C26 Using Xuan-yuan Sword to Chop Wood

Yuan Muchen looked at the wood on the ground and then looked at the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand. He didn't seem to be very satisfied with the result and felt a bit ashamed. "That's all I can do. I'm not very familiar with the Xuanyuan Sword, so my speed is a bit slow."

Before Xuanyuan Ta could say anything, he heard Cheng Luo, who was squatting in front of the block of wood and counting, say, "It's okay, it's okay." She waved her hand and encouraged Yuan Muchen, "Prince Chen is already very strong to be able to do this. You'll slowly get used to the Xuanyuan Sword in the future. Come on, I think highly of you!" After that, she didn't forget to compare her heart.

[Heh, heh. It seems she really should come here more often. Maybe one day she will be lucky enough to meet Yuan Muchen again. By then, the problem of the stick will be solved, won't it?]

It was said that Yuan Muchen led his troops to war step by step, but now it seemed that he was also fooled by her.

Cheng Luo Luo felt a sense of accomplishment in her heart.

Yuan Muchen could always feel that Cheng Luo Luo's purpose wasn't simple, but he knew that the Xuan-Yuan Sword's power wasn't as great as his own, so he couldn't help but become serious.

When he thought of Yuan Muling's men of sacrifice, he felt uneasy and anxious. He had to practice hard and make the best of the situation. "I will try again!"

"Your Highness, don't be in such a hurry. Xuan-Yuan Sword is already much more powerful than normal swords. Your Highness is able to use it so easily on your first try. You're already more powerful than the Xuanyuan family." Xuanyuan Ta encouraged.

As soon as Xuanyuan Ta finished speaking, Cheng Luoluo was about to use a hemp rope to tie up the stacked sticks when the wood on the ground flew up again. She suddenly raised her head in shock and saw a cold light flash in front of her. Then she looked in the direction of Yuan Muchen. Yuan Muchen did not move, but the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand seemed to have a life of its own. It floated in the air and spun around.

By the time she realized what was going on, one of the stacks had been destroyed.

"Ah! Stop, stop, stop!" Cheng Luoluo cried out in shock. She hurriedly got up and ran towards Yuan Muchen. She pounced on him and grabbed his arm, shouting, "No, don't, don't cut anymore. If you continue to cut, you won't be able to burn the fire. If I can't report back, I will die!"

Yuan Muchen and Xuanyuan Ta were both stunned. "Fire?"

Seeing that he had stopped, Cheng Lolo let go of his arm and bent down to pick up the sticks of wood that had escaped. She pouted and complained, "Prince Chen, if you haven't cut enough, there are so many trees over there. You see, these pieces are so broken, how can I burn them? And these pieces, they are different in size, how can I answer to a lemon? "

At this moment, Yuan Muchen and Xuanyuan Ta finally felt that something was wrong. Yuan Muchen's face instantly turned black and he said unhappily, "Are you trying to chop wood and burn it?"

Cheng Luoluo realized his slip of the tongue and hurriedly stood up. He held a stick under each of his arms and stammered, "That, that, this servant just wanted to see the Xuan-Yuan Sword. Heh heh, since Your Highness has already used them as practice targets, it would be a waste to throw them away. Why don't you leave them to this servant?"

At this moment, Yuan Mu Chen wasn't the only one who was angry. Xuanyuan Ta was even more furious. He really felt that he had fallen for such a sweet-talked and obedient woman.

Xuanyuan Ta said coldly, "Hmph, you're using my Xuanyuan Sword to chop wood?"

Seeing the look on Xuan Yuan Ta's face, Cheng Luoluo thought he was going to kill her. She was so scared that she dropped the stick and stepped back a few steps. Then she spread out her hands helplessly, "Prince Chen, General Xuan Yuan, please don't misunderstand me. I am here to chop wood, but I really want to see the power of Xuan Yuan Sword, and I really want to help you practice your sword skills. However, since these sticks have been cut down, I can't waste them. Why don't you let me carry them back to use as firewood?"

At this point, Cheng Lolo repeated, "By the way!"

Yuan Muchen was also furious, "Xuan Yuan Sword is an ancient divine sword. It is used to kill demons and pirates, punish evil and promote good. It is the Xuan Yuan Family that supports justice."

Despicable? Isn't it just helping to chop firewood? Isn't it too much to use such a word?

However, Cheng Luoluo still insisted on her attitude in the end, "Your Highness, how can you say that I'm b * tchy with Xuan-Yuan Sword? [You are taking it to fight the enemies. It is good to protect the country, but isn't chopping wood for me doing good for the weak?] If I had to wait until I had finished chopping the sticks with that broken axe, it would have taken me a long time, but for you, it was a piece of cake."

At this point, Cheng Luoluo paused, and when he spoke again, his tone softened again, and there was a trace of grievance in his voice, "Besides, you can't blame me for all of this. Your Highness Chen, I also have a grievance. I was just knocked out and delayed my work... delayed my work time, so when I went to the kitchen, I was attacked by Lemon, the steward maid, who asked me to finish cutting so many sticks in two hours. Look at my little arms and legs, how can I finish it, wuu..."

Cheng Lolo managed to squeeze out a few more tears.

After listening to her earlier words, Yuan Mu Chen's face was as black as coal. He was trying his best to suppress the urge to kill her in one move, but after listening to her last words, his face softened a little and he looked at her doubtfully, "You are the servant girl who was drugged with sleeping incense today?"

It seemed that Yuan Muchen knew about it. She swore to the heavens that she didn't mean to complain.

She nodded, "Yes, yes, yes. It is me. I am wronged. Your Highness, you must help me!"

Cheng Luoluo expressed her grievance and sat on the floor. She cried in grief as she picked up the pieces of trash on the floor.

Xuanyuan Ta didn't know anything about the sleeping smoke. He just thought that Cheng Luoluo was making up another story and snorted in anger. However, Yuan Muchen knew that it was true. He had received the report from the kitchen and had already ordered people to investigate this matter. He looked down at Cheng Luoluo and saw that she was in a sorry state. He didn't know why, but he felt pity for her. Under Xuanyuan Ta's surprise, he raised his right foot and the axe that Cheng Luoluo had thrown on the ground flew up. It spun a few times in the air and landed in his hand.

Then there was another rustling sound in the air, and when Cheng Lolo looked up again, more tree trunks had been cut down to make sticks in front of her.

She was shocked, "Your, Your Highness, you..."

"Remember, you can't tell anyone about what happened today!" Yuan Mu Chen said coldly with his back to her.

"Yes, I know..." She got it.

Before Cheng Luo Luo could reply, Yuan Muchen put his sword back into its sheath and left. Xuanyuan Ta looked deeply at Cheng Luo, who was kneeling on the ground, before following him.

When she finally managed to drag all the sticks back to the kitchen, the place was already crowded with people, led by Lemon, most of whom had come to see Cheng Lolo make a fool of herself.

"Oh, look, Lorr has brought back so much wood in two hours!"

"That's right! Look at her soft skin and weak strength! I thought she wouldn't be able to cut those vines!"

"She must have suffered a lot. Look at her face. It is covered with mud and dirt!"

... ""

Everybody was talking to each other. They were all shocked.

Cheng Lolo listened to the discussion around her. She raised her head proudly, walked up to Lemon, who was still in a daze, clapped her hands, and said with a smile, "Well, do you want me to count them?"

Lemon came back to his senses and shouted angrily, "Impossible, this is absolutely impossible. Go and count to see if the number and size are the same!" With that, she grabbed Cheng Luoluo's wrist. As expected, several calluses appeared on Cheng Luoluo's palm.

She had undoubtedly cut them herself.

"Look, her hand is covered in blisters. She cut it."

"Yeah, yeah!"

... "" Whispers could be heard from the surroundings again.

Fortunately, she was clever enough to know that Lemon would suspect that she had not cut it herself, and so she ground her palm painfully. Alas, it was only a little ugly.

"Miss Lemon, there are twenty more, and they are almost uniform in size and length," one of the eunuchs said.

"Hmph, I don't know how you did it, but don't take any chances, hmph!" Lemon snorted and looked around with a fierce look. In an instant, the servants who had been watching the show dispersed.

Cheng Luo Luo's face was full of pride, "Then what do you want me to do next?"

"Hurry up and carry your firewood to light the fire!" Lemon turned around resentfully and walked into the kitchen first.

He knew that she wouldn't arrange any good tasks for him. She actually asked him to start a fire after chopping wood.

While everyone was whispering to each other, Cheng Luoluo walked over with a few pieces of firewood in her arms.

The kitchen was filled with people washing vegetables, cutting vegetables, and making pastries. In comparison, they were much more relaxed.