Xiu Ye and Emperor X

Chapter 8

The screaming stopped abruptly.

The sword's edge stopped three inches from the emperor's neck, and the sword energy shot out, a small hole was cut in the buckle of the dragon robe, and the well-crafted buckle lost its restraint, and fell to the ground with a ding.The hair on the back of the neck fluttered slightly with sword air, the emperor's face remained unchanged, and he stretched out his hand to carefully pinch the edge of the sword: "Good swordsmanship."

Not angry?

Lord Xiu didn't feel like a dragon, and every trace of it made people anxious.

Disappointed, he withdrew his sword, gave him a condescending sideways glance, and sneered again and again.

The emperor still looked like a gentle and kind old man, shaking his head and laughing: "Li Dequan, prepare to undress me." He went to the front hall, and a group of palace people hurriedly went to get the spare dragon robe. The eunuch hurriedly followed the emperor, and the emperor left Two steps, thinking of Xiubai, looking back at him: "I have someone prepare breakfast for you, if you are bored, I will leave Wei Zhu behind and let him take you away."

He smiled softly and softly, and whispered like a murmur.

Master Xiu blinked and watched him go away, isn't he angry?

Don't get angry when someone puts a sword on your neck?Honey, at least give me a little scare!

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You are worthy of being an emperor through the ages, you cow!

Xiubai felt that she had to find another way.

When Lord Xiu turned his head, the people around him scattered far away, the brave ones hid behind the pillars and did not dare to lift their heads, and the timid ones didn't know where to hide?

Is he that scary?

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What happened to the sword resting on the emperor's neck?Grandpa is happy! ! !

Master Xiu drew his sword, his swordsmanship was fierce and full of murderous aura, the light of the sword swept across, the leaves fell on the tree, and fell to the ground, starting from the meridian, it was cut in two in amazement, neatly, every leaf was like this.

After practicing swordsmanship three times, I was sweating all over.

Xiubai took a shower, changed into clean clothes and came out, the sky was already bright, the warm sunlight shone on the earth, and the room was bright.Master Xiu loosened his hair, and asked someone to move a chaise longue in the middle of the courtyard, swaying, tired, tilted his head, and fell asleep quietly.He was really tired, the sun was just right, the sun was shining brightly and the flowers were fragrant, it would be too much of a treat for himself not to sleep.

I fell asleep in a daze.

The servants in the yard drove him away, and the palace servants were really relieved that they didn't have to appear in front of Shashen, wishing they could stay far away and never come back.

When Kangxi went down to court, he saw the picture of the beauty sleeping in spring at a glance, and a warm feeling permeated his heart, which lasted for a long time.

Familiar eyebrows, familiar actions, but he is not familiar.

Among them, only he knows all kinds of ups and downs.

It was crazy for a while.

"What are you looking at?" The beauty opened her eyes, her gaze was indifferent and cold, on a nineteenth and October day, this gaze was like a basin of cold water pouring on the emperor's heart, piercingly cold.

"I see you are sleeping soundly and don't want to disturb you."

Master Xiu sneered, he woke up as soon as he came in, what was there to disturb?

Master Xiu woke up in a good mood and didn't want to get angry with him.

The beauty is exquisite and beautiful under the sun, her fair skin seems to be plated with gold, her amber eyes are slightly narrowed, like a very lazy cat licking its fur and taking a nap.

Delicate and precious.

The emperor said: "I heard people say that you don't have breakfast?"

"..."

Keep licking.

"Li Dequan's biography."

The emperor raised his voice.

"twitter."

Li Dequan was agile, and when Xiubai was fully awake, breakfast was served in front of him.

The sticky white porridge, finely chopped side dishes, and a few drops of sesame oil, the rich aroma is mouth-watering.Xiubai didn't realize it earlier, but seeing him now, he suddenly felt a little hungry, he was not a polite person, he reached out for a bowl of porridge and put a lotus root clip in his mouth, the sweet white porridge with the lotus root clip was soft and whetted his appetite.

The emperor smiled, took a bowl of porridge and drank it slowly.

There wasn't much breakfast, and there was a lot of variety. A small table was placed in front of the imperial concubine chair in the yard, and Xiubai could touch it as soon as she reached out. Exposed to the sun, the young palace man was sweating on his head and his arms were trembling slightly.

Xiubai suddenly lost his appetite, he stood up alone, with one hand he lifted the imperial concubine chair and dragged it under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, set it up, and walked up to the emperor: "Get up."

The emperor was surprised, stood up according to his words, and then watched the frail beauty dragged heavily to the tree.

Xiubai slapped her body down, her domineering sideways leaking: "Come here, continue."

There was a strange look on the emperor's handsome face. He looked at his fair and slender arms, and then at his own strong and muscular arms, gestured to himself, and was immediately dejected.

He is old, and his old arms and legs are afraid that he won't be able to practice.

The emperor was lying on the couch, the jade pillow on the back of his neck was cold, the leaves of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree were swaying above his head, and spots of light fell on his face, which was warm but not hot. When the summer wind hit in the afternoon, he gradually became tired. He covered his mouth and yawned slowly. sleep.

The moment he fell asleep, Lord Xiu suddenly opened his eyes.

The four corners of the courtyard were filled with eunuchs and maids, their heads lowered, their eyes down, docile and honest, but after all, they were not the group in the morning. After careful observation, each of them breathed steadily and long, and their feet were as motionless as a mountain. They clearly had a certain level of kung fu.He slept soundly!Master Xiu sneered, and closed his eyes again, the afternoon is just right, can you rest up?

The leaves are rustling, the fragrance of flowers is overflowing, the sun is warm, the wind is blowing with the fragrance of flowers, it is peaceful and peaceful.

No other thoughts, no suspicion and defense, all indifference and suspicion are far away from them.

Master Xiu seems to be back in Xiufang, boating in the afternoon, the lake is swaying with reeds, the water and the sky meet, the water surface sparkles like thousands of colored glazes, the sun is warm, it is midsummer, the leaves on the shore are lush, and the little greenery blooms with a light fragrance.In the far distance, the sound of the piano is very few, like smoke and mist, elusive, like coming from the nine heavens, playing fairy music.

It must be the disciple of Qinxiu playing music on stage.

Xiubai smiled dazedly, lying on the small boat, boiling a pot of sake on the boat, the silver carbon in the small red clay stove was silently burning, and the tea boiled and gurgled.He ignored it lazily, and stretched out his hand to pick a lotus leaf in full bloom from the lake and covered his face, even covering the remaining sunlight, only his body was warm, as if soaking in a hot spring, making people not want to move, just right for a nap .

When he wakes up, he will send off the huskies from the Tiance Mansion who are reluctant to leave.

He slowly fell asleep.

Suddenly there was a sharp arrow sound.

The screams sounded one after another.

The lotus leaf turned into ashes and was blown away by the wind. Everything in front of her eyes made Xiubai horrified. The lake water was dyed blood-colored. The bottom could not be seen at a glance. There was an endless stream of girls from Qixiu who fell into the lake with their enemies in their arms, and there was no sound. The lake was full of corpses. At first glance, it was shockingly familiar. That heart was almost not my own, and it was beating wildly. , Anger and despair filled his mind.

Sirius Army! !

Anlu Mountain! ! !

That big banner is clearly the ambition of the Tartars! ! !

He actually attacked Xiufang!

Unforgivable.

Xiubai stretched out his hand and drew his sword, where were the shadows of the two swords in the emptiness around his waist?He wanted to jump into the river, but the boat was as heavy as iron and was welded under his feet! !

He could only watch Xiufang being slaughtered.

The gentle Zhaoxiu, the bright Yanxiu, the noble Chuxiu...

The bones are inch by inch, mountains and rivers of blood! !

The old man's face is familiar, and he will die with peace in his eyes! !

An inch of mountains and rivers is an inch of blood.

Xiubai's tears had already been shed, and the dark red blood flowed down the corners of her eyes and fell into the lake. It was no longer possible to tell who was who.Those he loves, please rest assured, I will repay everything you have suffered a hundredfold.

The killing came to an end, the enemy laughed wildly and went away, the workshop was plundered, listening to the piano playing platform in the incense workshop, the smoke was billowing and the fire was raging, the green tiles were flying, the carved beams and painted buildings, the cornices and ridges were raised, and the Shuiyun workshop was burned.

All of a sudden quiet.

The big fire turned into a small fire, and the small fire was finally extinguished, and charred corpses could be faintly seen in the dark ruins.

In the center of the distant lake, Yiyi Yaya songs sounded.

The singer was hoarse and choked, like weeping blood.

Every word punishes the heart and tunes into tears.

My loved ones, please open your eyes and watch, I will gouge out the heart and bone of the perpetrator, pull out the skin, shatter the bone and turn the ashes to avenge you! !

A drop of crystal tear appeared from the corner of the sleeper's eye, and the emperor, who was sitting under the osmanthus tree and moved the memorial to deal with the paper, paused, subconsciously turned around, and the other party's face was already full of tears.

Although he is a bad boy, he likes to point a sword at him, and likes to be self-willed and proud.

But he still cares about him.

As soon as he cried, his heart ached from crying, and his heart was ruthlessly grabbed and torn by invisible hands.

The emperor sighed, put down the pen in his hand, and walked slowly over. The other party was clearly a nightmare, and he could not be woken up in a nightmare. He simply sat down on the edge, stretched out his hand and gently patted his back, coaxing him slowly, one by one, Singing ancient ballads in his mouth, the emperor was not good at singing, his voice was low and out of tune, harsh and harsh.The melody buried in the memory is revived little by little, tuned into a melody, and synthesized into the shadow of Xiu Ye's dream, the ballad of Qixiufang.

He tried to comfort him, though awkwardly and jerky.

Slowly, the person in the dream stopped crying, his frowning brows slowly relaxed, his breathing gradually calmed down, his face was rosy, those horrible and hideous things were far away, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he continued to dream.

It's ridiculous that he is sitting on the world, but he can't give him what he wants.

The emperor looked down at his hands, his hands were wide and slender, yet powerful, the palm lines were neat and organized, and the mountains and rivers were in his palms.He sighed again, picked up the ink brush again: "Li Dequan, let me burn some incense."

"twitter."

After lighting the benzoin, he might not be afraid anymore.

The only thing he can do is these.

Ridiculous, deplorable, and pathetic.

In vain for the emperor! ! !