[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

Its daybreak.

Another pair of earrings has been replaced on Wu Qun's ears.

The snow had cleared, but she was still holding an umbrella.Slowly pass through the downtown.

There are very few people in this world who can see her.

The dead can, and so can the dying.

Lei Chun is a very smart woman, a highly praised beauty like her will naturally not tolerate being humiliated.

What happened last night is vivid.

So here she comes.

She also came with eight masters from Liufentang.

The beauty in the ancient smoke palace dress slowly stopped.She is really beautiful, like a lady walking out of an ancient painting, with graceful charm.

Those men were so mesmerized, they couldn't even hold the sword in their hands.

Wu Qun turned her eyes to the girl in green.

She took the poison/medicine herself last night, and her complexion is still a little pale today. She looked at the beauty holding the ancient umbrella and bent slightly: "Although I don't know why the girl attacked me last night, I think that's what a woman thinks."

She paused and said again: "Mengzhen is also anxious about me, is the girl injured?"

These heartfelt words are really touching, but it is a pity that there is only one dead person and a group of dying people here.

Wu Qun looked at her with a strange expression, and sighed slightly for a long time:

"You look ugly when you think you're smart."

Her voice was as sweet as agarwood mist, but Lei Chun turned pale in an instant:

"Girl, why do you humiliate me like this?"

It is always distressing for a beauty to cry, especially a beauty like her who is especially clear when she is in the snow.

Wu Qun looked at her lightly.

Her eyes are very quiet, as moving as the aloes in ancient scrolls.It is a kind of beauty that a hundred flowers kill after I bloom.

Lei Chun suddenly remembered a knife.

When the knife light flashed by, it was also this color, cold and eerie.

She looked down, gritted her teeth and said:

"I came here this time to invite a girl..."

Before she finished speaking, a fingertip as cold as jade touched her lips.

That hand is like a jade carving, dyed brightly under the snow.

"Shh."

Wu Qun slightly shook her head:

"You have only one purpose for coming here this time."

"That's death."

She tapped her lips gently with her fingertips.

Before everyone had time to draw their swords, the edge of the umbrella had already scratched their necks.

It was a beautiful umbrella, and the red plums bloomed even brighter in such a winter day.

Lei Chun fell softly to the ground.

She didn't die, but what was more terrifying than this was the bloodstains on her face.

Beads of blood slowly slid down the beautiful face.

Lei Chun firmly grasped the thick snow under his body.

But he heard a chuckle.

They were in a deep alley, and there happened to be a restaurant in that alley.

The man in brocade clothes and jade fan leaned against the railing and looked at the beauty downstairs.

He was a very young and dignified young man, and he even had the frankness of a newcomer on his face, which made people smile knowingly.

But Lei Chun couldn't laugh.

Because she is a very proud person.

A proud person would not want others to see him in such a state of embarrassment.

Fang Yingkan just glanced at it and then looked away.

He is drinking.

The best daughter's red in the restaurant slides down the throat and into the stomach, both spicy and tender.

Of course he couldn't see Wu Qun, but Lei Chun's actions showed that there was indeed a beauty standing in front of her.

What kind of beauty can make Lei Chun also jealous?

Fang Ying smiled, and slowly poured down the jug in his hand.

His posture was very casual, the wine jug flowed down the railing, dripping on the beauty's scars.

"I'll buy you a drink."

he said.

Lei Chun has passed out.

Although she is a beauty, she can't see any color at the moment.

Fang Yingkan's wine is gone.

There was an extra wine jar on the table in the room.

"Aren't you going to buy me a drink?"

Said a cold voice.

This analogy may seem strange, but it is true.There is a cold blade in her style and ancient rhyme.

Fang Yingkan smiled lightly.

He has never believed in ghosts and gods, so he just thinks that the beauty is strange.

The best daughter's red fell into the jade cup, and it was covered with a layer of bright colors.

When the jade cup started to move, he suddenly said:

"How can I meet you?"

Men are always curious about mysterious things, and so is Fang Yingkan.His smile is frank, which makes people feel as if he is also respected.

Wu Qun didn't look at him.

She has reached the railing with the wine glass.

Lei Chun just pretended to be dizzy, but he was already rescued by someone.

Fang Yingkan saw it too.

Can't help but sneer: "She came to invite you, if you don't know good from bad, you can't blame her if you get hurt."

"If you want to hurt her here, you can give her a reason to complain to Su Mengzhen."

It was obvious what he meant.

Wu Qun didn't look back, she only said:

"You talk a lot."

Although the snow stopped at this time, the sun never came out.Even the alleys are dark in color.

Fang Ying didn't care.

He is a man who has achieved success in his youth, and he has naturally met many women.So he is not as passionate as a boy, nor is he offended like an ordinary prince.

In the eyes of outsiders, he is always humble and polite.

Neither of them spoke, they just quietly watched the cold wind falling in the deep alley.

The downstairs is full of corpses, but the upstairs is quiet and peaceful.

The sky was getting dark.

Those who have to go are going to go.

Fang Yingkan casually picked up the cloak on the shelf, carried the jade pot and walked out of the screen.

He never met the beauty.

Wu Qun gently put down the cup and heard him say, "I've already booked this building."

After nightfall outside the window, it finally snowed again.

Long falls on the casement.

He laughed and asked suddenly:

"Can I come see you again tomorrow?"

Fang Yingkan is indeed a man who can please women, because this building is clearly his building.

Wu Qun's eyes fell on the cloak, and it took a long time before she said:

"it is good."

This voice was as cold as a cigarette, but it brought a smile to the eyes of the little duke.

He always has the vigor of a young man, which makes people feel relieved.

Wu Qun only looked outside the building after that person had walked out of the building.

By this time the snow had fallen very thickly.

There is a vast expanse of whiteness on the eaves in the distance, and lanterns have been hung in front of many shops.

A pair of young men and women passed by outside the alley with a chuckle.

"what happened?"

asked softly.

Wang Xiaoshi looked towards the distant tower if he felt something, but he could only see the snow-covered window casement.

There was no one upstairs, so I couldn't help but sigh secretly:

"It's okay, let's go."

The two have come a long way.

The beauty in the ancient smoke palace dress sighed, and slowly threw the candlestick in her hand downstairs.

This building was taken over by Fang Yingkan, so naturally she was the only one in it.

The raging fire burned all night.

Even the neighbors were surprised by the fact that the weather was clearly snowing, but it was getting hotter and hotter.

Fang should see that he will arrive the next day as promised.

The small building where the beauties were feasting last night has turned into ruins.

"Young Lord, this..."

The people behind couldn't help but hesitate.

There are countless fine wines in this small building, and it is Fang Yingkan's favorite place to come.At this moment, it was set on fire.

However, a smile suddenly appeared on the face of the thoughtful young master:

"Build a new one."

The man was leading the way to retreat, so he added: "I want to see a new one before tonight."

His voice is gentle but undeniable.

The man's heart trembled, and he didn't dare to think about it.

The most indispensable thing in this arena is romantic affairs.

The topic of Su Mengzhen's return from the south of the Yangtze River was quickly overshadowed by the small building built that day.

Some people said that it was used by the little prince's golden house to hide the beauty, and the beauty who lived in it had a very temper, and would burn down a house every night.

They are right and wrong.

When Su Mengzhen heard this, her expression was light.

His cough has become more and more serious these days, and the muscles on the back of his hands are bruised.

Zhu Xiaoyao brought him the medicine, and saw him quietly looking at the small building in the distance.

That is the small building with the most famous names in the rivers and lakes.

All because of the beauty hidden in it.

"The landlord is also curious?"

Zhu Xiaoyao asked.

The sickly young man shook his head slightly.

He is the most unpredictable person in the world, if he doesn't speak, no one can guess what he is thinking.

Su Mengzhen looked at it for a while, then looked away, took the medicine bowl and drank it down.

In a small building in the distance.

Wu Qun held on to the wine glass and watched the singing and dancing downstairs.

The women in the dance workshop are so delicate and soft, and their every move is soft and charming.

This originally simple small building seems to have attracted attention overnight.

Fang Yingkan is very rich.He could make the two masters of "Iron Tree Blossom" beat the drums to add to the fun, the hands that should have been killing people moved like strings, and the drums were also more sonorous and murderous than ordinary musicians.

There is no snow tonight, the stars are bright and the moon is bright.

The beauty in the ancient smoke palace dress slowly came from the railing.

She walked very slowly, but the three of them were all martial arts masters, so they could naturally hear the soft and graceful footsteps.

The two drummers were puzzled, but the young and handsome young master had a casual attitude.

"You really want to see me?"

Wu Qun lowered her eyes lightly and poured the sake in the cup on the ground, it was very precious wine, Wu Qun didn't care, Fang Yingkan didn't care either.

Her tone was light, but heart-pounding.

The dancing girl downstairs seemed to have been taken in her soul unconsciously.

The little marquis chuckled lightly: "Even if you die, you will have no regrets."

He is a very tolerant person, but also a very crazy person.Maybe people in the arena are crazy.

"Then come here."

Wu Qun quietly looked into the mirror, her tone seemed a little gentle, like a whisper in a lover's world.

Fang Yingkan walked over with a wine glass.

The drumbeat gradually died down, and the moonlight outside the window reflected the snow as bright as day.

The beauty in palace costume is drawing her eyebrows, she is really beautiful.

The feathers are green and black, and the eyebrows are tactful.

Like a lady in the old court, with ancient charm and affection.

Fang Yingkan held a snow wrist as cold as jade in his hand.

The beauty held a black pen in her hand, gently and contemptuously:

"Did you see me?"

She turned her eyes back slightly, the tear mole at the corner of her eye was even more moving.

Little Hou Ye was stabbed in the heart, but he knew that he would not die.

He just smiled and said, "I finally know why Meiru Leichun is jealous of you."

Such flirtatious words will always make beautiful people laugh.

But Wu Qun didn't smile.

It seemed that all the moving scenery in this world couldn't make her laugh, not even killing people.

She took out the black pen dully, and the smoky purple skirt curled up on the ground like a wisp of agarwood.

Quietly outside the small building.

No matter how curious Jianghu was, they didn't dare to come and see it at night.

Wu Qun looked at the red lanterns at the entrance of the street, but suddenly thought of Jiangnan, which is far away.

Zhizhou's house also hung two such lanterns.

She thought of the sickly-looking scholar in green robe and sighed slowly:

"Can you kill someone for me?"

Her tone was light, and she couldn't hear the emotion.

Fang Yingjian had already tapped a few acupuncture points on his body to stop the bleeding. The injury almost killed him, but the man didn't care:

"Who are you going to kill?"

he asked with a smile.

"Su Meng Pillow."

Wu Qun turned around and poured another glass of wine.

The glass of wine was not delivered to the beauty's lips, but was gently shaken by the jade fingertips.

Lights, snow and spirits can't help but make the mouth dry.

Fang Yingkan smiled lightly and let the beauty slowly pour the wine into her mouth from top to bottom.

"it is good."

The man licked the corner of his lips.

No one can see that this sensual, deep prodigal son and the frank and childish young master in the world are actually the same person.

The day is getting brighter.

The graceful little building finally fell silent.

In six and a half halls:

Lei Chun has never left the room since he came back.

For a beauty like her, disfiguring her face was even more unacceptable than killing her.

She knew that the woman would not follow her easily, so she was prepared to get hurt.

For men, no matter what, the weak are always more pitiful, aren't they?

But she never expected that that bitch would dare to scratch her face regardless of the forces of Jinfengxiyulou and Liufenbantang.

"Where is Miss?"

A young and gentle voice asked from outside the door.

That was Di Fei's startled voice.

Lei Chun tightly pinched the corner of the quilt, and even held his breath.

She was afraid that he would come in, but also afraid that he would not come in.

"Miss seems to be in a bad mood, she hasn't come out since yesterday."

said the maid.

As soon as she finished speaking, Lei Chun bit her lip.

But Di Feijing just nodded slightly.

He didn't say any more, and he didn't even ask a question.

The boy in white has left.

The footsteps gradually faded away.

The woman in the room touched the scar on her face and slammed the mirror to the ground.