[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

The sky will be bright.

The branches in the Sui Palace were silent.

It just rained heavily last night, and the fallen flowers in the courtyard were all wet in the soil, looking very delicate.

Wu Qun slightly opened her eyes, she slept too late last night, and at this moment there was still some dull pain on her forehead.

She frowned slightly, and then a female officer came forward and pressed gently.

"Is this better?"

Jian Jia is a woman of traditional Chinese medicine in the palace, and she was transferred to this Taixi Palace to serve the nine princesses years ago.Because of this relationship, even the father and brother have doubled their future.

As long as it is an errand for the ninth princess in this palace, it is a good job, but if it is not done well, it will also lose its head.

Seeing the little princess nodding slightly, Jian Jia couldn't help smiling.

Although the ninth princess was silent, her temperament was much gentler than that of many nobles in the palace.

The rain beat the bead curtains outside the window, and the peach fragrance mixed with the fresh air of the soil was pleasant.

Wu Qun bent the corners of her lips, and slightly relaxed her frown.

Those crescent-like eyes seem to be full of morning dew, which makes people can't help but smile along with them.

Jian Jia paused for a moment with her fingertips, and then she saw the nanny walking in hastily from the main hall through the window.

In the hall, the aloes were quietly scattered, but no one spoke.

The nanny knelt behind the beaded curtain, and waited for the little princess to get up and wash before saying:

"That..."

She hesitated in her tone, and seeing that Wu Qun was not surprised, she continued:

"The Turkic Martial Venerable asked to see the princess."

The agarwood has been burned out, and Jianjia's bun has been tied up.

The pink peach belt further complements the beauty's snowy face, and the long eyelashes cast a shadow on Qiongzhu like a small fan.

Wu Qun raised her hands and didn't speak, but looked out of the window from a distance.

It was a touching look, soft and sad.

Mammy regretted that she had asked this question, which made Princess Ping a little bit annoyed.

"Why don't you let Mammy resign from that Turkic man?"

Seeing the little princess frowning slightly, Jian Jia couldn't help saying in a low voice.

But Wu Qun shook her head lightly.

There was a lot of spring rain on the branches, and the startled magpie also returned to the nest, and a smile finally appeared on the face of the pink princess.

Bi Xuan waited outside the door for a long time.

He led the tall horse and stood in front of the jade steps.

The red and brown BMW was as powerful as it was when it came, but now seeing the little princess carved in pink and jade, she couldn't bear to rub it up.

She was born delicate and soft, and was tickled by the horse's head-down rubbing against the thin neck, so she had to reach out and hug it.

Bi Xuan raised his eyebrows slightly: "Alba is close to the princess."

His tone was casual and not as aggressive as last night. Wu Qun turned her head slightly, and saw the handsome young warrior leaning on the tree trunk and looking at her. His thin body was like the most dangerous leopard on the grassland.

The little princess blinked, but smiled.

"It's called Alba?"

She stretched out her finger to write on the horseback.

Ma'er breathed out his nostrils, and rubbed the pink peach bun affectionately.

There was also a hint of a smile in Bi Xuan's eyes: "Alba means brave in the grassland, and this horse has accompanied me through life and death for many years."

He stretched out his hand and patted the horse's head, with a rare gentle tone.

Wu Qun looked at him sideways, clean and soft like a star deer:

"You are also a brave man."

This time she did not write on horseback, but spread out the palm of the man and wrote word by word.

Bi Xuan has practiced martial arts all year round, and his palms are thick with calluses.There was a slight itchiness between the fingertips rubbing against each other.

The snow-white fingers seemed to have been completely wrapped by the big bronze hand, which looked ambiguous in the morning light.

After she finished writing, she quickly retracted her hand and looked at him with a smile in her eyes.

Bi Xuan's eyes dimmed, but he said with a smile:

"I thought the princess would hate Bi."

He was talking about what happened last night.

Wu Qun paused with her fingertips, and shook her head slightly:

"I can't speak."

She reached out and wrote again.

The delicate touch of the palm is astringent and cool.

What she said was no, but it was different from the answer at last night's banquet.

Those soft eyes were slightly closed, as if a little sad.

Bi Xuan's heart moved, but he reached out and gently rubbed the drooping bun.

It was the first time for him to be so intimate with a person, so his movements were inevitably a little stiff, but it made the little princess laugh out of tears.

"You're not at all what I thought."

She blinked, Bi Xuan seemed to have understood the meaning in her eyes after all, couldn't help raising her eyebrows slightly:

"What does Bi Xuan look like in your eyes?"

He has been around for many years, whether it is the name of Cheng Wuzun, a famous scholar in the bloody battle, or returning to Turkic as the Eastern General, he has never cared about other people's eyes, but now he is asking in front of a little girl.

Wu Qun thought about it, but she blinked and smiled:

"About a tiger and a wolf."

Her soft and delicate hands were wrapped in big bronze-colored palms. Bi Xuansi could not help but raise his eyebrows because of his delicate touch.

"The princess is still young, so I'm afraid she doesn't know what tigers and wolves mean."

There was a raging smile in his eyes, the little princess was slightly taken aback, but she finally came to her senses.

The snowy skin seemed to have a peach color, and even the lightly curved arcs at the end of the eyes were shining and moving.

Wu Qun slightly rolled her eyes and was about to take out her hand, but was firmly held by the man.

Can't help being more shy.

It was a very touching gesture.

Bi Xuanlang laughed but let go of his iron-like hands.

After all, those flowers are delicate and delicate, it would be bad if they really angered her.

Wu Qun rubbed her wrist and turned her back slightly, the intention of seeing off the guest was obvious.

Morning light.

The pink peach shirt looks even more charming when it is pasted on the snow-colored fat jade.

Bi Xuan's eyes darkened slightly, but he smiled and said:

"The princess is ready to marry, so I will know these things in the future."

The little princess ignored him, she turned her face slightly and lowered her eyes.

The courtyard was quiet, and the maids had already been sent aside.

The petals on the branches were blown by the wind and fell on the long eyelashes, as if covered with a layer of fragrance.

The robed warrior sighed:

"I'm leaving."

At this moment, his tone finally returned to his previous appearance.

Wu Qun hesitated for a while and turned around slowly, but saw that Bi Xuan had got on the horse and was looking down at her at the moment.

"I really have to go."

His tone seemed to be smiling.

The little princess blinked, but lowered her eyes.

After the rain last night, it is inevitable to be cold today.

The rustling spring breeze blows the thin clothes, as if the peach blossoms in Luoyang were all gone that day.

Wu Qun bowed slightly.

For some reason, Bi Xuan thought of her witty and unintentional words that night:

'Come talk to me when you're a Khan. '

Can't help laughing loudly.

The respected Wu Zun has already whipped his horse and left, leaping wantonly out of the heavy palace wall just like when he came.

Wu Qun slightly raised the corners of her lips.

She smiled innocently and touchingly, and Jian Jia, who appeared at the side who didn't know when, silently put a snow-colored cloak on the shoulders of the beauty.

"Look, it will rain again."

she whispered.

The little princess nodded slightly, and let her help her into the palace.

Outside Luoyang City.

Lights and raindrops are scattered on the boat, and it is actually a shadow when viewed from a distance.

A handsome man stood on the bow of the boat with his hands behind his back, looking at the tall buildings in the city, wondering what he was thinking.

"Master Pei, why don't you go in and drink?"

Suddenly there was an extra hand behind his back, Pei Ju frowned slightly, but when he turned around, his chills subsided: "It's too much to drink, but I'm already a little drunk."

Dugufeng smiled and said: "Lord Pei is the first time in Luoyang, but it's not good to drink too much."

Although this young talent is rare, he doesn't need Dugu Clan to win him over.But Pei Ju was born in the Pei family.Behind is also not to be underestimated.

Dugu Feng thought of the news that came from the palace a few days ago, his eyes flickered slightly.

At this moment, the accompanying singer wrapped her arms around the man's arm obsessively.

Pei Ju showed embarrassment, but Dugufeng laughed and said:

"Master Pei just came out for a while, and I didn't expect Master Du to be so reluctant."

"How come we haven't seen such enthusiasm for our regular customers in the past."

Du Zhi laughed lightly, holding the man's hand but did not let go:

"The Lord Dugu also said that he is a frequent visitor."

While she was talking, she put a sticker on the man again.

Pei Ju frowned imperceptibly.

But they let the two of them sing and draw into the singing and dancing of the painting boat.

Thirty wine cups are over.

All the dancers in the boat have retreated.

Dugu Feng took a sip of wine, and suddenly said: "Is there any clue about Mr. Pei's report to the palace?"

He seemed to be just asking casually.

Pei Ju's hand shaking the wine glass paused: "Not yet."

He sat in the shadow with no expression on his face.Dugufeng narrowed his eyes slightly: "I have a good job here, I wonder if Mr. Pei is willing?"

It was obvious what he meant to win over, Pei Ju didn't reply.

Dugufeng didn't mind either.

Just looking at Fang Wai Jiang Xin said leisurely: "The Nine Princesses are still short of a Tutor. Your Majesty has been looking for it for a long time. I think Mr. Pei may be competent."

This errand was originally a hot topic, but Yu Wenhua made a hindrance, so far no one has filled the vacancy.

Pei Ju narrowed his eyes slightly: "I'm afraid that Pei is not talented enough to do the job."

His tone was calm but Dugu Fenggao took a look.

A young man who has just entered Luoyang as an official does not want to climb up to the Ninth Princess.

This Pei's Zhilan is not in vain.

Dugufeng chuckled and slowly lowered his glass: "It's very good that you are doing this."

He didn't understand the meaning, but it seemed to have a deeper meaning after thinking about it.

Pei Ju quietly poured a glass of wine and looked at the bright lights on the shore.

In April of the ninth year of Emperor Sui.

Kaiwen selects talents from all over the world.

The children of the aristocratic family should also be called to Luoyang to report on their duties.

In the palace:

The Sui Emperor sat on the dragon chair with his hands extended, tapping on the half-rose jade ring with his hand.

He seemed impatient, half-closed his eyes indifferently.

The accompanying eunuch glanced at the trembling young man kneeling in the hall and frowned slightly:

"His Majesty?"

Today, the talented people in the palace are all here for the position of the nine princesses' tutors, but they are so incompetent that they didn't expect it.

Emperor Sui waved his hand lightly, and Gao Yu knew the meaning:

"next."

The young man named Wen Chang sighed in his heart, but he bent down and slowly retreated.

They were scholars from a poor family who were selected for the imperial examination and entered Luoyang to meet the emperor to report on their duties, but they didn't want to be involved in the matter of the nine princesses' selection of the Taifu.

At this time, an adult princess is selecting the Taifu, which shows the prosperity of Long Chong.

The young man didn't find it strange to think of the world-famous Jingque Terrace.

Seeing him come out, the people waiting outside the hall did not know whether they were relieved or raised their hearts.

In just one hour, 30 people had already left.

Just don't know who's next.

Pei Ju frowned slightly, standing among a group of scholars, the handsome man in Tsing Yi looked like a celebrity.

Gao Yu's eyes moved slightly: "But Qinghe Pei?"

The celebrity in Tsing Yi nodded slightly, his demeanor and demeanor were all top-grade.

A smile appeared on Gao Yu's face:

"Young master and old slave, come."

After the two left, the scholars immediately started talking.

"It's actually a disciple of the Pei family, no wonder."

A young man in cold clothes said enviously.

"What's the background of this Pei family?"

The people next to him didn't understand.

The cold youth sighed: "You can tell that he is extraordinary just by watching the Dugu Clan host a banquet in Jiangxin on the first day he came to Luoyang."

As soon as these words came out, the chief steward outside the palace snorted coldly.Everyone didn't dare to say much at once, but they were all curious about the young man named Pei Ju.

After Gao Yu entered the palace, he withdrew.

Only Emperor Sui and Pei Ju were left in the hall.

Ambergris burns quietly.

Emperor Sui looked at the young man in the palace with deep eyes, and suddenly smiled and said:

"It really lives up to Pei's jade tree."

That young man has handsome features, and his elegance is even rarer, but he is more romantic and determined than ordinary children from aristocratic families.

Pei Ju lowered his eyes faintly: "Your Majesty's absurd praise."

He didn't talk much, and he didn't congratulate him.

Emperor Sui nodded his head slightly: "I heard that Dugu Peak recommended you strongly."

The emperor's tone seemed to be a smile but not a smile, but Pei Ju didn't seem to understand, he just said: "Lord Dugu just met the humble minister earlier than His Majesty."

This self-confidence made Sui Emperor admire:

"You are very good."

The sky gradually dimmed, and the setting sun fell on the glazed tile palace wall, reflecting a piece of residual red.

Pei Ju was led by Gao Yu and slowly came out of the palace, while carefully remembering the preferences of the nine princesses.

Through the clumps of peach groves is the Taixi Palace.

The Yusheng Tower is the most prosperous place in the Sui Palace.

Pei Ju's eyes paused, and he saw Gao Yu sweeping his whisk:

"The Ninth Princess wants to see the Lord early today, so the old slave will not bother her."

The young Taifu nodded lightly, and turned to look at the Huihe palace gate in front of him after the figure from his back disappeared.

The emperor's intentions are already obvious, the selection of the Taifu at this time is just to tell everyone that the nine princesses have no intention of discussing marriage.It can be regarded as rebuffing the Turkic Khan's previous words.

Pei Ju frowned slightly, and was led into the inner hall by the female officer.

The little princess in pink and snow-skinned was sitting by the window painting.

The soft eyes stared at the drawing paper seriously.

What she painted were peach blossoms outside the courtyard, with vines and leaves, extravagant and extravagant.

The hall is quiet, only agarwood is left.

Pei Ju didn't speak, just sat casually and flipped through a book.

The calm and unrestrained posture made the female officials in the palace blush.

Wu Qun never raised her head, just lowered her head and concentrated on painting.

The snow-colored little armor reflected on Shen Shen's pen is really beautiful.

The peach blossoms on the branches are falling, and the two of them are harmonious while reading a book and painting.

The breeze was blowing against the window, but Pei Ju's hand turning over the book suddenly stopped.

Wu Qun bent her lips, and reached out to take the book from the young master's hand.

Pei Ju frowned slightly, and saw the little princess put her hand into his.

She didn't seem to feel that there was anything wrong with this, she stretched out her hand and pulled the Taifu to the desk.

The painting was roughly completed, but the little princess still frowned a little dissatisfied.

She stuffed the pen holder into the hand of the handsome young man beside her, and blinked lightly.

"Princess, do you want Wei Chen to draw the roots under the tree?"

Pei Ju said softly.

Wu Qun nodded, her eyes were curved like crescent moons, and there were pleats of starlight in them.

Pei Ju also smiled.

With the vermilion brush in your hand, the root of the root has been drawn.

He put the pen holder back on the desk, and saw that the little princess in the pink shirt and peach bun had reached out and picked up the drawing paper, looking at it fondly.

The afterglow of the setting sun falling on the red lips of Qiongyu is touching for no reason.

Wu Qun looked at it for a while and beckoned slightly for someone to inlay the new painting on the bi.

He turned his head and looked at the handsome man in front of him.

"What's your name?"

She spread out the rice paper and wrote the lines again.

The handwriting is also as cute as the person.

The young Tai Tu's eyes paused for a moment, but he stretched out his hand to hold the hand of the little princess who hadn't had time to take it back, and wrote on the paper like a frightened bird: Pei Ju.

Just two words are unspeakable romantic wantonness.

Wu Qun's neck was slightly pink.

But he didn't see the deep smile of the young man behind him.