Chapter 162 Loyalty and traitor, good and evil

However, it was said that Zhu Zimo's failure to return all night and the situation he told after his return inspired Song Xian to visit Yuze. After investigating for so long, the matter is still a bit confusing. It's true that Han Zhouzhou is not a superficial person, but he is also elegant.

Wherever I go, Yuze is not an ordinary woman, and Han Chanzhou is indeed a cunning and cunning person...

Song Xian tossed and turned and couldn't sleep: I have to save her, I have to save her...

He almost rolled out of bed several times while sleeping, and finally could no longer sleep. After rolling off for the fifth time, he got up and changed his clothes. He was wearing light equipment and a silk sword.

The evening breeze from the West Lake blew quietly into the courtyard of Han Mansion, and the winding path led to the heart-stopping cold. The night sky shrouded his heart, and Song Xian suddenly felt a little depressed.

Song Xian was not as stupid as Zi Mo and fell into the flower bed. He ran back and forth several times skillfully, and then rolled forward without even leaving a shadow. But the only fly in the ointment was that there was a clicking sound in the cracks of the tiles.

But no one could hear it except Song Xian himself. It was easy

When he went outside Yuze's house, he just poked a hole in the paper window. He couldn't help but be shocked. There was dense water on the other side of the hole. There was no Yuze, only a man taking a bath. Song Xian was almost stunned: Oh, this Han Zhouzhou is really

Awesome, I keep changing houses for Yuze to live in... So, where is Yuze?

Seeing the man rubbing his back, Song Xian felt awkward for a while, so he immediately left to look at another room. He was very unlucky. Just as he was about to poke a hole, the door happened to open at this time. The woman who opened the door and came out,

I don’t know who is the wife of Han Xianzhou. Her voice was so loud that it was deafening. Song Xian didn’t have time to cover her mouth. The window next door clicked.

As soon as there was a sound, there was wind behind him. Song Xian drew his sword and immediately pulled Mrs. Han's back. He saw that the foreign aid on the opposite side was the man who was just taking a bath. He was only wrapped in a bath towel and had a masculine weapon in his hand, a mace.

, Song Xian joked: "The imperial concubine is out of the bath..." Mrs. Han was so frightened that her face turned pale: "Guard Yang, save me! Save me!"

That guard’s surname is also Yang! Song Xian smiled: “I’m from this family! My surname is Yang too!”

Guard Yang said angrily: "Let Madam go, otherwise you're welcome!"

Song Xian snorted: "So what if I don't let you go?"

Mrs. Han was shocked and shouted: "Help! Help!"

The sound was effective enough. After a while, the mantra of the soldiers of the Han Dynasty, "Catch the Assassin," was heard one after another in the mansion. Before long, the corridor was surrounded by a crowd of people.

Song Xian smiled, he had no intention of leaving, his purpose of coming here was just to find Yu Ze.

Mrs. Han cried loudly: "Master, Master! Help..." Song Xian was startled. Sure enough, Han Yuzhou was also disturbed. Among the crowd, he showed his majesty: "Where did you come from as an assassin? How dare you break the law at the feet of the emperor!"

Song Xian snorted: "I wonder who broke the law first? My sister-in-law has been detained in your house for several days. I just want to take her away!"

"Your sister-in-law?" Han Yuzhou couldn't help but be startled, "How come the Han family has your sister-in-law?"

Mrs. Han's face turned pale: "Master... I haven't done anything to regret you..." Her mind is really stupid.

Yang Songxian didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I'm not talking about you, how come my sister-in-law is the same as you? Her surname is Lan and her given name is Yuze."

Han Zhouzhou exclaimed: "So you are the Yang Songxian Yang Shaoxia Yang Zhou mentioned? It is said that Zhusi's swordsmanship is so proficient that all my subordinates want to ask for advice."

Song Xian said coldly: "I'm not here for a martial arts competition. Let Yuze out!"

Han Kanzhou smiled: "If you can defeat my right and left hand, you can consider it. Yixian, Dafang, which one of you will go first?"

Leng Yixian couldn't wait to stand up and put both palms up. Song Xian pushed Mrs. Han aside, and immediately stepped forward to receive the palm. After receiving the first palm, he found out the truth and the truth, and knew that he would win.

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"Yixian is one of the best guards in Han Mansion." Han Xuanzhou praised softly with confidence.

Song Xian smiled: "It's no wonder, there are people visiting Han Mansion every day..." He picked up the sword easily, like a winding thread, the sword flower pushed back the virtual object in Leng Yixian's hand, like a tsunami pushing back small waves.

From the second sword, Song Xian started the main attack

, the sword technique that sneaks into the night with the wind and moistens things silently is delicate and graceful. The sword edge outlines a picture of drizzle in the dark night. Leng Yixian can't stand his speed and connotation. In the eyes of the onlookers, Song Xian is using it.

It's not a sword at all, but thousands of sharp needles!

Han Kanzhou stroked his beard and looked at it with admiration, with a smile on his face: "He is really a... rare talent..."

Seeing that Leng Yixian was about to lose, Yang Dafang couldn't hold his breath. He put on his clothes and quickly stepped in to relieve Leng Yixian's crisis. His mace was full of sharp points, as if he was poking a hole, and then

Song Xian is so brave, how can he be afraid?

Afraid? A sword hit the target, revealing his sharp edge. He also had deep internal strength. When the sword struck, the stick was broken into two pieces. Leng Yixian was shocked and added another palm. Song Xian nimbly dodged and walked around behind him.

Kicked him in the back: "Cheng Rang!"

Han Kanzhou hid his joy under his appearance and winked at the man in green clothes next to him. The man in green clothes immediately drew out a sword. With the sound of the hard weapon being drawn out, the man in green clothes had already moved forward with the sword. Song Xian raised the sword.

Suddenly blocked, both of them took a few steps back. Song Xian's right shoulder felt a sharp pain, it turned out that it had been injured by the sword energy: "What a sword!"

The man in green didn't say anything, and struck straight with his sword again. The sword energy was already close to him long before the sword. Song Xian avoided the sword energy. Unexpectedly, his sword had changed and he was approaching in front of him. Song Xian was shocked and said, "What's next?"

He raised his head and slashed across with the Silk Sword. When he pulled it back, half of the hole was missing. He knew that he had encountered a powerful enemy!

Han Yuzhou smiled: "Wen Jing, you can protect Tan Jing. This person ranks very high in the world..."

"So it's Ye Wenjing from Jingkou?" Song Xian was surprised, "No wonder it's such a good sword, but the swordsmanship is not that strong!" Now that he knows himself and his enemy, he is no longer afraid of the sword. He concentrates and holds his breath to resist the sword energy that is more powerful than the sword.

Song Xian used his inner strength to protect his heart while making moves. The wind of the sword was calm and leisurely, as gentle as light clouds and fine water. The clouds were like silk, the water was like silk, and the sword was also like silk. Ye Wenjing couldn't help but be surprised. He grew up in Jingkou and was deeply impressed by the majesty of the sword.

Bian Zhengliu was used to it, how had he ever seen such soft and delicate swordsmanship, which contained strength in softness and softness in hardness, and Song Xian's defense was so thorough that he couldn't find any flaws!

The sword of deep love is as thin as mist, and the sword of divine form is as thin as silk.

It was the first time I tried to embody love in the sword. The love in it was so delicate that it was hard to detect, but it was entwined and lingering. It was soft yet tenacious, and it was always entwined.

Ye Wenjing could only defend under the sword net, and the onlookers were almost suffocated. Seeing Ye Wenjing retreating continuously along the back road, the others shouted in unison. Han Yuzhou did not show surprise, but clapped his hands calmly.

Ye Wenjing put away his sword, and Song Xian also sheathed his sword.

Song Xian suddenly felt a burning sensation on his shoulders, and the burning became more and more uncomfortable. At this moment, he heard her soft voice: "Song Xian..."

Who can be like her, who can heal his wounds when he is in pain? Song Xian felt a sense of coolness, and the owner of the love he had always wanted to guard and protect walked through the crowd.

Is the condensation in her eyes love, or is it an incomprehensible sentimentality? She frowned, and there were already tears in her eyes. Song Xian wanted to speak, but couldn't.

Yuze came to see his wound, and his anxiety was palpable. When everyone saw this pair of beauties, they were truly a match made in heaven. They were flawless and beautiful. Who would step forward to stop the scenery? Yuze pulled off a corner of his skirt, and Song Xian hurriedly snatched it away.

Come over: "I'll do it myself..."

He bandaged his shoulders haphazardly, but the effect was obvious.

Seeing that he failed several times, Yuze chuckled, forgetting that there were people watching beside him: "You, you always like to show off..." He snatched it away and bandaged Song Xian, Ye Wenjing looked on, suddenly wondering if

Intentional, actually laughed out loud

Lan Yuze noticed the meaning of his smile and suddenly thought of Sheng Nan. Tears were on the verge of falling. He stopped his smile and tied a knot for Song Xian. Song Xian couldn't help but let out a slight cry, and Yuze said softly: "Hit."

Once a knot is tied, it will never be loosened..."

Han Yuzhou smiled and said: "Young Master Yang is really outstanding in martial arts. Wen Jing, your escort agency is in danger." In one sentence, a fight can be turned into friendship!

Ye Wenjing said: "Brother Yang is so skillful. I am really in for a treat today!"

Song Xian gave a perfunctory smile and immediately turned to Han Kanzhou: "I came here just to take her away."

Han Yuzhou smiled: "Don't get me wrong, Young Master Yang. I just appreciate Miss Lan's talent and temperament. If the young knight named Lin Qian comes in person, I will definitely return Miss Lan. Otherwise, how will I know if you are Yun Mengze's generation?"

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Song Xian said angrily: "If you think of me as Yun Mengze's disciple, you are looking down on me!"

Han Yuzhou said softly: "Don't worry, Miss Lan is much safer in Han Mansion than other places. Recently I heard that there are a lot of chaos in Huainan. When the storm is over, I will return Miss Lan."

Yu Ze's face turned pale after hearing the word "Lin Qian": "Song Xian, you go first."

"But..." Before Song Xian finished speaking, Yu Ze had already turned around and left.

The breeze blew away her fragrance, leaving only the corner of her skirt and the reddish blood stain.

Song Xian watched her back go away until she turned the corner. He also understood that although Han Kanzhou's reason was high-sounding, it was reasonable, so he turned around helplessly: "Goodbye."

After that, he left without looking back.

Han Kunzhou sighed softly: "It would be great if I had such talents by my side..."

Leng Yixian and Yang Dafang lowered their heads in shame, Ye Wenjing said softly: "Actually, Mr. Han can definitely recruit him for his own use."

Han Yuzhou was stunned for a moment and said nothing.
Chapter completed!