The Dark and Foolish King: The Fierce and Crazy Concubine Has Infinite Strength

Seeing Chanmu coming over, Qu Xiaoyou did not stop playing the zither, but said slowly with a smile: "How can the senior brother who is so busy have the leisure to come to this backyard? Could it be... that he is here to look for me?"

Zenmu looked embarrassed and hastily denied, "It's just that it's freezing cold, so I came here to admire the red plum blossoms in the snow."

Qu Xiaoyou chuckled and joked, "Which one do you think is prettier, the red plum blossom or the girl under the red plum blossom?"

Zenmu blushed slightly, hesitated for a while, and finally said truthfully: "They are all beautiful."

Qu Xiaoyou stopped playing the piano, turned to look at him, and smiled, "I'll take it as a compliment."

Zenmu was speechless and did not argue.

Qu Xiaoyou didn't speak to him anymore. Instead, she took the guqin off the table with both hands, took the warm wine beside her to the table, and slowly poured the wine into the white jade porcelain cup.

"It's cold, drink a glass of wine to warm yourself up, would you like a drink?"

Zenmu shook his head helplessly, "Monks are not allowed to drink alcohol."

Qu Xiaoyou raised her eyebrows, said "wait", then got up and walked towards the bedroom.

After a while, she brought a small stool and a teapot, placed the stool on the ground opposite the piano table, and placed the teapot filled with tea on the stove.

"Sit down, you can drink tea instead of wine, and we can have a few drinks."

Zenmu hesitated for a moment, then walked over to her and sat on a small stool.

Soon, white smoke rose from the tea on the stove. Qu Xiaoyou took the teapot and poured tea for Chanmu, who touched the cup with his hand to show politeness.

"I didn't know you could play the guqin." Chanmu picked up the warm teacup and placed it in his palm, saying in surprise.

Qu Xiaoyou smiled and said, "Why? In your eyes, shouldn't a rough man like me who can only wield a gun and a stick understand such elegant things?"

"That's not my intention!" Chanmu denied hastily.

Qu Xiaoyou raised her head and drank the liquor in the cup. She looked into the distance with a trace of loneliness between her brows. "It may be genetic factors. Before my mother got married, she was the best zither player in Liuyue City. Even the masters of the music house in the imperial palace in the capital went to visit her."

Zenmu was stunned, frowned and apologized to her: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring up your sad story."

"It's okay." Qu Xiaoyou smiled and shook her head at him.

"You grew up in the south where it's spring all year round. Now you come here and experience such a cold winter. Will you not be used to it?" Zenmu changed the subject and asked with concern.

"Fortunately, I've been practicing martial arts since I was young and have a good physique, so it won't be too hard." Qu Xiaoyou replied, putting down the wine glass, supporting her chin with both hands and looking at him with a smile, "Are you concerned about me?"

Zenmu's eyes flickered, and he looked down at his water cup and admitted, "Yes, it's the concern between friends."

Qu Xiaoyou looked at him silently for a long time, then sighed softly and continued to pick up the wine glass to pour himself some wine.

Qu Xiaoyou is a heroic person by nature and has a special fondness for fine wine. He drinks two glasses almost every day.

I was worried today and couldn't help but lose control, drinking one cup after another, which made Zenmu frown.

"That's enough." He couldn't bear it any longer and held down Qu Xiaoyou's hand that was still pouring the wine, and persuaded her helplessly, "You've had a few cups. If you drink any more, you'll get drunk."

"No, I'm not drunk yet." Qu Xiaoyou tried to pull his hand away. Because of the alcohol, her originally snow-white cheeks were stained with two blushes, just like the fiery clouds in the sky at dusk, making her look extremely beautiful.

"You are already drunk." Zenmu snatched her wine bottle and scolded unhappily, "Your eyes are blurry, don't be willful."

Qu Xiaoyou glared at him with raised eyebrows, knowing that she couldn't win the fight, so she had to give up with grievance.

At this time, snowflakes were floating in the sky. The cool snowflakes fell on the exposed skin of the two people and then quickly melted into water droplets.

"It's snowing." Qu Xiaoyou murmured softly, looking up at the falling snow, her crystal eyes sparkling in the snowflakes.

"You are wearing thin clothes. Go back to your room or you will catch a cold." After saying this, Zenmu got up and was about to take her back to her room.

Qu Xiaoyou stood up, but did not want to go back to the room. Instead, he turned around and took the sword leaning against the plum tree. With a "swish", he pulled out the gleaming blade and said to Zen Mu with a smile: "This flying snow is really magnificent and beautiful. Why don't I dance a song for the holy monk?"

After saying that, without waiting for Zenmu's response, she lightly tapped her toes and leaped into the air to the widest area in the yard. She turned around and began to dance with the sword.

Zenmu knew he couldn't persuade her, so he didn't try to stop her and just stood there to support her.

The woman's slender wrist, as white as jade, gently rotated, the silver sword in her hand flashed as fast as lightning, and the big red figure jumped lightly like a young swallow.

The lotus feet tapped lightly, the slender waist swayed, sometimes the sword moves were sharp, like a dragon emerging from the water; sometimes they were gentle and slow, like a cat catching a mouse. It was exactly in line with the saying: graceful as a startled swan, gentle as a swimming dragon!

The ground was covered with white snow, and she was dancing in the snow in a bright red dress. The strong contrast between red and white colors impacted people's senses, as if a huge red lotus was blooming on the snow-capped mountains.

With her stunning beauty and slightly melancholy and cold expression, Qu Xiaoyou looks like a fairy who has fallen into the human world, so beautiful that nothing can compare to her.

Zenmu's face was filled with shock. He was stunned by the scene before his eyes. He stared at the figure closely, with only one thought in his mind:

This kind of situation should not appear in the human world!

The snow fell heavier and heavier, as if a drunk god had torn the white clouds in the sky into pieces and sprinkled them all over the earth.

Wherever Qu Xiaoyou's sword passed, a gentle breeze blew, making the scattered snowflakes around her form a formation. They flipped and moved with her movements, refusing to fall to the ground.

The sword danced faster and faster, like a silver dragon, driving the snowflakes to fly up and down and circle around her.

How can it be described with just one word: “spectacular”?

Zenmu's burly body seemed to be frozen, letting the snowflakes dye the clothes on his shoulders white. He felt that every movement of hers brought him a shock that penetrated his heart.

The scene before him was so beautiful that he couldn't express it in words.

In such a beautiful scenery, even the snow known as "peerless" and the gorgeous red plum blossom in the corner of the yard became her foil.

This shocking scene lasted for half an incense stick of time. In the end, Qu Xiaoyou didn't know whether she was tired or drunk. Her sword-holding arm slowly drooped, her legs softened, and her delicate body fell like a feather on the snow, without any movement.

Zenmu came to his senses in an instant, strode towards her, and lifted her cold body into his arms.

After several attempts, he found that she was just drunk, so he sighed helplessly and shook her to try to wake her up.

However, no matter how many times he called her and shook her several times, Qu Xiaoyou didn't respond at all. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing was even, and she was sleeping very soundly.