Chapter 5 How is this sword?

Chen Yu had been at the border for many years. Although he didn't know all the people in the city, most of them looked familiar. The man in front of him was a completely unfamiliar face, with delicate skin and tender flesh, and didn't look like he had lived at the border at all.

In addition, in order to prevent the wrong people from being arrested, he issued certificates to every citizen in the city. If they were citizens in the city, there was no need to say anything more, as their identity would be naturally proven once the certificate was issued.

Behind him were the people from the border of the Moon Kingdom and the generals of the Moon Kingdom who had fought bloody battles with him. Every decision he made was related to their safety. Now that he already knew that this woman's identity was questionable, regardless of whether she had obtained military intelligence, she was destined to not be able to walk out of this door today.

If he really killed the wrong person, he would make amends when he died, and repay her in the next life.

As soon as Shen Yu finished speaking, he immediately drew the sword from his waist.

A flash of sword light flashed before Xu Zhao's eyes. Before she lost consciousness, she saw again the sword that brought her into this world. It was only cleaner than the one she had seen in the museum before, without any rust. It was indeed a good sword.

The sword in the prince's hand and the sword in the display cabinet overlapped with each other, bright and dark. Xu Zhao vaguely saw the word "Xiao Yao" on the sword. Then she felt dizzy and could no longer distinguish between reality and dreams.

The expected pain did not come. Xu Zhao suddenly opened her eyes wide, and kept recalling the scene just now in her mind. The flash of sword light really scared her. She was also very sure that she died under the man's sword just a second ago.

I didn't expect that such a good-looking man could be so cruel. Although her appearance was not stunningly beautiful, she was also picturesque. Didn’t men in ancient times like to be gentle and considerate to women?

"Zhao Zhao, what do you think of this sword?" Zhou Nanyue asked when he saw Xu Zhao had been staring at the sword for at least five minutes.

When Zhou Nanyue opened his mouth suddenly, Xu Zhao, who was immersed in self-consciousness, was startled.

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and forced herself to calm down. After a moment, Xu Zhao finally came to her senses and slowly opened her eyes. The confusion in her eyes slowly faded away, as if everything that had just happened was just a dream.

But the fear of having a knife on his neck, the pain of kneeling on the ground, and that handsome prince and the unreasonable general, none of this seemed fake.

But everything she had just experienced could no longer be explained by common sense.

That’s right!

Neck and knees!

Xu Zhao raised her chin slightly, revealing her neck. Through the display cabinet in front of her, she could clearly see that her fair neck was intact without a single scratch.

Then she touched her knees, and again, the pain in her memory did not come. She was wearing jeans and it was difficult to roll up her trouser legs to check whether the skin was broken by the pebbles, but she guessed that there were no wounds.

So, if everything that just happened was not an illusion, if it was true, it meant that the harm she suffered in ancient times would not be brought to the modern times.

Xu Zhao looked at the sword in front of her that was covered in rust but still could not conceal its brilliance, and couldn't help wondering what made her go back to the past? As for returning to the modern era, it turns out that death can bring one back, so is there any other way?

Zhou Nanyue saw that Xu Zhao was silent, looked up and touched her knees for no apparent reason. Although he didn't understand what she was doing, considering that the child was grown up and had her own ideas, he didn't ask too much.

He had no choice but to pretend he didn't see it and asked again, "Zhao Zhao, what do you think of this sword?" Different people will have different opinions.

He found that Xu Zhao stood in front of the sword for a long time. There must be something about this sword that attracted this child. Maybe he could interpret this sword from a new perspective.

Xu Zhao recalled the sword he had just seen and exclaimed: "If this sword didn't have these rust marks, it would have been extremely sharp. It's a pity that the sword's name was completely covered by the indelible rust. The pattern on the hilt is engraved with an exquisite coiled dragon, which is lifelike. The forger of this sword must have extraordinary skills."

"In addition, the front and back of the sword guard are inlaid with black colored glaze and rubies. I once saw it in one of my father's collections. The royal family of the Moon Kingdom highly respects black and red, so only the royal family of the Moon Kingdom can inlay black colored glaze and rubies on objects at the same time."

Judging from the coiled dragon and the black and red gems, it seems that she had just gone to the border of the Moon Kingdom, and the man who killed her was the prince of the Moon Kingdom, but it is not known which prince he was.

Zhou Nanyue looked at Xu Zhao with admiration, "I didn't expect you know so much." He had heard his old friends complain many times that their daughters did not like to study history, knew nothing about ancient knowledge, and were worried about the lack of successors.

Now it seems that this is not complete ignorance. Either the old friend is pretending to be modest, or Zhao Zhao is hiding her incompetence.

Xu Zhao said embarrassedly, "When I was a kid, I was bored, so I took advantage of my dad's absence and flipped through his collection of books. How much I could remember was up to fate."

Just as Zhou Nanyan was about to say something, a gentle voice came from not far away, "Director Zhou, Xu Zhao, you are here."

Upon hearing this, the two of them looked towards the source of the sound at the same time. The person who came was Qiao Zhijing, followed by several other guests, who were walking towards them together.

When Tang Qianshuo saw Xu Zhao, he raised his lips in joy and walked towards her quickly. Before he got close, he was attracted by the sword behind her, "What a beautiful sword!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the few people who had lagged behind quickly walked to the display cabinet and stood in a circle, so it was not crowded.

"Director Zhou, can you tell us about this sword?"

Qiao Zhijing also noticed the sword in the display cabinet.

"If you all want to listen, I'd be happy to tell you." As the curator, Zhou Nanyeon naturally hopes that visitors can better understand the historical stories of the collections in the museum.

However, before he began to explain, he asked the same question again: "What is your first impression of this sword?"

While everyone's attention was on the sword, Xu Zhao moved to Qiao Zhijing's side and asked, "Brother Qiao, why are you all here?"

The production crew hasn't called anyone to start filming yet. Logically, these people should still be outside or in their own nanny cars, but how come they all came in as if they had made an appointment?

The two of them were very close to each other and spoke very quietly, for fear of disturbing others nearby. "It suddenly started to rain heavily outside, and the staff outside went into the museum to avoid the rain, so we all followed them in."

rain?

Xu Zhao remembered looking at the weather forecast today. It was sunny to cloudy, but it didn’t say it would rain?

Could it be that...

Xu Zhao guessed that the unusual weather might be related to her recent experience.