There's something wrong with the general.

The young emperor waved his hand and asked the eunuch beside him to call musicians to entertain him.

Wen Yuxi stood in the center of the hall and nodded to the musicians.

Suddenly, his whole body was filled with energy, and he grasped the hilt of the sword and started to wield it.

The long sword is like a rainbow, fast as lightning, the footsteps move lightly, as agile as a rabbit, as light as a floating cloud, and as graceful as a swimming dragon.

The lights are dim, the breeze is blowing, and the scenery is elegant and outstanding.

When the dance was over, everyone in the hall was shocked.

Everyone's eyes turned from disdain towards Wen Yuxi to shock and awe.

"Is this... is this still the same uneducated, drunken, gambling, and whore-loving dandy?"

"That's right. I've never seen a sword used like this before."

"What? Are you stunned? If you like her, ask your mother to find a matchmaker to take a look at her."

Wen Yuxi put the sword back into the sword case as if no one was around.

Just about to return to my seat.

At this moment, the young emperor suddenly spoke: "A tiger father will have a dog son. My dear, your sword dance just now impressed me so much that I will give you this 'Spiritual Sword'."

An ordinary sword would just be used as scrap metal if kept.

Wen Yuxi shook his head and said, "I was just a bunch of fancy clothes just now. If such a divine weapon follows me, it will be a disgrace to its reputation. I hope Your Majesty will revoke your order."

"Is this man really stupid? He doesn't even want the sword given by His Majesty."

"Isn't this a disgrace to His Majesty?"

"Wen Yuxi, are you crazy?"

There was a sudden whispering around.

The young emperor's smile faded, and he leaned back on the dragon throne, looking at Wen Yuxi with sharp eyes: "Mr. Wen, don't you like it?"

Wen Yuxi remained calm, slowly raised his head, looked into his eyes, and said sincerely, "The sword is given to a hero, but I am not a hero, I am just an ordinary person."

The young emperor stared at him for a long while, as if trying to find something abnormal in him.

Wen Yuxi stood with his hands behind his back and responded calmly.

The hall suddenly fell silent, the atmosphere was cold, and everyone was worried.

Everyone knows that His Majesty is moody, has a changeable temperament, and is known for his violent methods.

"Ha ha ha ha."

The young emperor suddenly clapped his hands and laughed. "My dear minister, you are joking. How can my subjects be mediocre? Desheng, return the sword to Minister Wen's carriage. If it is knocked against or taken back, bring your head to me."

Uh, this tyrant.

Isn't it forcing his men to use the Shenyou Sword?

Brain disease needs treatment.

"What do you think, Lord Wen?"

Wen Yuxi smiled gently and said, "It's all up to your majesty to arrange."

Then he returned to his seat and winked at Zhiming.

He had just drunk three glasses of wine in a row and practiced swordplay for a while, and he was even more drunk.

The blush on her face spread to her neck, making her jade-like skin look like snow.

Zhiming helped him sit down, held his hand under his sleeve, and wrote three words: "Are you okay?"

Wen Yuxi bent her fingers and shook hands with him, nothing happened.

He thought that this time the matter was really over, but the emperor actually asked again.

"Lord Wen has already reached adulthood, right?"

Wen Yuxi's heart trembled, and he became extremely alert. He thought that this little emperor would not randomly match people up,

But this time I guessed wrong.

"The fighting on the northern front is over, but your elder brother, General Wen, remains unsure of his fate. I am truly heartbroken."

When the young emperor said this, a trace of sadness appeared in his eyes, which did not seem fake.

Wen Yuxi was hesitant and doubtful. He was able to ascend the throne at such a young age, so he must be very cunning.

But at this moment, his emotions were so exposed, probably because he wanted me to see this side of him.

Wen Yuxi suspected that he had a histrionic personality and was authoritarian and dictatorial, and perhaps he was not as popular as his father.

Wen Yuxi stood up and said calmly, "As a general of the Great Zhou, it is my duty to defend my country. Even if I die on the battlefield, I will never regret it. I hope Your Majesty will accept my condolences."

The rabbit dies and the fox is sad.

He, the victim, hasn't even started making a fuss yet, but the little emperor has already started to act out.

The young emperor changed the subject and sighed, "You, the Wen family, are loyal and devoted. Now that the old Marquis Wen has passed away and General Wen's fate is uncertain, it is still up to you, my dear Lord Wen, to shoulder the responsibility of carrying on the Wen family's legacy and continue the legacy for your descendants."

Wen Yuxi's forehead twitched when he heard this. You said he was a young man who hadn't even grown all his hair yet, and yet people were urging him to get married.

Thanks for not being sensitive.

Things weren't going well. Wen Yuxi stood up and politely declined, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern. My father and brother are both heroes of the Great Zhou. I wish to follow my father's wishes and repay your kindness. However, I am a mediocre person, unfit for such a responsibility. I also don't want any woman to suffer with me and create another pair of resentful couples. I am now alone, free, and content."

"That's fine."

The young emperor stopped squinting and suddenly looked towards Zhiming, a trace of inquiry flashing in his eyes: "This is Wen Aiqing's senior brother."

Wen Yuxi's eyelids twitched.

It seems that the new emperor has spies all over the capital.

He and his senior brother arrived at the marquis's mansion early in the morning and left at night, but the emperor had already found out about their relationship.

I guess there must be spies planted by the emperor in the palace.

But is this necessary?

His father is dead and his elder brother is missing, so what is there to be afraid of?

No, the new emperor must be afraid of his elder brother Wen Qianyi.

Now that he knows that he and Wen Qianyi have no blood relationship, then whose child is his eldest brother?

Why do both the old emperor and the young emperor care about a useless man whose tendons and veins are severed, whose martial arts skills are completely destroyed, and whose military power has long been handed over?

Wen Yuxi replied calmly, "Your Majesty, this man is none other than my senior brother, Huan Zhiming. He also taught me the sword technique I just used."

The young emperor stared at Zhiming intently for a moment, then suddenly said, "My dear, this senior brother looks familiar to me. He has the demeanor of General Wen, and even his looks are top-notch."

Doesn't he even think before he speaks? This is his senior brother, not his elder brother. He really thinks he can change his expression.

Besides, senior brother and eldest brother don’t look alike at all!

Wen Yuxi was about to reply.

At this time, Zhiming suddenly stood up and performed a martial arts etiquette towards the emperor.

Then he slowly said, "I have lived in the mountains with my master for a long time. This time I am returning to Beijing with my junior brother to visit relatives. This is my first time down the mountain. I just heard your majesty's words and know about General Wen's heroic character. If I bear any resemblance to him, I would be honored."

The young emperor said with a half-smile, "So that's the case. I must have been mistaken."

Afterwards, the young emperor finally calmed down.

Wen Yuxi and Zhiming also sat back at their seats.

After talking with the emperor just now, Wen Yuxi was much more sober.

He glanced around the hall and saw that everyone was toasting each other and drinking happily.

Wen Yuxi held the wine jug tightly.

The wine in this palace is indeed mellow and sweet.

I guess I won’t be able to enjoy this feast in the future, so I might as well drink to my heart’s content today.

Wen Yuxi poured two glasses of wine, picked up one of them, and said with a smile: "Brother, let's have a toast."

Zhiming frowned slightly: "This wine has a strong aftereffect. It will make me feel uncomfortable after drinking it for a while."