[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

City Lord's Mansion:

Ye Gucheng frowned slightly, and put down the letter in his hand with a cold expression.This letter was intended to be mailed half a year ago.But it has been delayed so far due to some chores.

The cold swordsman in white lightly tapped the envelope with his fingertips. Thinking of the recent rumors about Wanmei Villa in the Jianghu, he hesitated for a while, but put the letter on the candlestick next to the case.

It was already night, and it was supposed to be the dead of night, when the trees were quiet and the crows were quiet, but there was no one in the city lord's mansion who was asleep.

Outside the window, the cold moon shines in the courtyard.

The swordsman in white walked with his crown on, and walked towards the room along the accumulating frost.

The son of Prince Nan was assassinated and his arm was broken, so all plans had to be suspended.They originally planned to exchange the civet cat for the prince, but now that the civet cat is missing a claw, naturally it can't pretend to be the prince.

Ye Gucheng thought of the cold sword intent on the wound when Prince Nan came back today, his eyes were slightly cold.

The wound was neatly cut without giving anyone a chance to resist, so he must be a master of sword.A personal name had already flashed in Ye Gucheng's mind, but it never coincided with that sword.

The study was not far from the courtyard, but Ye Gucheng suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Because he saw the petals, the snow-colored leaves meandering down along the moonlight, and they actually spread to the tree.

He doesn't like things like incense powder, so there are no flowers in this city lord's mansion except for vines, but now there are more flowers and leaves in this courtyard, spreading all over the ground.

The leaves are like hibiscus and more like narcissus, which is a beautiful sight.

"When the flowers are beautiful and the moon is full, it is the time to appreciate it. The city owner also has a sense of elegance."

A voice came faintly from the tree.

That voice is very moving, just like the sound of snow breaking in Kunlun, which makes people feel a little relieved.

But Ye Gucheng frowned slowly, because anyone who was invited to watch the moon by someone who suddenly appeared in his courtyard would frowned.

Perhaps the man should be thankful that he has not drawn his sword yet.

Ye Gucheng said lightly: "Why did you come here uninvited?"

His tone was cold, but the man on the tree didn't care.

She just sat on the treetop and swayed her ankles.

The crisp bells rang under the frosty moon.

"I'm looking for a pair of shoes."

She smiled again as she spoke, and said softly, "I heard that the best embroidered lady in Baiyun City is in the City Lord's Mansion."

Ye Gucheng frowned slightly.

The man on the tree was indeed not wearing shoes, his snow-colored wrists were shaking slightly, as if jade fat had condensed under the moonlight, it was astonishingly beautiful.

Wu Qun turned her head slowly: "Can the city lord borrow a pair from my concubine?"

She is indeed a beauty.

Even though Ye Gucheng is not interested in beauty, he has to admit it.

But he was not attracted by that soul-stirring face.He looked at the hands that were playing with the snow leaves.

The hand was white and slender.The weak knuckles seem to be clasped on a man's heart, which makes people feel pity.But Ye Gucheng had an inexplicable intuition—that was a pair of hands holding a sword.

At least, those hands would not be as harmless as her face.

"The girl shouldn't be here at this time."

Ye Gucheng said lightly.

He wears a high crane feather crown. Although he is a swordsman, he has the cool look of a lone owl, and the cold stars in his eyes are like flying immortals.It's rare to see such a person with such a high demeanor.

Wu Qun sighed.

"Does the city lord know the word pity the fragrance and cherish the jade?"

Her words were faint, but just as the sound of broken snow came, she jumped down the treetops like a crane.

Ye Gucheng could only smell the cold scent of narcissus, but there was already one more person under the white crane's command.

Baiyun City is like spring all the year round, so there is no need to add clothes in this season, but Ye Gucheng is wearing a cold crane feather, and his lips seem to be covered with a layer of ice and snow.

"The city lord is injured."

The beauty Furong smiled lightly.

Of course she guessed it.

Ye Gucheng did not deny it either.

He just said indifferently: "Although I was injured, the sword in my hand is not slow."

There was a coldness in his eyes when he said this.

But the beauty didn't seem to hear it.

She didn't wear shoes on her feet, and the vermilion red danko lightly stepped on the drooping crane's head, reflecting the clear moonlight, making it even more attractive.

"The city wants to draw the sword?"

She closed her eyes slightly, and her eye feathers fell like frost and snow.

The jade-colored fingertips lightly pressed on the sword-holding hand of the Hehui swordsman.

Ye Gucheng's eyes darkened: "Perhaps you shouldn't ask this question again."

There seemed to be a smile on the corner of his lips, but that smile was very cold.

The sword has been shot.

It might just be an ordinary strike, but it was a swift strike.

Chill in the moonlight.

Shen Yezhong only heard a soft sigh, and the beauty was forced back a long way by the sword intent.

But there was no panic on her face, those frail hands gently grasped Jianren: "You want to chop me off like I chopped off the prince?"

Although she spoke softly and begged for mercy, there was still a smile in her eyes.

"It's you."

The cold-clothed swordsman finally stopped his sword.

His eyes were heavy, and he was actually a little dangerous at this moment.

Wu Qun turned sideways and gently pressed her lips on the edge of the sword, and Tangli Rouge cast a touch of vermilion on the cold blade: "I just chopped off one of his arms."

"He said that his swordsmanship is very good, but in my opinion, he is not as good as one of the city masters."

She looked at the tip of the sword on her neck, meaning something.

Ye Gucheng frowned coldly: "You are indeed good."

He didn't know if he was talking about the fact that she broke the arm of Prince Nan, or that she dared to come to the City Lord's Mansion openly tonight.

The snow-clothed beauty smiled lightly and shook her head: "Ah Qun just wanted to find a pair of shoes."

The moon has been hidden in the dark clouds, and it looks like it is about to change the sky.

The strong wind blew the grass and trees in the yard, and the frost and snow leaves brushed the sleeves.

Wu Qun sighed softly, Dan Kou, who was stepping on the crane's head, moved slightly, and after the heavy wind passed, the person had disappeared.

It seems that the sound of Qingming can still be heard in the courtyard, only the silver bell on the wrist quietly moves slightly on the feather coat.

Ye Gucheng narrowed his eyes slightly, but he had already withdrawn his sword.

The city lord's mansion fell silent for an instant.

The day is getting brighter.

Fishermen are carrying freshly caught seafood to the market.

The second floor of Tianxiang Building.

Wu Qun looked downstairs with interest: "What is he selling?"

The boss standing beside him immediately put on a smile: "This is the homemade shrimp honey made by the fishermen. It is wrapped in candied fruit, which is also good."

Wu Qun nodded, and saw the young man in white throwing silver coins downstairs.

The boss immediately understood: "You two wait a moment, I will go to remind you right away."

When he left, he couldn't help but glanced at the beauty sitting quietly by the window, feeling a little bit reluctant in his heart.

Gong Jiu's hand shaking the fan paused slightly.

"Do you like sweets?"

He frowned as he spoke, obviously not interested in the candied fruit.

Wu Qun nodded: "The honey brewed in spring must be good at this time."

The ends of her eyes were relaxed, as if thinking of the sweetness in the honey, she actually took on a pinkish color, she looked really moving.

Gong Jiu glanced at it twice, and then put her gaze on the letter in her hand.

Of course the letter was not his.

Last night, taking advantage of Ah Qun to drag Ye Gucheng, he sneaked into the darkroom of that man's study and stole this.

The secret deal between Nanwang and Baiyun City.

He thought of the eldest son who had broken his hand, and smiled gloatingly.

"Ah Qun, I'm afraid we will run for our lives."

Although he said this in his words, there was some excitement on his face.

The shrimp honey was already on the way.

The snow-clothed beauty slightly licked the corner of her lips: "What did you do again?"

Gong Jiu smiled and handed over the letter: "I never thought that there would be such a big secret in the City Lord's Mansion."

Wu Qun also saw it, and smiled lightly: "It's a good idea."

The two of them exchanged a word here, but they didn't know that the city lord's mansion had caused an uproar.

Ye Gucheng looked at the empty dark pavilion and narrowed his eyes slightly.

There are a total of nine letters in it, all of which were written between him and Nan Wang, but now they are all missing.There are many plots in that letter, if it is handed over to the court...

His eyes turned cold when he thought of this.

Last night, it seemed that someone dragged him specially, but the real purpose of that person was these nine secret letters.

"Ye San, go and find out the background of that woman."

Ye Gucheng tapped on the table and said lightly.

A voice in the dark responded, and quickly disappeared.

At this moment, there were two light knocks on the door.

"What's the matter?"

The man with the feather crown of Hehui asked in a low voice.

The housekeeper hesitated slightly: "The prince of the Southern Prince is awake."

Ye Gucheng Senhan's fingertips moved slightly: "Got it."

Although this son is useless, but after all, he had a conversation with King Nan, so he must go and see.

The originally arrogant son was lying on the bed with a sallow complexion, blood was still oozing from his shoulder.

Hearing the footsteps outside the door, his eyes rolled slightly.

"Master is here."

He said harshly.

Ye Gucheng nodded: "Do you know who hurt you?"

A trace of hostility flashed in Nan Wang Shizi's eyes.

"A very beautiful woman in white."

he whispered.

When Ye Gucheng thought of the barefoot beauty last night, he already had some calculations in his heart.

There was a moment of silence in the air.

The maid brought over the medicine bowl and fed him to drink with her own hands.There is a soft fragrance on her body, which smells good.Usually, when this woman was so close, he always refused to refuse her, but today when he was feeding the medicine, he suddenly lost his temper.

He overturned the medicine bowl to the ground.

The maid's expression changed instantly, and she knelt down on the ground trembling.

She looks weak and this posture should be pity.

Shizi frowned, and suddenly sneered: "Come here, pull this bitch down."

The beautiful maid was dragged away before she realized what she did wrong.

The steward at the side frowned secretly: Normally, it's fine, but now that son just broke his arm, and it's the time when his heart is violent, this maidservant didn't know that she had other thoughts, and now she deserves it.

Nan Wang's son turned around after disposing of the maidservant, and smiled wryly at the white-clothed swordsman: "Master is laughing."

Ye Gucheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and said coldly: "You take care of yourself, Baiyuncheng will give Nanwangfu an explanation."

He came here just to visit, so he was leaving now.

Prince Nan's son narrowed his eyes slightly, and when the swordsman was about to go out, he suddenly said, "If master catches that woman, can you hand it over to me?"

"Teacher wants to handle it personally."

Ye Gucheng's footsteps paused slightly, and he didn't say whether to answer or not.Just said: "Go and reheat a bowl of medicine for the son."

The butler responded.

After the two left, Prince Nan's complexion suddenly became gloomy.

With one kick, he kicked away the maidservant who was waiting next to him.

"What a Ye Gucheng!"

The man sneered.

The sky gradually faded.

"Did you say he would come in person?"

The beauty in snow was lying on the window and asked quietly.

The young master who was shaking the folding fan chuckled: "Maybe."

His eyes were casual, and Wu Qun also smiled.

She narrowed her eyes slightly: "I really want to know which one is more powerful, the Flying Immortal from the Sky or Yijian Xilai~"

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the snowy eyebrows, which seemed to be curling up like jade-colored smoke.

Gong Jiu glanced at the sky, slightly hooked the corners of her lips: "I will know."

The dockside has already closed the city.

Ye Gucheng looked at the silver bell in his hand with cold eyes.