[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

Wu Qun slept for three days.

The hourglass in the house is walking quietly, and the red plums beside the couch have withered a little, scattered slightly outside the cloud temples.

The city has been covered in heavy snow for several days.

Su Mengzhen has already left.

Before finding him, Di Feijing would at least save the emperor's life.

The footprints on the mountain have been covered by fresh snow, and there are only a few fallen plums along the way.

The beauty on the couch finally woke up.

The smoky skirt curled across the fine velvet white blanket, and Wu Qun reached out and gently opened the window.

As soon as the cold wind blew in, the fire in the furnace swayed a few times before it was extinguished.

But the man who was sitting by the fire adding wood was gone.

Wu Qun stared sleepily at the falling snow, but there was no one on the white mountain.Like when she just died.

A man was buried coldly in the river at the ferry.

She already remembered something.

There were four people who came to the ferry to intercept her, but in fact only three came.

That last person stood quietly and gently on the boat.

He neither started nor left, because he came too late and the fight was over.

The clean boy in white just stood on the snowy boat and waited quietly.

He was the last person to see her.

It's a pity that what I saw was her body.

She sank in the icy river from a distance, watching him silently hugging the beauty lying quietly in the snow.Her complexion was still so charming, as if she was asleep.

Leaning obediently in the boy's thin arms.

Wu Qun thought that he must have no smell, like the cleanest snow in this winter.

But the shivering cold water covered her mouth and nose.

"Are you going to bury me in the ground?"

She asked.

The boy didn't answer, maybe he couldn't hear, he just walked in the snow silently holding her.

The young man in green robe who promised to let her go set fire to it when he left, and all the treasures, calligraphy and paintings in the carriage were burnt clean.But only, only she stayed.

It is impossible to struggle in this icy river.

Until a long time passed.

The dust slowly filled the river, she felt very thirsty, and the blue sleeves slowly brushed over the beauty's eyebrows, carrying the aroma of herbs.

It was the smell of human blood.

Yan Gui slightly raised her head and kissed the blue veins lightly.

"If you are lonely, follow him."

A cold voice said.

He seemed to be coughing, and Wu Qun licked the blood stains on the corner of her lips, feeling a little puzzled.

She has forgotten many things, only remembering the feeling of the sharp weapon piercing her heart.

The snow fell even more.

The ferry seems to have lost its life.

Wu Qun saw the boy in white again.

Holding a beautiful woman in an ancient smoke palace dress in his arms, he walked quietly in the snow.

He has been gone for a long time.

"Don't bury me in the ground, the dirt is too cold in winter."

she said softly.

She thought that the boy couldn't hear, so she sighed with some melancholy after she finished speaking.

She was sitting on the steps at the corner of the street, and the boy was not far from her.

Di Fei stopped in shock.

He said, "Okay."

His voice is very clean and gentle.

Wu Qun really wanted to laugh, she wanted to bend the corners of her lips and tell him: "It was a sexy ghost talking to you just now." '

But she didn't laugh because the voice in her head said: Don't laugh.

With a smile, the yang energy dissipated, and I was about to go back to the river.

Wu Qun stared blankly at her heart, and then remembered that she wanted revenge.

The boy in white has left.

The ferry was empty, Yan Gui had no choice but to follow him to see where he was going to take his body.

Di Feijing didn't go very far.

He stopped at the mouth of the river where he left.

Wu Qun watched him gently take off the crane's coat, put the person in his arms on it carefully, and then jumped into the river.

It's still snowing.

There were faint ice chips floating on the surface of the river, and the boy disappeared as soon as he entered the water.

"Fool, what are you doing?"

Yan Gui folded her arms and asked.

Too bad no one answered.

The ferry is more of a sea than a river, and no one knows where it ends.

When Wu Qun sank in the river, she already knew that this place was really too cold.

She waited for a long time, most of the night had passed, and the snow was falling more and more, even the high-cloud bun was stained with mist.

Yan Gui gently shook off the snowflakes falling from his long eyelashes, thinking in his heart: If he doesn't come up again, he might die.

It was finally midnight.

The boy emerged from the water, dragging a large piece of ice in his hand.

Wu Qun watched quietly as he put the ice on the ground and dived into the water again.

I vaguely understood in my heart.

It was colder in the river than on the shore, and some ice had condensed in the ice eyes in the depths.

after a long time.

The boy in white finally came back.

His complexion turned paler, his lips lost all color, and even some ice crystals condensed on his hair.

But he was still so quiet and gentle with his head down.

Wu Qun sighed.

She really didn't understand this boy.

Why bother with a dead man?

The snow was coldly covering the ice, and Di Fei was silently carving an ice coffin with a dagger.

The sky was gloomy, as if there was no sunrise.

The snow in the ferry also fell for several days in succession.

Wu Qun raised her hand to watch him carving, melting the ice piece by piece.

He kept his head down all the time, so that people could not see his eyebrows clearly.

But the curvature of the jaw is lonely and beautiful.

"Carve plum blossoms."

Yan ghost way.

The young man's pale hands paused, and unexpectedly a branch of Samantha really carved out, vividly imprinted on the bottom of the coffin.

On the fourth day, the ice coffin was finally carved.

Wu Qun stood up slightly. There was a small road outside the ferry, and some people would pass by sporadically.Yan Gui also went there in her free time, but no one could see her.

She knew that the boy couldn't see her.

Di Feijing gently put the sleeping beauty on the crane's head into the ice coffin, and straightened her sleeves.

"Are you afraid of water?"

he asks.

Who is he asking?

Yan Gui was slightly taken aback, slowly shook his head and said: "With a coffin, I won't be afraid."

Her voice is very moving, like the old Yan Jun, a little hoarse.

The boy nodded: "There are people from the imperial court guarding this ferry, so I can't send you out."

He paused and said again: "I know there is an ice hole at the bottom of the river, you sleep there first, and I will pick you up later."

Wu Qun lowered her eyebrows quietly, she didn't remember anything, she didn't remember who killed her, and she didn't remember why the court wanted her.

It snowed heavily.

But there is a faint sign of sunrise behind the mountain.

Yan Gui thought for a while and said, "Could you bring me an umbrella when you come back later, an umbrella dyed with ancient plums."

Di Fei turned his head slightly in shock, and heard her say: "I like plum blossoms."

Can't help but bend the corners of the lips:

"it is good."

He had a nice smile, quiet and handsome, but such a young man kept his head down.

Wu Qun also softened her brows and eyes: "I want to see you, why don't you raise your head?"

"Because I have a disability."

He said casually.

This is not something that cannot be said. Di Feijing has heard too many regrets.

But Yan Gui just asked him: "Does it hurt?"

Wu Qun reached out and caressed the protruding vertebrae. Her fingertips were cold, like snow, but gentle.

"I was stabbed once, and the pain was already excruciating."

"You must be in pain too."

she said softly.

Di Fei lowered his eyes in shock, he could feel the ice-cold jade fingertips across his neck, and the faint plum fragrance between his sleeves.

"what's your name?"

he asks.

Wu Qun blinked slowly, letting the mist from her long eyelashes cast a shadow on her snow-white face.

"My name is Aqun."

"A skirt of a dress."

Snow slowly overshadowed the voice of Yan Jun, the young man thought a few times, and slowly said in his mouth:

"I'm Di Feijing."

"You don't have to remember it."

"why?"

Yan Gui lightly leaned on the young man's shoulder with some doubts.

Di Fei laughed in surprise: "I heard that people's memory will gradually fade after death. It's too hard to remember someone desperately."

Wu Qun lowered her eyebrows and heard him whisper:

"You don't have to remember Di Feijing, I will tell you the next time we meet."

His voice was gentle, but it made Yan Gui a little sad.

Wu Qun thought about it carefully, and suddenly grabbed the boy's hand.

"You can touch me."

She held his hand and gently slid it over the corners of her eyebrows and eyes, the young man's fingertips were slightly astringent.

People are always afraid of being ugly after death.

Wu Qun paused and said again: "In case I don't look as good as the one in the ice coffin, you should recognize me at a glance."

Di Feijing smiled lightly:

"it is good."

The snow gradually stopped.

The ice coffin also sank to the bottom of the river, and the ferry was as calm as when it came.

Di Fei waited for three years.

The ghost is finally back.

On the snow mountain:

Wu Qun stretched out her hand to catch the falling snowflakes, seeing it condense into ice crystals in her palm, she couldn't help feeling a little melancholy.

She remembered, that boy's name was Di Feijing.

December [-]th.

Huizong was seriously ill.

In the past few days, famous doctors from all over the world have come to the palace for treatment, but they are helpless.

The court has become a situation where Cai Jing and Fu Zongshu divide the world.

Su Mengzhen knew that Huizong could not die at this time, and the precarious Northern Song Dynasty could no longer lose a ruler, even if he was fatuous and incompetent.

The sky was gloomy, and a sick young man in a green robe slowly stepped into the palace.

But there was a boy sitting on the high glazed tile.

A quiet, handsome young man with his head down.

"Di Fei was shocked."

Su Mengzhen said lightly.

Di Fei sighed: "I don't want you to come."

His tone was still very gentle, like a young man who didn't know anything, but it was such a young man who committed the act of killing the king and offering sacrifices to heaven.

Su Mengzhen coughed lightly: "You knew I would come."

His complexion was pale, and the memory of the ghost gradually came to life, but his illness became more and more serious.

Raising ghosts is essentially exchanging lives for lives.

"Why did you kill her?"

The boy in white lowered his eyes and asked.

Su Mengzhen paused slightly with her fingertips, and the knuckles holding the green robe turned white:

"Because she doesn't die, the Song-Jin alliance will not be broken."

His tone was light, no emotion could be heard.

Di Fei laughed in surprise: "Then why did you lure her into a prostitute?"

A layer of white snow had fallen on the steps outside the palace, and the majestic palace walls looked a little dilapidated due to the emperor's serious illness.

This is where Su Mengzhen is sincere.

After a long time, the sick young man said slowly: "She once told me that she didn't want to die."

"I lied to her after all."

He was already coughing badly, and his clothes were stained with blood.

Di Fei looked at the snow falling under the eaves quietly: "She slept there for three years."

His eyes were very quiet, and he just asked softly:

"Do you know how cold the river at that ferry is?"