[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

It is drizzling outside, and the willow silk hanging down is also flirtatious and contemptuous.

Wu Qun gently pushed open the window.

Then I saw the swordsman sitting under the peach tree drinking wine.

The slanted crown is slightly scattered, and Shen Jun's brows and eyes are wild and upright.

The beauty in Tsing Yi lay quietly on the window coffin, she might be looking at the peach tree, or maybe she was looking at the man under the tree.

After a while, Youyou sighed and asked, "Song Que, do you want to be emperor?"

The drinking man paused with his fingertips: "Thought about it."

His tone was light, but he suddenly remembered the words of Emperor Sui on the golden jade tile:

'Only the emperor can keep her in this world. '

The rain hit the inclined crown, Song Que sneered, and drank the wine in the altar in one gulp.

Wu Qun rolled her eyes: "I want to go back to the Sui Palace."

The voice was very soft, like the wind, but it bewitched the man's mind:

"Song Que, will you take me back to Sui Palace?"

The master of policy clothes closed his eyes and remained silent.

He seemed to be drunk, but the hand holding the handle of the knife was already soaked with blood.

It was almost dark, the man said slowly:

"it is good."

The courtyard has fallen silent.

Wu Qun gently closed her eyes and leaned on her snowy wrist, her temples were covered with blue satin, making her even more charming.

It was a gentle and weak beauty, like the misty and amorous south of the Yangtze River, which attracted men in the world to bow down.

When Concubine Shi Xuan saw her, she suddenly understood why there were so many beauties ten years ago, but no one could take away her charm.

She is the last glory of the Sui Palace.

But now that incomparably noble little princess wants to destroy the glazed jade tile with her own hands.

Shi Feixuan looked at the beauty in front of the window with complicated eyes.

She didn't speak, but quietly watched the blue satin spread like water lotus.

Wu Qun closed her eyes slightly, letting the raindrops fall down her long eyelashes, and the raindrops hit her slightly moist lips, like a crane from a distant mountain, taboo and shimmering.

She slept for a long time, and Shi Feixuan waited for a long time.

Until the rain gradually stopped and the night became slightly cooler.

The blue satin beauty's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

She didn't look at Shi Feixuan, but at the peach tree in the courtyard.

Those fallen petals were driven into the soil.

"You have the aura of Heshibi."

Wu Qun sighed lightly.

Shi Feixuan did not deny it, she looked at the beauty and said suddenly: "I thought the princess would support Your Majesty."

Why would a princess who has been favored by two generations of emperors trick Song Que into rebellion?

This is what Concubine Shixuan is most puzzled about.

The blue satin beauty smiled lightly.

She was really beautiful when she smiled, her eyes were curved like crescent moons, she was gentle and touching, but that gentleness seemed to be unreasonably melancholy through the mist and mist.

Wu Qun slightly tapped her upper lip with her fingertips and hissed softly:

"This Sui Palace is very dirty."

She turned her head slightly, and looked softly at the fairy covered in white gauze in front of her.

With such a beauty, even Buddhist disciples like Shi Feixuan couldn't help being a little distracted, not to mention those heroes who intend to compete in the Central Plains.

They are all pawns at the fingertips of that beauty.

Concubine Shixuan sighed inwardly:

"Can the princess let the common people live?"

The green satin beauty smiled lightly, and walked in front of her barefoot.

Although the rain has stopped, the dewdrops floating on the lotus leaves are crumbling.

"I thought you were stronger than Fan Qinghui, but it seems that's all."

Wu Qun said softly, leaning against her ear with her side on her temples.

The voice was beautiful, like the heavy rain and fog in the night, gentle and cold.

She reached out to catch the falling peach blossoms and let them dissipate like ashes at her fingertips.

Concubine Shi Xuan lowered her head to feel the lotus pattern falling down, until the beauty curled away.

After teasing the Fairy Qing Jing, Wu Qun felt a little bored.

"Aren't you leaving yet?"

Concubine Shixuan lowered her eyebrows and said indifferently: "Feixuan came here this time to invite the princess to Dita Peak to cultivate herself."

"Wait until the fighting subsides before going down the mountain."

"Do you want to exchange He's Bi?"

Wu Qun smiled lightly.

Her tone was casual, but Shi Feixuan said solemnly: "If we can stop fighting with Shibi, Feixuan is willing to hand it over to the princess for safekeeping."

Wu Qun shook her head slightly: "But I don't want it anymore."

Concubine Shixuan was about to say something, but she heard the green satin beauty say quietly: "You go, if you don't go, I will be angry."

Shi Feixuan is indeed smarter than Fan Qinghui.

It was late at night.

The outsider sighed softly:

"A Qun has never been so kind before."

The man had stood outside the door for a long time, and did not make a sound until Shi Feixuan left.

Wu Qun turned around: "Should I call you Mrs. Pei or Shi Zhixuan?"

Her tone was soft, but a little cold after all.

Shi Zhixuan laughed lightly: "It's Pei Ju, of course it's also Shi Zhixuan."

This person still looks like Zhilan Yushu ten years ago, standing with his hands behind his back without losing his madness.

But the little princess who was imprisoned on the magpie stage back then has grown up.

She looked at the elegant man and bowed slightly.

The blue satin hangs on the ground, and the scattered clouds brush the amorous eyebrows and eyes:

"This gift is to thank the Taifu for saving me."

Her tone was alienated, but Shi Zhixuan still had a smile on his face.

"Does Ah Qun just want to tell me this?"

The man stretched out his hand to gently support the beauty, his eyes gradually darkened.

But Wu Qun smiled slightly: "Teacher once saved me, and also used me to break through emotional barriers, and now it is considered equal."

After she finished speaking, she was about to leave, but someone grabbed her waist tightly:

"What if the emotional barrier has never been broken?"

Shi Zhixuan said in a deep voice word by word.

They were so close that they could clearly see the weak and charming tear mole under the corner of the beauty's eyes.

Wu Qun bent the corner of her lips, lightly bit the man's slightly rolling Adam's apple, and said softly:

"That's none of my business."

That little princess has always been capricious and ruthless.

Shi Zhixuan smiled in a deep voice, slowly tightened his hands around his waist, lowered his head and whispered in the beauty's ear:

"Have I ever taught you before, to be submissive in front of those who are stronger than you?"

There was a hint of danger in his tone.

Wu Qun narrowed her eyes and provocatively: "The Tai Tuo only taught Ah Qun to live and kill, but now it's not true."

She is his unbreakable emotional barrier, so naturally he can do whatever he wants at the tip of his heart.

What Sui Emperor held was the world, but what the Nine Princesses held was Pei Ju's emotional heart.

Shi Zhixuan chuckled wantonly: "Ah Qun has grown up."

He knew that she was willful and ruthless, and that she would come back eventually.

So he let that emotional disorder haunt him until today.

He knew that the weak and innocent little princess on the stage would show her fangs to him one day.

That's more interesting, isn't it?

She had never disappointed him before, Shi Zhixuan's eyes gradually darkened.

The night was dark, and even the stars dimmed.

Outside Yangzhou City, Hou Xibai lay in the grass holding his breath.

He was stabbed in the shoulder, and the blood slowly flowed down the white clothes to the ground.

The footsteps were getting closer.

The figure hidden in the fog chuckled: "Why don't you come out?"

No one speaks.

Blood was dripping in front of Yang Xuyan's sword, and he walked slowly forward.

He knows the prey is here.

And hunters are often very patient.

The grass was gently blown by the wind, and the rustling sound was like a reminder in the forest.

Yang Xuyan listened sideways, and suddenly said:

"Why are you hiding?"

He smiled again when he said this: "I have good news for you."

"Master went to that hut personally tonight."

"Presumably it won't be tomorrow, and you will be able to reunite underground."

The Shadow Assassin spoke with a smile, but his eyes were serious, staring at the wind and grass in the forest.

When Hou Xibai heard the hut, his breath was slightly flustered, and blood drops slowly dripped from his forehead.

Yang Xuyan smiled slightly, and the body that was originally on his back suddenly turned around.

Butian Pavilion is good at assassination, hunting prey in the dark.

Naturally know how to attack the heart first.

He deliberately mentioned the hut just now in order to let Hou Xibai reveal himself.

And he really didn't let him down.

The lore sword had already been thrust out, but Yang Xuyan slowly stopped.

Because there is an extra fan behind him.

The fan went straight through the heart like a sharp knife.

Hou Xibai looked embarrassed, and his white clothes were soaked with blood on the side of his right shoulder.

He looked at the dying man and asked hoarsely, "What did you just say?"

"The person in that house is dead."

Yang Xuyan hissed and laughed.

He said that blood flowed from his mouth, but he still insisted: "You didn't win."

Hou Xibai paused with his fingertips, and slowly pulled out the fan.

Yang Xuyan is dead.

Thunder and lightning flashed outside the sky, and it rained heavily in an instant.

It landed on the man's blood-stained eyebrows.

Hou Xibai's shoulder was still dripping with blood, but the hand holding the folding fan was clenched tightly.

The heavy rain poured down on the jade crown, and the gentle man in white slowly raised his head.

The bloodstains at the corners of the eyes are inexplicably palpitating.

It rained harder and harder.

Hou Xibai walked towards the hut with his folding fan.

He was already injured, and every step was even more difficult.When I got to the outside of the alley, I fell down and got up again and continued to walk while holding on to the wall.

There were bloodstains all over the wall, which was wet by the rain and flowed down the bluestone steps.

Hou Xibai spat out blood, gasped for breath and continued to move forward.

The alley is not long.

He has come to an end.

The candles in the courtyard were still on, and the slender figure in front of the window was swaying slowly.

Hou Xibai breathed a sigh of relief, a smile gradually appeared in his eyes.

But in the next second, his eyes froze.

Because there are more people behind that.

The man was dressed in a deep robe, as clear and wild as bamboos in front of the court—it was Shi Zhixuan.

Outside the door, the young man in white clasped his palms tightly, but Shi Zhixuan reached out and gently wrapped his arms around the figure in front of the window.

"A skirt."

He sighed as if satisfied.

Wu Qun turned her face slightly but did not resist.

She is extremely beautiful with her eyes closed, and she is as weak as a water lily, which makes the man unable to help but have other thoughts.

Shi Zhixuan chuckled, and kissed the beauty's chin slowly.

The candlelight reflected the gentle figure in the courtyard, making it look charming and lingering.

Hou Xibai quietly lowered his eyes.

But the palm had already been poked with bloodstains.

He left slowly, step by step, just like when he came.

The rain is getting heavier.

Yuwen valve:

The man in the vermilion official robe leaned on the table with one hand, his gaze unpredictable.

"Where did this painting come from?"

The dark guard lowered his head and said cautiously: "It came from Zuichun Tower in Bashu."

"It is said that before the auction that day, the amorous son Hou Xibai redeemed the woman with ten thousand taels of gold."

After he finished speaking, he quietly knelt aside and didn't dare to say more.

Yu Wenhuaji closed his eyes slightly, hiding the gloomy murderous intent in his pupils: "Go and check."