Holding a Sword and Watching Flowers

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Ouyang Qing woke up the next morning. She has good martial arts and good health. When Jun Qian went to see her in the morning, there was no serious problem. Finally, she was completely relieved. Lu Xiaofeng came again one after another. After a few times, each time her expression became more solemn than the previous time, and at night, she even rushed in and dragged her away, saying that she had found Ye Gucheng who had not recovered from the poison, but... Jun Qian followed him overnight I went to the past, but only saw an empty ruined temple, without any trace of people.

September fourteenth, the last day before the decisive battle.

Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou came once, but left soon after.Jun Qian sent them to the door, and when he came back, he saw Ximen Chuuxue sitting alone in the room with his sword in his arms. He was obviously expressionless as usual, but... Jun Qian could clearly feel that his I'm in a very bad mood.

Jun Qian sighed, leaned over and stretched out his arms to hug him, Ximen Chuuxue turned his head to the side, the breath around him was obviously a little softer, put down the sword, reached out and hugged her into his arms.

No one spoke, the room was silent, after a while, Ximen Chuuxue suddenly said:

"Have you ever practiced your sharp needle?"

"I have a clue, but..." Jun Qian rubbed against his chest, his tone seemed a little frustrated, "I always feel like there is something missing, only the crucial last step is missing."

"There's no need to force it," Ximen Chuuxue rubbed her smooth long hair, and said lightly, "Don't worry."

Ximen Chuuxue is always like this, with no expression, no ups and downs in her tone, no matter what she says, it seems to be a matter of course-but...but every time it makes her feel at ease. The impatience that came was actually dissipated in just one sentence of his.

Jun Qian smiled and said "um", hugged his waist and embedded himself in the man's firm and warm embrace, pressed his face to his heart, and quietly closed his eyes.

Ximen Chuuxue lowered his head slightly and patted her on the back with a soft expression.

On September [-]th, there were still two hours before the decisive battle.

A figure quietly sneaked into the century-old Hefangzhai in the capital.

Ximen Chuuxue, who was concentrating on wiping his sword, suddenly looked terrified, and a fierce sword energy rushed straight to the beam. Immediately, an inconceivably agile figure jumped down from the beam, and did not make a sound when it landed. No sound.

"Don't draw the sword! It's me!" Seeing that Ximen Chuuxue was about to draw his sword, the man was startled, and he floated far away in a moment, patting his chest with an expression of lingering fear—it was really used There are only a few people in the world who are "floating", with superb lightness kung fu, and it is self-evident who this person is.

Sure enough, when Ximen Chuuxue put down his sword, the originally fierce sword energy was instantly suppressed, and he said flatly, "Sikong Zhaixing."

"It's me, it's me!" Sikong Zhaixing laughed, and floated back in the blink of an eye, and suddenly appeared beside Jun Qian, and greeted with a smile, "Long time no see!"

Junqian and Sikong Zhaixing are not very familiar, but because of Lu Xiaofeng, they met him early in the morning, and they can be considered good friends, not to mention... Sikong Zhaixing is really very interesting. It can make people feel better unconsciously, Jun Qian immediately bent the corners of his mouth and looked at him with a smile:

"Long time no see, but now is not the time to reminisce about the past, let's finish the business first, and I'll buy you a drink after everything is settled?"

"no problem!"

Half an hour later, Jun Qian left her husband, who was about to have a decisive battle, and was brought into the palace by Sikong Zhaixing, and entered the emperor's bedroom without anyone noticing.

Sikong Zhaixing quickly walked around the palace, opened the incense burner, untied the oil paper bag in his hand, poured all the powder into it, then closed the lid of the incense burner to restore everything, facing Zheng Mao on the beam Jun Qian made a gesture that everything was ready, Jun Qian nodded, and then saw a figure flickering in front of him, and there was no trace of Sikong Zhaixing.

……

The night of the full moon, the top of the Forbidden City.

Two figures in the same white clothes stood opposite each other, and the atmosphere was on the verge of breaking out.

Ximen Chuuxue stared fixedly at the person opposite for a while, then suddenly turned his head and walked away with his sword in his hand, his already cold voice seemed even more indifferent and lonely in the middle of the night:

"You are not Ye Gucheng."

At the same time, in the emperor's bedroom, besides the emperor, suddenly appeared a man wearing a dragon robe who looked exactly like the emperor.

The terrifying conspiracy finally surfaced completely.

A ray of sword light came suddenly like a white rainbow rushing through the sun, beheading the last four dead soldiers beside the emperor in an instant.

The young and handsome emperor was moved for a moment, but his tone was still calm and calm: "Ye Gucheng?"

The man in white looked even paler, as if there was nothing in this world that could catch his eyes: "Mountain grasslanders, unexpectedly, they can also go to Dongtian Ting."

Jun Qian, who was hiding on the beam of the house, sighed silently in his heart—Ye Gucheng, after all, he has come to this step.

He is very similar to Ximen Chuuxue, but there is still such a big difference after all.

The emperor said: "Flying Immortals outside the sky, it really is a good swordsmanship."

"It's a good swordsmanship," Ye Gucheng said indifferently, suddenly turned his eyes to look at the beams of the house, and his tone was still indifferent, "Come down."

Junqian's lightness skills and internal strength are actually good, but compared with the top masters, there is still a big gap. Ye Gucheng will find out, which has long been expected. After discussing with Lu Xiaofeng and others, the reason why Junqian was left alone They entered the palace just in case they couldn't arrive in time. After all, Ximen Chuuxue's decisive battle, Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou had to appear no matter what, otherwise people would be suspicious; and she, Ximen Chuuxue's wife "Staying at home and waiting because I couldn't bear to watch the battle" is really a reasonable explanation, not to mention... Although her martial arts are not very good, sometimes, lethality and martial arts are not necessarily related.

Junqian uncorked the bottle of the vial in his sleeve calmly, jumped down from the beam of the house, and saluted Ye Gucheng with a calm smile, just like a lady of the school:

"City Lord Ye."

Ye Gucheng's expression seemed to fluctuate slightly when he saw her wearing a black robe: "Madam Ximen?"

The phrase "Mrs. Ximen" made Junqian stunned immediately - she and Ximen Chuuxue had hardly seen outsiders in the month since she married Ximen Chuuxue, and everyone called her the same as before, without any change. This was her first time Once when someone called her that, she couldn't react for a while.After a while, Jun Qian blinked, smiled and nodded: "I am."

——Actually, this title is quite good, isn’t it?

Ye Gucheng's face suddenly had an indescribable change, and all eyes were on her—Jun Qian had an intuition that he seemed to be...seeing Ximen Chuuxue through her?

Jun Qian suddenly felt a little sad, lowered his eyes and sighed softly, and said in a low voice: "Don't you already understand the feeling of being extremely cold at a high place? You and Ximen Chuuxue are already lonely enough Now, why bother, why bother?"

Seeing her, Ye Gucheng was moved for a moment, but after a while, he immediately returned to calm, and said flatly: "Success is king, defeat is thief, and the strong win."

As soon as the words were finished, Ye Gucheng's eyes had already moved away from Jun Qian, turned to the emperor, and said lightly: "Please."

As soon as the word "please" falls, Ye Gucheng's sword has already been swung - since Ye Gucheng has swung his sword, no one in this world can stop him, but... the moment he swung his sword, he immediately noticed There was an abnormality—his sword became slow unconsciously, and this slowness was so obvious that it was simply a fatal omission of a swordsman, and it was unimaginable to happen to Ye Gucheng.

But he still thrust out the sword.

But almost at the same moment when his sword pierced, a figure suddenly flew in from the window, stretched out his hands, and clamped the tip of the sword.

All sounds are silent.

Ye Gucheng's sword had come to an end, but he couldn't strike a second time.

He withdrew his sword, but the first thing he looked at was not the person who came suddenly, but the woman in the black robe standing quietly at the side - she was just standing in front of the emperor calmly from the beginning to the end, with gentle eyes, There seemed to be a gentle melancholy in his expression.

"It's you?" Ye Gucheng asked.

"It's me." Jun Qian nodded lightly, "Although my martial arts are not good, my medical skills are still good."

The spice that Sikong Zaixing sprinkled in the incense burner before was given by her, and it only has the effect of calming the nerves, but... once it is mixed with some kind of incense in the small bottle in her hand, it will immediately become the most troublesome drug. And - it only works on people with inner strength, the stronger the inner strength, the stronger the effect of the medicine - Of course, Lu Xiaofeng already has the antidote.

Ye Gucheng nodded slightly, and finally turned his gaze to Lu Xiaofeng: "How do you know?"

Lu Xiaofeng sighed for a long time: "We didn't have to come, but it's a pity... we all came anyway."

Ye Gucheng also let out a long sigh, and was about to speak, when suddenly another figure in white stepped into the hall.

That kind of whiteness seems to be the same as Ye Gucheng's whiteness to the extreme, but it seems that there is something different - with just one glance, anyone can tell the difference between the two without hesitation.

Of course Ye Gucheng already knew who this person was—except for Ximen Chuuxue, there could never be another person like him in this world.

A wind rolled up the fallen leaves on the ground, and it fell between the two of them immediately, and could not be blown up again - there was an invisible pressure quietly spreading between the two of them.

The scene was so quiet that it was almost depressing.

The first person to take action was Jun Qian.She sighed softly, walked to Ye Gucheng, took out a vial from her sleeve, and handed it over:

"City Master Ye, this is the antidote."

At this time, the master of the inner circle had already rushed in, and when he saw this, he immediately stopped him: "Madam Ximen, no!"

Jun Qian laughed and didn't take back his hand, but said lightly: "I gave the medicine, and the antidote is also mine, so naturally you can give it to whoever you want."

"Thank you." Ye Gucheng glanced at her, nodded slightly, took the antidote, and swallowed it without hesitation.

The author has something to say: the more I write, the more I feel that I am in love, I must need some treatment QAQ

I have to go out for the next two days, the new chapter has been placed in the manuscript box, and it will be posted on time at [-]:[-] in the next two days~ I hope the date the day after tomorrow goes smoothly

☆, decisive battle