Quick Travel: After dressing up as a villain, he is bound to the childbirth system

After receiving the red letter two days ago, Emperor Xixia and Lu Ao asked Liu Xiang to follow Zhu Baishao, fearing that she would go to Qingfeng Snow Cliff alone on impulse and be fooled.

As night fell, Zhu Baishao sat at the table and stared at the dancing candles burning on the table, with an unclear expression.

"Bai Shao, go to bed early and don't worry too much. Brother Ao and the others will rescue uncle and aunt tomorrow."

Liu Xiang walked in and helped Zhu Baishao close the open door.

She had been sleeping on the soft couch in Zhu Baishao's room for the past two days, watching her all the time.

Zhu Baishao picked up the candle scissors and cut off a small strand of the already dark candle wick. With a slight flick of her fingernails, some fine powder fell down and was swallowed up by the more vigorous flames.

"Okay, then I'm relieved."

Zhu Bai Shao lay on the bed, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Liu Xiang, on the other hand, lay down on the soft couch with his clothes on, thinking about how Qingfeng Xueya would deal with it tomorrow.

After a while, her eyelids felt heavy, and she secretly screamed that something was wrong. She wanted to sit up and do some exercises to expel the drug she had inhaled from her body, but she closed her eyes weakly and fell into a coma.

It is indeed a drug prepared by Snake Valley Nanzhu, the effect is great!

Zhu Baishao had taken the antidote beforehand, and then he stood up from the bed, picked up the sword beside him, and jumped out of the window.

After carefully dodging all the way out of the city, he rode straight towards the Qingfeng Snow Cliff.

Qingfeng Snow Cliff is located on the outskirts of the capital city of Western Xia. One peak reaches the sky, and many peaks guard it. Cliffs, deep ravines, and caves are everywhere. The mountain topography is unique.

Qingfeng has four seasons, and the weather is different ten miles away.

The top of Qingfeng Mountain is a cliff platform. The wind and smoke are blowing below the cliff, and the cliff is covered with snow.

As Zhu Baishao headed towards the mountain, he couldn't help but complain to the system in his mind, "Is this the world of martial arts? Villains have to choose a geomantic location to do anything, but this snow cliff on the top of Qingfeng Mountain is not necessary!"

System Star Eyes: [But host, how beautiful it would be if you got married in a red wedding dress in the white snow! 】

Zhu Baishao was stunned for a moment and thought about the scene in his mind. His eyes immediately lit up and he said regretfully, "It's a pity that I came here without a wedding dress."

The system also sighed, [But I saved the scene where the curtain of the Fengyun Inn was blown away, host! You can look back later. 】

"Well done!"

Practicing martial arts often causes injuries. Internal and external injuries consume qi, which can lead to hidden injuries such as qi stagnation and blood stasis. Once hidden injuries occur, martial arts practitioners will suffer from serious diseases.

Ever since Zhu Baishao was injured while practicing the exercises in Snake Valley, Nanzhu had picked many old herbs to replenish her body and take medicinal baths.

Now her skills have made great progress and her energy is much stronger.

At this time, he was rushing around in the mountains and forests at a very fast speed.

The mountainside is obviously still green and dotted with wild flowers, but the scenery gradually changes as you go up, the remaining red color fades away, and when you reach the top of the mountain, there is a biting cold wind and the ground is covered with snow and frost.

There is a stone tablet on the side. There are poems left by predecessors on the tablet. The handwriting is no longer legible.

Green peaks and snowy cliffs are lonely and ethereal.

Zhu Baishao was lost in thought when he suddenly heard a burst of hearty laughter coming from behind the stone tablet. A man in white and brocade robes stepped out with a folding fan in his hand.

"Girl, you came early."

It is Mr. Jianlang.

He looked at Zhu Baishao, who was wearing a long black dress, and clapped his hands in admiration, "The orchids are beautiful, the chrysanthemums are fragrant, and I can't forget to have a beautiful woman. As soon as I said goodbye to Fengyun Inn, Miss Baishao is even more elegant than before!"

Zhu Baishao had a sad expression on her pretty face, put her hand on the sword on her waist, and said angrily: "Jianlangjun? Let my family go!"

"Of course I will let them go, but it depends on your sincerity, Miss Bai Shao..." Mr. Jianlang opened his folding fan and flapped it twice, the smile on his handsome face not diminishing, "Tomorrow at noon, we will go to the church to get married. Then I wish the Prime Minister and the Prime Minister's wife will become my father-in-law and mother-in-law, and I will let them go."

"Miss Bai Shao, what do you think?"

"shameless!"

Zhu Baishao gave a sweet shout, moved his feet, and the sword in his hand suddenly stabbed out, pointing straight at Jian Langjun's left shoulder.

Jian Langjun closed his folding fan and blocked her sword.

Zhu Baishao had already been prepared to be blocked. With a flick of his wrist, the sword tilted in the cold light, and the sword edge slashed towards Jian Langjun's neck again, intending to kill him directly.

However, Jianlangjun was not worried at all. He blocked it with the handle of his fan and said with a smile, "Miss Bai Shao, don't you know where my name, Jianlangjun, comes from?"

There was a clang, and the handle of the folding fan was made of an unknown material, but was actually made of fine iron. It collided with Zhu Baishao's sword, making a buzzing sound.

Zhu Baishao's wrist went numb and he almost lost his sword.

She was shocked in her heart, and her eyes gleamed. This swordsman's skill was so profound. She almost couldn't bear the force of the weapons striking each other.

Sword Master smiled and said: "When I was six years old, I could see other people's flaws when I watched sword competitions. I started to master swordsmanship when I was 12 years old. I lost interest in swords when I was 19 years old. I switched to folding fans. Miss Bai Shao, do you want me to come?" Teach you how to use a sword?"

As he spoke, he used his fan as a sword and attacked Zhu Baishao's face gate.

Zhu Baishao's expression changed, he stepped a little lower and hid to the right.

Unexpectedly, Jian Langjun was just feinting and deliberately left a way for her to escape. Seeing her dodge, he hooked the corner of his mouth and hooked her slender neck, trapping her in his arms.

Jian Langjun lowered his head and smelled the fragrance in her hair, his face was filled with intoxication, and he wanted to smell her neck again.

Zhu Baishao reacted, his face turned red and white, he flipped his wrist, and the long sword in his hand suddenly spun half a circle and stabbed backwards. However, Jian Langjun pinched his wrist, and his legs and feet were also restricted, and he could not move. No.

As he wished, he smelled the aroma of Zhu Baishao's neck, and smiled in her ear: "Beauty is like jade, and the fragrance is intoxicating."

Then Mr. Jianlang's face darkened again and his tone was gloomy, "If you still want your family to survive, then be obedient. After we get married at the Qingfeng Snow Cliff at noon tomorrow, I will detoxify the snow snake venom from them."

"Otherwise... just wait and see them bleed to death!"

Zhu Baishao's face turned pale, and he bit his lips with blood stains, and his heart was filled with emotions.

Jianlangjun touched her lips with his fingers, then put the bloody fingers into his mouth, his eyes were dark and hot, "If you want to commit suicide, then I will make it impossible for the Zhu family to survive and die." .”

Zhu Baishao had his martial arts sealed by tapping his acupuncture points, and could only stare at him resentfully. Finally he closed his eyes unwillingly and said word by word: "I promise you, you must keep your promise and let me go to the Prime Minister's Mansion."

"That's natural."

Jian Langjun folded his fan and slapped it on his chest, saying it as a matter of course.

When he was forcibly leading him towards the place where they set up camp, Zhu Baishao looked devastated on the surface, but he complained to the system in his heart, "This guy is really better at pretending than me. He is so fake on the top of Qingfeng Mountain." Even though it was cold, he still fanned himself."

The system then added: [Fan the fan in winter - just show off. 】