Holding a Sword and Watching Flowers

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After the seventeenth day of the eighth month, the Hua family went back to Jiangnan.Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou did not go to Jiangnan, but went directly to the capital—Jun Qian had already told them of his suspicions, and they were planning to go to the capital to find out—Ye Gucheng, after all, was also Lu Xiaofeng’s friend. Jian Mengchen, presumably no one wants to see him.

As soon as the Hua family and Lu Xiaofeng left, the entire Wanmei Villa returned to its former tranquility, but perhaps because of having a real hostess, it seemed to be different from before, as if it was a little more warm and quiet. .

It was rare that he was not "squeezed" by Ximen Chuuxue that night, Jun Qian nestled in the warm and firm arms of the man and slept peacefully, and woke up early the next day with Ximen Chuuxue.

"Don't sleep anymore?" Ximen Chuuxue, who was getting dressed, seemed to have noticed the movement beside her, and her hands paused slightly, as if slightly surprised.

"Hmm... I've had enough sleep." Jun Qian propped himself up and half sat up, rubbing his eyes habitually, but Ximen Chuuxue grabbed his wrist and pulled it away, his fingers gently brushed her eyelids, his voice was still cold, But with a hint of gentleness:

"Don't knead."

Jun Qian responded, leaned over and rubbed against the side of his neck, half-closed his eyes and smiled: "Sir, do you need slaves to help you get dressed?"

——Since the discussion about titles that day, she seems to have started to like to use various titles to tease him, such as "Xianggong" and "Nujia" this time are still restrained, the first two On a whim, Tian yelled "Brother Axue" once under his breath, not to mention that she gasped after shouting, even he could hear goosebumps on his arms, but she still always I never get tired of it, and I can find new tricks every day.

Ximen Chuuxue recalled the "encounters" of the past few days, rubbed her hair helplessly, and nodded slightly:

"it is good."

Jun Qian was just trying to tease him, but he actually nodded. As expected of the young master who was used to being served since childhood, Jun Qian shook his head and sighed, and resigned himself to getting up to dress him.

Waiting for the "Ximen official" to finish tidying up his clothes, Junqian had time to tidy himself up. After putting on his clothes, he sat down in front of the dressing table, took a comb and was about to comb his hair, but suddenly his wrist warmed up, and when he looked sideways, he combed the It has been easily transferred into the hands of men.

"Axue..."

Ximen Chuuxue reached out and pressed her shoulder, and said calmly, "Sit down."

Jun Qian was stunned for a moment, and then realized what he wanted to do. Although he was a little surprised, he sat down on the stool obediently.

It has been more than ten years since Junqian traveled, but until now I still can't get used to the bronze mirror, and it always looks a little blurry, but at this moment, this blurring makes the atmosphere of this morning even more ambiguous—— Ximen Chuuxue's hands are beautiful, but now he is holding a finely crafted wooden comb in the hand that holds the sword all the year round, while the other hand is holding her long hair that hangs over her shoulders, combing her hair conscientiously .

To be honest, his movements are really not very proficient, it can be seen that it is probably the first time to comb someone else's hair, and his movements are a bit clumsy, and even pull her hair from time to time, but... His movements are very gentle, Perhaps it was because the bronze mirror was a little blurry, which made his usually cold expression look extra gentle.He bent down slightly, his slender and beautiful fingers shuttled through his black hair, there was an indescribable beauty and charm.

Jun Qian suddenly felt as if something surged into his chest, filling up his whole heart, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, looking at the picture in the bronze mirror seriously, for a moment I don't want to miss it either.

Ximen Chuuxue's actions were very serious, focused as if he was looking at his own sword, and combed all the hair smoothly, then took a jade hairpin, and carefully tied the hair out One of the simplest buns was fixed—the bun was actually a little crooked, but it was much better than Jun Qian’s expectation. Jun Qian didn’t mind, and happily took a look in the mirror Several times, when I turned around, I smiled and kissed him on the face.

After everything was tidied up, it was time for Ximen Chuuxue to practice swords for more than ten years as usual, while Jun Qian went to the kitchen alone in a good mood, cooked porridge patiently, and made a few exquisite snacks. They put them together in a food box and carried them back to the yard where he and Ximen Chuuxue lived.

Ximen Chuuxue was still practicing swordplay, Jun Qian didn't bother him, and leaned against the wall with a food box, quietly watching him practice swordplay.

Ximen Chuuxue's sword seemed to be different from before—Jun Qian didn't understand swords, but for some reason, he had this feeling inexplicably.

His sword is still as sharp, decisive and unstoppable as before, and his murderous aura is still overwhelming, but inexplicably, Jun Qian feels that his sword moves seem to be much more rounded and free-spirited than before. At that moment, the sword glow was more dazzling and sharper than before. In addition, there was a feeling...she couldn't tell, but she didn't feel bad instinctively—this should be a good sign Bar?Maybe it's... More diligent?Jun Qian hugged the food box, leaned against the wall and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Not long after, Ximen Chuuxue finally sheathed his sword and turned his head to look at the wall.

Jun Qian smiled, walked over unhurriedly with the food box, put it down on the stone table in the yard, was about to open the food box to take out breakfast, but was suddenly held down by Ximen Chuuxue, followed by the man A cold voice sounded from above the head:

"Haven't you practiced martial arts recently?"

The smile on Jun Qian's face suddenly froze, he touched his nose with a guilty conscience, and complained in a low voice: "I didn't have the strength to get up and practice martial arts in the morning..."

Ximen Chuuxue's hands immediately paused, even though he was as calm as he was, he couldn't help being choked by his wife's ambiguous complaints. After a while, he finally sighed and touched her hair that he had tied up with his own hands this morning. Slowed down the tone:

"Then today, I will practice with you."

"Axue..." Jun Qian suddenly had a bitter face, and his voice was drawn out, trying to get his compromise by acting like a baby.

Ximen Chuuxue has always treated her very well, no matter what request she has, almost no matter what she asks, he will never refuse to agree to it, but this time, Ximen Chuuxue just held her hand and led her away from the stone table. After standing still on the sword, he said lightly:

"The current situation in Beijing is very complicated."

Jun Qian was stunned, and then immediately reacted - when he is around, she can naturally keep her safe, but the outcome of this battle is still unknown, and the capital is full of dark tides, even if he is there, maybe it will happen When there are omissions due to preparations for the battle, what's more... What if he loses, and he will not be by his side in the future?

A person, the safest and most trustworthy thing is herself after all - she can only ensure her own safety by working hard to improve her force value.

Jun Qian laughed, and the gloom on his face was swept away immediately, he let go of his hand and took a few steps back, holding the pen in his hand, his eyes were clear:

"It's a great honor to have Sword God as my partner!"

……

Junqian and Ximen Chuuxue arrived in the capital on the tenth day of September. Without anyone notifying or noticing, an exquisite and spacious carriage drove straight into Hefangzhai, a century-old pastry shop in the capital. .

Of course, no one would have imagined that the owner of such a pastry shop would be the current sword god Ximen Fuxue—no, perhaps it should be said to be the former owner. After all, all the properties in the entire Wanmei Villa are now owned by Junqian up.

It was Ximen Chuuxue's decision to live in Hefangzhai. The various forces in the capital are undercurrents. He needs a quiet environment without interruption to prepare for this battle, and Junqian also needs a quiet environment—this is nearly one In the past month, she has almost put down everything at hand, and she has devoted all her attention to the "sharp needle"-although she didn't say it clearly before the system disappeared, the meaning behind the words is obviously that the "sharp needle" is possible practiced.

Every time Jun Qian thinks of the disappearance of the system, she still feels a little bit sad, and at the same time, she is also a little bit grateful—fortunately, she has worked hard to study medicine seriously, otherwise, without the system and skills, everything about her is incomparable to ordinary people Well, I still don't know what to do.

Time is running out, and if possible, Jun Qian hopes to be able to practice before the decisive battle between Ximen Chuuxue and Ye Gucheng—even if this battle is still won by Ximen Chuuxue as in the original book, she also hopes to try to save her. Let's go to Ye Gucheng.

She is a doctor, no matter what, she never wants to see someone die, and Ye Gucheng is naturally not a person who deserves to die.What's more, if Ye Gucheng died, wouldn't Ximen Chuuxue become even more lonely?

—He is really lonely enough now.

Therefore, whether it is because of the love of a wife or the love of a doctor, she eagerly hopes that she can understand the mystery of this as soon as possible.

But there are some things that can't be rushed after all, before closing the door to read medical books in peace of mind, and accompany Ximen Chuuxue to prepare for the battle, she always has other things to do first - she has to go out for a while.

Everyone knows that the sword god Ximen Chuuxue only wears white clothes, but his wife prefers to wear black clothes. In fact, not many people really know Jun Qian, but... the young woman who likes to wear black clothes is really Not much, the clothes have almost become the symbol of her and Ximen Chuuxue.In order not to attract attention, Jun Qian took off the usual Wanhua Valley disciple clothes and changed into a light green dress, and asked the maid to help comb the most popular hair bun in the capital until he was dressed up. It looked no different from an ordinary boudoir girl, and even Ximen Fuxue felt strange for a moment after seeing it, so she went out alone.

Lu Xiaofeng and Huamanlou had already arrived in the capital last month, and they lived in the Hua family's mansion in the capital—Huamanlou had sent someone to send a letter to Wanmei Villa a few days ago, and all of this had been written in the letter , but it has not been said how the investigation of the decisive battle has turned out. Whether Jun Qian is worried or not, the matter is of great importance, and it is appropriate to make preparations early.

The servants of the Hua family naturally recognized the young lady Jun Qian, and welcomed her into the door respectfully, but Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou were not there, presumably they were still outside and hadn't come back, Jun Qian frowned, After pondering for a while, he still didn't wait any longer. After leaving a letter for his servants to forward to Huamanlou, he returned to Hefangzhai by the same route.

The author has something to say: Brother Ashue 2333333 Lord Sword God must have deeply felt the malice of the world!Tell you to squeeze your sister so much that you don't have the strength to get up and practice martial arts in the morning!

The honeymoon period is inevitably a bit sweeter, I hope it won't feel boring--

☆, dark tide