The green-backed mountain wolf opened its mouth, its fangs bared, and was about to bite Zhu Qian's arm.
The emperor drew his sword to protect him, "A Qian, get on your horse quickly."
Zhu Qian rolled and crawled to draw out his sword, holding it with both hands, and the two stood back to back.
The wolves attacked the two men. Fugui shot an arrow at the leader of the wolves. The leader of the wolves was hit in the neck and fell in a pool of blood. Instead of dispersing, the wolves launched a more ferocious attack.
The emperor swung his sword dozens of times in succession. His sword skills were wide and open, stabbing, slashing, cutting, hitting and piercing.
Zhu Qian's swordsmanship is not based on any moves; his output does not rely on his sword, but on his voice.
The guards cooperated with the emperor to attack the wolves, and Zhu Qian shouted with his sword in hand.
The guards were well-trained, forming a team of three and cutting in from the edge of the wolf pack. The mountain wolves had sharp teeth and were brave but not wise, relying on brute force to bite.
The emperor deliberately exposed a flaw, and the mountain wolf opened its mouth to bite him. However, what it bit was not Fugui's neck, but a scabbard. The emperor held the sword in his right hand and dropped it from high above.
A sword chopped off a bloody wolf head, and as more and more guards came, the wolf pack gradually dispersed.
Zhu Qian was still in shock. Fortunately, his brother rescued him in time, otherwise he would have been injured.
The Empress Dowager called Zhu Qian to get in the car, and Zhu Qian enthusiastically explained the emperor's heroic deeds.
"With one strike of his sword, he destroyed a wolf's head. Mother, my brother's swordsmanship is worthy of being taught by our father himself. He truly has the demeanor of a master."
"Your father also taught you swordsmanship, why don't you have the demeanor of a master?"
"My son has never learned swordsmanship, never learned to read, never learned to be an official, never learned to do business. He is useless and is a piece of rotten wood that cannot be carved."
"My brother is different. He is a master of swordsmanship, a wise man, and well-versed in both ancient and modern knowledge. He is a rare and wise ruler. At the same time, he also loves his son, a useless brother, very much."
"You actually worship your royal brother so much."
"Of course, my royal brother is a great hero. I applaud him and give him flowers."
"You never thought of yourself as a hero."
"My son doesn't have that ability. He just wants to be a good brother."
The Third Prince's words were like a huge rock, smashing into the Queen Mother's heart, causing ripples and making her heart race.
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