The night was bleak and silent.

When she saw the deserted street, Her Royal Highness the princess and the couple walked into King Ning's mansion together. Standing proudly on the top of the tower, the swordsman with his clothes fluttering under the cold moonlight smiled slightly.

His low-hanging blade was stained with blood. Blood trailed down the blade of the sword. Until the tip of the sword, it condensed into a bead of blood that shimmered with a glittering light.

Ticking, this bead of blood can't withstand the power. It dripped from the tip of the sword and fell onto a tile beneath his feet, splattering into a bright snowflake.

The cool breeze of Xi Xi blew, and the swordsman's clothes fluttered. Under the moonlight, the cold silver glow shone on the blade of the autumn water, reflecting a terrifying cold light.

"It's finally over!" Seeing that the gate of King Ning's Mansion was closed, the swordsman's cold and numb face also showed a trace of exhaustion. With a long breath, he inserted the sword in his hand into the scabbard.

Along the way, no less than thirty people died under his sword. These people came out of nowhere, but each of them was a good hand with one as ten. Moreover, they are cold-blooded and brutal.

Rao is this swordsman has extremely high martial arts, and he followed him along the way. After more than ten battles, I can't help but feel physically and mentally exhausted.

The wind blew, and the long hair like ink swept across the knife-edged cheeks. A pair of eyes were revealed, more beautiful and hazy than the moonlight.

The cool evening breeze brought fresh air, making the lingering smell of blood much less.

The swordsman looked at the solemn gate of the palace under the tower, and saw that under the dark night, on both sides of the gate of the palace, the dim lanterns swayed in the wind.

It's very cozy!

A smile of relief appeared on the swordsman's cheek, so charming.

I glanced at the closed door. The swordsman sighed slightly in his heart: I should also go, there are still many things.

He turned to leave, but heard a creaking wooden door open behind him.

The swordsman stopped and turned his head to look.

The wooden door, which had been closed a moment ago, opened a crack.

The scholar who had just escaped from danger was looking out sneakily at this time. The look is very funny, like a playful child.

He, what is this going to do?

The swordsman looked at the scholar at the door, frowned, and said in his heart.

In the gentle evening breeze, the lights flickered. The spots of light reflected on the ground under the lantern also swayed.

The streets are silent, deserted. Occasionally, falling flowers came out of the treetops, falling slowly, gently standing on the ground, the wind blowing, and the petals shook gently.

After looking at it like this, the scholar finally opened the door.

He carried a wooden plate in his hand, and on that wooden plate lay two bowls full of wine.

The scholar cautiously took the drink and walked out the door. Glancing around. Maybe it was because I didn't see anything, and after a while, I sighed a little disappointed.

He placed the wooden plate on the ground and picked up a bowl of wine himself. Raised for a moment towards the attic where the swordsman was, and was about to drink it all in one gulp, but it seemed that he had thought of something.

Then, I saw the scholar, holding a wine bowl, and thought for a while. He cleared his throat ridiculously and sang a tune.

The tune in a minor key is melodious and tactful, like the voice of a lark, and if sung well, it should be very good. It's just that when this scholar sang it, it didn't say a word in tune.

However, his surname is very good, and he didn't make a mistake in singing a word.

The scholar shook his head and sang, which naturally alarmed the people in the mansion. After a while, I saw someone poking his head out of the door and looking at the scholar strangely.

"Sing to the wine, the bright moon is geometric!" When the scholar was found to be doing such a mess, his face was not red and his heart was not beating, he turned his head, smiled at the many people behind him, and said.

Flutter ...... Seeing that the scholar was so serious about hiding his embarrassment, the swordsman on the tower couldn't help laughing, but he laughed.

Under the silver moonlight, the swordsman pursed his lips and smiled, his delicate body trembling slightly, he should have been amused by the scholar's appearance. In every gesture, that smile and cheek are peerless.

It's a drinking song!

The swordsman listened to the scholar's out-of-tune singing, and with a smile in his hazy eyes like autumn water, he thought so in his heart.

After finding a branch in the scholar's hand, and after directing everyone to sing the tune, he turned around, picked up the wine cup again, and saluted the vast night sky and the sultry night, and then, raising his head, drank it all.

Putting down the wine bowl, the scholar's gaze still refused to give up and scanned the dark night around him. However, there was still silence and no trace of it.

After a long time, the scholar finally gave up.

He shook his head and smiled, and bowed his hand to the dark night when no one was around. Then he turned around and waved his hand to the stunned people behind him, and was about to go home.

On the tower, the swordsman saw that the scholar was about to leave, and he sighed in his heart.

Eyes were fixed on the wooden plate in front of the door, the clear wine bowl reflecting the moonlight. The swordsman smiled, just as he was about to jump.

But when he saw the scholar who was about to enter the door, he suddenly stopped, and glanced around again.

How cunning!

The swordsman was startled, and quickly stopped, condescendingly, and glared at him fiercely.

The scholar didn't gain anything, and now he really doesn't insist anymore. It's just that, when he was about to enter the door, he suddenly stretched out his finger and blocked it to his lips, and Buzz kissed it.

Then, stretch out your palms, puff up your cheeks, and blow gently.

On the tower, the swordsman, who had realized something, reached out his hand to catch the invisible thing.

After noticing his gaffe, the swordsman blushed, cursed in his mouth, and withdrew his hand angrily and wiped it on the placket of his clothes.

The wooden door creaked shut, and the door was dimly lit.

After waiting quietly on the tower for a long time, I saw that the wooden door never opened again.

At this moment, the swordsman's feet were light, as light as a feather, and he floated down from the tower.

Move out of the way and walk up the steps.

Look at the bowl of wine on the wooden plate. The swordsman smiled and took a sip from the wine bowl.

Sweet, not very strong!

It's rice wine!

The swordsman smiled and said in his heart.

…… Pushing open the door, Liu Qingqing and Princess Ankang were sitting opposite, smiling and saying something.

Seeing Lu Heng come in, the second daughter stopped talking.

Princess Ankang quietly withdrew her hand from Liu Qingqing's hand and moved her gaze to the side.

Obviously, she didn't want to see this scholar.

Well, especially the scholar's eyes that kept blinking towards him.

It's annoying!

Princess Ankang said angrily in her heart.

On the side, Liu Qingqing saw Princess Ankang's expression, and then turned her head to look at her uncle's sneering appearance. I thought these two people were funny, and I covered my mouth and snickered.

He got up and walked to Lu Heng's side.

Stretched out his hand to pull the robe on his body for Lu Heng, carefully sorted it out, and asked softly, "Uncle, do you see the person outside?" ”

"Nope!" Lu Heng shook his head with some disappointment, hugged Liu Qingqing's waist, gently kissed her smooth forehead, and said with a smile.

"Uncle!" Liu Qingqing blushed and lowered her head and said in disgust.

"Haha!" Seeing this woman so shy, Lu Heng was happy in his heart. The disappointment just now couldn't help but dissipate a lot.

The woman glared at him fiercely, wanting to say a few words to him. However, when I saw my uncle's laughter, a look of regret flashed in my eyes. Liu Qingqing panicked, hurriedly grabbed Lu Heng's arm, and asked, "Uncle, what's wrong?" ”

"Heh, I didn't find anyone, I'm a little disappointed!" Lu Heng sighed, and after saying something, he shook his head with a wry smile.

"Seeing your look like this, could it be that the swordsman is a woman?" On the side, Princess Ankang sneered after hearing this. Turning his head, he looked at Lu Heng and sneered. The look of contempt in those eyes was self-evident.

"Hah!" Lu Heng glanced at her in surprise, groped his chin, nodded and shook his head: "I thought it was an acquaintance, well, it's a woman." However, even she is not as large as Her Royal Highness the Princess! ”

What scale?

Princess Ankang listened to the clouds, turned her head, and happened to meet Lu Heng's misty eyes, staring at her full chest, as if tasting something, her eyes were full of interest.

"You!" Princess Ankang subconsciously raised her hand and blocked her chest. Beautiful eyes stared at Lu Heng with fire.

"Does Her Royal Highness like to eat papaya?" Lu Heng retracted his gaze, picked up a cup of tea on the table, took a sip, and asked lightly.

"I like it!" Princess Ankang nodded subconsciously, but after the words came out, she felt that the atmosphere was wrong. She kept a straight face, waited for Lu Heng to take a look, then turned her head to the side, and snorted coldly: "What's the matter with you!" ”

"No wonder!" Lu Heng glanced at Princess Ankang, well, Princess Ankang's chest, nodded knowingly, and said with a smile.

"Uncle!" On the side, Liu Qingqing said angrily. Seeing her uncle's super-thick-skinned appearance, she was also a little annoyed. Secretly raised the little foot hidden under the table and kicked Lu Heng's leg.

"Ahem, get down to business!" In the blink of an eye, Lu Heng became extremely serious.

Turning his head, he looked at Princess Ankang and asked, "Her Royal Highness should know the identity of the person who helped her all the way just now, right?" ”

"Yes!" Princess Ankang nodded with a smile, looked at the eager Lu Heng with funny eyes, took a sip of tea slowly, and asked, "But, why should I tell you!" ”

Belch...... Lu Heng was stunned, he didn't expect this.

While scratching her head, Liu Qingqing saw that her uncle was so curious, and she couldn't bear it, so she had to step forward and take Princess Ankang's hand and plead softly.

couldn't stand Liu Qingqing's deep affection for the scholar, and Princess Ankang couldn't bear to refuse. After taking a deep look at Liu Qingqing, he shook his head and sighed slightly.

After raising her head and glancing at the scholar, Princess Ankang put down the teacup and said leisurely: "Under the autumn wind and falling leaves, the desert lonely city is dusk. ”

After reciting a poem lightly, Princess Ankang said with a smile: "His name is Ye Gucheng!" ”

Seeing that the scholar frowned, he pondered. Princess Ankang smiled coldly, and said in an accentuated tone: "Ye Gucheng, it's a man!" ”

(To be continued)