"In the eyes of most people in the martial arts world, Young Master Yan is an unfortunate and lucky person."

"It is said that he is unfortunate because he lost his father, brother and sister at the age of fifteen. He is the only one in the Yan family's direct family; it is said that he is lucky because when the Yan family came to a disaster, he survived the disaster and left a seed for the Yan family, becoming the lord of Jinling City, and possessing the wealth, reputation, status, martial arts, and a sword ranked seventh in the famous sword list - Muhuai."

"It took only three months after he took over as the head of the Yan family to establish his prestige in Jinling City. In another half a year, he could even turn around in Jinling City. Although he had no news before he ascended the throne, as if there had never been this person in the world, he was by no means an ordinary person."

Gongsun Shilan recalled what her mother said to her before leaving, but before she knew it, she had already arrived in front of Yan Jingchen. So she hurriedly held an umbrella and saluted, "See King Muhuai."

Gongsun Shilan silently looked at the young prince in front of her. For some reason, she felt a little ashamed.

Although King Muhuai is a man, he is extremely handsome, with red lips, white teeth and fair face. As long as the adjective used on a beauty can be added to him.

Yan Jingchen laughed softly and said, "Yan has been waiting for the poster here for a long time. But..."

"Just what?" Gongsun Shilian looked at Yan Jingchen.

"Why don't you invite that young man to come up and sit together?" Yan Jingchen looked at Luo Feiyu who was holding a horse below, "He seems to be very interested in Mu Huai on my waist."

I saw Yan Jingchen wave his left hand, and the red light floating on the Muhuai sword instantly dissipated.

Gongsun Shilian was shocked, but in order not to cause unnecessary disputes between the two, she had to say, "I asked him to wait there."

"All visitors are guests, Yan cannot be neglected." Yan Jingchen raised his hand and summoned a soldier, "Come on, go and invite the young master under the steps to come up and talk."

Gongsun Shilan suddenly became nervous and watched the well-trained soldier run down the steps quickly. Then he saw Luo Feiyu happily handing the reins to the soldiers and stride onto the steps.

Luo Feiyu found that Gongsun Shilian was staring at him, and raised an eyebrow at her inappropriate manner. Then he made several big strides and came to Yan Jingchen, "The grass-roots Luo Feiyu."

After hearing Luo Feiyu's words, Gongsun Shilian breathed a sigh of relief. However, Luo Feiyu's subsequent words changed her face greatly.

"See Young Master." Luo Feiyu actually raised his eyebrows again. This time it was completely different from the naughty eyebrows raised just now. This time, he raised his eyebrows with a hint of provocation.

"Bold!" The soldiers guarding the horses next to them rushed forward with their swords.

Luo Feiyu looked at the Mu Huai Sword in Yan Jingchen's waist and looked surprised, "Mu Huai Sword? Could it be that you are the Mu Huai King? There was no rumors about Gong... Oh no, there were no rumors about King Mu Huai, so I didn't expect that the grass people really have no eyes and should hold their mouths."

After saying that, he patted his mouth gently.

Gongsun Shilian was frightened when she saw it, "At least it's pretending to be a little bit. Even my mother's strength when she was shooting rouge and water powder was greater than that of yours..."

Yan Jingchen's face did not change at all, but raised his hand to support the soldiers: "Since you are here, please go to the palace to discuss matters."

As soon as he took the seat, Gongsun Shilan spoke directly: "King Muhuai, what you entrusted me to investigate is already a little bit."

"Don't be anxious about this matter, please push it back. Now, I am very interested in this young master." Yan Jingchen gently put down the Mu Huai sword on the table and looked at Luo Feiyu. "Young Master Luo kept staring at Yan's sword below. I wonder what he saw?"

Luo Feiyu smiled and said, "If King Muhuai did not unsheath Muhuai, then the herbs would not be able to see anything."

"Out of the sheath?" Yan Jingchen smiled slightly, "I wonder if Mr. Luo has heard that poem that was circulated by Jinling a hundred years ago and allusions about this poem?"

"'I didn't care about the late spring in my previous life, and the sparse shadows and plum blossoms were rosy at night'. It is said that when the Yan family first entered Jinling, Emperor Mingyun commissioned Longquan sword tomb to forge the Du Huai sword to give them to him. When this sword was transported to the Zhuque Gate of Jinling, a scholar who was frustrated in his career was drinking. The literati was drunk and was scattered there. When the sword protected the carriage passed by, he rushed forward like crazy and pulled Mu Huai out of the sheath. However, the desolate meaning on the sword made him suddenly sober up, and he fell into a sad heart for a moment. After leaving this poem, he took a sword and committed suicide." Luo Feiyu's fingers beat lightly on the table, saying meaningfully: "And after this incident, the head of the executor's family sealed this sword with blood. Those who were not directly in the Yan family must not pull it out."

Gongsun Shilian hurriedly shouted in a deep voice: "Luo Feiyu!"

In front of Luo Feiyu's naked hint, Yan Jingchen was not annoyed, but laughed, "Since Mr. Luo wants to see the sad light of Muhuai Sword with his own eyes, then Yan is not able to shirke him anything."

While saying that, he gently twisted his hand on the hilt of Muhuai's sword.

With a "wow" sound, the sword was unsheathed.

Just like a hundred years ago, the rich and rich imperial capital was demoted to Liudu overnight, the sword hidden behind the golden scabbard was extremely desolate. Just like the name of the sword - Muhuai.

As soon as the sword came out, a feeling of sadness rose in the hearts of everyone present, and they could not disperse for a long time. Several maids who were waiting for him were sobbing in sorrow that they could not speak on the spot.

Although Luo Feiyu had no expression on his face, he exclaimed verbally: "Muhuai Sword is really worthy of the elegant name of the "Sad Sword of Mu"."

"Young Master Luo praised it." Yan Jingchen sneered and took the Mu Huai sword back into the sheath.

"It's really an eye-opener." Luo Feiyu yawned gently, stood up happily, and saluted Yan Jingchen, "King Muhuai, Caomin will take his leave first."

Gongsun Shilian looked at Luo Feiyu's leaving back, and her hand tightly clasped on the handle of the umbrella slowly released. She thought that Luo Feiyu's provocation caused Yan Jingchen to unsheath Mu Huai, in order to destroy Mu Huai's sword. Therefore, she was ready to use the sword to block it, but Luo Feiyu just exclaimed and left.

Is it that simple? Gongsun Shilan frowned.

Yan Jingchen watched Luo Feiyu walk out of the door of the hall, and then looked at Gongsun Shilan in a blink of an eye, "Gongsun Tower Master."

Gongsun Shilian hurriedly said: "King Muhuai, I have found out a little about the bloody murder of the Yan family in the five years. This mystery seems to be related to the great ceremony of worshiping the sky held in the imperial capital Jinling more than 200 years ago when Liang Yang destroyed the Northern Yan and unified the Central Plains."

"The ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven?" Yan Jingchen poured a cup of tea, but his hands holding the tea were trembling.

Gongsun Shilian pondered for a moment, "The founding emperor of Liangyang believed in Taoism. In order to support the Ling family, he summoned four major Taoisms to gather in the imperial capital Jinling to write a sacrificial music "The Music of the Heavenly Qing Dynasty", but the musical score was left in Jinling when he moved the capital a hundred years ago."

"It's just because of a hundred years of musical score that has been passed down, my father and brother will pay the price of blood." Yan Jingchen buried his head, but he couldn't hear the emotions in his tone.

Gongsun Shilian suddenly said, "By the way, I met outside Jinling City in the morning and saw Yin Yin Sanren."

Yan Jingchen held the teacup tightly and snorted coldly, "I won't mention this matter for now, but Yan has a reluctant request, and I hope the poster can agree."

Gongsun Shilian was stunned, "But it's okay to talk."

"Help Yan go to Xueyue Tower to propose marriage." Yan Jingchen suddenly threw out a red post.

Gongsun Shilian looked at the red post that fell on the table like plum blossoms. The signature at the end of the post read "The Man" at the end read "The King of Muhuai Yan Jingchen" and pressed the blood ban. The signature at the back of the "Woman" read "Snow Moon Tower Su Nansheng", but the blood ban was not pressed.

"The Xueyue Tower is in the city." Yan Jingchen apologized: "It's just that the person who is the head of Xueyue Tower who doesn't want to see me, the Muhuai Palace, will probably meet him if the owner of the post goes there. If this post can be delivered, Yan will definitely be rewarded."

Gongsun Shilian smiled and picked up the post, "There is no need to reward it, it's just a matter of raising hands. Please wait for the good news in the Muhuai King."

After watching Gongsun Shilian leave the hall, Yan Jingchen sent away the group of maids who had not yet dispersed, and then walked to the center of the hall.

"Don't you come out to meet old friends?"

A cold voice came from the beam of the room: "I'm not in a hurry, what are you in a hurry? She and I will meet soon."

Yan Jingchen frowned slightly, "I have to let her do the wedding letter? Are you sure she won't lie to me?"

"If it is safe to ensure that the plan is safe, others may not be able to send wedding invitations, but she is the owner of the Sword Artillery Building, so she can definitely do it. As for lying? My old friend can't do it."

"It seems that you really know her very well." Yan Jingchen smiled jokingly, "But why is your voice mixed with nasal sound?"

The man on the beam was silent.

Yan Jingchen sighed deeply, "What a pity. I think I am a ruthless person, and I thought I had met someone like me."

"Cry?" Tang Yuxuan sneered and jumped off the beam of the room. "I have long forgotten the feeling of crying. If it weren't for your sad sword Muhuai, I might not have shed a single tear in my life..."
Chapter completed!