I am neither beautiful nor crazy

Xiao Xiangling really let go of his hand.

Jiang Yu restrained himself and took a few breaths, then looked back.It seemed that due to the intense action just now, his pale face was rarely bloody.

The man on the opposite side was dressed in black, with no expression on his face under the silver mask.

"Young master is very skilled." Xiao Xiangling said in a low voice, "It's just that the white clothes are too obvious under the moonlight, so it's hard for people not to see them."

Jiang Yu glanced at the opponent's hand that was still holding down his shoulder, and said coldly, "Take it away."

Xiao Xiangling didn't move, but the corners of his eyes hidden behind the mask slightly bent, "Then you shouted loudly and ran away in the chaos, wouldn't it be just what you want if I let go?"

"..."

It's not that Jiang Yu has no confidence in his martial arts.Under Xia Zhixing's secret arrangements, he started practicing swords almost when he could walk, and read art of war when he could speak.

But in this head-to-head contest, the difference in strength and body size has become the only decisive factor.In a fight with this well-known Northern Xinjiang general, he might still have an advantage, but at such a close distance and in such a narrow space, he has no strength to escape.

Jiang Yu exhaled lightly, and when he raised his head again, the anger in his eyes was gone, but he deliberately showed a little weakness.

"Then, General Yi Xiao, I...how can I make you trust the general?"

Those eyes that are naturally affectionate can speak a thousand words.When it hangs down indifferently, it is cold and unfeeling, but if it is slightly bent, the attractive angle will make people fascinated, and they will never look away.

The surroundings were quiet and silent, and the distance between the two was only a few feet away, so close that Jiang Yu could clearly see the movement of the patterns on Xiao Xiangling's mask, and the frosted eyelashes on the top of those eyes.

The atmosphere is just right.

But Xiao Xiangling happened to be "incomprehensible".

"Young master is really cunning, and I dare not trust you no matter what." He said, "I can't let you go now, but as long as you follow me closely and don't open your mouth, I promise I won't throw a sword at you." .”

Jiang Yu nodded his head.

But Xiao Xiangling didn't let it go.

Under Jiang Yu's shocked gaze, he untied the black belt from the corner of the eaves, and tied one end to his wrist.Then he grabbed Jiang Yu's white wrist, tied the other end tightly, and tied a few knots.

Jiang Yu's wrist was as cold as the night frost, and he could feel the bones hidden under the flesh in his hand.

He frowned imperceptibly, and couldn't bear to loosen the knot again.

This was originally a way of taking hostages, but Jiang Yu felt a strange emotion from the tight but not uncomfortable knot.

It may be that the scene in the dream just now was too profound, he always felt that this scene seemed familiar, but it was so far away that it didn't seem like this life.

It seems that a long time ago, there should be such a person who stubbornly wanted to tie his wrists.But the old things are too far away, and they have been whipped to the blood by the biting wind and rain, leaving only wreckage, but they still have to wear shoes to go to the appointment, and get together again in a remote corner.

Before he could think about it, his hands tightened.

Looking up, Xiao Xiangling had already lifted a few tiles from the roof, and was about to jump down.

And below is the study room in the Palace of the Seventh Prince, which is the place where I was looking through the files just now!

It is not difficult to see that Xiao Xiangling's sneaking into the palace late at night was obviously to investigate the case in the file, but for some reason, the suspicion came to the Seventh Prince, and Jiang Yu just happened to bump into him.

"Wait a minute!" Jiang Yu hurriedly grabbed the black belt and pulled it back, "That's the seventh prince's study, you can't go down!"

However, Xiao Xiangling seemed to have guessed Jiang Yu's movements long ago, with a force on his shoulders along with his arms, the belt was instantly tightened in their hands.

"I have the emperor's order to investigate the case file, and now the Seventh Prince himself is one of my suspects." Xiao Xiangling pressed a little more force in his hand, and said solemnly, "And the Seventh Prince has been hiding in the palace since the banquet that day I haven't heard from you, and I don't know if I'm dead or alive. I sneaked to investigate the case, and I won't hurt His Royal Highness, what's wrong?"

The corner of Jiang Yu's mouth twitched when he heard "I don't know how to live or die".It's just that this expression looks more like disgust and disgust to outsiders.

"To be honest, there is indeed something wrong..." Jiang Yu lowered his voice, his expression was very tangled, as if something was deliberately held in his heart.

Xiao Xiangling maintained this stalemate, waiting for Jiang Yu to finish speaking.

"It's not easy to talk about, so everyone doesn't know about it. But I have followed His Highness the Seventh Highness for more than ten years, and I know him very well..."

Halfway through Jiang Yu's speech, he raised his eyes and glanced at Xiao Xiangling, and then revealed a more tangled expression, and there was even something subtle and unspeakable in it.

Xiao Xiangling's fingertips trembled, disturbed by the raised eyes.

He has seen countless beauties, enchanting and charming, elegant and noble, delicate and elegant...

But there has never been a person like the person in front of him, with every frown and smile there is a play in it, under that hypocritical face, there is a mean and glamorous bone.

But his demeanor is somewhat similar to the man in his memory....

"What about him?" Xiao Xiangling suppressed his thoughts and asked in a deep voice.

"He has... Long Yang's goodness. If you sneak into his palace late at night, I'm afraid you will..." Jiang Yu's tangled expression gradually deepened, but he watched Xiao Xiangling's reaction with some amusement in his heart.

Rumor has it that General Xiao doesn't understand style, he doesn't get close to beauty, he doesn't eat men and women, and he is as pure as a hammer.

As a result, when the hammer in front of him opened his mouth, Jiang Yu was shocked.

"The goodness of Longyang? Only you know?" Xiao Xiangling took a step forward, deliberately suppressed his voice, and said through gnash teeth, "Did he touch you?"

Jiang Yu's expression froze, and the weird feeling in his heart became even worse.

Xiao Xiangling intended to sneak into the Palace of the Seventh Prince in the middle of the night, but when he revealed that the Seventh Prince was good to Long Yang, the other party's reaction was not to avoid suspicion, but to ask him who he had touched.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but there seemed to be some subtle paranoia in the other party's voice just now.

Jiang Yu took a deep breath and looked up into the opponent's eyes again.

——Still empty except for his own reflection.

With a smile on his face, he said sarcastically, "General Xiao's attention is really strange. It's just that I have followed His Highness for many years, and I know that he would rather go out to make troubles secretly, and never look at me directly. Maybe it's my elder brother Too ugly."

After finishing speaking, he lowered the corners of his mouth in regret.

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Yu suddenly felt his wrist being pulled forward by a huge force, forcing him to stagger a few steps.

Immediately, Xiao Xiangling took advantage of the gap between the two of them talking, and was about to jump down from the opening of the eaves with Jiang Yu!

Jiang Yu's heart tightened, he couldn't care too much, he hastily pulled out the soft sword hidden in his cuff, and without stopping, he stabbed straight at the opponent's chest.

Xiao Xiangling didn't expect Jiang Yu to lead troops with him, so he took two steps back hastily.The distance between the two was so close that it was inconvenient to use heavy swords, so they had to block with their arms.

However, Jiang Yu put all his strength into it, and the knife was fatal.

On the other hand, the black belts on the hands of the two were tied to Xiao Xiangling's left hand and Jiang Yu's right hand. Jiang Yu felt that every move was controlled by others.And every time he wanted to cut off the belt, he was accurately stopped by the opponent in the air.

The two retreated from the eaves to the edge, and then both fell down again, and were forced into the dark corner of the wall by the sword.

It was only during the real fight that Jiang Yu realized the opponent's frightening kung fu. Even without weapons, although he retreated steadily, he did not lose the wind.

Even though the opponent only wears ordinary clothes and does not use weapons, the blood in his bones is still arrogant and wanton.Every step you take is accompanied by the sword light and chill brought from the snowfields of northern Xinjiang.

But at this time, Jiang Yu's hidden face in the dark still had no hypocritical smile on his face, his eyes were cold and poisonous, and there was a bit of reckless madness.

Seeing that, he turned around in a wrong step, and wrapped a beautiful flower with the soft sword in his hand, and then charged up and stabbed at the neck of the opponent who was exposed in the air.

This angle is tricky.It is impossible for Xiao Xiangling to retreat unarmed, so he can only lower his body and hide.

If so, Jiang Yu can take the opportunity to cut off the belt on his wrist.

This is inevitable.

But the moment Jiang Yu drew his sword, Xiao Xiangling's pupils suddenly widened.

It's definitely not because of the fear of the sword's edge and attack, but Jiangyu's ingenious sword flower, and the follow-up set of smooth and flowing sword routines.

— He is too familiar.

Jiang Yu saw that the opponent did not move, not even a tendency to retreat, so his heart tightened, but he still thrust forward with all his strength.

Jian Feng stopped abruptly.

The strength seemed to hit the copper wall and was scattered in all directions, unable to move forward any more.

Jiang Yu raised his eyes abruptly, and saw that in the blink of an eye, the opponent did not hide or dodge, but raised his hand suddenly, holding his fast-moving sword tightly with his bare hands.

The sharp sword pierced the flesh in an instant, and blood flowed down from the wrist in strands, flowing along the belt, until Jiang Yu also felt some coolness on the wrist.

The next moment, Xiao Xiangling hit Jiang Yu's inner elbow with his uninjured hand, but with little force.Jiang Yu felt his wrist go numb, and the soft sword in his hand fell to the ground with a "snap".

Almost at the same time, the positions of the two people were changed, and Jiang Yu changed from 'controlling people' to 'being controlled by others'.

In front of him, Xiao Xiangling was breathing heavily, blood dripping from his fingertips to the ground, forming a pool of dark blood.

Jiang Yu had a premonition that he was going to be finished.

Unexpectedly, the sound of the epee being unsheathed did not resound.But the person in front of him took a small step forward.

I saw his body leaning forward slightly, and the confinement-like oppression was released from this simple movement.

"Your swordsmanship." His voice was a little unsteady, "Who taught it?"