[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

When Wu Qun woke up, the man was sitting by the stove adding fire.

His complexion was pale and cold, and he looked good in the light of the flames in the furnace.

"How long are you going to lock me up?"

she asked coldly.

Su Mengzhen coughed lightly: "Fang Yingkan has already found out your identity."

His voice was calm, but the hand that fueled the fire did not stop.

"so what."

The beauty in the ancient smoke palace dress said slowly.

Her snow-white ankles were faintly fluttering under the skirt, and she was as graceful as jade, which was even more moving than this white blanket.

Su Mengzhen stopped talking.

Wu Qun gently opened the window.

Last night, the snow stopped and the wind stopped, and the melting sunlight sprinkled lightly on the ice and snow has already melted a little.

Yan Gui covered half of the glimmering light with her hand, leaned aside, and said slowly after a long time:

"You are just afraid that my appearance will arouse His Majesty's desire to form an alliance again."

The fire in the furnace had just started but was extinguished by the cold wind outside the window.

Su Mengzhen lowered her eyes slightly, and continued over and over again.

He's a very nice guy.

The family and the country are righteous, and the brotherhood is deep, but he is the only one who treats her badly.

The fire was finally rekindled.

Young Master Qingpao coughed slightly, and looked out of the window: "I will let you out when spring comes."

The snow on the eaves has not disappeared, but some bright colors have been faintly revealed on the winter plum trees.

There are still three months until spring.

Wu Qun turned around slowly.

A beauty in this world should be quiet rather than moving, but she is beautiful no matter what.

Gao Yun's hair was loose in a bun, brushing his cheeks like fine crow feathers, which further accentuated his snowy complexion, and his eyebrows and eyes were charming.

She stared at the sick young man for a long time: "You are dying of illness, I'm afraid you won't be able to accompany me for three months."

Her tone was light, but her words were vicious.

Su Mengzhen smiled, and there was something unspeakable in his eyes, like a knife in the drizzle at dusk, or like the white snow on the eaves outside the house: "Ah Qun, you will live a long time."

he said slowly.

Obviously this person killed her with his own hands, but he told her: You will live a long time.

Just as Wu Qun was about to open her mouth to taunt, she felt a slight pain in her forehead.

Some fragments flashed indistinctly, but the memory was too vague. Before life and after death, there are two worlds.

She tightly clenched the hands hidden in her sleeves, and suddenly there was some hostility in her heart.

The snow melts outside the window.

The dew dripped down the eaves, like a meandering brook in spring.The snow covered the red plums, and a few petals flowed along the stream to nowhere.

It's good weather.

Su Mengzhen stopped turning over the old book.

"What are you looking at?"

Wu Qun lightly pressed the cold fingertips, and there was something unspeakably gentle and charming in the blend of snow and color.

Her tone was very light, and her complexion was as transparent as snow.

Young Master Qingpao didn't answer.

He is a very tolerant person, his face is still cold.

Wu Qun frowned slightly.

The jade-like fingertips had already slid along the blue robe.

She gently picked up the old book.

The yellowed book is reflected in the snow fat.

It was a Buddhist scripture, but the person holding it was a beautiful and seductive ghost.

She was sitting on the desk in front of him, shaking the ink with her snowy wrist.

Even the smoky palace skirt was slightly stained.

"All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and electricity..."

That beautiful woman's cloudy temples slid across her snowy skin, her brows were cold, and her voice was as hoarse and moving as that ancient scroll from a lifetime ago.

She didn't look at anyone, just reciting Buddhist scriptures lightly.

But the moles of tears at the end of the eyes are like red plums in the snow, even the most pure-hearted monks cannot remain indifferent.

Su Mengzhen slightly raised her eyebrows, but saw that the vermilion Danko had covered her robe, and a snow-colored ankle was slightly exposed under the hem of the ancient smoke skirt.

Wu Qun raised her hand lightly, the moist elixir had already landed on the man's mouth, and her scriptures were finally finished.

Just look at him quietly.

It was obviously a charming and charming movement, but her eyes were filled with silence, like the lonely ancient plum on the snow mountain all the year round, she was silent and silent.

Su Mengzhen suddenly remembered three years ago.

He was the first to see her.

The beauty in the palace dress stood quietly in the snow and told him: "I don't want to die."

He said, "Okay."

What moved him was the look in her eyes, melancholy and lonely, with a loneliness that no beauties in the world have.

Like Su Mengzhen who was young and seriously ill, he felt unwilling.

So he killed the person in the painting, but left behind the ghost.

I fed it with my own blood for three years.

Now, the beauty approached him slightly, leaned on his shoulder with a sideways face, and told him:

"You're going to love me."

Young Master Qingpao slowly raised the corners of his lips, his eyes dim.

Fang Geyin died.

This instantly set off a stormy sea in the rivers and lakes.

Who has the power to kill him?

No one can answer.

Perhaps he died of insanity, after all, a person who has adventures at a young age and has a lot of martial arts is always more dangerous.Peerless martial arts can not only kill people, but also kill themselves.

This is a mystery in the rivers and lakes.

November fourteenth.

The mourning hall opens, and all the heroes of the world come.

There are wreaths in front of the door, and paper money covers the path along the heavy snow.

Di Feijing also came.

"Hall Master."

The young man in white hood silently took the incense from his subordinate's fingers, and respectfully worshiped.

The six-and-a-half people in the hall were waiting on the sidelines.

These days, the situation in the arena has changed so much that Di Fei was startled. The young man who always kept his head down and always hid behind others has become the leader of the six-and-a-half group, and no one dares to underestimate him.

Three sticks of incense were put into the furnace, and Fang's family members were all sad.

The gentle and handsome boy sighed, and only said: "My condolences."

Fang Geyin's adoptive son Fang Yingkan presided over the matter.The little Hou Ye who was just watching the flowers seemed to have finally calmed down.He received everyone with a silent face.

Hearing Di Feijing's words, he just nodded silently.

"This way, Mr. Di, please."

The little boy bent over.

Di Fei left quietly in surprise.

Fang Geyin is dead. In this arena, there are some people who should buy face, but some people don't.

In the mourning hall, there were many people who whispered: The head of Fang was mad at death by the adopted son who recognized the eunuch as his teacher.

Fang Yingkan naturally heard it too.

His face was serious, but he was still very polite.

Because Fang Geyin died.

He once thought that one day he would kick off this stumbling block, but it was not now.The relationship with Mi Youqiao is originally a mutual interest, which may be invalidated at any time.In this case, it is even more impossible for him to lose the big tree Fang Geyin.

He is not stupid, and he has no intention of doing anything at this time.Even if he got a glimpse of the buried secret of this hero that everyone admired before.

The pious Fang Geyin will also be confused by beauty.

Who was he thinking of when he faced his gentle and charming wife?

Fang Ying saw the frightened look on that man's face when he came out of the dark room that day, even with murderous intent.

"What did you see?"

he asks.

Fang Yingkan was already kneeling on the ground, holding a secret book in his hand, no one could see the look in his eyes: "My foster father never taught me the last move of the Blood River Sword, I was fascinated by ghosts for a while."

He hesitated for a while and said carefully.

Fang Geyin breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the name of the cheat book:

"Go to the backyard and punish me by kneeling."

His eyes were deep, and he didn't look back until the man left.

Seeing that the sealing line of the sealed brick in the dark room is intact, it is slightly relaxed.

Fang Geyin slowly took out the medicine bottle from the drawer and sniffed lightly.

He has been troubled all these years and has many hallucinations.This bottle of traditional Chinese medicine has the effect of calming the nerves, and it is often suppressed.

Fang Yingkan had already walked out of the courtyard.

It was not intentional to discover the dark pavilion, but after reading the notes under the dense brick, he suddenly changed his mind.Prepared to follow the trend, he had replaced the medicine for calming the mind and calming the nerves in the drawer with the Ecstasy Pill.

He was just going to take control of the pious adoptive father, but the next day, Fang Geyin died.

Fang Yingkan noticed something was wrong, but the medicine bottle and notes in the secret room were gone.

He naturally knew that he was being treated as a knife.

The sky was getting darker.

After the worship, everyone dispersed.

Di Fei also left in shock.

He walked away quietly in the snow all over the sky with his crane helmet on.

"This is the second one."

That gentle, handsome young man in white, with downcast eyes is chilling.

Of course Lei Mei was afraid of him.

Because she knew that the person who dropped Fang Geyin's medicine was Di Feijing.

He killed Fang Geyin, and then took advantage of Fang Yingkan.

But clean and gentle as if nothing had happened.

No one knew what he was going to do, and Di Fei didn't care about the six minutes and a half, which was the most terrifying thing.

It was late at night.

In the hut, the woman in the ancient smoky palace dress frowned lightly in her sleep.

She suddenly dreamed of the person who came with Guan Qi.

He holds a sword called Blood River Sword.

This winter is very difficult.

Su Mengzhen's cough has become more and more serious these days.

Sometimes even the skirt was stained with blood.

Wu Qun watched quietly, her gaze was very cold and ruthless: "Are you going to die?"

She asked.

The sickly young man laughed: "We must survive this winter."

He sat by the stove and quietly added firewood, his slightly sideways face was actually kind of gentle.

The beauty in palace costume didn't look at him.

She just leaned against the window and looked at the snow falling in front of the window lightly.

She has been in the cabin for many days.

The weather was sunny and dark, and the snow was constantly falling.

Several plum blossoms in the courtyard became colder after the frost.

Wu Qun looked at it and suddenly thought of the plum blossoms in the Golden Wind and Drizzle Tower, and the lonely and frantic man on the balcony.

"After you die, what will happen to the Golden Wind and Drizzle Tower?"

she asked suddenly.

It was just a simple question without any emotion.

The young man with a sick face was startled with his fingertips, and said lightly:

"The golden wind and light rain building is the golden wind and light rain of the world, not Su Mengzhen."

Here he laughed again:

"What's more, Wang Xiaoshi and Bai Choufei are also very good."

"Bai Choufei is very ambitious."

Wu Qun stretched out her hand slightly to catch a snowflake, and let it condense into ice crystals in her palm.

Su Mengzhen coughed lightly, shook her head and said:

"But Wang Xiaoshi can always hold him back."

Wu Qun was noncommittal.

The snowflakes are still floating quietly.

It fell on Gao Yun's bun like pearls and emeralds, making the beauty in the ancient smoky palace skirt look even colder.

On December [-]st, the city was covered with heavy snow.

Huizong indulged in pleasure all the year round, and his health was no longer good.It's just that I enjoyed the snow in the garden at night, and I fell ill when I came back, lying on the bed with a sallow complexion.

"Doctor, this..."

Mi Youqiao asked worriedly.

The old imperial doctor cupped his hands and said: "My lord, don't worry, Your Majesty just catches a cold occasionally, it's not a serious problem."

"Wei Chen can prescribe and pay for the medicine."

After Mi Youqiao asked the maid to send the imperial physician out, he was slightly relieved.

At dawn, the medicine is ready.

Huizong coughed and took the medicine: "What time is it?"

"The hour."

Mi Youqiao said carefully.

Huizong nodded slightly: "Let's leave the court affairs to the Grand Master and the Prime Minister in advance."

His voice was hoarse, and it was getting worse.

Mi Youqiao's heart trembled, but he responded in a low voice.

In six and a half minutes:

Di Fei was shocked and carefully put the beauty in the ancient smoky palace dress into the ice coffin.

Xuanbing coffin has the effect of warming and nourishing the corpse.In the past three years, he has changed countless ice coffins just to preserve her body.

The woman in the ice coffin seemed to be asleep quietly.

The long eyelashes are slightly closed like small fans, quietly casting a shadow on the snowy skin.

Di Fei exclaimed: "A Qun, wait a little longer, you will be able to revive your soul after absorbing the real dragon's energy."

Since ancient times, the most beneficial thing for people in the underworld is the emperor's essence and blood.

That quiet, handsome young man in white clothes can exhaust everyone in the world for the sake of Yan Gui.

The emperor in the palace became more and more ill these days.

It has reached the point where there is no cure for medicine and stone.

It was clear that he just felt the wind and cold occasionally, but it didn't get better anyway, and he fell into a coma since yesterday.

This disease is so strange that the imperial physicians in the palace can't cure it.

When the rooster crowed outside the city, a notice to seek medical treatment was posted.

Some people say that Huizong suffered retribution.

In the hut, sandalwood is burning.

Caged on the face of that beautiful woman is charming and moving.

Wu Qun had already fallen asleep, Yan Gui was always a little tired in the room covered with spells.

Su Meng stood by the window quietly watching the snowy sky.

After a while, a snow pigeon flew over against the wind and landed on the shoulder of the young man in green robe.

Su Mengzhen coughed lightly, and slowly removed the note tied on the pigeon's leg:

"Fang Geyin died, and Di Fei was frightened and wanted to kill Huizong to revive his soul."

The sickly young man's clothes were already stained with blood, and his face was even paler under the wind and snow, but his eyes were very gentle:

"The next step is to raise the ghost's life."

That gorgeous ghost was nourished drop by drop with the blood of his heart.

As long as he lives, she will not leave.

He traded his own life for her to be a ghost, and Di Feijing traded the lives of all the people in the world for her to be a ghost.

Even if it is - to risk the world.

The snow fell more and more, and the undercurrent surged in the capital.

The beauty on the snow-capped mountain looked silent, and she seemed a little lonely in her sleep.

Su Mengzhen sighed, and gently picked a plum blossom and placed it beside the beauty's pillow.

He looked at the beauty for a long time, and slightly brushed the tear mole at the corner of his eye with his cold fingertips:

"A skirt."

His eyes were complicated, but finally he said: "You should forget about me."

The sky darkened.

Young Master Qingpao slowly disappeared into the wind and snow.