Mrs. Shizi[Comprehensive Martial Arts]

The waning moon is shocking?

Duan Murong glanced over the double knives on Zhao Youheng's lap, "...the double knives forged at the Badao Villa—the waning moon shocking the sky?" When listening to Pei Yuan's storytelling on the carriage, the other party once told her about the hidden sword villa. The grievances and grudges between Badao Villa and the twin swords forged by Badao Villa--the waning moon is shocking.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, she would see it in Zhao Youheng's place.

Zhao Youheng nodded lightly.

The sunlight that came in through the window sprinkled on the three-foot-two-inch knife, and the mottled light and shadow stained it, and even gave Duan Murong an illusion. In a trance, he thought that he saw the lonely knife hanging in the sky in the silent desert. moon.

A waning moon cuts off the light of the sky.

After blinking, Duanmu Rong sat down opposite Zhao Youheng.

Looking at Zhao Youheng who seemed to be focusing all his attention on the waning moon, and didn't notice her at all, Duan Murong sighed deeply, "Alas..."

Zhao Youheng raised his eyebrows, "What's wrong?"

Just when Zhao Youheng thought that Duanmurong would ask him questions about the "waning moon shaking the sky", and he had prepared a corresponding speech, Duanmurong did not do what he thought.

Sighing, Duanmu Rong, who attracted Zhao Youheng's attention, picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for herself and Zhao Youheng respectively. Then she asked the question that she wanted to ask Zhao Youheng when she saw her today. , "You and your father..."

Before Duanmurong finished speaking, Zhao You suddenly raised his head and glared at her, "Don't mention him to me!"

Duanmu Rong: "..." I haven't finished speaking yet, do you know what I want to ask?

Zhao You stared at Duanmu Rong horizontally, his brows were even twisted into inverted splayed eyebrows.

However, with a determined expression on his face, he tightened his jaw.

Looking at Zhao Youheng, who is stern and soft-hearted, she feels that at this moment, she has found the shadow of the past in the other party, and the other party is actually the same Zhao Youheng she knew.

My heart relaxed, and Duanmu Rong, who showed a little face, held her face in both hands, not worried that Zhao Youheng would attack her, "Okay, I'll change the question."

"I remember you told me that you saw your father kill your mother and concubine with your own eyes, so did you see your father insert a dagger into your mother's concubine's body?" With an ugly expression on his face, he caught sight of his hand that was tightly gripping the handle of the knife from the corner of his eye. Duanmu Rong coughed lightly, and then asked, "Did King Taiping see you at that time? Did he know you were there? Before I went During this time in Hangzhou, did you sit down and chat with King Taiping?"

Following the questions Duan Murong posed one after another, Zhao Youheng could no longer bear the so-called attitude of a cold and noble son, and even his straight back stepped down at a certain moment.

Zhao Youheng clenched his teeth, but his hand holding the knife gradually loosened.

After being silent for a long time, Zhao Youheng closed his eyes, and when he opened them, his eyes regained their calmness. He shook his head at Duanmu Rong, "No."

A "no" answered Duanmurong's three questions and expressed his attitude.

"There is nothing to talk about between me and him."

"But……"

"No, but the matter between me and him has nothing to do with you."

Duanmu Rong: "..." Pressing her temples, she deeply felt that Zhao Youheng's temperament was as difficult as ever no matter whether something was really broken or not. She picked up the tea and took a sip before continuing, "I I just want to say that King Taiping is very worried about you."

"Worried about me?" Zhao Youheng raised his eyes and hooked the corners of his mouth mockingly, "...heh."

Endured and endured, Duanmu Rong couldn't hold back in the end, she poked Zhao Youheng's face with her finger, "Don't make such an expression, be careful and I will cry for you." This kind of cynicism, everyone in the world Abandoning my appearance... It makes me angry when I look at it.

As soon as Duanmurong's threat came out, Zhao Youheng remembered the past when he tried his best to make Duanmurong stop crying, but finally found out that she was crying fakely. up.

"That's right." Thinking that the threat worked, Duanmu Rong poked Zhao Youheng's face, and then continued to persuade, "If there is any misunderstanding, you can sit down and have a good chat, so as not to regret it later. "

"After all, time waits for no one."

Holding her face in her hands, Duanmu Rong looked at Zhao Youheng, smiling with crooked eyebrows and tilting her head.

Zhao Youheng: "..." No matter how beautiful your smile is, it can't hide the fact that you poked my face.

Patting Mu Rong's hand that wanted to poke his face again, Zhao Youheng grasped the waning moon in his hand, turned his head and looked away, his eyelashes drooping slightly covered the expression in his eyes, "But, I have already promised me Uncle."

"kindness?"

Putting the Crescent Moon Jingtian in his hand on the table, Zhao Youheng turned his eyes back from looking out the window just now, looked at Duanmu Rong, and said word by word, "My uncle is going to take me to the Western Regions."

"So, there is nothing to talk about between me and him."

Facing Zhao Youheng's rhetoric, Duan Murong pointed out his evasion straight to the point, "You just don't want to talk about it." In general, it is - "bear".

"……To shut up."

Duanmu Rong, who was stared at again, puffed her face, and finally retreated under the gaze of the other party who seemed to be threatening and pleading, and turned her attention to other places, "Speaking of which, where did you come from?" How did she never Do not know at all?

Zhao Youheng did not answer her question, but looked to her right.

On the right side of Duanmu Rong is the window.

Subconsciously following Zhao Youheng's line of sight, Duanmu Rong suddenly met a grimace that was close at hand.

"Wow ah ah ah!!!"

One fell back, if Zhao Youheng hadn't pulled it in time, the frightened Duanmu Rong might have rolled off the bed.

However, even with Zhao Youheng's help, Duanmu Rong didn't appreciate him at all, she took advantage of Zhao Youheng's hold and pressed him down on the couch, "It's too much to tell you not to remind me! "

Sure enough, no matter how Zhao Youheng changed his style of painting, he was still that bear who dared to burn down the palace with the crown prince!child!son!

Excessive as always!

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, Duanmu Rong held Zhao Youheng down, trying not to let him get up.

"Remember?" Slightly raising his eyebrows, Duan Murong, who was sitting on Zhao Youheng's body, crossed his arms, "Please."

"Get up!"

"beg me."

"Do not seek."

"Then I won't get up, hum! Tell you not to remind me!"

"..."

During this period, Wanyue Jingtian, who had changed positions due to the confusion just now, fell off the table under the tug of Duanmurong and Zhao Youheng.

Just when the waning moon was about to collide with the ground, a pair of bony hands held them, and a man appeared beside the low table.

The man who appeared in the room was dressed in white, wearing a grimace mask—it was the one that scared Duanmu Rong just now.

Hanging upside down outside the window, he wanted to give Duanmu Rong a surprise, but who knew that before he could say hello to her, the little girl started to quarrel with Zhao Youheng.

Turning over from the window, the man in white fell to the ground and entered the room soundlessly.

Holding the waning moon that almost fell to the ground, the man turned his head and looked at the couch. His gaze was completely unaware of his existence. Duanmu Rong, who only wanted Zhao Youheng to beg her, was the man in white with a smile on his eyes. He even waved his hand at Zhao Youheng in a good mood, and then held the Crescent Moon and sat down on the other side, watching Duanmurong and Zhao Youheng quietly like that.

Zhao Youheng: "..."

It's one thing for Duanmurong to make trouble with him, but another to lose face in front of the white-clothed man, Zhao Youheng rolled his eyes, and simply tapped Duanmurong's acupoints.

Stabilizing Duan Murong's body, Zhao Youheng broke free from her shackles, and while straightening his messy sleeves, he discussed with Duan Murong in a low voice, "Don't jump at me again, I will release your acupoints, and if you agree, just blink." Eye."

Duanmu Rong, who was motionless, rolled her eyes and blinked at Zhao Youheng.

"...Okay, I'll give you a solution."

Zhao Youheng relieved Duanmurong's acupuncture point, and just when Duanmurong, who didn't say a word and didn't plan to count, was about to pounce on him, Zhao Youheng, with quick eyes and quick hands, turned her body and turned her to the face wearing a grimace mask. In the direction of the man in white, "Let me introduce you, this is my uncle, and he is also the one who frightened you just now."

He casually threw the Crescent Moon Jingtian in his hand on the table, and the man in white wearing a grimace mask waved his hand at Duanmu Rong, "Hi, I'm his uncle."

Duanmu Rong: "..."

Although she couldn't see the other party's face, Duanmu Rong easily believed the other party's words with that same "bear" temperament, and even subconsciously imitated the other party's waving hand, "Hello, I'm his fiancee, Duanmu Rong."

Looking at each other, the man in white took off the grimace mask on his face, and his face, which resembled Zhao Youheng's, was full of smiles.

Looking at Duanmu Rong, I don't know what to see from her. The man in white looked at her, and suddenly slapped his thigh and laughed loudly, "As expected of my future nephew and daughter-in-law, interesting and interesting, really interesting! That idiot of King Taiping is rare. Did a good job."

Duanmu Rong: "..." It sounded like she was being praised, but why couldn't she be happy at all?

Zhao Youheng had a helpless face, "Don't scare her, if you scare her away, I won't go back to the Western Regions with you."

"What? Don't pretend to be your cold noble son?"

"It's boring." Rolling his eyes, Zhao Youheng shook his sleeves, and led Duanmu Rong to sit down in front of the man in white.

In order to take care of Duan Murong, who is not good at martial arts, the man in white deliberately restrained his aura, but Duan Murong was still inexplicably shy when facing him. The servant feels even worse.

Biting her lips, Duanmu Rong subconsciously sat down next to Zhao Youheng, and under the gaze of the man in white who was sizing up with interest, she tugged at Zhao Youheng's sleeve, and asked in a low voice, "Would you like me?" May I ask, who is your uncle?"

Before Zhao Youheng could answer, the man in white interrupted him first, "Nephew, why don't you ask me directly?"

Under the watchful eyes of the man in white, Duanmu Rong shrank her neck. After a long time of consideration, she finally chose to tell the truth, "...don't dare." But it made her feel the smell of blood in the opponent's bones, and she didn't dare to do anything wrong.

Duanmu Rong subconsciously felt that the other party was a rational lunatic.

Madmen are not scary, what is scary is that madmen are rational.

If the man in white knew how Duanmurong thought of him, he might pat his thigh again and lament that King Taiping had done a rare good deed.

Unaware of the amiable appearance of the man in white that Duanmurong was thinking of, he smiled and rubbed Duanmurong's hair, "Nephew, don't be afraid of me, I'm not a man-eating beast."

Duanmu Rong, who didn't dare to move under the palm of the man in white: "..." I think you are more terrifying than beasts.

Because of the active approach of the man in white, after Duanmu Rong got closer to the other party, he suddenly found that the other party really smelled of blood.

Duanmu Rong couldn't help but blinked.

The man in white also blinked, "Could it be because I killed a few mice before I came here?" That's why I'm afraid of him?

Some sane guys started messing around because of his absence, so on the way to pick up his nephew, the man in white stopped by and chopped off some people's restless paws to wake them up.

He accidentally took away his hand after chopping it up too happily, but he took a bath and changed clothes on purpose before coming, but unfortunately the smell of blood that could not be concealed by bathing and changing clothes still exposed him.

The man in white felt a little frustrated.

——He is obviously so amiable, what are you afraid of?