He Su smiled at He Xia and said, "I am very pleased with my beloved, and I am very pleased." Then he climbed up the platform prepared early, picked up the wine presented by the servant, and said loudly, "Listen, the thief of Donglin has been invading my border for more than two years. Today, Xiao Jing'an returned victoriously, and made a great contribution to the return. I want to reward him heavily."

Everyone looked up and guessed how the king would reward He Xia.

He Xia knelt down and bowed, "It is because of victory that the king has good command. The last general is just to execute the king's military orders. He dare not ask the king for rewards."

"No, my dear is the most powerful general in Guile. Everyone knows his achievements. How can I not reward me?" He Su said, "I appreciate you three things. First, I will reward you with a glass of wine."

The palace servant behind He Xia immediately presented the wine. He Xia took it and looked up at the king. He Su first raised his head and drank it, raised his hand to signal, "Drink it."

Seeing He Xia drink a glass of Chinese American wine, He Su happily said: "Second, I want to reward you with a peerless sword. Come on, bring it up."

A square plate covered with red silk was presented to He Xia.

He Xia was already secretly troubled by this strange and unknown situation, and now he couldn't figure out what to do in the king's gourd, so he could only bow and say, "Thank you, the king." He gently lifted the red silk, his eyes widened, and he said "ah".

There is a sword under the red silk. The sword has no sheath and the sword body is pitch black. It is actually a black ink sword that has been lost for many years. Legend has it that this sword is extremely sharp and has a characteristic: if it is injured by this sword, no matter how minor the wound is, the wound will always be pitch black and ugly.

He Xia was born in a wealthy family and never took gold, silver and jewelry seriously. He only liked weapons, so he suddenly saw the black ink sword and was shocked.

He Su smiled and said softly on the high platform: "How? Do you like it?"

"This sword is extremely precious, how dare I..."

"It's only precious that I have to reward my dear. I know that you like the most amazing weapons and weapons, please accept them."

He Xia was surprised and happy, his eyes lit up, "Thank you, King!" He took it himself and turned around to find Pingting's figure.

Pingting immediately flashed out from behind, took Fang Pan with both hands, and was about to retreat, suddenly he heard He Su say in surprise: "Isn't this Pingting?" He smiled and set up a high platform, "Are you following He Xia on the battlefield again?"

Pingting held the square plate with both hands, lowered her head and bowed, "See the King."

"Don't be too polite. When you were with He Xia, you were studying with him faster than us. You are still the talented woman we recognized as. I have been in the palace for a year and have always stayed in the palace. There are many beauties in the palace, but none of them are smarter than you. He Xia, you are more blessed than me." As he said that, He Su turned to He Xia and smiled, "The third reward is very vulgar, and it is gold, silver and jewelry, and all kinds of treasures. I know you don't like to see those, so I asked the attendants in the palace to send them to the Jing'an Mansion first."

"Thank you, King!"

"We grew up together, just like brothers, why should we be so polite?" He Su said to He Xia affectionately, and saw Pingting trying to step down, and called her, "Pingting."

Pingting was bumpy all the way, her whole body was sore, and she was about to sneak back to the carriage to rest, but He Su had a sharp look and was stopped by him. He had to turn around and ask in a low voice: "What are the instructions of the king?"

Although Pingting is not beautiful, her voice is pleasant and pleasant, and every word that jumps out of the tip of her tongue is as clear as ice beads.

He Su quietly looked at her lower neck for a moment, as if she was distracted.

"King?"

"Uh?" He Su came back to his senses, raised his lips and waved his hand, "Go."

Pingting took the opportunity to retreat, handed the sore square plate she had already received to others, and ordered: "Be careful, the little prince attaches great importance to this dark thing." She had learned a lot, and of course she knew that this was the black sword, but she did not like weapons by nature, and always liked to regard He Xia as the treasures in her heart and heart, one by one.

That night, the Jing'an Palace was decorated with lights everywhere, and the lights were brightly lit.

The servants were all happy. The little prince came back to victory, and the king rewarded many things, and they would also receive rewards.

The officials who came to congratulate him were filled with twelve tables. King Hemo of Jing'an sat in the middle of the master's seat, listening to everyone's flattery with a smile.

He Xia toasted everywhere, and he had already drunk three bottles.

Pingting is the chief supervisor of Prince Jing'an's Mansion, but she did not stay at the night banquet this day.

Pingting’s own courtyard is far away from the noisy and bustle. The bright moon hangs in the sky, and the moonlight fills the courtyard. Pingting lights in the house, and her elegant shadow is reflected on the paper window.

"Pingting..." He Xia suddenly turned in.

Pingting put down the needle and thread in her hand, looked up and smiled, "Why are the young master here so many guests outside?"

"Come and see you." He Xia picked up the mandarin ducks that were half embroidered and praised, "It is said that there is no perfect person in the world, but I don't see it right. You can do everything, your poetry, articles, and your needlework is also very skillful."

Pingting burst out laughing and said, "Even 'Craftsmanship' has come out, is it so exaggerated? Use words indiscriminately." She retrieved the embroidery from He Xia's hand, embroidered two needles, and suddenly stopped and sighed slightly.

"Pingting, did your father tell you?"

"Um."

"I just heard Dong Zhuo talk about this." He Xia looked at Pingting's face without any sway, picked up a chair opposite him and sat down, "Father is really, don't ask me first."

"The prince is for my own good. He said that although I cannot be the princess of the young master, the show will be the same as the princess. In the future, except for the princess of the young master, all the other people who are getting started will call me sister."

When He Xia saw Pingting slowly say it, he felt aggrieved and cut off, "Pingting, do you really want to marry me?"

"I'm not worthy?" Pingting turned her head and Yingying looked at He Xia.

"Nonsense!" He Xia shook his head, stood up suddenly, and walked around the table. "I understand in my heart that we have been studying and playing together over the years, and even rode a horse together, and were born and died together, but you only treat me as your brother, and I only treat you as your sister. Just marry me like this, aren't you wronged?" He Xia saw that Pingting was still indifferent, turned around and covered the table with her palm, and said anxiously, "You are different from an ordinary woman. You have your own ideas and ambitions. I really don't want you to be wronged."

After a long time, Pingting said softly: "This is the prince's idea. What can I do? The young master knows that Pingting was picked up by the prince from the roadside. For many years, the prince treated me like his own daughter. The prince treated Pingting as much as a mountain. Not to mention asking Pingting to be the prince's concubine, even if the prince wants Pingting's life, Pingting will recognize it."

"Who said that he must find the most suitable husband, otherwise he would rather be alone for life?" This girl is smart and smart, but why did she become pedantic today? He Xia sighed so much by Pingting's warmth, and slapped the table with a slap.

The two were in a stalemate, and Dongzhuo ran into the house, "Young master is about to go to the front yard to receive the king's order. Also, the envoy sent by the king said that Pingting would go together too."

He Xia said in surprise: "What is the relationship between Wang Ling and Pingting?"

"Don't ask, you'll know when you go."

The three hurried to the front yard.

The front yard was no longer lively. It was late at night, and 70% of the guests who came to congratulate him left. Most of the remaining were very drunk, and a few were lying on the table.

There was a man wearing palace servants' costumes holding the king's orders. When he saw He Xia and the others, he said loudly: "According to the king's orders, summon King Xiao Jing'an and Miss Bai Pingting into the palace." After reading it, he smiled and approached, "Please ask King Xiao Jing'an to bring the black ink sword given by the king today. This was what the king ordered when the slave left."

He Xiaqi said: "Why is it so late that the king even summons us into the palace?"

"This slave just knew it." The messenger replied with a smile, "When the king and the queen were having dinner tonight, they said that the Jing'an Mansion would be lively tonight. Later, I don't know what the queen said, the king mentioned Xiao Jing'an's swordsmanship again, saying that when I was studying together, I often saw you practicing swordsmanship, and there was also a beautiful girl who was serving her. She was also a rare and wonderful person, and she was so smart that she was rare in the world."

"Ha, the king has praised us all tonight."

"Yes, so look, the king praised this, and the queen aroused her curiosity. The queen clamored to watch Xiao Jing'an's sword dance and listen to the girl Pingting playing the piano. Xiao Jing'an, you also know that the king is obedient to the queen, so he issued a king's order and summoned you two into the palace." The envoy added another sentence, "The king also said that although it was late at night, the moon was round, and we could just watch the moon together and watch the sunrise again."

He Xia nodded slightly, "So that's it." He turned around and told Pingting, "The Queen wants to listen to you playing the piano, bring the good piano at home with you."

Pingting walked into the inner courtyard, and soon after, she came out with a piano in her arms, and a piece of gauze was covered with her face.

He Xia brought five servants and led Pingting and Dongzhuo out, neither sitting in a sedan chair, each with a horse.

The shops on both sides of the street were closed, and there was no light from the windows facing the street. People were obviously asleep. In the quiet night, horses' hooves stepped on the stone road, making rhythmic sounds.

Seeing the messenger and his group slowly walking in front of not far away, Pingting rode her horse to approach He Xia and whispered: "Young Master, the king is going to take action."

"I don't think it's right." He Xia observed the figures of the people ahead, "Look, the guards brought by the messenger are all masters."

"The king asked the young master to bring the black sword into the palace, but the king ordered the emperor to not explain it. He just wanted the messenger to pass the message, which was obviously a fraud." The horse, who was slowly steadily, seemed to feel the hidden crisis. He took a step uneasy and took a tilt. Pingting hurriedly pulled the reins to comfort the horse, and said, "I'm afraid that the king will use the black sword as an excuse to frame the young master to bring the sword into the palace without authorization and intend to assassinate. At that time, the ambush will rush forward and we will not argue."

He Xia looked around and said, "There are also ambushers on this road. Whenever we move, they will immediately rush out."

Dong Zhuo listened to the two of them discussing, so nervous that he held the reins tightly, and interrupted, "No, murderous intent." After all, he had some insights after following He Xia for battle many times.

The entourages of the royal palace who were following them also focused on monitoring the four directions.

Now it is still half way from the palace. If the king really wants to kill all the people, he will die if he enters the palace.

"What should I do now?" He Xia asked.

Pingting whispered: "When we just entered the room to get the piano, we had already told the prince about our concerns. There were many people in the palace, and we would not suffer any losses after a sudden change. We could escape from the capital even if we were not good. As for us..." With a flip of our white palm, four or five black iron balls appeared.

He Xia naturally knew what this was.

"Okay!" He Xia praised in a deep voice and smiled at each other with Pingting.

Pingting shouted loudly: "Please stay with the father-in-law in front!"

The messenger and accompanying servant in front turned around. Pingting saw the opportunity and raised her hand. She heard a few crackling sounds. The street instantly shot into the sky, blocking the people on both sides.
Chapter completed!