Your Majesty, don't look back. I am Your Majesty.

At this moment, he could actually appreciate the superb craftsmanship inherent in these paintings.

"Hahahaha, that's natural."

Hearing his friend praising his mother, Tian Wenxuan also looked pleased and said with a smile: "Brother Huai'an, you may not know that my mother has been learning painting from the famous scholar "Wutong Jushi" from Jiangzuo since she was young. When she was 18 years old, she became famous all over the world with a painting "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Lakes" and was revered as the "Saint of Mountain and Sea Painting."

"Now in the imperial palace, many portraits of past emperors were made by my mother herself."

"what?"

Yu Huaian was shocked and asked, "Was the portrait of Emperor Wu in the Cining Palace also painted by Elder Su Yue himself?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?" Seeing his friend's surprised expression, Tian Wenxuan asked curiously.

"No, it's okay."

Yu Huaian waved his hands awkwardly.

The portrait of Emperor Wu in the Cining Palace can be said to be a veteran audience!

Every time he talked to the Empress Dowager, it was witnessed by it!

Even the last time she was riding a horse, the Empress Dowager transformed herself into a little whale and made the portrait look messy!

I never thought it was made by Aunt Manying herself!

"Sin, sin, sin."

"Don't be so offensive next time."

Yu Huaian warned himself.

The two were talking.

A gentle female voice came from the backyard:

"Huaian, I haven't cooked for a long time. Sorry for keeping you waiting."

Seeing that the other party called him by his name affectionately, Yu Huaian also said respectfully and obediently: "Aunt Manying is too polite. Huaian is very lucky to be able to taste Aunt Manying's skills today. I will wait outside."

"Oh my god, I thought my mother was just talking, but I didn't expect that she would actually cook for me!"

Tian Wenxuan looked towards the kitchen with anticipation: "Brother Huaian! You are so lucky today! My mother's cooking skills are also amazing!"

After saying this, he sighed softly.

"Well, speaking of which, my mother has never cooked since my father passed away, and I haven't tasted her chicken soup with tuckahoe in a long time."

"You are still the brother Huai'an, you have a lot of face."

Yu Huaian could hear the other party's disappointment and said, "Your Highness is wrong. Aunt Manying cooked for me personally this time because of your kindness."

"Me?" Tian Wenxuan's dull eyes lit up slightly.

"Yes." Yu Huaian said: "It is precisely because I am a new friend of the prince that Aunt Manying treats me so kindly. This is the cause and effect relationship."

"Huaian, you really..."

Tian Wenxuan felt a surge of warmth in his heart, and patted the boy's shoulder heavily, "Well! Although I know Huai'an is comforting me, but..."

"This Governor really enjoys it! Hahahaha!"

After he finished speaking, his eyes flashed, and he remembered something: "Oh, right! Brother Huai'an, my mother's cooking skills are very detailed. It's still early, why don't we go out and learn from each other!"

Yu Huaian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and asked: "Why is the prince so determined to compete with me? Besides, I am also very curious..."

He hesitated for a second, and finally couldn't help but ask the question in his mind: "That day, the prince was clearly meeting me for the first time, but why was he so kind and insisted on becoming sworn brothers with me? Was it just because he heard about my performance at the Mid-Autumn Feast? This must have made me feel a little flattered."

"Hahaha, I really can't hide it from you."

Tian Wenxuan smiled and said mysteriously, "Actually, your two questions are related to the same person."

"Who?" Yu Huaian asked.

"A powerful woman." Tian Wenxuan smiled, a cunning look flashed in his eyes: "Brother Huai'an, if you can suppress me within twenty moves, I will tell you her name."

"So, we still have to fight?" Yu Huaian smiled bitterly.

"Of course! You are now the most talented person in the imperial court! I have wanted to fight you for a long time!"

Tian Wenxuan's eyes flashed with brilliance as he drew the sword from his waist. Although he was usually dull and simple, at this moment he actually had a majestic royal demeanor!

"On the road today, I listened to Brother Huai'an talking about some sword theories. At this moment, my blood is boiling and I am so strong that it is terrifying!"

"Really? How strong is it?"

Yu Huaian said with a smile: "Is the prince going to ascend to the realm of sword immortal in one step?"

"Well, I can't even say I'm a Sword Immortal! Sword King! I'm more than qualified to be the Sword King of Kyushu! Hahaha!"

Tian Wenxuan's eyes sparkled as he said proudly:

"Anyway, it's too late to explain!"

"Brother Huaian! Come and fencing with me!"

On the lawn outside the house.

"choke--"

With the ethereal and crisp sound of a long sword, it resounded.

The outcome has been decided.

"Brother Wenxuan, what kind of king did you say you wanted to be?"

Hua Yu, the supervisor of the West Factory, shrugged his shoulders, put the Yuchang dagger back into his sleeve with a lack of interest, and had a somewhat playful expression on his face.

"Wow, Brother Huai'an is truly an expert in swordsmanship. I am completely convinced."

Tian Wenxuan’s face turned pale. He stabbed the ground with his sword and struggled to stand up.

Although the two of them had only fought a few rounds from the beginning to the moment when he was badly defeated and unable to fight again, it was only a matter of a few rounds.

But it brought him unprecedented despair!

too strong!

Even though his cultivation was suppressed to the same Grandmaster level as himself, this good friend of similar age could still anticipate the enemy's moves with just his moves and destroy his sword power with one accurate sword strike!

As a pity that he was worried about his good friend that day when he was in the Imperial Academy!

Based on his own experience now, if Liu Jin and his friend had a life-and-death duel that day, instead of just competing to extinguish the ever-bright candle,

I'm afraid the East Factory has been completely declared destroyed!

"Brother Huai'an, I want to ask"

Tian Wenxuan sheathed his sword, panting, and came to his friend's side: "Your swordsmanship is sometimes treacherous and sharp, and sometimes it is as ordinary as vegetables and tofu. The only thing that remains unchanged is..."

"Your sword moves and techniques are always invulnerable! How do you do that?"

"As long as you put your heart into it, you can do it."

Yu Huaian smiled softly, then said seriously: "The way of swordsmanship is broad and profound. There is no shortcut except working hard."

He really wasn't lying.

Ever since I got the system, I always trigger kendo rewards, and my kendo realm is rising rapidly, and nothing can stop it!

"Okay, Prince, now it's your turn to answer my question."

Yu Huaian narrowed his eyes and asked, "Who did the prince hear praising me so much that he asked me to become his sworn brother the first time we met?"

"Hahahahahaha, you definitely can't guess her, you definitely can't guess her!"

Tian Wenxuan suddenly burst into laughter: "How about you try to guess first?"

"Grand Empress Dowager?" Yu Huaian asked.

"No."

"Could it be the little Princess Qingqing?" Yu Huaian thought for a moment and said again.

"Not really."

"Then..." Yu Huaian shook his head and said, "Forget it, this governor can't guess it, so please ask the prince to fulfill his promise and tell me."

"Oh, it's so boring to tell you directly, Brother Huai'an, keep guessing! I will slowly give you some hints! It will be so much fun this way!"

The prince, who was already over twenty years old, seemed to be enjoying this childish game very much, with a carefree and playful look on his face.

"Could it be..." Yu Huaian's eyes flashed: "The Third Princess of Jianli?"

"Do you think it's her?" Tian Wenxuan asked mysteriously.

Seeing the other party's expression, Yu Huaian also nodded heavily.

The two faced each other for a long time, but neither spoke.

Just when Yu Huaian felt that this matter was going well.

Tian Wenxuan suddenly burst into laughter: "Hahahaha! If I tell you it's not her, who are you going to guess next, Brother Huai'an?"

"Alpaca, where is Douye?"

Yu Huaian couldn't help but swear.

"Brother Huaian, what did you say?"

Tian Wenxuan's eyes widened, as if he had heard something extraordinary, but he was not sure.

"No, it's nothing."

Yu Huaian quickly shook his head and said, "So, who is the prince? Can you tell me directly?"

"Okay, okay, no kidding."

Tian Wenxuan looked more serious and smiled, "Yes, you guessed it right. It was my cousin who is one year younger than me. She was the third princess of Daxia who just defeated Xu Shaofeng in the Martial God Pavilion."

Damn, it’s really her.

Yu Huaian suddenly recalled the scene in his mind when he hugged the cold princess tightly from behind that night in the Martial God Pavilion where thousands of people looked up to him.

Moisture is really moist.

It’s really cold.

The kind that can't be kept warm.