[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

After seeing the painting that day, Mi Youqiao paid more attention to it.

He took advantage of Huizong's absence to sneak into the Book Pavilion to investigate.

Sure enough, some clues were found in it.

The seal on the back of the book of beauties that I looked up to every day actually had four words: Chonghe Yuannian.

Mi Youqiao suddenly remembered a strange event back then.

Three years ago, the Song Dynasty and the Jin Dynasty formed an "alliance on the sea". As a show of sincerity, the Jinren sent twelve masters of the golden thread pavilion across the sea to escort a treasure to the Central Plains.

The Jin Ren has nineteen treasures, all of which are presented in a picture album, but Huizong only took a fancy to a picture-in-picture.

This book is nothing special, after all, His Majesty has been fond of calligraphy and painting of flowers and birds for a long time, but the one in the painting is a beauty, a beauty that no one has ever seen before.

In order to greet that painting, Huizong gave the Jinshi a palace skirt made of silk yarn handed down from the previous dynasty in exchange. How could the person in the painting change clothes?At that time, it was also cited as a romantic rhyme.

And that's the weirdest thing about it.

In the sample painting given by the Jin Ren and selected by Huizong, the beautiful woman stands sideways holding an umbrella, and the beauty of the world is overshadowed by just one side.

But everyone remembered that she was wearing a snow-white gauze.

But in the painting that the Japanese side should have seen the day before, the beauty was wearing an ancient smoked long palace skirt from the previous dynasty.

It was exactly what Huizong sent back then.

Thinking of this, Mi Youqiao felt a chill in his heart.

Not to mention whether the person in the painting exists, even if it did exist, he should have died in the battle of the ferry three years ago, so how could he change into Gu Yan's long palace skirt alive to paint?

It was dark.

The snow was falling coldly on the eaves, and Guan Qi had already arrived.

He was an upright man all his life, and the only wrong thing he did was to kill a defenseless and innocent woman.

Because of this woman, his sword qi was destroyed for many years, and he actually gave birth to a demon.

He killed that beauty, and dreamed of that beauty.

Many nights, this demon did not know whether it was born of manslaughter or lust.

Wen Xiaobai is gone, Lei Shun is dead, and Brother Zhao is dead.

But he always thought of the woman who was lying in a pool of blood and quietly closed her eyes.

He remembered the dress on her body, her bun with high clouds and loose hair, and remembered that she was a gift from the Kingdom of Jin to Huizong.

I even remember that he killed her with his own hands.

But he always refused to admit it, so he fell into a demon.

When he met her three days ago, he still didn't admit it.

He has lied to himself for three years.

The handsome man in gray turned around slowly, he was very different from that day.

If it was said that three days ago there was still a bit of muddiness and madness, today it is completely awake.

Guan Qi has fallen into a demon, Wu Qun knew it from the first time he saw him.

So she waited for him for three days.

There was already a person standing under the plum tree.

She is still so beautiful, like the snow in this winter, cold as fog.

"I've settled the old affairs of the Mitian League."

Guan Qi said suddenly.

Wu Qun nodded slightly.She was gesturing for him to continue.

Guan Qi's gaze was suddenly a little strange.

Because until now, he finally found out that something was wrong.

He thought she was seeking revenge.

She remembered everything that happened that snowy night, so she finally came to him.

But now, her eyes are strange and cold, as if she is listening to a story.

"Have you forgotten?"

Guan Qi suddenly had a complicated feeling in his heart.

It seems to be fortunate, but it is more cruel than this.

The complexion of the woman in the ancient smoke palace dress did not change, she just held the umbrella quietly.

"Yangui always forgets a lot of things."

Her tone was calm, and she didn't even want to melt the snow that fell on her long eyelashes.

Guan Qi looked at her deeply, and he saw indifference, tenderness, indifference and ruthlessness in her eyes.

"I killed you."

The handsome man in gray said slowly.

He finally said that.

But the eyes of the beauty with a serious face were still indifferent.

There was no one in her eyes.

Guan Qi's face is already weathered.

The deep voice is especially clear in the snowy night:

"In the first year of Chonghe, the Great Song Dynasty wanted to form an alliance with the Kingdom of Jin. There was great opposition to this matter, both in the court and among the people. However, treacherous officials such as Cai Jing and Fu Zongshu slandered Huizong and lured him with a painting."

"None of us has seen that painting, but we only know that it is a beautiful woman."

"Knowing that he was seeking skin from a tiger, Huizong still agreed. He has already been captivated by that stunning beauty."

At the same time, in the dark pavilion, Fang Yingkan gently tapped his fingers to dig out the bricks embedded in the wall.

Those were the notes that Fang Geyin had hidden for three years, recording many secret events in this river and lake.

The young master quietly turned the pages of the book, but suddenly his eyes froze. On one page, the handwriting was so messed up that it was almost hard to read:

'Jianghu called it the ferry murder.

On the night when the Jin envoy disembarked, Guan Qi, the Seventh Lord of the Mitian League, led four masters to rob and kill the Jin people in order to prevent the alliance.

All the twelve bronze men of the Golden Thread Pavilion died in that battle.

When Huizong sent people to help, there was only a handful of dust left. '

"You said you killed me?"

The beauty in the ancient smoke palace skirt turned around quietly, the skirt was hanging curlingly in the snow, as beautiful as a cloud.

There was paranoia and obsession in Guan Qi's eyes, and he suddenly woke up again.

Like countless dreams.

He didn't speak because what had to be said had already been said.

The snow is still falling, covering the ancient umbrella and red plum.

It's like that person's eyebrows are frosty.

Wu Qun sighed lightly: "Who are the remaining three people?"

Guan Qi shook his head:

"I'm the one who hit you."

He is no longer willing to speak.

Wu Qun didn't look at him again, she held an umbrella and left as quietly as when she came.

She didn't kill him, she didn't even look at him more.

As if he was a piece of dust that didn't matter.

Guan Qi laughed.

He smiled wantonly, just like when we first met in that snowy night, he was victorious against twelve masters, and he was full of vigor.

At that time, he didn't know who he was going to kill.

He had never regretted destroying the alliance between Song and Jin, but that demon had entangled him for three years.

Wu Qun has come a long way.

The snow in the alley was even colder.

The sword intent of Guan Qi's fingertips took shape, and the corners of his mouth slowly left blood.

He only hoped that the events of the past would end here, Guan Qi has always been a daring person.

Maybe he wished she could look back at him too.

But the beauty never looked back.

When the man in gray fell to the snow, Wu Qun's heart suddenly ached.

This kind of pain is very strange, like a sharp knife piercing the heart, but it is not fatal.

Yan Gui hadn't felt this kind of pain for a long time.

The snow in front of her eyes seemed to have turned into countless virtual scenes. When Wu Qun fell down, she could only feel a pair of repairing hands with a faint medicinal fragrance.

Su Mengzhen's eyes were complicated, and finally she just sighed, and left the place quietly with the beauty in her arms.

When Wu Qun woke up, she was in an elegant room.

The layout of the house is very similar to that of the Golden Wind and Rain Building, but more refined.

Even the feet were covered with thin velvet blankets.

Wu Qun slowly lifted the quilt, the carpet was very comfortable, she simply didn't wear the brocade shoes, and walked gently to the door.

Looking at the sky, it is already night, and I don't know if the snow is still falling.

But as soon as she touched the door, she was bounced back.

The fingers seemed to be burned, and the snow fat was also stained bright red.

A talisman was pasted on the door.

Yan Gui naturally knew it too.

She turned her eyes slightly to look at the sick young man who was quietly reading a book.

His appearance is cold and lonely, and under the candlelight, he is even more charming.

"Su Mengzhen will also do this kind of thing?"

Wu Qun asked lightly.

She didn't struggle any more, she just sat casually on the outer corner of the hall with her hands supported and looked at the closed window.

Anyone who encounters this will always panic.

But the two people in the room were very calm.

A tall man who does not seem to be imprisoned.

A random person who does not seem to be imprisoned.

Su Mengzhen didn't speak.

The room was silent, only the sound of the stove "cracking/cracking".

Yan Gui raised her hands and watched for a while, then suddenly took two steps forward lightly.

She first reached out to touch the white flowers on the window, and the fingertips she retracted were white and soft, and there was no trace of burning.

The beauty in the palace costume slightly softened her eyebrows and slowly opened the window.

The yellowed talisman was pasted on the back of the window, it was very considerate in this cage.

It was snowing outside the window.

The plum trees in Yingdiyuan are really beautiful.

This place seems to be on a mountain, surrounded by clouds and mist, just like a fairyland.

The snow fell more and more heavily, the cold wind blew into the windows, and even the fire in the stove fluttered.

Su Mengzhen coughed lightly, but her hand flipping the book didn't stop.

Wu Qun turned to look at him:

"are you cold?"

Yangui can't feel the cold.

Young Master Qingpao slowly shook his head, his knuckles were turning white, and his complexion became even colder.

But the window remained open.

Wu Qun leaned on the coffin by the window, tapping lightly with her fingertips.

The wind and snow fell on the long eyelashes, and then fell along the small fan.

Leaning there, she suppressed even the cloud's aura.

Huizong had seen many beauties, but he was still obsessed with the beauty of my flowers blooming.

Once you have met her, you know that there is only one kind of beauty like her in this world.

In the majestic palace:

The middle-aged emperor concentrated on tracing the scroll in his hand.

Gao Yun's temples are scattered, his eyebrows and eyes are like frost.

Even the mole of tears at the end of the eyes is touching.

Mi Youqiao took a sneak peek, then lowered his head slightly.

Such a beauty, even the eunuch would be tempted.

He thought of the painting in Fang Yingkan's hand again, and absurd thoughts came to his mind:

Maybe someone released her back then, but she was still alive?

This is no longer known.

The night was dark, the cold wind was still, and the candlelight gradually settled down.

The beauty in the ancient smoky palace dress had fallen asleep lying on the table at some point.

The window was still open.

The faint wind and snow fell on the cloud temples like stars, her complexion was pale, but her lips were gorgeous for no reason.Gently sipping the snowdrops is touching for no reason.

Young Master Qingpao's eyes darkened slightly, and he slowly suppressed the itching in his throat.

The beauty leaned quietly in his arms, like fog, very light and soft.

When Na Xiu Leng let go of his fingers, he was suddenly grabbed by someone.

Wu Qun slowly opened her eyes.

The mist in her eyes dissipated and became very cold, like red plums in snow.

"Guan Qi said he killed me."

"But he died, but I still can't get relief."

she said softly.

Su Mengzhen looked at her quietly, with cold eyes:

"Didn't you already guess?"

White paper fell from the snow outside the window, and the red plum branches were also bent.

Wu Qun lowered her eyes quietly, her profile was beautiful, and her long eyelashes were as charming as a small fan.

There was a trace of sadness in the cold voice:

"One night full of snow and beautiful flowers alone, the red-sleeved knife in the wind and rain."

"I died by the Red Sleeve Knife."

It was snowing heavily, and it was cold in this room.

Su Mengzhen's eyes are still very quiet, but there seems to be something else in that silence.

He just gently removed the cloud temples for that person, and sighed slightly:

"Go to sleep."

His fingertips were cold, but when he stroked his brows and eyes, he was gentle.

Wu Qun felt her heart relax, and slowly closed her eyes.

Capital:

Since Lei Chun was expelled for rebellion, the head of Liufenbantang is now the head of the hall, Di Feijing.

The quiet and handsome young man in white stood quietly outside the door.He didn't even notice the wind and snow blowing over his body.

Lei Mei waited cautiously, and waited until the snow stopped before saying:

"Lei Chun was discovered by my cousin on the way to Yanzhou, and he was dealt with in secret."

Di Feijing still looked at the snow outside the door, and said calmly after a long time:

"It's easier to say that he died in the Jinfengdriyu Tower to the outside world."

Lei Mei responded and did not dare to say more.

Since Lei Shun's death, this young man who had been quiet and uncontested seemed to have suddenly changed, becoming deep and unpredictable.

Or maybe that's just what he was.

The woman shuddered slightly at the thought.

But the young man asked in a young voice: "Is the ice coffin ready?"

Lei Mei paused with her fingertips, and said cautiously: "There is still half a month."

"Half a month."

Di Fei sighed in surprise: "Go down."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lei Mei breathed a sigh of relief and quickly backed away.

There was only the boy in white left in front of the hall.

Di Fei watched the snow melt quietly for a long time, then said softly:

"Ah Qun, wait a little longer."

The snow on the red plum branches has already fallen.