With the martial artist's instinct, he opened his eyes at once and grabbed the hand holding the sword.

"Ah——!h

A short whisper sounded in the carriage, and Nan Yan's hand shook in fright, and the short sword in his hand fell in response.

"Emperor, Emperor......"

“……”

Zhu Feng didn't speak, only frowned, looked at her little face that was scared and bloody, and then lowered his head and saw the sword that fell on the car board-

A small wooden sword.

He reached out and picked it up: "What is this?" ”

Nanyan hurriedly said: "The emperor forgives the sin, this, this is a wooden sword, it can't hurt people." Slaves aren't—"

It seems that she thought she suspected that she was going to assassinate her.

But just now, even he almost thought that he had been assassinated, if it weren't for the fact that he saw that the person holding the sword was her.

Zhu Feng coughed lightly and only said, "I ask you, what is this for?" ”

"Wooden Sword...... Self-defense. ”

"Self-defense?"

"Well, it was Xiaoyu who gave it to the slave maid," Nan Yan glanced up at him, and said softly: "Before, the slave maid asked Xiaoyu to teach the slave maid some means of self-defense, so that in case of danger, even if the slave and maid can't protect the emperor, at least, it won't drag the emperor down." ”

“……”

"So, she cut this for the slave."

Zhu Feng didn't speak for a while.

Just looking at her cautious and serious appearance, a little angry, and a little funny.

After a while, he said, "What can you do with this thing?" ”

With that, he tossed the wooden sword aside.

"Hey!"

Nanyan was stunned for a moment, and before she could speak, Zhu Feng had already pulled out a short sword from her waist and handed it to her.

"You, use this."

Feeling a sinking in his hand, Nanyan looked down and saw that it was a short sword made of stainless steel. Drawing his sword out of its sheath, a cold light suddenly shot out.

The blade of the sword is thin and sharp.

I can feel an intangible, but oncoming sharpness.

Even a layman can see that this is a good sword.

Although it is only as long as your own arm, no matter how long it is, you may not be able to hold it yourself.

Nanyan looked up at Zhu Feng in surprise: "Your Majesty, this-"

"This is called a sword, you know?"

Zhu Feng glanced at her and pulled her in front of him: "I'm here to teach you." ”

Feeling his chest iron against his back, a breath that only belonged to him suddenly enveloped him, Nanyan was a little nervous, and his grip tightened.

Zhu Feng lowered his head and said in her ear: "When making a sword, use your wrist force, so that you can be flexible." ”

He grabbed her hand and taught her to grip the hilt of her sword

"The use of the sword mainly includes hitting, stabbing, pointing, lifting, checking, stirring, and ......, you can't remember too much, just remember these things."

“……”

"The sword is not heavy, and it doesn't need strength, it just needs to be dexterous and sensitive."

“……”

At this time, Nanyan was nervous and excited.

The sweat on her head kept pouring out, but she gritted her teeth and tried her best to remember what Zhu Feng told her.

Zhu Feng held her hand, held the sword, taught her every attack, and said, "Those dancing girls and swords you see, they are all shows. When it comes to actual combat, you don't need to move so much. ”

“……”

"If you have those movements, someone will hurt you with a sword."

Nanyan bit her lower lip and nodded slightly.

Little by little, do what he taught.

Although the carriage is spacious, it is only a carriage after all, and a person holding a sword in it is always unable to use it, so she can only try her best to comprehend what Zhu Feng taught her.

Just when she stabbed out with a sword, already with precise strength, Zhu Feng nodded slightly, and the carriage stopped.

"Your Majesty, it's north of the city."