Liuli put his hand on the back of the prince's hand and said softly: "Your Highness, don't explain the New Year. Liuli will dance for Your Highness every year on New Year's Eve until the day when Your Highness is tired of it."

"How can I get tired of it? Even if I watch Liuli's dance posture for a lifetime, I will never get tired of it. I am just afraid that one day you will leave me." The prince sighed lightly, "I have really wronged you over the past few years."

"Don't say that, Liuli is very satisfied when she is serving His Highness." Liuli smiled like a fragrance, beautiful but not vulgar, "Your Highness, do you want Liuli to dance for you again?"

"You are tired too." The prince said warmly, "Come on, drink with me." After drinking the remaining wine in the glass, Liuli picked up the wine pot and added it to him, but saw the prince looking into the distance and murmured to himself: "I don't know what will happen if he is there?"

"Who is your Highness talking about?"

"Of course I am my father." The prince smiled faintly: "In the past twenty years since his founding of the country, he has been in the capital. This is the first time he spent New Year's Eve outside the capital."

"Your Highness, don't worry, the Empress is by his side, and the Lord will definitely not be lonely." Liuli comforted her softly.

The prince smiled indifferently, "The Queen... I'm afraid that the one who accompanied him was not the queen, but the witch? Will he still care about the queen?"

"Your Highness, you...!"

The prince shook his head and smiled, "It's okay, I just suddenly thought of it and said casually. Yes, Liuli, you said that Hexidao is located in the north, and the climate there is cold, which is not as good as the one in our capital, and the queen is there. Can she adapt? She is from the south."

"Southerns always feel uncomfortable when they go to the north." Liuli smiled and said, "I was from the northwest. When I first arrived in the capital, I didn't adapt to the climate here. It was too humid. Fortunately, I could adapt to it if I had to last for a while. The queen was in Hexi, so naturally there was someone to take good care of her, so there should be no problem."

The prince smiled and nodded. At this moment, he saw a man kneeling outside the hall door and reported: "Your Highness, Chief Tian is asking for a meeting!"

"Wait for Tian?" the prince frowned slightly, "Didn't this palace let him rest at home?"

"General Tian said that he is not seriously injured. Tonight is New Year's Eve. He used to serve His Highness every New Year's Eve, and this year he also wanted to serve His Highness."

The prince hesitated for a moment and finally said lightly: "Let him come here!"

When Tian Hou came in, the prince had no expression on his face. Seeing Tian Hou wearing a gray brocade dress and a ghost knife around his waist, he walked to the front of the case and fell to the ground, "I have met Your Highness!"

The prince raised his hand, Tian Hou got up, looked at Liuli, nodded slightly, Liuli smiled softly, and was so beautiful that she couldn't be square.

"Waitan Tian, ​​I asked you to rest at home and don't have to come to pay homage. Why do you still have to come?" The prince picked up the wine cup, but did not drink it, shaking the wine cup, "Your injuries are healed?"

Mr. Tian immediately said: "Report to your highness, your humble position has been cured, so I will serve your highness!"

"Healing?" The prince smiled strangely at the corner of his mouth, and looked at Tian Hou's left arm, with a sleeve hanging down empty. "Your left arm is gone, and you will never have a chance of healing in this life."

Tian Hou's eyes twitched, his head lowered, but his voice was still very firm, "Without the left arm, the right arm can still protect His Highness."

"I know that the essence of your sword technique is on your left arm, and the ghost sword in the court and the country relies on the left arm worth a thousand gold." The prince sighed, "Can Tian Hou, who has no left arm, still be called a ghost sword?"

Hou Tian raised his head, "Your Highness, you don't have your left arm, and you are still a ghost knife. My knife is still there!"

The prince waved and signaled Tian Hou to approach. Tian Hou walked to the prince and knelt down. The prince stretched out his hand, held Tian Hou's sword handle, and with a "choke", he pulled out the sword.

Tian Hou's eyes twitched slightly.

The Ghost Sword is his close weapon. For a real knife hand, it is equivalent to life. The knife is in the presence of the person, and the knife is destroyed and the person is killed. Without the permission of the knife hand, let alone pulling out the sword, it is also a blasphemy, even a touch is light.

But at this moment, the prince pulled out Tian Hou's knife. Although Tian Hou was unhappy, he did not dare to say much.

"This is a good knife." The prince looked at the sharp ghost knife and whispered: "Hou Tian, ​​you have been practicing sword for half your life. There is a reason. I think you understand better than this palace!"

"Please give me advice!"

"The quality of a weapon does not depend on the weapon itself, but on the person who uses it." The prince did not look at Tian Hou, but looked at the sharp blade. "A piece of mortal iron, if it is a real master, can also turn decay into magic, and a magic weapon, if it falls into the hands of Yongshou, will have no power."

Mr. Tian reluctantly said, "Your Highness is giving advice."

"When you were on your left arm, you were indeed the best master today. This knife in your hand is also considered a treasure sword matched with a hero, and it did not insult it." The prince then slowly moved his gaze to Tian Hou's face, "But without your left arm, your kung fu is just ordinary. There are at least fifty people in the palace who can defeat you, do you believe it?"

Tian Hou lowered his head and clenched his teeth, but said, "Your Highness, for only three years, I can use this knife in my right hand. No, just give me a year, and a year later, I will still be the ghost knife of the past!"

"One year?" the prince sighed, "Mr. Tian, ​​you are a very smart person, but... when you returned to the capital, I did not punish you, and I would let you recover from your injuries at home. Your monthly salary is a lot of money. Do you really don't understand what I mean?"

"Your Highness, your humble position... You are not disabled, you are loyal to your humble position..."

"Tian Hou, you are right. I use the word "loyal" first. Without loyalty, I will not use it." The prince stared at Tian Hou, "But only loyalty is far from enough. If you have been with me for many years, you should understand that everyone under my palace can play a role when I need it."

Tian Hou closed his eyes.

"I can wait for you for a year, but what about the others?" The prince slowly inserted the ghost knife into Tianhou's scabbard. "The guards under your command are not afraid of your people, but are afraid of your sword. Your sword is no longer a ghost knife. Do you think they will respect you? If the guards in the prince's mansion do not get the awe of their subordinates, how can they command and protect this palace?"

Mr. Tian raised his head, his eyes were filled with despair, "Your Highness, you can protect you, not for a year, you...you give me three months..."

"Zhao Quan!" The prince called out, and from outside the door, a burly man with a sword on his waist came in, knelt down from a distance beside the door, and said respectfully: "I am in a humble position!"

When Hou Tian turned around, he certainly knew Zhao Quan.

The Prince's Mansion guards had a guard commander and two deputy commanders, and when they were separated, they were left and right commanders. Zhao Quan was the left commander, and among the Prince's Mansion guards, they were only under Tian Hou.

"Tian Hou, Zhao Quan is your subordinate. After following you for many years, you will certainly know the level of his sword skills." The prince stared at Tian Hou, "If you were still the former ghost sword Tian Hou, if you want to stay by my side, you just need to defeat Zhao Quan, and I will use you again. I don't need you to prove it to me, but to prove it to you your subordinates. Are you willing?"

Hou Tian immediately said: "I am willing to do it!"

"Okay, the backyard competition, I will watch the battle myself!"

In the backyard of the prince's mansion, the prince was sitting in a wheelchair with fur on his body, and Mrs. Liuli was wearing a white brocade jacket and stood beside the prince.

There were more than ten guards standing around, all of whom were the best among the escorts of the Prince's Mansion. Against the two, Zhao Quan and Tian Hou stood opposite each other. Zhao Quan had a faint smile on his face and bowed, "Chief Tian, ​​offended!"

Hou Tian didn't say anything, slowly pulled out the ghost knife with his right hand, pointed at the front of the ghost knife, and said lightly: "Just attack!"

Zhao Quan had already pulled out his sword and looked at the prince. The prince nodded slightly. Zhao Quan did not hesitate anymore, his body was like a spirit swallow, bullying himself in front of him, and the big sword in his hand had already slashed down.

Tian Hou faced the enemy with one arm, and knew that Zhao Quan's martial arts were not weak. He took a step back and dodged his body, but did not block the knife, and slashed Zhao Quan's waist. His sword was so powerful that he wanted to end the battle in the shortest time.

Zhao Quan seemed to have a good understanding of Tian Hou's routine. The big sword was tilted downward. With a "ding", the two blades intersected. Zhao Quan looked at Tian Hou's cold face and showed a strange smile. He suddenly used force, slanted upward. The blade went from bottom to top to get Tian Hou's throat. Tian Hou's wrist trembled to block the knife. You went back and forth, and in a blink of an eye, there were more than a dozen rounds.

Zhao Quan slashed several times in succession, without any mercy, one more time, and one more time was more powerful. Tian Hou wanted to use his killer moves, but when he practiced hard, he had the intention to practice all the killer moves on his left hand. In order to confuse the enemy and prevent his right hand from showing his sword skills on his usual occasions, he did not practice the killer moves.

If you get the ordinary, Tian Hou's right hand is enough. However, as the left commander of the Crown Prince's Mansion, Zhao Quan's skills are of course extremely great. After slashing down several times, Tian Hou retreated repeatedly. He suddenly saw Zhao Quan's attack, and a slight flaw appeared in his chest. He roared loudly, and a long sword hit him, stabbed Zhao Quan's chest with force.

Seeing that the blade was about to stab Zhao Quan in the chest, Tian Hou suddenly felt a flash in front of him, and then he felt a hot face, and a spicy stinging pain spread. With a "bang", Zhao Quan kicked high and kicked Tian Hou's wrist. The kick was really not light. Tian Hou's hand trembled, and the blade lost its direction. Then he felt a chill of throat. Zhao Quan smiled and said, "Commander Tian, ​​admit it!" His knife was already on Tian Hou's neck.

Tian Hou was stunned for a moment, the ghost knife in his hand fell to the ground, his body shook. Looking at Zhao Quan's smile in front of him, a sudden blood surged up, and with a "wow", a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Zhao Quan took back the knife, and Hou Tian was dizzy and fell to the ground. When he looked up at the people around him, he saw his former subordinates, and his eyes were full of contempt. They did not hide their contempt and looked on their faces.

"Domestic Hou, it's not that I won't give you a chance." The prince sighed, "There is no ghost sword in the world. Go back. You have been with me for many years. I will not abandon it. I will not lose your salary in the slightest!"

Tian Hou's mind was blank. He saw the beautiful figure like a peony beside the prince's side. His eyes moved over and saw Liuli's fascinating face. At this moment, Tian Hou's eyes were already begging.
Chapter completed!