Quick Wear: Bai Yueguang perfectly interprets the success of saving the world

The night is dark, with the bright moon hanging high in the sky.

Inside the Prince Regent's Palace, there were several empty wine jars scattered around Jiang Huaixu. He was lying on the roof with one hand behind his head, looking at the stars in the sky, and holding a jar of wine in the other hand, taking a sip occasionally.

He had lost the maturity and steadiness he had in the court, and just looking at his demeanor, one could glimpse some of the recklessness and frivolity of the young man he had when he rode a horse through the streets.

Jiang Huaixu took another sip of wine. Although both were starry skies, the starry sky in Mobei made people feel that the galaxy was vast and boundless, while the starry sky in the capital made people feel extremely depressed and dull.

Even the wine is not as intoxicating as the wine from Mobei.

The moment the thought came to his mind, Jiang Huaixu threw the jar of wine in his hand quickly towards a certain direction under the eaves. Although the person hiding in the dark was caught off guard, he still caught it steadily without spilling a drop.

He noticed the man as soon as he approached, but he had been hiding in the dark. He waited for a moment and when he saw that the man did not move, he took the initiative.

He used 80% of his strength when throwing the wine jar. It would be difficult for most people to avoid it, let alone catch it steadily without dropping a drop like he did now.

Jiang Huaixu's eyes darkened, and he secretly gathered strength, but he sneered: "You are hiding your head and showing your tail. You broke into the Zhenbei Palace at night. Do you dare to show yourself?"

Fu Yun appeared from the darkness, and the silver-white mask flashed a cold white light under the moonlight.

Jiang Huaixu raised his eyebrows slightly: "It's you."

Seeing that it was floating clouds, he did not relax at all, but became even more tense.

He knew this guy, a guy as annoying as Pei Zhuo.

He used to be Pei Zhuo's secret guard. After Pei Zhuo's death, he came to A Qing's side. Although he had never fought with him, the skill he just showed should not be underestimated.

Fuyun's eyes were very pale. He threw the wine jar in his hand back to the place where he came from with force. His tone was as cold as ever: "Please, Your Majesty... give me some advice."

When he said the last four words, he emphasized his tone, which was quite ambiguous.

Jiang Huaixu raised his hand to catch the wine jar that was thrown back to him, and his palm was numb from the shock.

He also became interested, so he put down the jar of wine, jumped down from the roof, picked up a branch of plum blossoms in full bloom, and attacked the floating clouds.

"It's not really a teaching, just a discussion."

Fuyun did not take the sword at his waist, but also broke off a plum branch and used his internal strength to apply it. He tilted his head to block Jiang Huaixu's attack that was aimed at his vital point.

He turned around and counterattacked, his pale pupils were also tainted with murderous intent, and dozens of moves were made in the blink of an eye.

Although the two men were holding flower branches, one could see some of the sharp sword intent in their hands.

The sword energy startled the scattered plum blossom petals on the ground, and as soon as the sword was retracted, they fluttered down and fell all over the ground again.

The flower branch in Jiang Huaixu's hand went straight to Fuyun's throat, and the flower branch in Fuyun's hand also pointed straight to his heart.

Undisguised murderous intent filled the air, and as the atmosphere became increasingly tense, the branches in the two men's hands could not bear the weight and broke into several pieces.

Jiang Huaixu let go of her hand, with a smile on his lips, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

"Your Excellency is truly a man of few talents."

Fuyun's murderous intent gradually faded, and he casually fastened the loose mask and said, "Excuse me, I am far inferior to Your Majesty."

"Why did you come to my Zhenbei Palace?"

When Jiang Huaixu said this, his eyes were deep and his scrutinizing gaze fell directly on Fuyun.

Fuyun felt the pain coming from the base of his thumb and curled his fingertips slightly.

He took out the letter from his bosom and handed it to Jiang Huaixu, his voice lacking any ups and downs: "His Highness asked me to give this letter to the prince."

Jiang Huaixu was startled, but his hands did not slow down and he quickly took it from Fuyun.

After unfolding the letter, what caught my eye was a beautiful handwriting of small calligraphy with flowers on it.

The letter recalled their childhood friendship and ended with an invitation to visit the princess's residence the next day.

Jiang Huaixu seemed to have recalled that time as well, and a genuine smile appeared in his eyes.

The reason why he was drinking here tonight was because Ah Qing had promised him a good chat in the hall, so he was waiting for her news.

Based on his understanding of Aqing, he would come to see him after leaving the palace, but he didn't expect it to be now. It's not too late at this time.

Jiang Huaixu looked up and wanted Fuyun to tell Aqing that he would definitely go to the appointment tomorrow, but he didn't see that person.

I guess this person left when I was engrossed in reading the letter.

Was he so sure that he would keep the appointment without even waiting for my reply?

Jiang Huaixu's dark eyes darkened, and then he let out a soft sigh.

Of course he knew that the so-called talk would not be simple, but no matter whether it was the Hongmen Banquet or something else, as long as it was A Qing, he would keep the appointment.

In the end, he just carefully folded the letter and put it in his arms...

***

The moonlight was like water. Yan Qing stood under the eaves wearing her cloak. She looked up at the moon which was half covered by dark clouds.

The snow-white fur surrounded her face, making her palm-sized face look even smaller, and it also revealed a hint of softness in its coldness.

Her eyes seemed to have taken in all the faint moonlight, flashing with tiny rays of light.

Yan Qingjing stood there for a moment before asking softly, "Has the letter been delivered?"

A figure appeared in the originally empty corridor. It was Fuyun who had returned from the Zhenbei Palace.

He replied in a low voice: "Your Highness, it has been delivered."

The moonlight was completely blocked by the dark clouds, and even the surrounding stars seemed to be dimmed.

Yan Qing said to himself with some regret: "My brother is upright in his conduct. If he were still alive, he would be disappointed to see me resorting to such means."

Fu Yun's eyes were dark, and for a moment he almost thought that His Highness knew about the incident, but he immediately denied it. It was impossible for His Highness to know about it, and all the people who knew about it were dead.

So even if she drank the cup of poison herself, in her heart, that man was still a humble gentleman with noble character?

Fuyun tightened his fingertips, pulling at the knuckles that were broken during the fight with Jiang Huaixu, and blood dripped from his fingertips.

Because of some things she had experienced, Yan Qing was extremely sensitive to the smell of blood. Smelling a faint smell of blood in the air, she turned around and saw Fuyun's bleeding wound at a glance.

Yan Qing came closer and frowned, "How did you get hurt?"

Fu Yun lowered his head and replied: "I am incompetent. When I delivered the letter, the King of Zhenbei might have mistaken me for an assassin, so I fought with him for a few moves..."

This was half true and half false, but it was enough for His Highness to believe.

"I'm not thinking carefully."

She was only thinking about setting up the trap tomorrow, and for a moment she forgot about the risk of going to the Zhenbei Palace in the middle of the night.

Yan Qing leaned forward slightly, her eyelashes drooping slightly, her profile as delicate as jade. She took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood from Fuyun's wound and was about to bandage him.

Fu Yun looked at the person who suddenly approached him, and his breathing tightened. He held down the snow handkerchief and said in a hoarse voice, "I dare not trouble Your Highness."

Yan Qing loosened his hand, but did not force it: "There is a golden wound medicine in the dark room, you can take it and use it."

The cold aura around Fu Yun dissipated, and he replied, "Thank you, Your Highness."

Yan Qing walked back to the bedroom and said softly, "You are my brother's son, so I should take care of you."

Hearing these words, Fuyun's eyes became gloomy, he tightly grasped the snow handkerchief in his hand, and jealousy grew like weeds.

Whether you are soft-hearted or caring, is it just because you are related to that person?

He took a deep breath, exerted a little force on his hand, and pressed it directly on the wound. The intense pain made him calm down.

It doesn't matter, that person is no longer here...