I don't want to marry those men! A voice cried out in her heart.

The water reflected in the water, and behind her appeared a man wearing a white yak-tailed helmet and wearing a red armor.

His face was hidden under the grimace mask of the helmet, and it was difficult to see clearly, which looked very terrifying, but the two long black beards made her feel particularly familiar.

"Who are you?" She let out a scream and reached out to remove the grimace mask.

The other party stretched out his hand to block his face and took a few steps back.

"Who are you? Let me see your face......" she cried out and chased after her.

"Chiyo-nu, we'll see each other again in the next life, and you'll know me then......" the man said, slowly disappearing from her eyes.

Shiori Mochizuki straightened up sharply and sat up from the bed.

She subconsciously looked around and was relieved to see that Lin Yiqing and her sister Kaori Mochizuki were both asleep.

She lay down gently, looking at Lin Yiqing's handsome face in the moonlight, thinking of the "reward" he gave to the two sisters just now after returning from a mission in Japan, and her heart was full of tender love.

She stretched out her hand and gently stroked Lin Yiqing's slightly bearded face, enjoying the slightly rough but warm feeling that slid through her fingertips.

"Why did you wake up so early? Did you have a nightmare? Lin Yiqing didn't open his eyes, but there was a slight smile on his lips.

"No...... It's just that...... I dreamed of ...... Ancestor Chiyo Mochizuki, hehe. Shiori Mochizuki kissed Lin Yiqing's forehead lightly and replied with a smile.

"Oh? Didn't Your Excellency Chiyo say anything to you? Lin Yiqing opened her eyes and stretched out her hand to wrap around her slender waist. Pull her closer. Gently caressing her belly, which was as white as snow. Asked softly.

"No, it's just a dream of some legends of the Lady Chiyo when she was young......" Shiori Mochizuki thought back to the dream, and somehow, she felt a little melancholy.

"What legend?" Lin Yiqing asked

"Her Excellency Chiyo Mochizuki has been pursuing true love in the world but can't, and the people who want to marry her are all for the position of the head of the Mochizuki family, killing each other, and finally ...... They all died, and later it was Mochizuki, the nephew of Shingenko Takeda, who married her. Then in the Battle of Nagashino, Sheng Shi also died, and she ended up alone......" Shiori Mochizuki's voice gradually became smaller, and finally lowered her head and stopped talking.

"You won't be like her." Lin Yiqing understood what she was thinking, smiled, picked her up horizontally, and put her on his chest, "You have me, our descendants." will inherit your family business. Lin Yiqing stroked her lower abdomen with her hand with the "vest line" that later generations of girls dreamed of, and looked at her beautiful face. Said meaningfully.

Shiori Mochizuki remembered the hot current that was still in her body and almost made her faint, and her heart was full of sweet feelings. She grunted and fell on his chest.

"The lord ......is eccentric," the younger sister Kaori Mochizuki's giggle came from the side.

"Dare to say that I am partial, tomorrow's banquet will punish you for dancing." Lin Yiqing said with a smile.

"What's there, for the sake of the lord, you can do anything...... No, no, my dance is only for the lord to see......"

"Where did you go! It's not for you to do that kind of dance! Tomorrow is my birthday party, don't you want to make me ugly? ”

"Hehe, this is not good, it depends on the performance of the lord tonight......"

"Ghost girl! You wait! I'll clean you up in a moment! ”

This day is Lin Yiqing's thirtieth birthday, and the Lin Mansion is full of guests.

After a whole day of hustle and bustle, the feast continued at night, but only about forty people remained in the inner hall. Dozens of bright red yarn lamps were lit around, and the "Yafeng Hall" in the Lin Mansion was bright. There are no more tables and chairs, and guests are kneeling on a thick wool carpet that fills the entire hall with a huge pattern of Lin Yiqing's family crest, the golden-winged Dapeng bird.

Although Lin Yiqing said that he has no official position now, but now on his birthday, the family members of Fuzhou City come to congratulate an endless stream, Lin Yiqing was overjoyed to arrange a whole sheep banquet of the northern Mongolian tribe in the ancestral house "Yafeng Hall", and has been sitting behind the bead curtain to raise a glass diligently, and he is sitting with Belle Mulinde? Yi Kwong. Others are outside the beaded curtain, chatting and laughing in front of the charred roast lamb and enjoying the performance of the stunning dancers in the center.

Feng Xiaorong, a music master specially invited by Yi Kuang, actually played the piano on the side, but there was no expression on a beautiful face.

The other expressionless person was a woman in red who sat in the last seat, different from Feng Xiaorong's beauty, her face was bright and shiny, like a pearl and jade, but there was a heroic spirit between the two clear and green eyebrows.

She is Ruri Xingyue, the female ninja leader of the Misty Hidden Stream.

Xingyue Liuli has always disliked this kind of banquet. But since her father died, there are no men left in the family, and more than ten generations of the family of ninja blood, those samurai who have fallen into the world have spilled their blood on the battlefield. The population of the Xingyue clan is getting thinner and thinner. For the prestige of the Xingyue clan, Xingyue Liuli had to use her daughter to hold up the portal.

And she was only twelve years old that year, and she should have watched the clear moonlight in front of the flower garden......

So far, she has gone through countless life-and-death struggles.

Thinking in his heart, the silver dagger in Xingyue Liuli's hand did not stop, the knife was cut on the leg of mutton, and the exquisite knife knife technique cut the leg of mutton into thin strips. But in front of a plate of fragrant meat strips, Xingyue Liuli only frowned slightly. She is not used to the noise of this aristocratic family's banquet, and the daughter of the Xingyue clan also bleeds the blood of famous endure, not afraid of blood and yellow sand, but she is not a person in pleasure.

"Doesn't Miss Xingyue like the rough food of the barbarians?" The eldest son of Fuzhou General Mo Tushan actually left the noble guest seat at the top and came to see the star and moon glass at the end in person.

"Don't dare," Xingyue Liuli said, "I have eaten extremely poorly in the army all year round, and I am used to it. Moreover, the food of the Mongolian people is not coarse. ”

Fuzhou general Mo Tushan is a member of the "Green Lion" department of the Bo people outside the Guan, transferred from the Eastern Province to Fuzhou, his people are heroic and heroic, the eldest son Mo Zhen does not have his father's bravery, but likes the beauties from all over the country, and there are no less than 200 dancing girls in the house. It is said that every night is a time to enjoy the glamorous dances of beautiful women dressed in light veils. and then took advantage of the wine to have a show. When Motushan was angry, he whipped his eldest son. There is no time for discipline. Mo Zhen thought that his father did not understand the amorous feelings, and after arriving in Beijing, he liked the life of the Beijing family more and more, and also left a romantic reputation among the aristocratic sons in the capital. More than half of the dancers who came to Lin Yiqing's birthday banquet today were from his house.

"Miss Xingyue is...... After the famous Japanese generals, they are so beautiful and delicate that they are really not suitable for joining the army. The battlefield is tough. It's easy to get old," Mo Zhen didn't lack the mood of pity and cherishing jade. He has been pestering Xingyue Liuli for half a night, but Xingyue Liuli has always been cold-faced, and Mo Zhen is helpless. It wasn't until Lin Yiqing's family banquet started that everyone couldn't help but laugh, and Mo Zhen was half drunk again, so he dared to come up and try the edge of this famous Japanese general's daughter again. With Mo Zhen's knowledge, there are never few strong women, but in the end, they all turned into gentle stunners in his arms, in the amorous field. But he is not a man who gives up easily.

Xingyue Liuli's face was expressionless: "It is also common for a horse leather shroud to die on the battlefield, I have been in the army since I joined the army." I am not afraid of burying my bones in another country one day, let alone my appearance. ”

Geng Wen, the son of Geng Zhongxing, the commander of the sailor battalion over there, was also amazed that there was a female general like Xingyue Liuli in the Satsuma army under Lin Yiqing, and raised his glass to sigh with Mo Zhen: "Why is Miss Xingyue bothering? I want to be at a loss in the universe, you and I are all dust, and our lives will eventually become dry bones for decades, and our youth is short but we can't have fun immediately, and I have wasted my beautiful daughter's body. ”

Geng Wen was already drunk, and he couldn't help touching Xingyue Liuli's hand as he spoke. Xingyue Liuli's hand was slender and graceful, but when she touched her hands, Geng Wen's hand was even more delicate than hers.

"Geng Gongzi!" Xingyue Liuli was furious, and with a push, she actually pushed the plate of mutton on Geng Wen's chest.

The sound of the silver plate falling to the ground shocked Lin Yiqing, who was persuading Qingbeile to drink behind the bead curtain, and the surrounding guests also looked at this presumptuous female warrior in surprise. Most of the people at the banquet were literati, and in the eyes of Xingyue Liuli, the guests were surprised by her brightness and her strength, and the atmosphere suddenly cooled down.

"Miss Xingyue, what are you doing?" Lin Yiqing asked in a deep voice.

"Subordinate...... It's hard to drink...... "Xingyue Liuli lowered her head.

Mo Zhen heard Lin Yiqing's dissatisfaction. He was pretentious and unwilling to let Xingyue Liuli be punished, of course, he was not afraid of Lin Yiqing's majesty, and hurriedly pulled Geng Wen up: "It's okay, it's okay, you might as well continue to drink and celebrate Lord Lin's birthday." ”

"It's just that I don't punish her at all, it inevitably seems that my lord is too weak."

"That'...... Then why don't you ask Miss Xingyue to cheer up the lord's dance," Geng Wen suddenly remembered the legend in the newspaper, "I heard that Japanese women can sing and dance well, and the dance they dance is extremely wonderful, although it is not as charming as the dancing girls in General Mo's mansion, but it is also rare." ”

Hearing this request, Xingyue Liuli's willow eyebrows rose like knives.

"Okay, let Miss Xingyue dance, cheer everyone up, and resist her noisy crime!" Lin Yiqing nodded.

There was laughter all around, Lin Yiqing was no longer angry, and the ordinary guests didn't have to be afraid, so they applauded, and everyone liked to see this beautiful female warrior in red dancing. is a dancer with status, no matter how beautiful she dances, it can't compare to the "daughter of a famous Japanese general" to make people reverie.

Xingyue Liuli turned her head violently.

"Miss Xingyue?" Lin Yiqing's voice came from behind the curtain again, faintly angry.

In front of everyone's eyes, Xingyue Liuli slowly sat down. Geng Wen and Mo Zhen were also afraid that her refusal would arouse Lin Yiqing's anger, and they felt uneasy in their hearts. In the quiet inner hall, everyone's thoughts were churning, only Xingyue Liuli didn't have a trace of expression, and no one could see what she was thinking.

"Let these dancers go down," Ruri suddenly waved her hand, "I never dance with anyone else...... I can only dance with a sword, but I'm afraid that no one here knows Japanese music......"

"I'm familiar with the score of the Sword Dance," Feng Xiaorong in the corner said lightly, "However, the piano skills are different from those in Middle-earth, and the requirements for piano skills are very high, so I'm afraid that the other musicians here can't cooperate with me." ”

"It's okay," Ruri nodded her head, "One musician is enough, even without a musician it's nothing." Just hit the column with a knife as the beat. ”

"Okay."

Xingyue Liuli took out the silver comb from her arms, turned her head slightly, and combed her long waterfall-like hair at the edge of the table. At that time, a canopy of sparks exploded in the red lampshade, and the light illuminated the black hair and flowed a gorgeous dark red, like the touching color of the newlywed's veil.

The long dark red hair that was intoxicating. Brushing across the white and slender neck of the stars and moons. In the end, this strong woman put it away and tied it into a simple bun by herself.

See her hair-pulling movements. Mo Zhen was stunned, and applauded repeatedly: "Okay! ”

Ryuki stood up. She was already wearing a bright red silk soft armor, and the golden belt tied her waist tightly, and she walked all the way to the hall, which was really tempting and enchanting. But as she pulled out her saber (the Japanese call it a samurai sword) at her waist, a heroic aura floated into the air, and the guests around her were shocked. No one has ever seen the sword dance of Japanese ninjas, they don't know. The Japanese sword dance was originally strong, and it was not the beautiful dance called "sword dance" that the children of the nobility imagined in Middle-earth. Once the sword is drawn, both men and women are like samurai in front of the battle, and there is no crisp chest and long legs that are twisted, only the killing intent and domineering of the samurai.

Feng Xiaorong ten conductors, a string of explosive piano rhymes. She played the piano alone, but it was like thunder rolling on the ground, and the sound of the battlefield reverberated in the hall, and some guests were shocked to take a step back. Qingbeile behind the beaded curtain was also taken aback.

"Lord Baylor doesn't need to panic," Lin Yiqing smiled and patted Qing Baylor's shoulder. "This music is an imitation of the sound of iron hooves, so there is this explosive sound. The next paragraph is less scary. ”

"I didn't expect Lord Lin to be proficient in music." Surprised, Feng Xiaorong couldn't help but look at Lin Yiqing.

"I just understand it." Lin Yiqing smiled and nodded to her, "Let Mr. Feng smile." ”

Xingyue Liuli was turning in the light of her own sword, wearing a fiery red robe and a snow-bright long knife. As the blade danced around, the guests avoided their seats. Xingyue Liuli's own body is light, like a red leaf floating in the cold, but the knife is the killer of the male in Japanese swordsmanship, Ying and Feng Xiaorong's more and more high-pitched piano sound, as if the Warring States heroes hundreds of years ago returned to the earth, waving the knife and pointing at the sky in the rainy night of the battlefield.

"Great! Great! Lin Yiqing was amazed.

And Feng Xiaorong's tune turned again, and the sound of the piano was erratic, and sure enough, it was like a flame that was constantly rising and falling in the wind, and a mysterious and desolate atmosphere intensified in the continuous sound of the piano. Xingyue Liuli's sword dance was faster, and the saber she used was originally light and thin, but at this time, the person was already shrouded in the shadow of the blade, and the silver blade reflected the light with a fiery red. The guests opened their mouths wide and stayed there.

"It's coming." Lin Yiqing suddenly frowned slightly.

Only Feng Xiaorong, Lin Yiqing, and Xingyue Liuli knew that it was wrong, and the sword dance in this section should have been as light as a weight, and it could be seen to be smooth in the fast sword. But Xingyue Liuli is a woman after all, and swordsmanship is not what she is good at, in order to keep up with Feng Xiaorong's tune, she can only dance the sword with all her strength, but the sword momentum is gradually chaotic.

There was a slight sound, and a red cloth flew out of the sword circle. It turned out to be the fast sword of Xingyue Liuli that cut off the corner of his belt.

In addition to the sound of swords in the hall, there was suddenly a sound of high-fives. With the calm applause, the guests saw Lin Yiqing slowly walking into the center of the inner hall, and the graceful look all the way made the children of the aristocratic families present ashamed of themselves, and they didn't look like a real person.

Xingyue Liuli was shocked, but the sword in her hand couldn't stop, and at this time it had reached a critical stage, and the pressure of her sword dance had reached its peak...... Lin Yiqing suddenly smiled at her, and then his wide robe and wide sleeves were unfolded, and his whole person suddenly turned into a flying crane in the clouds, dancing with the sword momentum of Xingyue Liuli in the inner hall.

Lin Yiqing's actions didn't seem to have the strength of a samurai at all, but the strange thing was that his dance was as unfathomable as the sea, and his every move was matched with Feng Xiaorong's masculine tune. His fluttering long sleeves were lifted up, and it was like a mountain turning. Under his dancing posture, Xingyue Ruri could no longer maintain the majestic style of a samurai, but flew lightly, clinging to him and spinning, like a red delphinium hovering on a mountain.

Once Lin Yiqing joined the dance, she became the dominant player in the dance, and her sword dance was attracted and involuntarily followed him.

"Is a woman still a woman after all?" Under the pressure of Lin Yiqing's peerless dance, Xingyue Liuli had only helplessness. She has never been willing to be below men, but after all, she still gave Lin Yiqing the upper hand in the masculine dance.

In a trance, she actually felt an unprecedented beauty and a faint happiness.

In heaven and earth, it seems that only the two of them are dancing opposite each other, like a pair of lovers who depend on each other for life and death.

"Angry with me? Glass? Lin Yiqing asked in a voice that only she could hear.

"How could it be ......" Xingyue Ruri felt a little fever on her face.

"Do me a favor, wait for the people to leave, and then make amends to you......"

"Don't ......"

"Hahahaha...... For a while, the skill itched and everyone laughed. In front of everyone's eyes, Lin Yiqing looked up to the sky and smiled in the hall. The red-clothed woman's sword light converged and silently snuggled behind him, while Feng Xiaorong suddenly clapped her hands on the strings at the end, stopping all the remaining sounds. The piano player lowered his head in contemplation.

The applause suddenly rang out in the Yafeng Hall, and the guests looked in the direction of the applause, and it turned out to be Beile Yikuang, who seemed to be intoxicated. At this time, Yi Kuang had already gotten up and walked out of the bead curtain, staring at Lin Yiqing and Xingyue Liuli. The body naturally exudes the majesty of an imperial family.

"Seeing such a wonderful dance today, I have no regrets in this life!" Ching Belle applauded solemnly.

"Yes, yes!" Of course, Geng Wen would not let go of the opportunity to curry favor with the royal family, so he hurriedly slapped the case and applauded vigorously.

In an instant, more than forty guests stood up together, and the applause in the Yafeng Hall was deafening, which alarmed the outermost guards.

Only Feng Xiaorong stared at Lin Yiqing for a moment in the crowd, then got up and left.

"Is there such a person in the world?" Feng Xiaorong shook her head and sighed. (To be continued......)

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