[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

The sky is getting brighter.

The light shines on the gauze through the window casement, reflecting the misty face of the beauty on the bed.

Xu Shi touched the wound, Wu Qun frowned, and slowly opened her eyes.

"The girl is awake?"

The mother-in-law who brought the medicine laughed.

She blinked, and saw more clearly, it was the female doctor from the pharmacy at the foot of the mountain.

"Grandma Wang."

The woman responded, seeing Wu Qun as if she was about to get up, she quickly put the medicine bowl on the table, and came to help her.

"Girl, don't worry about your injury."

"It won't be good if there are scars."

Wu Qun leaned against the window coffin and smiled: "I still have to practice sword today, it's already late."

She was pale, almost transparent in half-light.How can Wang Po have the heart to say harsh words.

He just said: "Miss, don't worry, the owner of the villa said last night, the sword will be spared these few days."

Wu Qun bowed her head and said nothing, just took the medicine and took a sip.

Seeing that her expression was still a bit sad, Wang Po sighed: "According to my old age, it is not too late to practice this sword. You don't have to worry, just take care of yourself."

The medicine was really bitter, but she hadn't experienced any pain since studying swords by herself, so she just frowned slightly and drank it.

Wang Po smiled and took the bowl: "Miss, do you want sweet dates?"

All bitter medicines are precious, if they are mixed with candied fruit, the medicinal effect will be reduced.

Wu Qun shook her head slightly, but when Wang Po went out, she suddenly asked, "Did Po Po help A Qun with the medicine last night?"

She seemed to be just asking casually.

Wang Po paused and said with a smile, "It's an old woman."

That footsteps have been gradually far away.

Wu Qun sighed.

People get bored when they get hurt.

It was the first time in the past three months that Wu Qun was so clean.

She slightly opened the window with her uninjured hand, and pressed her face against the brocade veil.

Autumn has just entered, and the sky has not yet cooled down.

It's windy in the morning.

She closed her eyes slightly, wondering what she was thinking.

Lu Xiaofeng saw this scene when he came.

He always thought that when he saw her again, her hands would be different with blood on her hands.

Can't help but smile wryly.

"How did you come?"

Under the light, the beauty slightly opened her eyes and looked at him.

She seemed to be looking at him but didn't seem to be looking at him.

There was a trace of sadness in those eyes.

Lu Xiaofeng stroked the corners of his mouth and sat on the coffin with a smile.

"I heard about the reputation of the Jishou Sword in Jianghu, so I came here to see it."

His words were full of ridicule.

Wu Qun also smiled: "Then you saw it?"

There is always a kind of person in this world, when she is sad, you feel sad, and when she laughs, you can't help but laugh along with her.

Lu Xiaofeng nodded: "I have indeed seen it, but it is different from the legends in the world."

"Oh?"

Wu Qun raised her eyes slightly.

Her eyes are beautiful and clear.Lu Xiaofeng's heart skipped a beat, and he said with a smile: "There are legends in the world that Jishoujian is an old man over half a hundred years old, his face is as terrifying as tree bark, and his opponent is often scared to death before the sword is drawn."

Knowing that he was deliberately teasing her, Wu Qun couldn't help laughing.

"Then go out and tell everyone that Jishoujian is indeed like this."

There was a slight smile on her face, and the sadness between her brows gradually faded away.

Lu Xiaofeng sighed: "I never tell lies."

Wu Qun glanced at him: "But you have never been honest with women."

That's right.

Lu Xiaofeng smiled wryly and stroked his beard:

"So I dare not come in."

Wu Qun hooked the corners of her lips, and slowly got up, the half of her face under the light of the brocade gauze suddenly appeared foggy and mottled, really beautiful.

"Are you afraid too?"

she asked with a smile.

Lu Xiaofeng always had a bottle of wine in his hand.

Wu Qun recognized it as the wine she put in the wine cellar when she first arrived.

At the moment, most of it has been drunk.

Lu Xiaofeng shook his head: "I used to be an unmarried man and an unmarried woman, so naturally I'm not afraid."

"But now."

He sighed but said nothing.

Wu Qun bit her lip: "But what now?"

She seemed to insist on him speaking.

Lu Xiaofeng sighed inwardly: "But now that you know that you adore others in your heart, you can't go beyond that."

He said word by word.

The beauty turned paler.

Under the light, the color is more like snow, and the blood on the lips is slowly oozing.

Lu Xiaofeng's eyes sank slightly, he paused for a moment with his outstretched hand, and finally took it back with a wry smile.

"Even you know."

Her voice was soft and seemed a little sad.

Lu Xiaofeng sighed: "Not only I know, but everyone in this world already knows."

"Ximen Chuuxue has an affair with his female disciple."

Wu Qun's fingertips trembled slightly.

"Who said that?"

she asked softly.

Lu Xiaofeng took a sip of wine.

After a long time, he slowly said: "Of the 22 people you killed, two of them were twins. Before the elder brother died, the younger brother sent a letter."

That man naturally knew what it took to ruin a prestigious swordsman.

Most of the letters were foul language.

Unfortunately, at night, someone saw Ximen Chuuxue leaving with the beauty in red in his arms.

Wu Qun lowered her eyebrows and said calmly: "I was injured that day, but you all misunderstood him."

Lu Xiaofeng smiled wryly: "A Qun, no matter what, you shouldn't..."

He stopped before finishing his sentence.

Because he saw her eyes, the look inside was still very moving.But it was like the first time she saw him, she leaned over and said that she wanted to worship Ximen Chuuxue as her teacher-there was no way out.

"If you come to persuade me, you don't have to."

she said softly.

Lu Xiaofeng had already run out of wine.

He is not a soft hearted man.

It's even worse when it comes to women.That's why people in the world always say that Lu Xiaofeng is a prodigal son, and even the biggest gambling house in the capital bets on whether Lu Xiaofeng will stay for a woman.

But now, although he didn't stop for her.

But he still felt soft-hearted for her.

If a man can't do anything with a woman, then he is doomed.

On the road from Saibei to Jiangnan, a carriage was walking slowly among the mountains.

Lu Xiaofeng sat in the car lazily basking in the sun, and on the other side of the car was a girl in a bright red dress.

The girl stared blankly at the withered tree passing by outside the car window, wondering what she was thinking.

"I regret agreeing to you now."

She suddenly sighed and said softly.

Lu Xiaofeng was warm and comfortable, and after hearing her say this, he said, "It's better for you both to separate at this time."

Quietly in the carriage.

The beauty did not speak.

"Ah Qun, Jianghu is far more terrifying than you think."

He looked into her eyes and said.

The sound is cold.

Wu Qun only felt a burning pain from the wound on her shoulder.

She thought of the gossip.

Thinking that he cultivated the way of ruthlessness, he couldn't help but lower his eyebrows slightly.

"I want to drink."

she said suddenly.

Lu Xiaofeng didn't stop her this time, even though she was still injured.

He warmed the wine in his palm and handed it to her.

Wu Qun leaned against the roller blind and drank.

She drank alcohol for the first time, but the capacity for alcohol was very good.

Naturally, Lu Xiaofeng knew about the wine brewed by Ximen Chuuxue himself.Ordinary people are afraid that half a pot will get drunk, but now she drank a pot, and she was only slightly tipsy.

The sky gradually darkened, and soon it was evening.

Wu Qun's heart gradually sank.

At this time, Wang Po should come to deliver the meal. If she knew she was missing, she would definitely tell Ximen Chuuxue, but he still hasn't come.

"anything else?"

Lu Xiaofeng asked.

The beauty turned her head, half of her face reflected the setting sun, which made people's heart ache.

He paused between his fingers, and saw Wu Qun reach out to take the pot of wine.

"Call me tomorrow."

She smiled and said softly.

Lu Xiaofeng nodded.

It was late at night.

The carriage ran quietly among the mountains.

Lu Xiaofeng sighed, and put his coat on the beauty.

She frowned slightly, but still leaned against the warm place.It seemed that the wound was accidentally involved, and fine sweat began to ooze from the forehead.

Such a beauty shouldn't be so restless even when she falls asleep.

The prodigal son in Tsing Yi paused slightly between his fingers, his face a bit complicated.

In Wanmei Villa:

Ximen Chuuxue has practiced sword all night.

The butler stood aside, looking a little hesitant.

"What's the matter?"

The swordsman in white finally stopped.

"Miss, Miss is missing."

Wang Po who was standing behind whispered.

Ximen Chuuxue paused slightly.

But he said: "I know."

His face was pale, and he couldn't even hear the ups and downs in his voice.

The housekeeper and Wang Po looked at each other, and slowly backed away.

Ximen Chuuxue certainly didn't miss their hesitation to speak.

But his face was still pale.

Only then did everyone remember that the person in front of him was a swordsman.

The wine in the cellar was gone.

There are not many people who know the wine cellar of Wanmei Mountain Villa.There are not many people who can steal the wine made by Ximen Chuuxue from thousands of altars of wine.

There will be no one else except Lu Xiaofeng.

He remembered the manuscript with the faint scent of narcissus.

His eyes paused slightly.

Now that there are rumors in the arena suddenly, she is still thinking about it, so it's okay to leave.

Its daybreak.

Wu Qun slept for a full day and night.

When he woke up, the carriage had left Saibei.

She didn't ask if the man came after him, she just asked: "Is there an inn ahead?"

"When you enter the town, you will have it."

Lu Xiaofeng said.

Wu Qun smiled: "That's good."

"I can't wait to take a hot shower."

She frowned again as she spoke: "This smell of alcohol is really uncomfortable."

Lu Xiaofeng also smiled: "The food on the first floor is also good."

He laughed happily.

Wu Qun's heart warmed up.

Xiao Er quickly boiled hot water and came over.

Lu Xiaofeng was eating beef downstairs, listening to the little song, looking very happy.

It turned out that the red dress was dirty.

When Lu Xiaofeng came in, he bought a new one at the cloth workshop.

Fortunately, there is still stock in that workshop, and it is also a water-red skirt.

Wu Qun's hair was still half wet.

The wound on the shoulder had scabbed over the past few days, and now it was soaked in water, and it was slightly itchy.

She stretched out her hand to caress the pink trace, and frowned slightly.

After a long time, he suddenly smiled again.