[Lu Xiaofeng + Sword Three] Great battle!former love

When Zhuzi woke up, she saw Mei Qingqian's back, she was talking to Ye Zhiqing, as if she heard the movement behind her, Mei Qingqian turned around and saw Zhuzi woke up, her eyes were obviously worried , Bamboo even saw a lot of bloodshot eyes, and his sleeves were clear and shallow, as if he hadn't slept for a long time.

"How are you doing now?" Mei Qingqian quickly walked to the bedside, and then held his hand.

Zhuzi held Mei Qingqian's hand instead, so naturally, as if they had been together for a long time, even if he just woke up, his face was not a bit bloody: "It's not good."

"Where is it uncomfortable? I know that group of doctors in the army are quack doctors. Should we rush back? Can you bear the fatigue?" Mei Qingqian's tone was urgent, she turned her head to tell Ye Zhiqing something, she It seems that I really don't care about this war anymore, Zhuzi thought happily.

Before Mei Qingqian had time to say the order, Zhuzi suddenly gave birth to an arm and wrapped it around Mei Qingqian's neck. When Mei Qingqian was still in a daze, he heard Zhuzi's deep laughter, Mei Qingqian's face She had a fever, but this time she didn't choose to let go, but buried her face on the bamboo's shoulder.

Ye Zhiqing who was at the side saw the two of them clinging to each other, the corners of her mouth involuntarily curled up, and then quietly withdrew.For Ye Zhiqing, it is probably the thing she hopes most for Qingqian to have a happy home.

After seeing Ye Zhiqing leave, Zhuzi said: "It's not good, I was already that old, but now I'm even older."

"Not at all!" Mei Qingqian raised her head, Zhuzi could just see her appearance, her face was reddish, and her hair was messy because she had just buried her on his shoulder, Zhuzi really wanted to kiss her to clear her face Qingqian's face, he did so, Mei Qingqian seemed to be frightened, suddenly pushed him away, sat very upright, her face turned to one side, Zhuzi couldn't see her expression, but she could see that she was normally fair Her earlobes and beautiful neck seemed to be dyed with the finest rouge at this time.

Zhuzi smiled, as if he felt that the teasing was almost done, he asked solemnly: "What were you talking to Ye Zhiqing just now?"

"When I was ordered to leave the capital, I asked the emperor to pay attention to the people around him." Mei Qingqian turned her face at this time, her expression could be regarded as serious, if there was no blush that was hard to fade away and the evasive look of not looking at the bamboo Looking at the eyes, Zhuzi looked at the Qingqian appearance and wanted to laugh very much, but finally held back.

He was lying on the bed, the pillow had just been placed behind his back by Qingqian, and he was propped up on the bed with one arm, it was the hottest time of summer, Zhuzhu's body was only covered with a thin blanket, and the Qingqian sleeves were also early. So he ordered someone to change all his clothes. I don't know if it was Zhuzi's intention or not. Because of his movements, the white undershirt was slightly opened, revealing his strong chest. Qingqian just said that Zhuzi didn't age. , It's not to fool him. Originally, he had a childlike face and hair, like a fairy, but now, his whole body is pale, as if made of frost, and he looks like a fairy, without showing his age at all.

"You mean there are traitors?" Zhuzi is such a smart person, and he will know everything when he reveals a little bit of meaning through his sleeves.

Mei Qingqian nodded, and replied: "Well, I found out recently."

"Who is it?" Bamboo asked.

"Jin Jiuling," Mei Qingqian sighed, "I didn't think it was him at first, and now he is no longer a small headhunter in the court, nor is he a housekeeper of the palace. You know, there are even part of the Imperial Guard now. It was entrusted to him to manage, but he never thought that his ambition was more than that."

When it comes to ambition, not only Jin Jiuling, but also Hua Duzui, Mei Qingqian never thought that Hua Duzui was thinking about treason.

How could Jin Jiuling, who drank first-class wine, built first-class cars, and befriended first-class beauties, not have first-class ambitions?I'm afraid it's just that there was no chance at the beginning, Mei Qingqian thought, maybe it was the embroidered thief incident not only that she saved Jin Jiuling, but more importantly, Hua Duzui took advantage of that opportunity to convince Jin Jiuling to help him Do your best.

Mei Qingqian has a feeling of being used, but there is no disturbance in her heart.

"And then?" Bamboo asked.

"Killed by Wei Ziyun himself." Wei Ziyun is not only the number one expert in the court, he is also in charge of the hidden guard in the hands of the emperor. Qingqian thought, the person the emperor trusts most is probably none other than him.

"Hua Duzui," Zhu Zi paused when he said the name, and he continued after seeing that there was no abnormality in Mei Qingqian's expression, "What are you going to do, this battle has been going on for half a year."

Mei Qingqian smiled at him: "Then I still need to ask you for help, you have to heal your wounds well."

In the ninth month of the third year of the imperial calendar, the sleeves were clear and light, and the flowers were drunk alone. This war is still passed down for ten years, and the history of the century is unforgettable.

Those with clear and shallow coats are generally wearing the Candle Sky or Po Jun from Qixiufang. The former is like a lady of a big family, while the latter is exquisite and gorgeous.But today she is wearing the Dingguo suit, which is the best Qixiu sect outfit in her hands. I don't know whose craftsmanship it is. The golden jewelry is made very slender, and then wound into various delicate patterns , a slender chain went around her forehead, and the center of her eyebrows was a little eye-catching red. The hairpin on the back was inserted obliquely by the sleeves, and fine tassels hung down.The pink skirt is almost attached to Mei Qingqian's body. The skirt looks like a mermaid's tail from behind. Not only that, the skirt is also embroidered with light-colored branches and flowers, which will be revealed inadvertently between actions. A pair of white and tender slender legs.

Zhuzi frowned, the dress was beautiful, but it exposed too much.

This time Mei Qingqian did not hold her handy soldiers, but a big red fan and a red umbrella.Standing next to the big drum that was placed in her sight, she watched the situation of the battle ahead. It was an important moment of fierce fighting on the battlefield, and any move could turn the tide of the battle.

Suddenly a flute sound passed through the entire battlefield, it seemed to resound in Mei Qingqian's ears, she had heard this song countless times, it was the flute of Xue Feng Bing Wang who was drunk alone, and Mei Qingqian's The soldier suddenly felt cold.

"Snow, that's snow!" I don't know who started to exclaim. It was still in September, and it was still snowing. The fluttering snowflakes made the soldiers on Qingqian's side exhausted, and their physiques were slightly weaker. Almost froze all over his body, but Hua Duzui's side became more and more courageous.

Mei Qingqian turned his head and smiled at Zhuzi, and then jumped onto the battle drum. What Zhuzi took out was a jasper flute, and what he played was the long-lost song of neon clothes and feathers. The flute looks a little thin, but the bamboo blows out the sense of the immortal family.

At this time, she took out the fan and umbrella in Mei Qingqian's hands, and she stepped on the rhythm of bamboo playing, the rhythm was just right, and the red fan and umbrella seemed to come to life in Mei Qingqian's hands, She bent down, squatted down firmly with one foot behind, waved the fan in her hand to the side, and raised the umbrella with the other hand.

While Zhuzi was playing the flute, he looked at Qingqian's sleeves, his eyes were full of joy and love, he didn't care about winning or losing this war at all, all he cared about was Qingqian's sleeves, he knew how to do it just because Qingqian let him do it.

Mei Qingqian threw the fan into the sky, and the fan was fully stretched in midair. The huge fan seemed to cover the sun in the sky, leaving only the shadow and the graceful dancing posture.

I don't know when it started, the sound of the bamboo flute had already overwhelmed the sound of Hua Duzui's flute, and the soldiers on Qingqian's side suddenly felt that their eyes and ears had become sharper, and it was not too much to count one against three.

Mei Qingqian felt that her feelings for Huaduzui seemed to have let go with the completion of this last wish.

You say, wait until then, you play the flute and I dance.

I said, good.

Now, you play the flute, and I dance, but I am stepping on someone else's melody.

From now on, I will never think about it, and you don't think about me.

Since September of the third year of the imperial calendar, the imperial court has won many great victories.