Wen Jiu dreamt all night long, in his dreams he dreamt eighteen different kinds of household charms. The whip in Xie Heng's hand was playing around vigorously as he calmly asked her, "Do you dare to do it again next time?"

Before Wen Jiu could reply him, he was already awakened.

Last night, the two maids had brought out two thick quilts to cover her body, as they were afraid that she would catch a cold.

Outside, the sky had yet to light up. The hexagonal frost flowers were flying everywhere, covering the courtyard with a vast expanse of snow.

Wen Jiu changed into a set of clothes and opened the door, then asked the two servants who were dozing off outside: "What time is it now?"

Jin Er rubbed his eyes, "It's almost time."

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

Wen Jiu hurriedly walked outside. He didn't even have time to take his umbrella as he ran out of the courtyard.

Jin Er and Yu Lu held up their umbrellas and chased behind, "Young Madame, slow down .."

"It's not even dawn yet, what are you so anxious to do?"

"Don't follow me!"

Wen Jiu said without turning his head back.

The two maidservants stood a few steps behind her. They looked up at the sky and muttered in confusion, "It's not like I lost any silver .."

Not only was he running so fast, but he actually wasn't letting anyone follow him.

Wen Jiu braved the wind and snow and arrived in front of the court. The sky was slightly bright, and the surroundings were quiet.

Under the cover of the night, the tree was covered with a layer of frost, and some of the red plum blossoms had already bloomed.

As for the youth in ink black clothes, he stood in the boundless snow with his sword in his hands. His black and white were distinct. From afar, it could be said that he had left the world and was independent.

Wen Jiu walked over with light footsteps. Seeing the youth with his eyes closed, snow fell between his eyebrows, and a layer of snow covered his long eyelashes.

Just as she was about to call him brother, Xie Heng suddenly raised his hand, the sword sheath raised, and floated in between his arms, his speed so fast that people could not see his movements clearly.

Before she could react.

The youth suddenly held her hand and unsheathed his sword, causing Wen Jiu to fly with his steps. A silver light swept across the snow as the hem of his sleeves fluttered.

She was almost unable to see the scene before her eyes, she could only feel the warmth of the young man's palm, and as the sword moved, the hot air he exhaled slowly rustled beside her ear.

The sword was heavy.

Xie Heng casually pulled back his sword and Wen Jiu nearly gasped for breath.

Her heart was in her mouth, but she didn't dare to say she was tired. She forced herself to keep up with the young man's pace.

Not long after, he was covered in sweat.

In less than half an incense worth of time, his legs became weak and he could not stand. His arms became as heavy as lead and he was really unable to lift them up.

Even if she was punished, she couldn't possibly be allowed a weak girl to practice the sword with him, right?

Wasn't this obviously trying to take his life?

"Focus!"

Xie Heng only said two words.

Wen Jiu staggered, and almost fell into the snow. The youth reached out to support her, and she accidentally bumped into the youth's embrace.

The sound of falling snow and flowing wind filled the air.

Wen Jiu raised his eyes and looked at the absolutely beautiful youth in front of him. For a moment, he was actually a little lost, and in a daze, he took out the longsword, and embedded it into the snow.

"Elder brother!"

The youth not far away spoke, interrupting the delicate atmosphere.

Wen Jiu and Xie Heng turned their heads at the same time.

She hurriedly took two steps back, feeling an inexplicable sense of guilt. Is elder brother alright? "

Without waiting for Xie Heng to speak.

Wen Jiu added, "My head seems to be quite stiff .."

"It is indeed quite hard."

The youth raised his hand to rub his chest and couldn't help but frown. "Are you waiting for me to crash into you?"

That's what he said.

Wen Jiu couldn't explain even if he wanted to.

In the blink of an eye.

A blue gowned Xie Xuan appeared in front of them, "Yin Qi has just arrived, what does elder brother want us to do?"

"Wait over there."

Xie Heng glanced at the octagonal pavilion, then raised his hand to pull the sword out of the snow and sheathe it.

Xie Xuan looked at the two of them, and then turned and entered the pavilion.

Wen Jiu stood there without moving, his expression becoming more and more subtle.

Wasn't this punishment different?

Xie Heng raised his eyebrows and looked at her: Young Madame is still here, waiting for me to call someone to carry you over?

"There's no need to trouble yourself."

Wen Jiu walked quickly to the octagonal pavilion, and brushed the snowflakes on his shoulder.

She was covered in sweat just now, and did not feel cold at all. However, the moment Third Young Master arrived, she felt that the cold air was dense.

Obviously, she didn't do anything just now.

However, when the youth looked at him, he felt a sense of guilt for no reason at all.

Wen Jiu said: "Good morning, Third Brother."

"You came here to receive your punishment, and you even said that it would be sooner or later!"

Xie Xuan rarely replied her, but his mood was obviously not very good.

Wen Jiu thought that this youth had stirred up such a mess to protect her, and now that he still had injuries on his body, he would have to get up and receive punishment before daybreak.

It was also a matter of great burden.

She immediately said, "Then what does Eldest Brother want to punish you with, I've already replaced it. Is that okay?"

Xie Xuan did not open his eyes, nor did he look at her.

And also in the time it takes to say two words, Xie Heng leisurely arrived at the pavilion, and glanced at Wen Jiu: "Stand by the side!"

She stood to the side with a displeased expression. Just as she stood still, the youth threw the sword in his hand over.

Wen Jiu immediately caught it with both hands. The sword was so heavy that she could barely breathe, and her legs were bent.

"A bit lower."

Xie Heng sat down beside the stone table, "This will do for now, practice for two hours."

After Wen Jiu heard this, his entire being did not look good. "Elder brother?"

What was this all about?

Given how heavy this sword was, not to mention two hours, even the time it took to drink a cup of tea was enough to crush her.

"Young Madame dares to smash the Imperial Jade Seal in front of a hundred civil and military officials. This temper of his can be considered to be one in a million, rarely seen in a hundred years. There will always be a time when Brother and Third Brother won't be in the Palace, and it's hard to say what kind of enemies you will meet. "

Xie Heng poured a cup of wine for himself and said slowly: "After thinking about it, there is nothing more reliable than having your own martial arts around."

"So?"

Wen Jiu barely managed to maintain his squatting posture, but the two words were almost squeezed out from his teeth.

The cold youth remained silent.

Xie Heng said: "From today onwards, you will start to train in the martial arts when you have time."

There was nothing to discuss at all.

Wen Jiu was dumbstruck.

She really admired those chivalrous experts who could fly over the roof and walk over the land with a single sword in hand. It was true that they were unstoppable throughout the Fourteenth Prefecture.

However, in her previous life, she had never thought of putting in so much effort to practice martial arts!

If he were to put all his effort into such things, how could he earn money?

Wen Jiu could not help but open his mouth: "Elder brother .. I know I was wrong. "

At this point, other than admitting his mistakes, the only thing he could do was admit his mistakes.

"Oh." Xie Heng drank the wine in his cup and exhaled the white mist, "What was wrong with our Young Madame?"

Wen Jiu, "..."

She paused before forcing herself to speak. "I shouldn't have disobeyed you two brothers and entered the palace without permission .."

This was the time to make all the small things he had done in his eight lifetimes!

Xie Heng's slender white fingers slightly moved, and then she knocked on the stone table, "Tell me, why is brother punishing you?"