Chapter Sixty-Eight: Sharpening the Spear

Can't find a master, and must learn the art of self-defense, she can't sleep for tea and dinner all night, and finally has a flash of inspiration on a night on duty - there is!

Shader.

Su Qingce's hand strength is not very strong, whether there is the so-called internal force in his body, and it is estimated that the silver needle and the like can only pierce himself. However, she can exchange the silver needle for other hidden weapons, such as Xiao Li's flying knife, ninja's shuriken and the like.

However, these only exist in anime and TV series, and the realistic effect is not so amazing, but after she saw Murong Jue's martial arts in the Forbidden Palace, she generally affirmed this idea, Xiao Li's flying knife and shuriken can still be realized.

Moreover, on top of this, she must also put a little more effort into finding the acupuncture points that are being thrown.

Otherwise, what should I do if I prick my chest without pain, but it provokes people's blood to surging back?

So, Luo Xiaoran divided this plan into two parts: theory and practice, and the theoretical knowledge directly borrowed a human acupuncture point map from the Tai Hospital, and used the identity of the little palace maid to hook up with a little imperial doctor who looked honest and made him his teacher.

The actual part was handed over to Han Yan.

Han Yan basically teaches Mu Xian every day, and Murong Jue is busy with business during the day, so she sneaks away for a few hours to steal school, and it is not a big problem.

The originally boring days suddenly became exciting, so wonderful that she had no time to pay all her attention to Murong Jie's body, and even when the two of them were alone at night, she was also full of human body acupuncture point diagrams, and she fell asleep on the table before nightfall.

It wasn't until the night of September 16, when she walked into the room as usual with tea, that when Murong Jue sent a message from Father-in-law Fu'an and Aunt Xiuyun to tell the palace affairs, she found out that early tomorrow morning, Murong Jue was going to leave for Bianzhou.

And she......

Forget to disguise it, and you are reluctant to follow with a dead face.

I was suddenly shocked, when it was over, would Murong Jue discover her attempt?

Just when she was worried, she also quietly made up her mind. Taking advantage of this gap, I went back to my room, and spent most of the hour cleaning up and fragrant things, sweeping away the smell of sweat emitted by the daytime exercises.

In the end, she also scratched her head in front of the mirror and posed a few times.

I am very satisfied with this face that can't find fault at all, such a beautiful woman, a yellow flower girl, can be regarded as a pair of talented men and women, and the two must be very eye-catching when they stand together. As she stared at the image in the mirror, she vaguely seemed to see an unfamiliar face through this stunning face.

It was just a flash, and she already saw that face very clearly.

Asian standard skin color, double eyelids, thin lips, she is also stunned at the person in the mirror, her eyes are confused.

He looked even more stunned, like a little fool.

This face that looks like it was thrown into the crowd and grabbed a lot of it is Ai Qing's own face, her original appearance. She blinked, and in the mirror she was back to Su Qingce's peerless beauty.

She lifted the smugness at the corner of her mouth, thinking a little sadly, if she was still like Ai Qing, then ...... Will Murong Jue still like her? No, it's a question of whether or not even one glance at her.

She couldn't help but feel a little lost, and walked out of the door with her head down, but was frightened by a long reflection cast by the doorway.

Then, like in the mirror, she raised her head in a little confusion, and saw Murong Jue unexpectedly.

Leaning on the moonlight, his eyes are slightly raised, and his smile is shallow.

Inexplicably gentle.

Luo Xiaoran is a person who likes to look good at things, biting his pink lips, his eyes are shining, "I can ...... Hug you? ”

Luo Xiaoran, who said this, was simply cute and seductive.

His eyes seemed to be filled with a sea of stars, and his cheeks were flushed.

The corners of Murong Jie's mouth twisted into a chuckle, his arms opened slightly, and his eyes raised.

Luo Xiaoran cheered and pounced directly. Su Qingce was taller than him, his arms hung around his neck, his toes stood on tiptoe, his pink lips unconsciously pursed slightly when he spoke, and the soft breath mixed with a faint pink fragrance pounced on Murong Jie's neck.

Between the palms of her hands is her soft and slender waist.

He was a little overwhelmed.

But the person in front of him was still thinking differently and said: "Tomorrow you are going to Bianzhou, you must pay attention to your personal safety, I will wait for you to return to the ...... in Yong'an Palace."

Compared to these, he wanted to ask Su Qingce more, just now what did she think of to show those indifferent expressions.

He boasted that he had a vicious eye, but he really couldn't understand the indifference between Su Qingce's glances, as if she looked at Su Qingce's body through some cold eyes, and it was cold and chilling. Just like that day when she counted her expression and executed the inner prisoner by his hand.

But in the blink of an eye, she threw herself in front of him as if nothing had happened, and chirped like a lovely little girl.

After thinking about it, Murong Jue's eyes swept over the paws on his chest, and added, she was still a little girl with a bit of lust.

Luo Xiaoran's mischievous hand was quickly caught, his fingertips were rough, groping her palms itching, causing her to laugh for a while. "Why are you here?"

He hadn't been here since that visit.

So, Luo Xiaoran thought that he still had a bit of the inferior nature of the royal power and aristocracy in his bones, and he didn't like to come to her poor and shabby small courtyard.

Murong Jue smiled faintly, "You don't welcome me here?" ”

Luo Xiaoran immediately shook his head, "My yard is very small, and the room is also small. ”

Murong was gracious and did not refute her words. But she let go of her hand and walked into the room, looking at the room, which had only some simple furniture, but in a few months, she had arranged the room......

It's a lot of everyone's beautiful feeling.

From time to time, you can still see a lot of things sent by foreign ministers.

The most eye-catching thing is the Western clock placed on the sandalwood table, the pendulum clock in the glass frame swings back and forth, but there is no ticking sound, Murong definitely thought that the clock was broken, and looked at the time of the hands again, and the time was very accurate.

Luo Xiaoran saw that Murong Jue glanced at the Western clock a few more times, and his heart was furious: "I thought it was very noisy, so I let the clever palace people drown out the sound." ”

Murong never said anything more, sat down at her table like an uncle, and picked up the half-embroidered pattern she had casually embroidered.

That look is more attentive than watching the twists and turns.

Luo Xiaoran breathed a sigh of relief.

She still remembered that when Fuxi moved the Western clock into the side hall, her excited expression made Murong Jue look at her for a while, and she couldn't allow her to justify herself, saying that her previous husband admired Western culture very much, and she was also deeply infected, so she was so excited to see such a rare object at this time.

I don't know if Murong Jue finally believed it, anyway, the Western clock appeared in her room that night.