Lord, you are so beautiful

Beijing.

In the lonely moonlight, Qianhe was leaning against the wall beside him with a long knife in his hand, his eyes were filled with a circle of dark black, he hadn't closed his eyes for many days.

The room was quiet, save for the sound of two people's shallow breathing.

A weak soybean oil lamp by the window was extinguished by a gust of wind.

With a click, a person almost flew in sideways from the outside, smashed through the door, and fell hard to the ground.

"Commander..." The man clutched his chest, spat out a mouthful of blood as soon as he opened his mouth, and couldn't say another word.

A sky blue figure walked in, Chihiro raised his eyes, holding a black iron long knife in his hand.

"Long time no see." Qianhe walked over, saw the tenderness in his eyes, just snorted coldly, helped his subordinates up, and said lightly: "Go down to heal your wounds, I'm fine here, you don't need to inform the commander make."

"Yes." The man clasped his fists together and stumbled out clutching his chest.

"Qianhe." Chihiro's hands trembled slightly, as if she was suppressing the desire to touch his face like before.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." Qianhe said, looking at him without a trace of emotion in his eyes, "There must be a break between us."

"Do you hate me?" Chihiro asked.

Qianhe sneered and said: "Is it interesting to say these things? Either you kill me or I kill you."

"Where is the prince?" Chihiro said.

"His last order is to let you stay by the little emperor's side." Qianhe slowly drew out the long knife, the sharp light flashed on the tip of the knife, "Now that you have left your post without authorization, you must know that the little emperor will not be able to keep you."

"I have no intention of protecting the imperial power." Chihiro said, "Tell me where the prince is, let him go, and I can die to apologize."

Qianhe smiled and said: "It's not that I want to arrest him, you ask me why. You have followed the master for ten years at least, and you still don't understand his temperament. Who can escape the person the master wants to kill? You It should be the most clear, when Muzhi decides to poison the master, he will definitely die."

Qianhe was still dressed in a bright red military uniform, with a cold smile on his lips, "Muzhi is dead, and I ordered Jin Yiwei to divide his body into hundreds of pieces and throw it all over the capital. Do you want to find it?"

Chihiro's pupils tightened, and Qianhe said: "He made a huge mistake, according to the master's temperament, he must die without a place to bury him. You should have thought about it a long time ago, how can you turn the tide by yourself."

Then Bi Qianhe drew his knife and slashed straight away.

Chihiro took a quick step back and crossed the black iron long knife to resist, the sound was not loud, but sparks flew everywhere, Qianhe cut across the knife with his backhand, and the extended knife mark was left on the ground several feet away.

"In the previous competitions, you always said that my saber technique is not perfect and needs to be practiced." Qianhe touched the sharp blade and said with a cruel smile: "I tell you, it was because I was not willing to slash at you before."

Chihiro looked at the hatred flowing in his eyes, like a blunt knife, ruthlessly cutting into his heart.

Qianhe swung the saber, and the sharp edge of the saber had arrived, but Qianxun didn't make another move.

The cold long knife pierced through his chest. This was the closest he was to Qianzu in the past few months. Chihiro reached out and hugged Qianzu tightly, resting her chin on his shoulder, spitting out the blood from her mouth. A long bloodstain was sprinkled on Qianhe's body.

"I know you hate me..." Chihiro's hand was as gentle as it has been for countless times in the past, gently wrapping around his waist, with an indelible emotion in his eyes, "There is a dilemma between kindness and righteousness, master treats me It’s not bad, but the prince has a great kindness to me first...I can’t help myself...Qianhe, except for this, I have never lied to you again...I really love you..."

Qianhe held the handle of the knife without moving, still maintaining the movement of sending the blade into his body, listening to his hoarse voice that became weaker and weaker in his ears, the heat in his eyes was not without, but it was too far away, so far away that once Chihiro let go of him, and he disappeared to the point of disappearing.

"It's annoying." Qianhe said: "You have said it many times, and I have never doubted your love for me. We are our own masters. You can go on your way with peace of mind."

With force on Qianhe's wrist, she suddenly pulled out the long knife. Qianxun was still resting on his shoulder, her hand slipped a little bit, and finally died.Before he fell, Qianhe dropped the knife, supported him, and whispered in his ear: "Your name is Si Lin..."

"Report!" Jin Yiwei, dressed in a dark gold flying fish suit, crossed the front hall of the palace and went straight to the inner room, knelt down on one knee: "Report to my lord, Commander Qianhe has killed the traitor!"

Qilin paused while drinking tea, put the tea leaves in a tureen and said nothing.

Xiaoye said indifferently: "He is not a traitor, slap your mouth."

Without hesitation, Jin Yiwei slapped himself on the face, "This subordinate knows his mistake."

"His name is Si Lin." A hoarse voice sounded, and under the candlelight, Mu Zhi's pale face, he said: "Si Mo's Si, Qilin's Lin."

"Go down." Xiao Ye waved the man back, and turned to look at Mu Zhidao: "The prince didn't intend to kill him, it's just that Qianhe himself couldn't spare him."

"Mu Qing is going to be reversed, isn't it?" Mu Zhi smiled miserably.

"The prince's intentions, I dare not speculate." Qi Lin said, "It's just that even if the prince wants to rebel, it's because of your persecution."

Mu Zhi's complexion was sickly pale. He was wearing a robe, leaning on the grand master's chair, and smiled lightly: "The reputation of my Mu family will be ruined by him."

"That's wrong, Prince Ren, you are the one who poured dirty water on the head of the 'shepherd'." Qilin sneered and said, "My lord has made countless contributions at the beginning of his life as a soldier. You, son of the prince, are studying and practicing swords. Prince Ren, have you ever killed an enemy on the battlefield since you practiced martial arts? Dayan has such a prosperous and prosperous scene, and the prince has contributed a lot, but you ruined him with a glass of poisoned wine After decades of life, do you have the face to meet the ancestors of the shepherd family after death?"

"Mu Qing's intention to seek rebellion is clearly revealed, my Mu family is full of loyal ministers..."

Xiaoye snorted coldly and interrupted him, "Loyal minister? I think he is an idiot, as expected of being raised by Mu Rong. You are just as stupid as your father!"

"Senior brother." Qi Lin frowned, scolding people well, don't talk about his father, let alone the prince's father.

Xiao Ye has never been easily angry, but when he mentioned Mu Qing, he couldn't control the blood flowing in his body, and wanted to tear Mu Zhi alive to vent his anger.

"The lord has something to say before leaving. Prince Kunren is in the mansion, waiting for the lord to return to Beijing." Xiao Ye and Qilin stood up, and Xiao Ye left first holding the Xiuchun knife.

Qilin followed behind him, paused, turned to look at Mu Zhi whose face was hidden in the darkness, and said with a sneer: "Prince Ren, if you dare to kill yourself, I will immediately send the little emperor to go with you on the road."

The next day, Peking.

It was raining again, and the rain fell from the eaves. Mu Qing and Lou Lan squatted at the door of the cabin, a big wolf dog and a small wolf dog side by side, staring at the small rain.

Lou Lan doesn't have an umbrella here, and she agreed to go fishing together in the afternoon, but now she can only be trapped in the cabin.

"Is it cold?" Mu Qing stroked his curled eyelashes and asked with a smile.

"It's not cold." Lou Lan stood up, lay on Mu Qing's back, and gently rubbed against his neck, "After the rain, the weather will be cold."

"Yeah, it's almost autumn." Mu Qing stood up with his back on his back, closed the door, and put Lou Lan on the bed, "Let's stay until winter and watch the snow together, okay?"

"Can you stay for so long? The capital is so chaotic, don't you need to go back?" Lou Lan opened his big round eyes, the pupils were as clear as if they had been washed by the heavy rain outside.

Mu leaned down beside him, pinching his face with a light smile: "I won't go back because of the chaos, and I'll take you back to the capital when it's quiet."

Lou Lan nodded obediently, playing with Mu Qing's strands of black hair with her fingers, Mu Qing whispered something in his ear with a low smile, Lou Lan blushed blushingly, Mu Qing kissed him on the lips and couldn't help it He smiled and said, "Why do you blush every time?"

"Because I like you very much." Lou Lan told the truth, he was always honest, even if he was a little shy, he would not be stingy.

Mu Qing moved down with one hand, kissed him gently, went to untie his belt, and whispered in his ear, "I haven't hurt you for a long time..."

Lou Lan blushed and tightly grasped Mu Qing's skirt, trying to respond to his kiss.

Mu Qing kissed hard, as if wanting to devour Lou Lan without leaving any room.

Lou Lan's small wooden house was bought from someone else, although it is exquisite, it is a bit old, this bed... usually feels nothing when sleeping, but when Mu Qing moves, there is a creaking sound.Both of them were stunned on the bed, Lou Lan lay under him and panted softly, "You, you take it easy..."

Mu Qing didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "How can I be lighter?"

So it kept squeaking——

The shadow guards hugged the ducklings and squatted on the tree to soak in the rain. They all turned their heads to look at the sky. We didn't hear anything. In fact, we were as innocent and pure as the little princes.