The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

Ning Quruo wiped his face, hiding his disappointed eyes. He seemed to be distracted again. He raised his hand, picked up the remote control and wanted to turn off the TV.

Put your finger on the red button.

Turn off.

The TV screen went black.

There was silence in the ward.

Just like the fan on the scarf said.

Not interesting...

Ning Quruo lay back and closed his eyes.

Huo Yan also pushed the wheelchair to Gu Weimian's side, held Gu Weimian's hand with both hands, and frowned.

Use your palms slightly.

A full minute or so.

Lin Zhiyun suddenly ran in. Before Huo Yan and Ning Quruo could react, he hurriedly picked up the remote control.

Turn on the TV.

Ning Quruo frowned, Huo Dadi stood up and took the remote control from Lin Zhiyun's hand.

Suddenly, the screen on the TV changed.

In a dimly lit place, a corner of the palace.

Yuan Xiu, who was wearing a red brocade robe and carrying a wine bottle, walked slowly from the corridor.

Her face was already stained with a bit of drunkenness, with the carefree and romantic look of a young master from aristocratic family.

Dappled light and shadow hit her face.

I want to see it, but I can't see clearly.

Until she slowly walked to the gate of the palace, the bright light in the palace shone on her, and she finally saw clearly.

Like a rare gem, it finally shines with the brilliance it deserves.

"Brother!"

A shout came from the hall.

A smile appeared on Yuan Xiu's lips, and he turned around and entered the hall.

The entire shot actually takes less than a few seconds.

Ning Quruo was stunned.

The palace banquet officially began.

His eyes couldn't help but pursue the red figure in the corner.

She sat half-sitting on the ground, looking up and drinking.

His movements are obviously more outrageous than those of the ministers around him, but they capture your heart.

As she swallowed the wine one mouthful at a time, she jumped wildly.

The banquet was in full swing.

Among the singers dancing in the center, an assassin suddenly jumped out.

Go straight to King Qi.

Everyone was stunned.

Only Yuan Xiu pounced on King Qi immediately.

Seeing that the assassin's sword was about to hit Yuan Xiu, Ning Quruo's heart skipped a beat.

General Wu Li suddenly appeared in black armor.

"Park——"

The sound of a dull knife entering flesh.

His sword pierced the assassin's chest.

Blood splattered everywhere.

It happened to splash all over Yuan Xiu who was standing in front of King Qi.

The sharp sword tip passed through the assassin's chest, right next to Yuan Xiu's cheek.

It was just a tiny bit away from piercing her eye.

Wu Li didn't move.

Look past the assassin to Yuan Xiu.

Yuan Xiu didn't blink an eyelid and actually laughed softly.

That smile is heart-catching.

She casually picked up the wine bottle on King Qi's desk and greeted Wu Li across the assassin's corpse, her voice low and lazy.

"To the great general."

"despair--"

Everyone seemed to be able to hear the sound of blood drops from the tip of the sword falling on the corners of Yuan Xiu's eyes.

The blood beads scattered into a blood stain.

It adds a bit of coquettishness to Yuan Xiuping.

She was sitting on the steps, holding her back with one hand and raising the other hand. Transparent wine flowed from the green wine bottle.

She drank wine and looked at the audience.

Those pair of peach blossom eyes squinted at everyone.

At that moment, her free and easy and domineering attitude shocked the whole hall.

And the picture is also fixed in this scene.

One standing, one sitting, black armor, red clothes.

Except for Yuan Xiu and Wu Li, everyone else turned into background color.