[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

It rained heavily last night, and even the bird's nest on the branch of the peach tree was knocked to the ground.

When I wake up to clean in the morning, I can't help but feel sad.

Empress Dugu passed away, which was the most important matter in the palace.

The female officials had already changed into plain white clothes, and lowered their eyes to listen to the wind direction outside.

When Princess Jiu was sent back last night, she got wet in the rain and developed a high fever.

The little face was flushed, looking pitiful.

It was Your Majesty who summoned Princess Nine, but it was Mrs. Pei who sent her back.Even though everyone had doubts in their hearts, they did not dare to ask at this time.

It is always right to say less on the cusp.

Jian Jia went to the small kitchen to make medicine. Today, she was going to invite the imperial physician, but was stopped by Taifu Pei.

"There's a big funeral in the palace. It's better to have less trouble at this time."

Pei Ju raised his eyebrows slightly and said lightly.

Jian Jia paused with her fingertips, and looked at the little princess curled up in a ball with some hesitation.

But he saw that Tsing Yi Taifu took out a prescription from his sleeve:

"According to this prescription, it's good to catch it. The thunder is loud at night, and the princess is frightened, so it's inevitable that she will be uneasy."

The sky was dark outside the window, Jian Jia glanced at the powder ball, gritted her teeth and stepped back.

The rain hasn't stopped.

Drizzling down the eaves.

The little princess didn't sleep well, even her brows were slightly frowned, and her long eyelashes cast a shadow on her snow-white face.

Pei Ju stretched out his hand to caress the smoky and soft eyebrows.

Thinking of what happened last night, he suddenly chuckled:

"Ah Qun, you are really a villain."

His words were intentional or unintentional, but they couldn't help but give people a chill.

King Jin summoned him as soon as he returned to the East Palace yesterday.

But it had already been expected that Emperor Sui would attack tonight.

No, as long as he comes back, the man in power will always feel a crisis.

Yang Guang narrowed his eyes slightly:

"Should this king call Taifu Pei Ju, or?"

"Shi Zhixuan?"

He paused, and slowly put the spirits in the glass on the table, with a careless expression.

The young Taifu raised his eyebrows slightly, but his expression remained unchanged:

"The Ninth Princess calls the humble minister Pei Ju, and the humble minister is Pei Ju."

He has the aura of aristocratic orchids and jade trees in his own family, and at this moment, he is also a little crazy.

Yang Guang gently shook the wine in the cup:

"It seems that the disciples sent by Hua Jian are used to talking."

The tone was wanton and unscrupulous, but no emotion could be heard.

Pei Ju chuckled lightly:

"There are so many fans around King Jin, why bother to come to Tangtang for this muddy water."

Both of them are extremely intelligent people, so they naturally understood the meaning of these words.

Yang Guang paused for a moment with his hand clinging to the wine glass, and looked back with a half-smile:

"There is no pink powder around me, only skeletons."

The maid of honor has already knelt down shyly.

The most indispensable thing in this East Palace is the dead.

Pei Ju glanced at the court lady, her gaze was light:

"It seems that King Jin has long been prepared."

As soon as he finished speaking, there were more figures outside the screen.

"Your Highness, Princess Ninth has been taken to Jingque Terrace."

The voice was dry and harsh, but the meaning behind the words made Pei Ju narrow his eyes slightly.

Yang Guang sneered, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

He also has a bit of madness at the moment, which makes people feel horrified.

The hall was quiet.

The messenger has gone down.

The night rain poured heavily into the cold courtyard, making the bamboo leaves rustle.

Pei Ju tapped his knuckles on the side of the desk and waited.

The Sui Emperor's move is bound to succeed, and he has already calculated everything.If the current plan is to prevent...

There was a hint of a smile in the man's eyes, and he looked playfully at the man holding a pot of wine in front of the hall.

Yang Guang's knuckles holding the jug turned white, and veins burst out on his back.

The color of prey is almost overflowing in the eyes.

With a sound of "snap", the man with a disheveled crown finally threw the jug on the ground.

The rain outside the window was getting heavier.

Yang Guang suddenly sneered:

"Queen Dugu Tonight"

He stared at the Tsing Yi Tai Fu in front of him with cold eyes, and said word by word:

"It's gone."

The court lady kneeling in front of the hall was so frightened that she fainted.

Pei Ju has stood up.

He flicked his cuffs and walked outside the hall.

His posture is elegant and elegant, but it doesn't match the gloomy sky.

Yang Guang stood behind the screen with his hands behind his back, and he heard the young Taifu chuckle and say:

"Thank you, Your Highness."

His words seemed unintentional.

But Yang Guang's eyes were cold, and he sneered lightly for a long time:

"Who will perfect who is unknown."

It has been twelve hours since Empress Dugu died of illness.

Taixi Palace was quiet, even the sound of drizzle falling down the steps was heard carefully.

Wu Qun slowly opened her eyes, and saw a hand with slender knuckles slipping down from the corner of her eyes.

The warmth of the fingertips made people frown slightly.

"Master."

She opened her mouth, but couldn't make a sound, her eyes were soft and pitiful.

Pei Ju sighed: "The princess has been in a coma for a whole day."

At this moment, the sky has darkened, and even the rain is less.

Wu Qun looked out the window, and the palace was completely white.It is very different from singing, singing, singing and dancing a few days ago.

She looked at it and suddenly smiled.

Mingming's complexion was still snow-white, but his eyes were as bright as the moon when he smiled, full and moving.

"It was Taifu who saved me."

She wrote word by word in the man's mouth.

The fingertips were cool and itchy, but they were also very attractive.

Pei Ju grabbed the troublemaker's hand, his eyes sank, but he smiled and said:

"The princess hopes that it was Pei who saved you."

He neither admitted nor denied, but said that she hoped that he saved the nine princesses.

The man's eyes seemed to be smiling, but he had guessed what the little princess was thinking.

If King Jin did not agree, no one would be able to kill Empress Dugu.

After all, she didn't want him to bear the crime of killing his mother again.

Wu Qun lowered her gaze quietly, but heard a chuckle:

"It was Pei who saved the princess."

Even if she was deceiving herself and others, there would always be people in this world who would follow her words.

Pei Ju lightly picked up her fingertips, raised Ruyu's cheek and gently stroked it.

A prodigal son like him who plays among the flowers is rarely so serious.

The little princess tilted her head slightly.

It was drizzling outside the window, and people couldn't help but cast a layer of haze on their hearts.

Emperor Sui has not spoken yet, but once this layer of window paper is pierced...

The long eyelashes trembled like a small fan, Wu Qun clenched her curled palms tightly.

There were traces of blood stains on the originally tender lines, it was shocking to look at.

Pei Ju sighed.

Slowly pick up the palm of your hand.

"As I said, the princess should be the least worried person in this world."

His tone is very gentle, and his eyes are also very gentle.

But it made the eyes of the little princess who didn't know the world go red.

Dou Da'er's teardrops slowly slid down her long eyelashes, the little princess bit her lip and raised her eyes slightly.

She was asking him what he should do.

Those soft and innocent eyes were wet, like a deer drenched in rain, making one's heart ache.

Pei Ju's eyes moved slightly:

"Can the princess trust Pei?"

His eyes were complicated, but there seemed to be a strange and calm brilliance.

Wu Qun looked at him and blinked slowly.

It was a look of catching driftwood in the water, clinging to the man like vines.

Perhaps Pei Ju could finally understand why King Jin could kill her brother and mother for her.

She is willful, naive, and ruthless.

But as long as she showed that look in her eyes, no man or woman in this world would be willing to embarrass her.

They were so close that they could see the deep secret in the man's eyes.

Pei Ju's eyes changed, but finally he reached out and hugged the petite body with a light smile:

"I have everything."

He only said this sentence, but it was worth a thousand words.

The confident An Ran's tone made the weeping little princess smile.

It was still raining.

The peach trees, which were not luxuriant at first, have all fallen red, and the filaments are buried in the soil under the altar.

Wu Qun leaned lightly on the man's shoulder and watched as the lights went out in the night, she couldn't help but curl her lips.

The sky will be bright.

The Taixi palace was full of solemnity.

Emperor Sui stretched out his hand to probe the hot forehead, feeling a little astringent in his heart.

"How long has the princess been in a coma?"

"I haven't woken up since I came back that night."

Jian Jia glanced at the deep and noble emperor, and said carefully.

"The doctor."

Seeing that Emperor Sui narrowed his eyes slightly, Gao Yu immediately called out.

Zhang He has been in the Imperial Hospital for 30 years, and at this moment, he is also a little helpless, looking at the emperor's serious gaze, he said: "The Ninth Princess is just frightened, and there is no serious problem."

"It's just, it's just that I don't know why I was unconscious for a long time."

This coma is as puzzling as the fact that he was born silent.

I thought this erratic words would make the emperor furious, but Zhang He knelt down as soon as he finished speaking, ready to bear the emperor's wrath.

Emperor Sui raised his eyes lightly, motioning Gao Yu to drag the servant down.

The hall was silent.

Jian Jia and the others knelt on the ground, not daring to see Sheng Yan.

Emperor Sui's eyes paused slightly, and he stretched out his hand to roll up the pink peach shirt, revealing a section of lotus root arm.

But I saw a peach blossom slowly blooming under the sand of the Shougong, with five petals and four growths, sparkling and moving.

"It's the fourth petal."

The emperor's eyes were unpredictable, and he finally sighed when he remembered the Taoist book last night.

No one knew that the Ninth Princess of the Sui Dynasty, who was under one person and above ten thousand people, never spoke a word because she had fallen into a voodoo.

After returning from the tomb at that time, Emperor Sui discovered that every time A Qun fell into a coma, a peach blossom would grow under the Shougong sand.

He has been taking care of it carefully, but he did not expect that the fourth petal was born because of him.

'When the fifth petal grows, it is the time when the Ninth Princess's energy is exhausted and she dies. '

Thinking of Ning Daoqi's words back then, Emperor Sui's eyes darkened slightly.

He was too impatient.

In May of the ninth year of Emperor Sui.

Empress Dugu died of illness, and the nine princesses were too sad to afford long-term illness.Emperor Sui couldn't find a doctor, so he had no choice but to send him to the Taoist sect for cultivation in order to find the art of longevity.

As the sun set, a carriage drove out of the wall of Gaowei Palace without a sound.

An army lined up behind the carriage to protect the princess.

In front of the horse is a handsome young man in a vermilion official robe.

It is Yu Culture and.

It is a long way to Huashan, and the announcement of the nine princesses leaving the palace shocked all the officials.

Those who have seen the congratulations in the prosperous age, no one knows the emperor's doting on the nine princesses.

Even ignoring the Turkic friendship, he did not want the princess to marry far away.

Now that he is cultivating in Taoism... Li Yuan and Dugu Feng looked at each other, and his heart sank.

With the temperament of the emperor, there is only one possibility: that is, the nine princesses are seriously ill and their lives are in danger.

Emperor Sui pondered for a while on the treasure hall, but saw Yu Wenhuaji, who had been silent recently, slowly stood up:

"I would like to escort the nine princesses to Mount Hua."

The officials were silent.

Emperor Sui fixed his deep eyes on the young man in the vermilion official robe.

After a long time, sweat appeared on Li Yuan's face.But the emperor smiled lightly and said:

"Yuwen Aiqing has a heart."

There is no joy or anger in these words, and people can't help but sigh that the holy will is unpredictable.

Yu Wenhuaji knelt in the hall, his red official robe against the cold face showing a sense of coldness for no reason:

"Sharing worries for His Majesty is the duty of the minister."

Emperor Sui paused for a moment while stroking Yu Jue's hand, and squinted at the young man in the hall.

In the end, he laughed:

"Be sure to escort the princess to the Taoist sect within two days."

Yu Wenhua and his complexion remained unchanged.

Everyone in the hall has retreated.

Gao Yu hesitated for a while but asked, "Do you want to send someone to watch Yu Wenhuaji?"

However, Emperor Sui slowly shook his head:

"No need."

"Yu Wenhua is not as crazy as the second child. If he is smarter, he will know that it is the best choice to escort Ah Qun into Huashan."

Gao Yu kept his mouth shut, and listened to the emperor in the hall laughing deeply:

"I think he's a smart guy."

Yu Wenhuaji is indeed a smart man.

The escort said it was two days, and he really sent the princess to the mountain within two days.

Wu Qun was still unconscious.

She hadn't eaten for two days, but her snow-white face was still beautiful.

Yu Wenhua and his fingertips paused, and suddenly remembered that when they saw her for the first time, they were lying on the table so quietly, as if all the beauty in the world fell on one person.

"A skirt."

He whispered.

But the person on the collapse still didn't feel anything.

Yu Wenhua frowned, stretched out his hand and carried the man out of the carriage.

Huashan is so high that horse-drawn carriages cannot go up, but Daozong is at the highest point, implying to listen to the voice of heaven.

Yuwen Wenhua and the person in his arms have walked up nine hundred and ninety-nine ladders.

The vermilion official robes are astringent and cool in the mountains.

The evening bell rang.

A mountain gate suddenly appeared in the distant clouds and mist, it was like an illusion.

In front of the mountain gate stood a young Taoist priest wearing a tall crane and white crown.

Blue feather Taoist robe, sculpted eyes and handsome eyebrows, surrounded by cold air:

"The poor way of the towering crane."

The young Taoist said slowly.

His tone was calm but seemed to have an unspeakable wonderful charm, which made the little princess who had been frowning slightly ease her eyebrows and eyes.

After the nine hundred and ninety-nine ladders is Daozong.

There are no miscellaneous disciples in Taoism, except for the disciples who enter the room, outsiders are not allowed to enter.

Lou He has left with the little princess in his arms.

Even the Yunwu Mountain Gate could not be seen.

Yu Wenhuaji chuckled, and there was a hint of coldness and cruelty in his eyes.

Inside the walls of Luoyang Palace, the mad man in Tsing Yi slowly placed the letter in his hand on the candlestick, his eyes were unpredictable:

"The great method of cultivating demons in the heart of the Dao."

Shi Zhixuan chuckled, "It's interesting."

There was also a painting in front of that table, the beauty in the painting was riding a horse with a whip, and the innocent smile was the little princess who was sent to Mount Hua.

"Ah Qun, what is your relationship with the Evil Emperor?"