[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

The sky did not know when it began to rain.

Dripping down the curtain.

Wu Qun closed her eyes and lay on her stomach on the window coffin, the dew fell on the small fan for no reason.

Jian Jia and the others had already been kicked out of the palace. At this moment, the Taixi Palace was quiet, and even the peach blossoms in the courtyard were a bit awed.

Three days ago, the four factions all rebelled, Momen and Jingzhai also participated in it, and everyone knew that Da Sui couldn't keep it.

Another day, the iron cavalry of the Song Clan will destroy the city. The old people who have lived in the inner palace for a long time can't help but think of the fire in Luoyang ten years ago, wondering what will happen to the Huanghuang Sui Palace in a day.

Wu Qun was always lying quietly on her stomach, she seemed to be asleep, the sideways face was lightly stained with peach blossoms, the snow-skinned flowers were dimpled, and the crescent eyebrows were lightly relaxed, slowly capturing people.

Xu Ziling hid on the eaves and his eyes were slightly dazed.

It wasn't until Kou Zhong lightly poked him with his arm that he came back to his senses.

"That's too late."

Kou Zhong made a mouth shape, Xu Ziling nodded slightly.

The Song Clan is about to destroy the city in one day, but the Demon Gate is going to enter the Sui Palace tonight.

The two of them couldn't let go when they thought that the beauty in blue satin would fall into the hands of the Demon Sect.

The two were thinking about how to speak, when the dew from the eaves fell and landed on the window coffin.

Wu Qun's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

There seemed to be stars in her eyes, and the gloomy and rainy day suddenly lit up.

Kou Zhong coughed lightly, and saw her raise her head slightly.

"Haven't you left the palace yet?"

The blue satin beauty asked softly.

Those gazes were really gentle, Kou Zhong blushed:

"Ah Qun didn't leave the palace either."

he replied.

Wu Qun smiled lightly, shook her head and said, "Hurry up and leave, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave later."

The beauty lowered her eyes softly, like when she first met, although she was smiling, she was a little melancholy.

Xu Ziling's heart moved, and he gritted his teeth: "We are here to pick you up, A-Qun, come out of the palace with us."

"It's good to find a place to live in seclusion after leaving the palace."

Kou Zhong agreed:

"As long as we keep a low profile, those officers and soldiers will never find us."

Both of their words were sincere, Wu Qun slightly bent her lips:

"Thank you."

She said so, but she still didn't agree to be with them.

The girl lying by the window quietly watched the peach blossoms being wet by the rain falling in the courtyard, with a calm posture.

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling looked at each other, and wanted to persuade, but saw the beauty turned her eyes slightly.

She looked at them tenderly, but the expression in her eyes was determined.

"If you don't go, it will be dark."

she said softly.

Xu Ziling shook his head slightly, then he heard Kou Zhong suddenly laughed and said:

"I'm not leaving."

At this time, he seemed to be flamboyant, like a wanton gangster on the streets of Yangzhou, leaning on the eaves with the back of his hand:

"It's rare to see the four factions fighting tonight. It would be a pity if they left."

He raised his eyebrows and lay straight with his legs crossed.

Xu Ziling also smiled and said, "I'm not leaving either."

He looked gently at the beauty lying in front of the coffin by the window.

There are not many people in this world who can honed in the rivers and lakes for a long time but still still have a youthful spirit.

Wu Qun sighed slightly, but she already liked these two boys in her heart.

It rained harder.

The banana leaf is a little sad, like the sky that is about to darken in the Sui Palace.

Wu Qun gathered the cloak around her body, her lips that were originally pink were a little pale.

But her posture is still beautiful.

The sound of footsteps came gradually, and Kou Zhong's body leaning on the eaves slowly collapsed.

Xu Ziling also held his breath.

But he saw the person coming in a hurry, holding an imperial decree in his hand.

"Princess."

The guard with his head bowed slightly.

"Where's the second brother?"

Wu Qun asked softly.

The young guard said in a low voice: "Your Majesty is already on board, and special servants are sent to pick up the princess."

His voice was deep and clear in the rain and fog.

People in the world only know that the canal is winding and can reach Hangzhou, but they don't know that there is another road leading to the South China Sea.

That tyrannical and bloodthirsty emperor has already prepared a retreat for her.

The rain fell quietly, and the beauty in blue satin shook her head slightly: "You are lying to me."

Her voice was soft, a little regretful:

"Second brother will never get on the boat before me."

Drops of water dripped from the eaves and fell to the ground.

A stern look flashed in the eyes of the guard who kept his head down, but he had already made a move.

The sharp palm was deflected by a stone.

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling quickly attacked the man.

The comer's martial arts are not low, and the sneak attack of the two of them only took advantage of surprise, and gradually they were about to lose the upper hand.

"Who do you think will win?"

Suddenly a voice came from the ear.

Gentle and soft.

Wu Qun turned her head slightly, and saw a man with a scar under the corner of his eye standing behind him.

His eyes are very gentle, but with a hint of evil spirit.

"Hou Xibai."

I don't know who sighed softly.

The rain was getting heavier, and bloodstains slowly flowed down the bluestone steps.

There was no one under the curtained window.

Wu Qun lay quietly on Hou Xibai's back, her satin-like black hair swept across the man's neck with a gentle itchy feeling.

Hou Xibai thought of the frail and green lotus-like woman upstairs in Zuichun when he first met her.

She was beautiful, but he had seen beauties before, but he still offered 10 taels of gold to redeem her.

At that time, a voice in his heart told him that if he didn't save her, he would regret it.

The sound of beating and killing in the Sui Palace had already started, and the two left quietly through the secret passage.

After a long time, Wu Qun suddenly asked:

"Do you hate me?"

The young man in black paused, and said in a hoarse voice, "Hate."

He only said this one word, but the beauty on his back smiled lightly:

"Then why are you saving me?"

Her tone was intimate, and her cold and soft face was quietly pressed against the man's back.

Hou Xibai said indifferently: "The purpose of saving you is to torture you. When you fall in love with me, I will kill you."

His tone was very cold, completely different from his previous gentle appearance.

Wu Qun slightly bent her lips: "You really look like your master."

"The same duplicity."

Hou Xibai tightened his palms, and finally asked the words that had been hidden in his heart for a long time: "What is the relationship between you and him?"

She knew that she lied to him, that she was the Ninth Princess of the current dynasty, that Pei Ju was her grand tutor, and that she had been unknown for ten years.

Now he just wants to hear from her with his own ears, what is the relationship between her and Shi Zhixuan?

The secret passage was quiet, and it was so dark that the expression on the man's face could not be seen clearly.

Wu Qun lowered her brows lightly, smiled for a long time and said, "It's just an old friend."

Her tone was so light that Hou Xibai didn't know whether to be happy or chilled.

The two have stopped talking.

Out of the secret road is the ferry.

What he just said is not all false, Emperor Yang did leave a way out for her, and indeed sent secret guards to escort her to the South China Sea.But those people had been intercepted and killed by him halfway.

Hou Xibai sneered slightly.

Yang Guang was not on board.

The person who built the canal back then was Pei Ju, and he was very familiar with the direction of the waterway here, so he had to hold him back—until the ship set sail.

The gentle and wild emperor recalled what the astrology said earlier, and his eyes were a little crazy.

"Tonight is a rare foggy day. As soon as the boat enters the water, it will be difficult to find it. Even if others have monstrous means, they will never find it."

Si Tianguan glanced at the seat and said cautiously.

The emperor clasped his hands and closed his eyes slightly, before saying for a long time:

"Send someone to escort the ninth princess to the boat."

"Your Majesty, you..."

Zuo Shi knelt aside and hesitated.

But Emperor Yang waved his hand: "I'm here to hold Pei Ju, and there must be no mistakes in sailing."

Zuo Shi responded, and slowly withdrew from the hall.

Luoyang has never had such a heavy rain, and it seems that it is about to swallow this prosperous palace wall.

The rest of the elite soldiers resisted in a corner in front of the city gate, and the huge Sui Palace was already empty.

Yang Guang smiled deeply: "A Qun, you are free."

He laughed wantonly, and slowly pulled out the knife from the seat.

Shi Zhixuan has already arrived outside the palace gate.

The weather was drowsy, and the thunderbolts vaguely reflected the faces of the two of them.

At the end of the secret passageway slowly revealed some light, Hou Xibai heaved a sigh of relief slightly imperceptibly.

But the next second he stopped.

Wu Qun sighed, and slowly drew out the dagger.

She didn't hurt the vitals, just immobilized him.

Hou Xibai covered the wound and frowned, then he heard the man whisper:

"sorry."

Her eyes are very gentle, like that weak and quiet woman in the small courtyard.

Hou Xibai only felt the pain in his heart, which was more painful than his body.

"Don't go."

He said in a low voice, his voice was a little pleading.

The four factions are in a melee, and going back is a dead end.

At the end of the secret passage, the light flickered, and the green satin beauty shook her head slightly: "There must be someone who will meet you outside the secret passage, this injury will heal in a while."

She looked at Wei Wei and he paused:

"It will be indefinite later."

After Wu Qun finished speaking, she smiled lightly, leaning on the wall and slowly returned to the darkness.

In the Hall of Qinzheng:

The two have already started.

Shi Zhixuan combines Huajian School and Butiange Mind Dharma, and then integrates the Buddhist principles of Jingnian Temple.

But Yang Guang is not inferior.

He has fought on the battlefield for many years, and every move and every move hits the vital point directly.

There were thunderstorms outside, and the hall was full of murderous aura.

The candlelight in front of the stage was knocked down by the saber energy and fell onto the curtain, burning slowly.

Yang Guang sneered, the faster the knife in his hand.

The two were evenly matched and couldn't tell the difference for a while.

Until the news that the ship was on fire came from outside the temple.

Zuo Shi knelt on the ground and gritted his teeth, "Your Majesty, the canal is on fire!"

Yangdi withdrew his hand suddenly.

Shi Zhixuan also sensed something was wrong: "Where's A Qun?"

he asked harshly.

The palms clenched unconsciously.

Emperor Yangdi didn't answer, the man with a cold face looked at the little eunuch on the ground.

That gaze was faintly crazy, Zuo Shi took a careful look at Emperor Yang and said in a trembling voice:

"That ship is heading for the South China Sea, princess, the princess is on board right now."

These words exploded in the hall like thunder.

"A skirt."

Yang Guang vomited blood, his eyes were blood red, he seemed to be crazy.

Shi Zhixuan has already rushed towards the canal.

He only wished that he was faster, the man who had always been moody and angry was rarely frightened.

The rain was still falling slowly, dripping down the steps in front of the courtyard.

There was a dead silence in the Sui Palace.

In the 11th year of Emperor Yangdi's Lixia, the four factions rebelled against Luoyang.

It was the night of thunder and lightning, and the boats on the banks of the Luoyang River were ablaze.

At night, the sound of killing filled the sky, and the corpses piled up like a mountain.

One day later, the head of the Dugu Clan was killed in front of the Hall of Qinzheng, and the world was divided into three, Song Clan, Li Clan, and Yuwen Clan each occupying one.

Emperor Yangdi is missing.

Inside the Cihang Jingzhai, Shi Feixuan looked at the broken He's Bi and sighed slightly.

The world seems to have finally settled down.

Three years later:

On the streets of Yangzhou, Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling were sitting in a restaurant basking in the sun.

But I saw a few children running towards the ferry holding the rope and laughing, "Hurry up, the boat to the South China Sea is about to leave."

The one who walked ahead urged.

A slightly fatter gasp behind him: "Wait for me."

Because of the seizure of the throne back then, Song Que and Yu Wenhuaji, who were already emperors, had fallen ill. Every year, they sent ships to the East China Sea to search for immortal medicines, and the common people were used to it.

The lady proprietress of the restaurant looked at the crooked bench and apologized slightly: "The kid is a little frizzy, you two don't mind."

Xu Ziling shook his head: "Going out to sea is a novelty, so it's inevitable to be excited."

The child had gone far away, Kou Zhong took a sip of wine, poured three bowls in a row, and suddenly asked:

"Are you drinking?"

Xu Ziling didn't speak, just picked up the wine jar and poured out the bowl.

In the courtyard:

Song Que coughed, but the hand that was holding the pen did not stop.

"His Majesty."

The dark guard whispered.

Song Que waved his hand slightly, and didn't ask until the last stroke was made, "Is the boat gone?"

"Today is gone."

He said carefully.

Song Que's hand holding the pen tightened, and then suddenly let go.

"Go down."

After a long time, the gloomy emperor said lightly.

There was no one in the room.

Song Que suddenly chuckled, "I don't believe you're dead."

He smiled and his clothes were stained with blood, and his eyes were full of loneliness.