When she saw the deserted street, Her Royal Highness the Princess and the couple walked into Prince Ning's Mansion. The swordsman, standing proudly on the top of the tower, with his clothes flying under the cold moonlight, smiled slightly.
The blade of his low-hanging sword was stained with traces of blood. The blood rolled down along the blade. When it reached the tip of the sword, it condensed into a glistening drop of blood.
With a ticking sound, the blood droplets could not withstand the force. They dripped from the tip of the sword and fell on a tile at the foot, splattering into a bright snowflake.
The cool breeze blows, and the swordsman's clothes are flying. Under the scattered moonlight... the cold silver glow shines on the autumn-like sword edge, reflecting a stunning cold light.
"It's finally over!" Seeing the door of Prince Ning's Mansion closed, the swordsman's cold and numb face also showed a trace of fatigue. After taking a long breath, he inserted the sword in his hand into the scabbard.
Along the way, no less than thirty people died under his sword. I don’t know where these people came from, but they were all as good as ten. Moreover, they were murderous, cold-blooded, and extremely cruel.
Even though this swordsman was extremely skilled in martial arts, he followed him all the way. After more than ten fights, he couldn't help but feel exhausted both physically and mentally.
The wind blew, and the long ink-like hair swept across the knife-edge cheeks, revealing a pair of eyes that were more beautiful and hazy than the bright moonlight.
The cool evening breeze brought fresh air, which reduced the lingering smell of blood.
The swordsman looked at the solemn palace gate below the tower, and saw dim lanterns swaying in the wind on both sides of the palace gate under the heavy night.
Very warm!
A gratified smile appeared on the swordsman's cheek...so charming.
After taking a steady look at the closed door, the swordsman sighed slightly in his heart; it was time for him to leave, there were still many things to do.
Turning around to leave, he heard the sound of a creaking wooden door opening behind him.
The swordsman stopped and turned around to take a look.
The wooden door that was closed just now was opened a crack.
The scholar who had just escaped from danger was now looking out furtively. His expression was very funny, like a playful child.
What is he going to do?
The swordsman looked at the scholar at the door, frowned and said in confusion.
In the gentle evening breeze, the lights swayed. The spots of light reflected on the ground under the lanterns also swayed.
There was no one on the quiet street. Occasionally, fallen flowers appeared from the treetops... falling slowly, and gently clinging to the ground. The petals trembled gently when the wind blew.
After checking it for a while, the scholar finally opened the door.
He was holding a wooden tray in his hand, and on the wooden tray were two full bowls of wine.
The scholar carefully carried the drink and walked outside the door. He looked around and glanced around. Perhaps because he didn't see anything, he sighed in disappointment after a while.
Putting the wooden plate on the ground, he picked up a bowl of wine. He raised it towards the attic where the swordsman was for a moment, and when he was about to drink it all, he seemed to think of something. Then, he saw the scholar holding the wine.
Bowl, after thinking for a while, he cleared his throat in a ridiculous manner and sang a ditty.
The tune in the minor key is melodious and melodious, just like the voice of a lark. If it is sung well, it should be very pleasant to listen to. But when it was sung by this scholar, not a single sentence was in tune.
However, his memory was very good and he didn't make any mistakes in singing the lyrics.
The scholar was shaking his head and singing, which naturally alarmed everyone in the house. Not long after, someone poked his head out of the door and looked at the scholar strangely.
"Singing over wine, how bright the moon is!" The scholar was found to be in such an embarrassing situation, and his face did not turn red, and his heart did not beat. He turned his head away, smiled at the people behind him, and said so.
Phew………………
Seeing the scholar concealing his embarrassment in such a serious manner, the swordsman on the tower couldn't help but laugh.
Under the silver moonlight, the swordsman pursed his lips and smiled, his body trembling slightly. He must have been amused by the scholar's appearance. Every move he made, every smile and every frown, was unparalleled.
It’s a drinking song!
The swordsman listened to the scholar's off-key singing, with a smile in his hazy eyes like autumn water, and thought in his heart.
The scholar found a branch in his hand, and after directing the crowd to sing the song, he turned around, picked up the wine cup again, saluted the vast night sky, the beautiful night sky, and then looked up.
Start and drink it all in one gulp.
Putting down the wine bowl, the scholar still refused to give up and scanned the dark night around him. However, the surroundings were still silent and there was no trace.
After a long time, the scholar finally gave up.
He shook his head and smiled, bowed his hands to the deserted night. Then he turned around and walked away, waving to the astonished people behind him before heading back home.
On the tower, the swordsman sighed deeply in his heart when he saw that the scholar was about to leave.
His eyes focused on the wooden plate in front of the door, the clear wine bowl reflecting the moonlight. The swordsman smiled and was about to jump down.
But when he saw the scholar who was about to enter the door, he suddenly stopped and glanced around again.
How cunning!
The swordsman was startled, stopped quickly, looked down at him and glared at him fiercely.
The scholar had gained nothing, and he really didn't insist anymore. However, when he was about to enter the door, he suddenly stretched out his finger, put it on his lips, and gave it a kiss with a Buzz sound.
Then, stretch out your palms, puff up your cheeks, and blow gently.
On the tower, the swordsman had some enlightenment, and unexpectedly stretched out his hand to catch the invisible thing.
After realizing his gaffe, the swordsman blushed, cursed, took his hand back angrily, and wiped it on his clothes.
The wooden door was shut with a creak, and the light at the door was dim.
After waiting quietly on the tower for a long time, I saw that the wooden door never opened again.
At this time, the swordsman stepped lightly and floated down from the tower as light as a feather.
Move away and go up the steps.
Looking at the bowl of wine on the wooden plate, the swordsman smiled, picked up the bowl and took a sip.
It's sweet, not too strong!
It’s rice wine!
The swordsman smiled and said in his heart.
Pushing open the door, Liu Qingqing and Princess Ankang were sitting opposite, smiling and talking.
Seeing Lu Heng come in, the two women stopped talking.
Princess Ankang quietly took her hand back from Liu Qingqing's hand and moved her eyes to the side.
Obviously, she didn't want to see this scholar.
Well, especially the scholar's eyes that kept blinking at him.
Really annoying!
Princess Ankang said angrily in her heart.
On the side, Liu Qingqing saw Princess Ankang's expression, and then turned her head with a sneer. She felt that these two people were interesting, so she covered her mouth and snickered.
She stood up and walked to Lu Heng's side.
He stretched out his hand to pull Lu Heng's gown, arranged it carefully, and asked softly, "Uncle, have you seen that person outside?"
"No!" Lu Heng shook his head in disappointment, put his arms around Liu Qingqing's waist, kissed her gently on her smooth forehead, and said with a smile.
"Uncle!" Liu Qingqing blushed, lowered her head and scolded.
"Haha!" Lu Heng felt happy when he saw this woman being so embarrassed. The trace of disappointment and sadness just now dissipated a lot.
The woman glared at him fiercely and wanted to say something to him. However, when she laughed, a look of regret flashed in her eyes. Liu Qingqing panicked and quickly grabbed Lu Heng's arm and spoke.
Asked; "Uncle, what's going on?"
"Oh, I'm a little disappointed that I didn't find anyone!" Lu Heng sighed, said this and then shook his head with a wry smile.
"Seeing that you are so handsome, is it possible that the swordsman is a woman?" After hearing this, Princess Ankang sneered. She turned her head, looked at Lu Heng and sneered. The look of contempt in her eyes was self-evident.
"Ha!" Lu Heng glanced at her in surprise, rubbed his chin, nodded and said, "I thought it was an acquaintance, well, a woman. But even she is not as big as the princess!"
What scale?
Princess Ankang was confused after hearing this. She turned around and met Lu Heng's sexy eyes, which were staring at her plump breasts, as if she was appreciating something... her eyes were full of interest.
"You!" Princess Ankang subconsciously raised her hand to cover her chest. Her beautiful eyes stared at Lu Heng with burning eyes.
"Your Highness, do you like papaya?" Lu Heng withdrew his gaze... picked up a cup of tea on the table, took a sip, and asked lightly.
"I like it!" Princess Ankang nodded subconsciously, but... after the words came out, she felt that the atmosphere was not right. She looked at Lu Heng with a straight face, then turned her head to the side and coldly snorted, "None of your business!"
"No wonder!" Lu Heng glanced at Princess Ankang, well, Princess Ankang's breasts... nodded with understanding, and said with a smile.
"Uncle!" Liu Qingqing said angrily at the side. Seeing her uncle's extremely thick-skinned look, she felt a little annoyed. She secretly raised her little foot hidden under the table and kicked Lu Heng's thigh.
"Ahem, let's get down to business!" In the blink of an eye, Lu Heng became extremely serious.
Turning around, she looked at Princess Ankang and asked, "Your Highness, you should know the identity of the person you just helped along the way, right?"
"I know!" Princess Ankang smiled and nodded, looking at the thirsty Lu Heng with funny eyes. She picked up the tea and took a slow sip, then asked, "But why should I tell you!"
Well………………
Lu Yan was stunned, she didn't expect this.
While scratching her head, Liu Qingqing couldn't bear it when she saw her uncle was so curious... so she stepped forward and took Princess Ankang's hand, pleading softly.
Unable to stand Liu Qingqing's deep love for the scholar, Princess Ankang couldn't bear to refuse. After taking a deep look at Liu Qingqing, she shook her head slightly and sighed.
After raising her head and taking a look at the scholar, Princess Ankang put down her tea cup and said leisurely, "Under the bleak autumn leaves, it's dusk in the lonely city in the desert."
After reciting a poem lightly, Princess Ankang said with a smile, "His name is Ye Gucheng!"
Seeing the scholar frowning and thinking, Princess Ankang smiled coldly and said in a more serious tone, "Ye Gucheng is a man!" (To be continued!)