[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

In the early morning of the next day, before dawn, the consort's mansion was already busy.

The maids are hurriedly getting ready.

The son-in-law believes in Buddhism and invites eminent monks to give lectures in the mansion every year.

This kind of mundane thing is not necessary for Wuhua, but because of Master Tianfeng's words, it has to be done.

"Open the altar to teach the way, and travel to all things."

All the Buddhist disciples wear monk's clothes and hold beads, wishing with one heart.

The whole mansion is full of majestic treasures.

Wu Qun didn't go to listen to the sermon, but played by herself in front of the water pavilion with fish food in her hand.

The fish food in his hand had been scattered, and the beauty by the fence sighed softly as he watched the fish in the pond joyfully fighting for food.

"Girl, do you want more?"

The maid said softly.

Wu Qun shook her head: "It's not very interesting either."

She paused and said, "Why don't you go to the front hall to see if the sermon is almost over?"

The maid responded and left.

Wu Qun was lying on the railing of the water pavilion bored, her eyes seemed to be covered with mist.

After an unknown amount of time, a lazy voice suddenly came from behind: "The girl is thinking about Wuhua?"

The voice was brocade-like, as if drunk after drinking.

Wu Qun sighed faintly: "Why do I want to be a monk?"

The voice smiled muffledly: "Because he is a rare monk in the world, and countless women want him to return to vulgarity."

Wu Qun also laughed, her voice was soft, with the warmth of Chunsha, and her tone was a bit self-willed: "But I don't want him to return to vulgarity."

Zhu Yan thought about it for a while, and suddenly clapped his hands and laughed.

But when the beauty by the side of the fence turned around, his smile stopped.

How can the Buddha's voice be eclipsed by the light of the sky?

In front of her, even the vitality must be bleak, this is a kind of beauty that sticks in the life of a man, and it needs to be warmed and nourished with the blood of the heart.

Zhu Yan sighed: "I finally know why Wuhua wants to hide her beauty in a golden house."

Wu Qun smiled: "You think I'm beautiful too?"

The jade cup in the man's hand was already full of wine, he raised his head and drank it all: "No one will think you are not beautiful."

Wu Qun shook her head: "But you don't like me."

Her sad look makes people want to pick off the stars.

Zhu Yan's hand holding the cup paused: "I'm not unmoved, on the contrary, I like you very much."

"I liked it at first sight."

"Then why don't you look at me?"

Wu Qun smiled lightly.

Her voice was soft, and her smile was like the cry of an oriole.

Zhu Yan sighed: "A beauty must be stopped at one glance, and a disaster will be caused if she takes a second glance."

"What disaster?"

she asked with a smile.

The Buddha's voice in the sky had dispersed, and Zhu Yan took a deep look at the bewitching beauty.

"The scourge of cannibalism."

Opening the altar to teach the Dharma can't stop, and Wuhua's lecture didn't stop until sunset.

The white pigeon on the shoulder fluttered its wings impatiently, and Wuhua narrowed her eyes slightly.

"A letter from Shaolin?"

Zhu Yan took a sip of his wine and asked.

Wuhua didn't reply, she stretched out her hand to open the letter paper.

After reading it, he sighed slightly: "As expected."

As he spoke, he handed the letter in his hand to Zhu Yan.

"Unexpectedly, the position of abbot would fall to your senior brother."

Zhu Yan glanced at the handwriting, and said with a sneer.

Wu Hua's expression remained unchanged: "He has long been wary of me, so it is reasonable."

"What are you going to do?"

The drinking man sighed.

Wuhua looked at the clusters outside the courtyard and sighed slightly: "It seems that I have to go back to Shaolin."

Wu skirt dinner is used in the room.

She never liked to eat too much, so she stopped after only a few mouthfuls.

"Girl, do you think it's not to your taste?"

the maid asked in a low voice.

Wu Qun shook her head: "Take it off."

The maid responded, and someone stepped forward to collect the food box.

This lotus picking courtyard seemed to be quieter, and the servants were careful not to offend that delicate guest.

Several sets of dresses sent by Gein's son-in-law at Youshi today.

Gold thread inlaid thread, night pearl powder pendant, all of them are priceless.It was a brocade garment that even the nobles in the palace could not ask for, but now it was randomly sent to the lotus picking courtyard.

Wu Qun likes beautiful skirts, it should be said that there is no beauty who doesn't like colorful things.

But she didn't even look at those fine clothes.

Although there is only one person left in the Twelve Red Buildings, they still have to abide by the rules.

Wu Qun wore the Yunyan Brocade Yi embroidered by the blind man, so her heart would naturally turn to him.

The brocade clothes have not faded, so the rest is naturally out of sight.

Those fine clothes can only be locked in a dark box.

On a spring night, there is no rain or wind, and the frog pond reflects the stars, like the shadow of the moon in the morning.

In the Jiuqu corridor, the maid is holding the lamp beside her.

Wu Qun propped up the round fan with her hand and half-closed her eyes wearily.She was born with a haze at the end of her eyes, and her eyelashes were even more breathtaking when they trembled slightly.

The palace lanterns illuminate, reflecting the beauty's moonlight and autumn beauty, as if curling up with smoke.

The white-clothed monk sitting on the roof not far away paused his chess hand.

It slowly fell outside Heizi again.

Heizi has no way to retreat, Wuhua played chess here, and sighed slightly.

Beauty is beautiful no matter what.

Wu Qun looked at the Youyou Qingchi, and lowered her eyebrows slightly.

The red building is quiet, if she is alone by the pool, she can sit for a whole day.

"Is the girl still asleep?"

A gentle voice in the night asked.

Wu Qun turned her head, and saw the white-clothed monk sitting on the roof, his handsome brows and eyes were as gentle as the moonlight.

This reminded her of the same situation when she first met him.

She smiled: "Master seems to like to sit on a high place."

"Mayflies live and die at night, and so do people. Poor monks always want to see farther away."

Wuhua said warmly.

Wu Qun nodded half understanding.

Her eyes were clear and shining, and the slight flickering of her long eyelashes made people's heart skip a beat, as if thousands of words were turned into ignorant glances.

For some reason, Wuhua breathed a sigh of relief.

In the middle of the night, thousands of households in the city are asleep.

In the green forest on the outskirts, a figure moved nimbly through the night.

Chu Liuxiang is calm and elegant at all times, and the curvature of the corners of her lips is always graceful.But now, his clothes are messed up, and his body is no longer as neat as before.

If a person is about to lose his life, how can he care about these things.

Even Chu Liuxiang is no exception.

He is a little thankful for his nose now, at least he can't smell the strange smell on his body.

Because he had already fled for a day and a night, the people behind him also waved and waved.

Ever since the Shenshui Palace issued the arrest warrant for Jianghu a day ago, the bandit commander Chu Liuxiang has become a street mouse that everyone shouts and beats in the Jianghu.

Chu Liuxiang leaned on the tree trunk and watched the people behind him chasing in the opposite direction, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

This is almost the biggest crisis he has encountered since entering the rivers and lakes.

Thinking of Gong Nanyan's words before leaving, she couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The two big mountains of Yongcui Villa and Shenshui Palace are firmly on the body.

If the murderer is not found out, he will not be able to appear in front of people for a day.

Chu Liuxiang touched his face, then lifted his breath and quickly swept forward.

On the other side, Li Hongxiu appeared in a brothel fifty miles away.

With her was a woman in a light yellow robe, with gentle eyebrows and eyes, she was a peerless beauty, it was Su Rongrong.

Seeing that it was almost dawn, Li Hongxiu stamped her feet anxiously: "I shouldn't have left first."

"If something happens to Big Brother Chu."

After all, she is a woman, and she is about to cry at this point.

Su Rongrong was also a little worried, but she still comforted her: "Don't think about it, brother Chu said he will be back before dawn, so he will definitely come back."

Li Hongxiu held back tears and nodded: "If something happens to him, I will..."

"What are you?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a mocking male voice came from outside the window.

Chu Liuxiang opened the window and jumped in.

He was extremely tired at the moment, and his handsome face looked a little dull, but when he smiled, the light in his eyes lit up.

Li Hongxiu also smiled through tears.

"I finally know that you cry more than Tian'er."

Chu Liuxiang sighed and teased.

Li Hongxiu blushed, but did not refute, and looked at Su Rongrong coquettishly.

Su Rongrong also understood, and said softly: "Brother Chu, stop making fun of Hongxiu, I was also taken aback."

Chu Liuxiang touched his nose with a wry smile, and quickly changed the subject: "Is everything ready?"

Su Rongrong nodded.

Early in the morning, a man with a gloomy face came out of the inn.

The man's age is uncertain, and his eyes are furtive, which makes people feel a little uncomfortable.

——It was Chu Liuxiang after the disguise.

After Chu Liuxiang went downstairs, she didn't leave in a hurry, but sat in the lobby and ordered steamed buns, and ate them openly.

Is there any place in the rivers and lakes that is better informed than the inn?

Chu Liuxiang drank his saliva, then listened to the whispering of two big men at the next table.

"Have you heard?"

The short man whispered.

"A big event happened in Jianghu yesterday!"

The big man next to him looked left and right, seeing that no one had noticed, then he turned around and said, "You mean the killing order from Shenshui Palace?"

The short man nodded: "I didn't expect Chu Liuxiang to be this kind of person, with a total of twelve lives."

"I heard that Li Yuhan, the eldest son of Yongcui Villa, has hired the most expensive killer to hunt down Chu Liuxiang."

"You mean the Central Plains is a little red?"

The big man suddenly changed color.

The short man sighed: "Shenshui Palace and Central Plains are a little red, this Chu Xiangshuai will have no escape this time."

"Many gambling houses have already set up games to see if Chu Liuxiang can survive for a few days."

The two were talking quietly here.

Chu Liuxiang squinted her eyes, threw the ingot of silver and turned to leave.

He had to find someone first, someone who had been protecting Mrs. Xiong for ten years.

No one would have guessed that the gentleman Jian Huang Luzhi, who never lied, had been with Mrs. Xiong for many years.

Chu Liuxiang thought of the inexplicable note outside the window this morning, and sighed slightly, because he had already guessed who the messenger was, but he didn't know why the palace girl wanted to help him like this.