[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

Just halfway through the banquet, Empress Dugu made an excuse that she was not feeling well.

There was a hint of sarcasm in Sui Emperor's eyes:

"Since the empress is not feeling well, she should take good care of her. I remember that the Chang'an Hall had performed a ritual a few days ago and it was still clean. I will ask the empress to move there tomorrow. It is also to get rid of bad luck."

His tone was light but the maid in return turned pale.

Chang'an Hall used to be the residence of the former imperial concubine, and it was only renovated in the spring of this year.There are often rumors of ghosts inside, so Emperor Sui invited Master Jingzhai to do the magic trick, because it is unlucky after all, but no one has ever lived there.

Yang Jian saw that the maid was not going down, so he couldn't help but smiled softly and said: "This is not a palace that has been illuminated, so why should the queen be sent to the Jingzhai Buddha for cultivation?"

His tone was heavy when he said the last sentence.

Empress Dugu, who was wearing a phoenix robe inside the rolling curtain, trembled at her fingertips, but in the end she crouched down:

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern."

Her words were gentle, but her heart was full of hatred, so she had to call the maidservant to go down together.

Wu Qun sat quietly beside the emperor, seemingly unaware of the undercurrent.She has been in the Sui Palace for eight years, but she has never needed to know so much. The Sui Emperor will give her the favor she wants.

The little princess's eyes were filled with the last innocence of the Sui Palace.

The banquet was at its climax, and the dancers curled down from the drum with their handbells biting their hands.Their status is lowly, and after this dance, they are toasting for fun. If they are favored by high-ranking officials, they will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of their lives.

Song Que calmly brushed away the flattering dancing girl beside him, because the Song dynasty and the Han Dynasty were all Yilie, the bartender arranged for him was also a Han woman, looking gentle and beautiful.

The maid turned pale when she was brushed away, but the flamboyant young man still didn't look at her.

Song Que reached out and took the jug in her hand, poured a glass by himself, and leaned on the long pavilion to play with the wine glass.

He didn't look at anyone, but his graceful posture aroused the hearts of the noble ladies in the palace.

That Martial Lord Bi Xuan who came from Turkic was smiling slowly.

He has an evil and handsome face, but his deep eyes make people feel cold all over his body.

"Since it's Jiji tonight, why don't you see the princess laughing?"

He seemed to be just curious, but it made everyone sweat coldly.

As soon as these words came out, the hall fell silent for an instant.

There are only a few people in the palace who know that the Ninth Princess was born silent, but it is also the most taboo thing in the Sui Palace.It's just that I don't know whether this Turkic Wu Zun is real or fake.

Emperor Wen narrowed his eyes slightly.

The hand that controls the life and death of the world lightly knocked on the table, his face was calm, but those who were close to him knew that the emperor was already angry.

The sound of water drops falling could be clearly heard in the hall.

All the ministers lowered their heads.

The little princess suddenly laughed.

She laughed silently, but her eyes seemed to be filled with starlight, like mist like joy.It made people's hearts soften in an instant.

"You want to hear me talk?"

She reached out and wrote on the gauze screen in front of her.

Bi Xuan frowned slightly: "Dong Khan is so sincere, why can't he be a princess?"

His eyes were wild, but he saw the little princess shook her head slightly.

"I don't like talking."

she wrote again.

This is very willful.

Emperor Wen had a smile in his eyes.

"My princess is a person who is more than [-] people in the Sui Dynasty. Naturally, you don't have to do things you don't like."

His voice was faint, but the majesty of the emperor was clearly revealed.

Bi Xuan's eyes darkened slightly.

His understanding of the status of the unidentified Ninth Princess in the Sui Palace was added to his heart.

He couldn't help laughing and said: "Bi is a rough martial artist, but he doesn't know how to please the princess."

He already took a step back and followed the words of Emperor Sui.

But the little princess with snow skin and peach bun suddenly turned her eyes to him.

Those are very soft eyes.

The eyes are moving, clean and pure like a newborn deer.

Such gazes are the most dangerous for men in high positions.

Wu Qun looked at the bewitching man, and suddenly bent her eyes.

The table full of gold and jade can't compare to that smile.

Stars of bright light gently rippling from the crescent moon, the end is soft and moving.

But when everyone saw her handwriting on the gauze screen clearly, they couldn't help gasping.

Bi Xuanrao raised his eyebrows with interest, and seeing the pretty handwriting on the gauze screen, he seemed to be able to think of the tone of the little princess when she wrote this sentence:

"Come talk to me after you become a Khan."

Song Que paused while drinking, and there was a hint of a smile in his eyes.

All the ministers whispered, but Bi Xuan hooked the corners of his lips: "I like the princess very much."

His eyes were piercingly piercing, making one's mind shocked.

The little princess still had innocent eyes, as if she was not the one who said the earth-shattering words just now.An emperor like her may never know the importance of the country.

But at the banquet, no one cared.

Emperor Sui didn't care, and neither did Bi Xuan.

The bells and drums are beating, and the silk and bamboo are exhausted.

Tens of thousands of households in Luoyang City hang chickens above the Lion Gate, and when the last banquet is heard and the night light fades away, the most honorable princess of the Sui Dynasty has come of age.

There has always been a smile in this palace and a cold talk.

In Chang'an Palace, Empress Dugu sat in front of the dressing table and listened to the sound of Yingying outside the palace, her face was cold.

"Your Majesty, it's too noisy outside, the servants should close the windows."

The maid glanced at the lights and the sky, and said cautiously.

Empress Dugu slightly shook her head:

"He was warning me."

"Ma'am, what do you mean?"

The maid was also surprised.

But I saw the nearly middle-aged woman in phoenix robe caressing the fine lines at the corners of her eyes, her hand had been pierced by the sharp armor, and blood was slowly flowing down the dressing table.

"Do you think Yang Jian will not know my relationship with the Demon Sect?"

"He kept me for another purpose."

Her tone was light, but the maid turned pale: "Then today?"

Since it has been tolerated for a long time, why is it that the empress cannot step down in public today.

She was still a little puzzled, but she didn't dare to ask more questions.

The deserted hall was empty and quiet, and the sound of silk and bamboo outside the window was more like irony.

The woman sitting in front of the mirror had a complicated complexion, but finally she smiled ironically:

"The dragon has reverse scales, if you touch it, you will die, but I don't know how long the Dugu clan can protect me."

There is a family with a deep foundation behind her, if that person hadn't been touched, how could the Sui Emperor deal with her so easily.

The hall was silent.

The night banquet is over, and the city is full of chickens and flowers, but the sky is about to dawn.

Wu Qun sat on jade and drove back to the palace.

She hadn't slept all night and was already a little tired. She rested on her wrist with her eyes half closed, not even realizing that the spring peach blossoms on the branches were blowing all over her body. She didn't open her eyes slightly until the nanny reminded her softly.

There is a layer of mist in those soft eyes, which is really pitiful and lovely.

"Princess, we are here."

The female officer called softly.

Wu Qun quietly lowered her eyes, the people accompanying her had been serving her for a long time, so she naturally knew what was on her mind.

He couldn't help laughing and said, "It's Chen Shi."

The little princess nodded slightly, and let the maid help her out of the carriage.

Yesterday, flowers fell all over the city, especially on the branches of Taixi Palace.As soon as you enter the door, there is a faint peach fragrance refreshing.

Wu Qun frowned.

"Princess, do you think it's too thick?"

Mammy asked in a low voice.

A smile appeared in the serious eyes of the little princess with the peach bun.

Seeing her like this, Mammy knew she had guessed right.

As soon as they entered the palace, the maids following behind immediately began to clean up the falling flowers in the courtyard.

The Ninth Princess has always disliked being watched by others, so few people entered the inner hall separated by layers of clouds and mists.The ladies waited on the grooming and then retreated.

The hall was quiet.

Wu Qun slowly walked behind the curtain.

There was no one in the hall, so she frowned slightly, although the flesh and bones in her wrist had been straightened, but it was painful.A thin layer of sweat slowly broke out on the snowy skin.

Suddenly heard a sigh.

Before Wu Qun could react, she was already hugged in her arms.

The embrace was very cold, and the vermilion official robe slipped down the lotus root arm, with a slight chill.

She quietly lowered her eyebrows, her long eyelashes casting a shadow on the snow.

"A Qun is always so cute."

Yu Wenhuaji smiled lightly.

He has an extremely handsome appearance, with a romantic look between his brows, and the slight squinting of his phoenix eyes has caused countless women to lose their souls.

The little princess was indifferent.

She let the man hug her, but turned her head slightly to look at the peach tree outside the window.

There were fewer fallen flowers on the peach trees that were originally clustered, and the maids were still cleaning.

The young man in the official robe of vermilion also looked out the window, he only took one look and then looked away.Playing with the beautiful peach bun of the beauty in her arms quite playfully.

The raven-feather-like black hair fell down along the pink belt, and slid across the little princess's snow-white cheeks like a crescent moon.

Wu Qun's long eyelashes flickered slightly, and the person behind her smiled and said: "The princess is so ruthless."

People in this world who she likes will hold it with both hands, but the wayward little princess never knows how to cherish it after getting it.

The peach trees all over the city were planted by him in March, just to congratulate her on her birthday.But the little princess who loves the new and hates the old doesn't like it anymore.

Yu Wenhua and Fengyan narrowed their eyes slightly, recalling the red marks on their wrists they saw at night and couldn't help but sigh.

He had already squatted down, but his fingertips were held down by a hand as white as jade.

Wu Qun slowly opened her eyes.

The brilliance in those eyes is still very moving, but with a soft prayer.

Yu Wenhuaji softened his heart for her many times.

But this time he didn't.

He just chuckled, and slowly and firmly peeled off the snow-white shoes and socks.

There are bright red fingerprints on the wrist, which is glamorous and moving.

Wu Qun shrank her fingertips, and the pink and tender little Jia'er curled up, looking pitifully tight.

The young man in the vermilion official robe sighed slightly, his fingers were very cold, and he brushed lightly on the bright red fingerprints.

"who is it?"

His tone was cold, but he seemed to be smiling.

But Wu Qun knew that he was really angry.

The snowy wrist held by that person couldn't move, and the red and swollen area was slightly itchy.

The tip of her nose was already sweating a little, and she was charming and moving under the melting sunlight.

The inside of the hall was so quiet that the aloes were burning, as if separated by a layer of thick fog.

I couldn't see clearly the expression of the young man in the vermilion official robe.

Yu Wenhua frowned slightly, but finally smiled lightly: "A Qun is ready to marry."

This is the second time he said this today.

Wu Qun quietly lowered her eyebrows, her pink lips were bitten and moved.

The sun has set.

It illuminated the huge Sui Palace in red.

Song Que and Emperor Wen sat on a high platform to play chess.

After a game of chess fell, Emperor Wen's eyes flashed with admiration.

"I haven't been so calm when I'm your age."

Emperor Wen slowly dropped the white piece in his hand.

The chessboard is already in a state of siege, but it is not a game of death.

Song Que didn't move anymore.

Because he knew that the chess game should stop here.

The setting sun shines brightly on the glazed jade tiles, reflecting the nine-fold high platform that is unattainable.

Emperor Wen looked at the opposite Yulou and sighed slightly: "This Jingmagpie Terrace was built by me a year ago."

Song Que paused for a moment with his fingertips, and then he heard the emperor laughing and said, "There are three high towers made of gold and silver, and many people in the palace want to see the beauty of picking the moon, but since it was completed, A Qun only went up two Second-rate."

"One time was when the Shocking Magpie Terrace was first formed."

"The second time is when Song Qing enters the palace."

Emperor Sui turned his head to look at the young man with cold eyebrows and narrowed his eyes slightly.

His tone was half a smile but not a smile, but he made all the attendants bow down to the ground in an instant.

This is already the might of an emperor.

Song Que's face remained unchanged, and he said calmly: "When the magpies are startled by the high platform, when can't we enjoy the moon."

His words are also bold.

Yang Jian chuckled: "Song Qing is not afraid of angering me."

He didn't pause with his fingertips, but he had already poured a glass of wine.

Can Hong was shaken into the cup, looking shocking.

Emperor Sui glanced playfully at the direction of Chang'an Hall, and suddenly said:

"The nine princesses will not marry Turks."

Song Que narrowed his eyes slightly, but saw that the seemingly flamboyant emperor in front of him had left.

In the twilight, there seemed to be a slow bell, which made the young lord's eyes darken.

'She will not marry a Turk, because no one in this world can give her more honor than me. '

He rescued her from the dark tomb, how could he be willing to let her suffer again.

Song Que's hand holding the knife tightened.