[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

The alley to the Sui Palace is very long.

Yu Wenhuaji suddenly remembered that it was the same way back then, and he personally sent her to Mount Hua.

The innocent and weak little princess has now turned into a rare beauty in the world. , but the majestic palace walls of the Sui Palace have never changed.

The rain is falling softly, hitting the jade table like broken beads hitting jade.The man frowned and leaned against the curtain lightly, his slender eyelashes cast a shadow under the snowy skin like a small fan.

Yu Wenhuaji walked quietly on one side.

"Are the peach blossoms in Sui Palace still there?"

Wu Qun suddenly asked.

Her voice has long since recovered, and it sounds soft and gentle.

The young man in the vermilion official robe paused his fingertips, and said in a lonely voice: "They are all here, and the new ones will bloom in a few days."

The peach blossoms he gave her in those years when she was young are always there.

Yu Wenhua and his brows were cold, but at this moment they finally felt warm.

Wu Qun turned her head to look at the lonely and cold man, who was always wearing a red robe, strikingly lonely.

"How did you know I'd be back?"

She leaned on her body and leaned out of the bead curtain, stuck out the tip of her tongue to catch the raindrops lightly, and let the coolness slip down between her lips and teeth.

This action provoked the accompanying guards to quickly lower their heads.

If they take a look at this, this life will be over.

Just one look at that kind of beauty is enough to ruin a person's life.

Yu Wenhuaji chuckled and looked back at her through the rain and fog.

"When you were 11, you made a wish under a tree for a goldfinch, I know."

"Every year when the peach blossoms bloom, you have to make a new dress, I know."

"You don't like the dark and gloomy sky in Sui Palace, I know it too."

He told her in a soft and gentle voice: "A Qun, I knew you would come back."

He knew the willful and ruthless under her quiet eyebrows, and knew that one day she would point the cold blade at them, so he has been waiting.

The raindrops wet the man's crown, and his hair slanted across his eyebrows, making him look even more lonely.

Yu Lu walked unhurriedly, with the gurgling water on the blue stone steps.

The glazed jade tiles and towering palace walls are still the same, and it seems that nothing has changed here.

Wu Qun turned sideways and watched quietly.

It was the path to Taixi Palace, she had walked it many times.

Thinking of this, she slightly bent her lips.

The gentleness in the eyes makes the hearts of those outside the curtain soft.

Yu Yu has stopped.

There was another person in the already honorable palace.

"What's your name?"

The blue satin beauty asked softly.

The female official in the palace uniform leaned down slightly: "My maidservant calls Jian Jia."

She is not Jian Jia, she is just called Jian Jia.

Everyone had been killed back then, and Wu Qun let out a dull sigh.

"I'm here, you go back."

She is very interested in Yu Wenhua and Dao.

She didn't turn her head back, she just stood aside with downcast eyes, her temples were scattered on her shoulders, she was gentle and touching.

Yu Wenhuaji's eyes darkened, but he said, "Okay."

Wu Qun didn't go into the hall until the vermilion sleeved robe separated from the rain curtain.

The furnishings in the Taixi Palace are still the same as before, with white snow velvet blankets and porcelain carvings.

Even the burning incense is the same.

Sitting in front of the bronze mirror, Wu Qun frowned slightly.

"Does the princess have a headache?"

Jian Jia asked softly.

They even said the same thing.

The green satin beauty shook her head: "You all go down."

Her voice is very gentle but no one dares to disobey it.

Jian Jia paused slightly with her fingertips, and led everyone back slowly.

The hall was empty and silent.

Wu Qun looked at the phantom face of the beauty in the mirror and suddenly called out: "Second brother."

Her voice was soft and soft, almost sweet to the heart.

But no one in the hall responded.

Wu Qun lowered her eyes faintly, her slender eyelashes covering the expression in her eyes.

The hall was gloomy and gloomy, only agarwood was burning.

The raindrops are lingering outside the window with gaps, and those old peach blossoms are knocked down in the wet mud one by one.

She lay quietly in front of the bronze mirror, her temples scattered on the blue satin dress.

She was silent when she was young, and now she is sad and quiet, but such a weak and helpless posture always makes men feel anxious when they look at her.

Emperor Yangdi sighed, his palms were stained with blood.

"A skirt."

He said softly.

Wu Qun was still lying in front of the bronze mirror, her slender eyelashes trembling slightly: "Why don't you come out?"

Her voice was a little aggrieved and soft.

At that time, Yang Guang thought that this poor little girl who was bullied was trying to kill him.

She is the bird he holds in one hand, no one can call her like that.

But now the one who wronged her is him.

The man laughed at himself in the dark: "I'm afraid I will scare you."

The maniacal, gentle, flamboyant King Jin now looks more and more like the former Sui Emperor in his life-threatening posture.

He hated his father for treating her like that, and finally becoming the same person as him again.

Yang Guang remembered what the deep and noble emperor said to him on the day of the fire in Luoyang, his eyes dimmed.

Wu Qun turned her head slightly.

Her posture of turning around is beautiful, like a gentle and gentle water lotus, so graceful and heart-wrenching.

She looked at the screen in the dark for a long time, and suddenly said: "You haven't looked at me well yet."

She has bloomed and has become the most beautiful flower in the Sui Palace, but the wanton man in the past did not dare to look at her.

Wu Qun waited for a long time.

Finally, she gently got up from the mirror and walked to the screen.

"Did you see me?"

she said.

Emperor Yangdi's palm was dripping with blood, but he said in a deep and gentle voice, "I lost weight."

They all said she was beautiful, only he told her: thinner.

Wu Qun's eyes were sour, but she turned her head slightly.

Until being embraced by someone.

There was an aloes fragrance she liked in that man's arms, which was clean and graceful.

"Cry."

The gentle fingertips gently removed the scattered cloud temples for her, held her in his arms, and swayed her back and forth like a child.

She was born in the Sui Palace with rich clothes and fine food, and she has hardly been wronged.

But when I met that person, I felt a little sad for no reason.

Probably because he was very kind to her, and when he was wronged, he told her to cry and took her to revenge.

Yang Guang caressed the crow-feather-like hair with gentle eyes.

The sky has gradually darkened, and the rain is drowsy.

The man's skirt was also wet.

Wu Qun leaned lightly in the man's arms, and said softly, "You don't have to be afraid of scaring me, I'm also bad."

She was really bad, and those who were kind to her were killed by her.

Yang Guang laughed softly, and said wantonly: "You can be even worse."

He killed his mother and brother, he is a faint king that everyone in the world will follow.

But these are none of her business.

All the bad things are his, she just needs to tell him likes or dislikes.

Wu Qun bent her eyes: "Okay."

The nine princesses have returned to the palace.

The news spread rapidly throughout the streets and alleys of Luoyang.

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling glanced at each other at the noodle stall in the morning market.

"What do you two young heroes want?"

The proprietress wiped the table and asked with a smile.

The folk customs of the Sui Dynasty were open, and there was no boundary between the rivers and lakes and the common people.

Kou Zhong smiled and threw two pieces of broken silver: "Two bowls of Yangchun noodles are fine."

There are people from the Jianghu and ordinary people sitting on this stall.

But such an ordinary noodle stall became extraordinary because of one person.

It was a man holding a knife. There are many swordsmen in the world, but there are very few swordsmen like Yue Shan.

He felt like an impassable mountain just by sitting there.

"Face is good."

The proprietress put the noodles on the table, smiled and went back to the stove.

Kou Zhong gritted his teeth and nodded slightly.

His eyes were dark, but he kept staring at the man in front of him.

Xu Ziling sucked his noodles and kicked him lightly under the table.Only then did Kou Zhong realize that the man had turned around.

He looked at the two young men at the noodle stall.

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling held their breaths, although they were still holding the tooth chopsticks in their hands, their tense bodies were ready to explode at any moment.

The man's aura was too strong, and the sharp blade pressed the man out of breath.

But Kou and Xu are no longer Yangzhou gangsters who just came out of the rivers and lakes, and they don't change their faces at the moment.

Yue Shan narrowed his eyes slightly to regain his momentum, turned around and poured two bowls of wine:

"Wouldn't it be boring to just eat noodles and not drink, brother, would you like a drink?"

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling looked at each other and said with a smile, "Thank you, senior."

As soon as he finished speaking, the wine bowl came from the front, and the saber air was swift and horizontal, and even the bench beside him was shaken backwards.

But the two people on the table were still sitting firmly.

Kou Zhong took the wine and drank it down, laughing loudly: "Good wine."

Yue Shan also smiled: "I hit it off with my little brother, why not come over and have a chat."

The knife beside him is rarely unrecognizable.

Xu Ziling and Kou Zhong have been in the rivers and lakes for a long time, and their horizons have become wider.

"It is rumored that Badao Yueshan has retired, but I didn't expect to meet senior at this small noodle stall today."

Xu Ziling laughed.

Yue Shan shook his head slightly: "I never thought that just eating a bowl of noodles would meet two young people who have practiced the formula of longevity, which is rare in a hundred years."

He had a serious face, but a smile in his tone.

Kou Zhong poured a bowl of wine, raised his eyebrows: "Doesn't this just show our fate with seniors?"

He didn't deny it but was frank and frank, which made Yue Shangao look at him.

He took the wine bowl handed by the young man opposite him and drank it down in one gulp:

"Unexpectedly, there are still people in this Jianghu who remember Yueshan."

After the First Battle of Yanbo Lake, Song Que, the Heavenly Sword, was the only one who talked about swords in the world.

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling naturally knew about that battle, and their hearts were already shocked.Only Yueshan's aura is so domineering, what should Dao Songque be like that day?

All martial arts practitioners yearn for the supreme martial arts.

Yue Shan saw what the two of them were thinking, and said calmly: "The formula of longevity on your body is already the best in the inner family, no less than the Cihang Sword Code of my Demon Sect Tianmo Policy and Cihang Jingzhai."

"It's just that in terms of skill, I'm afraid I have to practice for another ten years before I can compare with Song Que and others."

Tiandao Song Que had touched the threshold of a master ten years ago, and now it is even more unfathomable.

Yue Shan took another sip of wine when he said this.

Kou Zhong glanced at Xu Ziling and said with a smile, "By the way, why did senior come to Luoyang?"

Yue Shan looked at the two with a half-smile: "What do you want to ask?"

Kou Zhong rubbed his nose, and laughed: "The news of the Nine Princesses is everywhere in Luoyang, which is really curious. Seniors also experienced that prosperity back then, but I just wonder how beautiful the Nine Princesses are."

When he said this, Yue Shan stopped his wine bowl.

He looked at the two young men and said suddenly: "I have never seen Princess Nine."

His eyes were strange, and he breathed a sigh of relief and said slowly: "Everyone who has seen her is crazy."

"crazy?"

Xu Ziling frowned.

Yue Shan smiled and nodded: "They are indeed crazy."

Tiandao Song Que, the evil king Shi Zhixuan, Yu Wenhuaji, the first emperor, and the then king Jin.

They were all crazy, crazy about a woman.

This is why Yue Shan came here this time.

Luoyang's undercurrents are surging, and all the undercover agents of the Demon Sect have been eradicated, and blood will flow into rivers once there is a sudden change.

Xu Ziling and Kou Zhong looked at each other, but Yue Shan said with a smile: "Nowadays the world is in turmoil, you two might as well enter my magic door and do something."

Yue Shan's invitation is not as good as Li Xiuning's, and there is still room for him to refuse.

Xu Ziling knew that if the two of them refused, they might not be able to leave this small noodle stall today.

Kou Zhong squinted his eyes, patted Xu Ziling on the shoulder and said with a laugh: "The kid just wants to do this because he lacks a referrer. Now meeting senior is a good thing."

Yue Shan just smiled and said nothing.

Luoyang has a lot of rain in spring, but not many good weather.

Today is rare.

Wu Qun lay down in front of the window coffin bored, and covered her hands behind her back when the clear light fell on her face.

Yang Guang smiled lightly and grabbed the slender finger: "If you are really bored, you might as well go to court with me."

"Is going to court fun?"

Wu Qun blinked and asked softly.

Emperor Yangdi thought for a while, then sneered and said, "A group of people are kneeling below, and it's interesting to change their faces."

Since ancient times, women were not allowed to participate in politics. Wu Qun thought about the appearance of those Confucian officials when they saw her, and couldn't help clapping their hands and laughing first.

She was lying on the man's dragon robe with curved eyebrows and eyes, with a sweet and intoxicating smile on her lips.

Yang Guang hugged her and gently combed her hair.

Zuo Shi knelt aside and did not dare to raise his head. He had seen His Majesty's shocking tenderness these days.

He never left the matter of the Ninth Princess in the hands of others.

With slender hands running through her hair, Wu Qun leaned on him with slightly squinted eyes, like a lazy cat.

It wasn't until the man flicked his forehead lightly that he slowly opened his eyes.

She stretched out her hand to stroke her hair and walked up, then smiled and said, "Chaoyun bun."

Emperor Yang asked someone to bring a mirror, hugged her and smiled lightly, "Do you like it?"

His voice was deep and wanton, his eyes were gentle and crazy.

This bun is only worn by queens.

Everyone in the palace could not help but bow their heads.

The people in the mirror were clouded and their temples were slightly curled up, and their snow-skinned and beautiful face actually lit up the dark palace.

It was a kind of soul-stirring beauty, like the dark twilight slowly blooming at night, killing people with just one glance.

Wu Qun bent her eyes, turned her head and tapped lightly on the man's lips.

"like."

Her voice is soft and soft, which makes people's heart tingle.

Yang Guang touched the place where he was kissed, his eyes were depressed.

It has never happened before for a woman to go to court, even if the late emperor loved the Ninth Princess, he never brought her into the court.

When the courtiers saw a graceful figure sitting in the curtain behind the dragon chair, they couldn't help but explode.

Yu Wenhuaji stood at the head of all the officials, wearing a vermilion official robe, which was much more beautiful than the ordinary hall full of ordinary people.

Wu Qun flicked the bell on her ankle and rested her hands leisurely.

She doesn't speak, but someone always speaks.

Li Wunian glanced at the emerald embroidered shoes, his face was pale, he stepped forward and knelt down on the ground:

"Your Majesty, the court can't play games. It's really inappropriate for a woman to come here."

As soon as he finished speaking, many people knelt down behind him.

Emperor Yangdi smiled in a deep voice, that smile was a little crazy.After a while, he said softly: "I also feel that it is quite inappropriate for you to communicate with Cihang Jingzhai in private."

"Oh, by the way, it seems that the concubine that Mr. Li newly accepted was sent by the Demon Sect."

He clasped his hands wantonly.

These gentle words made everyone in the court change their faces.

With a "puchi", Wu Qun laughed out loud.

That laughter was really touching, like a jewel falling on a plate, gentle and innocent.

But none of the people present dared to look at the face of the person behind the curtain.

Many people already regretted kneeling down with Li Wunian.

They crawled on the ground with sweat on their backs.

No one knows how many people that fatuous and insane emperor has held.

It was too quiet in this hall.

The agarwood was burning slowly, and the sound of ashes falling to the ground was startling.

Until the gentle princess sighed: "What are you looking at me for?"

Who is she asking?

The wind blows the curtain, revealing a hibiscus snow surface with autumn water as the god and jade as the bones, so beautiful that people can't help but hold their breath.

Chai Shao was dumbfounded.

In the past, he only thought that Li Xiuning's appearance was extraordinary, but now that he met the nine princesses, he knew that Li Xiuning was extremely beautiful in the world.

He couldn't lower his head anymore.

The hourglass in the hall was flowing quietly, and the silence was terrifying.

Emperor Sui got up from the dragon chair.

The footsteps sound like stepping on people's hearts, step by step.

He squatted in front of Chai Shao and asked with a chuckle, "Does it look good?"

No one can answer.

Because the head of the young man who was kneeling had already rolled down in the hall.

The blood spattered on Emperor Yangdi's gentle and elegant face, wantonly going crazy.

He had to hold a knife in his hand, with which he had killed his own father himself.

Everyone in the hall held their breath, Li Wunian in front had already passed out.

Outside the window, it began to rain again.

Yu Wenhuaji kept his head down all the time, no one could clearly see the expression in his eyes.