[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

The Golden Wind Drizzle Tower was first created by Su Zhanmu.When it came to Su Mengzhen's hands, it was already the largest gang in the capital, and there were many masters under it.

It was night, and the Kaifeng mansion was brightly lit.

But in the deep alley, there are no people.

There are many people who know Su Mengzhen, but few people know his whereabouts.

There was already a bronzing post on the bluestone steps.

"Landlord."

Zhu Xiaoyao looked around but saw no one, he couldn't help being a little surprised.

The sick scholar coughed lightly, waved his hands and said:

"Bring that post."

Su Mengzhen is a very magical person. He was born with serious illnesses but he is not afraid of anything, as if he is determined and lonely at all times.

Zhu Xiaoyao responded and slowly picked up the post.

The bronzing is used as the border, the letter paper is cut, and there is a gentle fragrance of the red building when you smell it carefully.

Su Mengzhen's face remained unchanged, but when she saw the name, she smiled.

The person who sent the invitation is Fang Yingkan.

"You should watch Fang Ying, the young master of the sharp gun and blood sword?"

Zhu Xiaoyao frowned.

Fang Yingkan is not only famous in Jianghu, but also in court.

He has a wide network of contacts and good financial connections.Why did such a person post a prayer post late at night?

The sick-looking scholar slightly closed his green robe and cloak:

"Let's go."

He looked indifferent, but for some reason it made people feel relieved.

Zhu Xiaoyao smiled and drove the carriage.

There is Daohe River in Kaifeng City, which is very lively at night.

Fang Yingkan is a frequent visitor here.

Although he looks frank and childish, he is not lacking in the flair he should have.

Singing and dancing on the painting boat raised the peace, and the maidservant holding a lantern stood quietly aside.

Zhu Xiaoyao just wanted to go in but was stopped by a pair of pale and handsome hands.

"This invitation only invites Mr. Su."

A hoarse voice came from beside the ear.

Zhu Xiaoyao was startled suddenly, but saw that there were two more people outside the boat.

It is a pair of "iron tree blossoms" with a high degree of proficiency in meat/palm training.

Su Mengzhen also saw it.

His face is still faint, and there is even a hint of a smile.

For some reason, Zhu Xiaoyao calmed down when he looked at those cold eyes.

That person is Su Mengzhen.

Who can keep him?

Fang Yingkan is drinking in the boat.

He only drank good Nurhong when he drank, and the wine in the small building was burned a few days ago.But money can always buy more.The same goes for wine.

"Maybe Master Su is drinking?"

Xiaohou asked with a smile.

Su Mengzhen smiled lightly and said, "I am plagued by old diseases, so I can only replace wine with tea."

Fang Yingkan nodded slightly.

That song and dance has reached its peak.

Fang Yingkan also finished his drink.

He suddenly sighed: "Lord Su shouldn't mess with women."

"Oh?"

The sickly young man said lightly.

Little Hou Ye chuckled, he was so childish, and his smile seemed to be pure concern.

"A woman asked me to kill the landlord."

He said casually.

Su Mengzhen coughed lightly, and looked at Fang Wai Jiang with a serious expression:

"Then does she get paid?"

Inviting people to kill must be paid, and it is even more so when inviting people to kill.

The little Hou Ye paused slightly with his fingertips, and the hand that poured the wine also stopped:

"Her beauty is the reward."

The Lingling wine was poured into the cup along the jade pot, but it was hard to tell that it was the sparkling river outside.

The man picked up the wine glass and shook it lightly:

"Is the landlord not angry?"

Su Mengzhen laughed.

His sick face rarely showed his face, but today he smiled many times:

"You also said that she was a beauty."

He said lightly.

No matter how capricious a beauty is, she can be forgiven, let alone a beauty like her who kills people.

Fang Ying couldn't speak anymore.

He just drank the spirit in the glass quietly.

The moon was sinking.

Red candles dimly illuminate the boat.

Zhu Xiaoyao heard the sound of the cup breaking and the wind.

The door has been pushed open.

The sick-looking scholar gathered his blue cloak and walked out slowly.

Fang Yingkan was still sitting on a high seat drinking.

It's as if nothing has changed.

Zhu Xiaoyao's eyes paused slightly, but in the end he didn't ask anything.

The carriage rolled along the stone steps of the alley as it came.

At some point, there was an extra person on the carriage - a stunning beauty in an ancient smoke palace dress.

The beauty put away her umbrella and quietly watched the cold wind and bright moon outside the window.

Her complexion was very pale, even paler than that of the sick young man.But she is also very beautiful, her long eyelashes cover the faint smoke like a small fan.

Su Mengzhen coughed, and saw another bowl of white water in front of her. The water was poured from a teapot and was still steaming.

The man put down the white water and turned around again.

The night is like water, and the beauty's eyebrows and eyes are even more beautiful.

"Don't you want to kill me?"

He smiled lightly.

Snowflakes fell outside the window at some point.

Qianqian fell down one floor in the alley.

Wu Qun reached out and took one.Her hands were very cold, and the snow didn't melt when it fell on her palm, instead it seemed to freeze.

"I was very angry yesterday."

she said softly.

What is she mad about?Because he stopped her, that was the first time she missed.

Su Mengzhen raised her eyebrows:

"You ruined Lei Chun's appearance."

The man's tone was very light, and he couldn't hear his emotions.

The beauty finally turned her head around, Gao Yunhan only had a white jade hairpin embedded on Gao Yunhan's temple.But her face is so moving, it is as quiet and cold as an old scroll in a majestic palace:

"Is this a very important matter?"

The snow outside the window has fallen even more.

Su Mengzhen looked at the vast eaves and suddenly asked:

"How did you die?"

Wu Qun gently poured a cup of hot tea to warm her hands. Her hands were not warm all year round, but she still did this subconsciously when it was cold.

When she heard the man's question, she just shook her head lightly: "I don't know."

"You must have had many enemies during your lifetime."

The sick scholar coughed lightly.

His voice was flat, but firm.

Wu Qun didn't care, and just asked casually:

"I can do whatever I like, and kill anyone I want. Isn't that an eyesore?"

She quietly drooped her long eyelashes, and the half of her face slightly tilted was gentle and ruthless.

Su Mengzhen smiled: "It's really an eyesore."

Everyone in this world can't live freely. If they don't get what they want, they will be jealous, and if they want too much, they will be greedy.You will be disappointed if you lose it, and you will be unwilling to be robbed.

So will Su Mengzhen.

Since he was born, he couldn't be as free and easy as a flamboyant ghost, because he had to do something, so he always had to compromise.

But he is more amazing than ordinary people.

The carriage had already stopped, and the Golden Wind Drizzle Tower had also arrived.

Wu Qun slowly opened the curtain and put up an umbrella in the snow.

Su Mengzhen clenched her fists and coughed lightly.

The building was still lit.

On the second floor, a young man in white stood on the railing with his hands behind his back.

Wu Qun had seen him before, his name was Bai Choufei.

He seems to be a very lonely person, and most of this loneliness stems from ambition.

The lights in the Golden Wind and Drizzle Tower have been extinguished.

The gorgeous ghost leaned against the window coffin and quietly watched the snow falling from the eaves.

This is the fourth snowfall in Kaifeng this year, but she hasn't found the person who killed her yet.

Wu Qun suddenly thought of what the sick young man said.

'How many enemies? '

In her hand, she still has the newly picked red plums when she went upstairs, which is as bright as blood.

It was gently folded off by the jade-like fingers, and slowly dripped into the snow.

In the boat:

When the two of them walked behind, their backs, which had always been straight, suddenly bent down, and the wine in the glass also turned red.

"Young Master?"

Meng Kongkong stepped forward and said worriedly.

But I saw Young Master Jin Yi waved his hand slightly:

"No problem."

Although he was injured, he still had a smile on his face.

In this arena, he has always been the only one who is stabbed by others, but he didn't expect that it would be his turn today.

That beauty is really ruthless.

Fang Yingkan licked the corner of his lips, with a deep smile in his eyes.

Its daybreak.

The snow in the Kaifeng mansion still hasn't disappeared.

In a teahouse:

Mi Youqiao waited for a long time before seeing the brocade-clothed young man approaching slowly, he couldn't help but frowned slightly:

"I heard you were hurt?"

He put down his teacup and asked.

Fang Ying smiled and shook his head.

The teahouse was very quiet, after a while he suddenly said: "Su Mengzhen is a very nice person."

"You want to suppress the Golden Wind and Drizzle Tower?"

Mi Youqiao raised his eyebrows.

"good."

Fang should look at the folding fan and tap it lightly.

"But there's one more thing."

He clapped his hands, and someone beside him presented a box.

The box contained a painting, which looked mysterious.

Mi Youqiao opened the scroll suspiciously, but his expression changed.

It was almost noon, and the number of people in the teahouse gradually increased.

The man sighed: "Where did you get this painting?"

"Dug out of the ground."

Fang Yingkan smiled lightly.

Mi Youqiao also smiled: "Which piece of land, I will try it too."

"In a mass grave outside Kaifeng City."

Lord Hou said lightly.

The man knows that he is telling lies, so he doesn't go around anymore:

"Your Majesty also has one of these paintings."

Fang Ying looked at his fingertips and paused, but heard the man shake his head and say:

"I only glanced at it roughly, and I don't know if it's specific. But..."

"Such a beauty doesn't even exist."

After he finished speaking, he burst into laughter, and Fang Yingkan smiled too.

Huizong did have that painting.

However, he has never seen the beauty on the painting, he only locks the scroll on the high cabinet and pays homage to it every day.

It was only by accident that Mi Youqiao was seen.

Although the contents of these two paintings are the same, there are still some differences. Huizong is an old painting, but Fang Yingkan is holding a new painting.

The sky was gloomy, and there was only one person left in the teahouse.

Fang Yingjian had already left.

Mi Youqiao seemed to have aged in an instant.

What he didn't mention was that the skirt was called Guyan Long Palace Skirt, and it was a brocade weaving technique unique to the inner court of the previous dynasty. There were 780 or six people who weaved the brocade, but they were all killed overnight.

Who is the beauty in the painting?It's a secret that even the dead don't know.

Late at night.

Wu Qun took a deep breath.

She hadn't killed anyone today, so her body was always a little uncomfortable.At the moment, he is leaning sleepily by the window.

In winter, the night wind is cool, and the thin shirt is blowing.

Bai Choufei was drinking on the opposite floor, but turned around as if feeling something.Then I saw a branch of red plum slantingly falling from the window.

He is good at martial arts and has good eyesight.Naturally, it was clear that there was no one in the small building.

That is the attic specially set up by Su Mengzhen.

When Wang Xiaoshi asked, he saw the young man with a sick face and coughed with a smile:

"Perhaps there is a beautiful woman living in it."

His tone was casual, but Bai Choufei felt that there might really be a beauty living inside.

A beauty that goes well with this Golden Breezy House.