The blazing sun had already gone down, and in the Twilight Cloud Tower, the originally lively high platform had become empty, but the crowd on the side of the high platform had not yet dispersed.

The attendant of Dusk Cloud Tower walked up and began to clean up the battlefield, and the master of ceremonies stepped forward to announce that the martial arts fight between Duan Er Gongzi and Miss Zhu Jiu ended in a draw, and the next martial arts fight would start soon, but no one paid attention to the outcome of the gambling game, and no one had the heart to pay attention to the next martial arts fight.

After all, the previous martial arts fight was already too exciting, and what happened after the martial arts fight was even more exciting.

This year's Twilight Cloud Meeting is really interesting, and that Miss Zhu Jiu is even more interesting.

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but turn to the stairs, and standing on the stairs, people got out of the way, watching the king of Xin'an County holding the girl in his arms with a stiff face.

Zhu Luan buried his head in the arms of King Xin'an as if he was tired, while he followed Song Huaizhu and Princess Jinyang from left to right.

After seeing this strange combination leave, many people on the stairs leaned on the railing and looked down, and could see Duan Lizheng shuttling through the crowd with two swords.

After King Xin'an picked up Zhu Luan, Zhu Luan raised his head from his nephew's arms and looked at his fiancé in front of him with a thoughtful face, still a little embarrassed.

Of course, she couldn't let him carry herself upstairs, although the appearance of the king of Xin'an County could pass the level in her heart, but others who didn't know her relationship with the king of Xin'an would inevitably think about it, and she could be regarded as wiping Duan Lizheng's face in public.

However, she didn't want to be too embarrassed for herself for the sake of face, so she asked him to return the sword.

The boy thought about it for a moment and agreed without saying anything.

It is really surprising that Duan Haochu would have a younger brother with such a good character.

Zhu Luan thought silently in his heart, while raising his head again from the arms of the king of Xin'an County and looking downstairs.

However, Duan Lizheng is no longer there.

"Concerned about him?" Noticing Zhu Luan's gaze, Song Huaizhu behind him asked coldly.

At this time, he had already walked to the fourth floor, and in the empty corridor, the man's voice sounded quietly.

His voice was as calm as ever, devoid of emotion, but the other three were taken aback.

"He's my fiancé, of course he cares," Zhu Luan smiled, "So...... Ah......h

The girl screamed, because when she heard her words, the king of Xin'an County shook Zhu Luan's hand and almost threw her down.

Zhu Luan had no choice but to hug the neck of the king of Xin'an County, completely ignoring his nephew's frightened eyes, and looked at Song Huaizhu on the side and continued, "So this is just the feelings contained in the marriage contract. ”

"Including mercy on the part of the men?" Song Huaizhu stood still and asked lightly.

"I'm not I'm not." Zhu Luan immediately retorted with wide eyes when he heard this.

Song Huaizhu looked at the hand of the girl who was holding the neck of the king of Xin'an County, his eyes flashed, and he said, "So you hold the sword with your right hand?" ”

Without waiting for Zhu Luan to react, Princess Jinyang, who was standing behind, was shocked and looked at Zhu Luan in disbelief.

Zhu Luan fell silent when he heard this.

After a moment of silence, she raised her head again and stared at the unfathomable man in front of her.

"Can you tell me how you guessed?" She asked softly.

Song Huaizhu looked at Zhu Luan, who was looking at him, the delicate girl looked indifferent, and there was a kind of nobility between her eyebrows and eyes, and a faint Qinggao appeared.

This kind of noble temperament is not common, but he has not seen similar ones among other royal nobles.

But unlike ordinary arrogant noblewomen, there is a kind of tranquility in her innocence, which naturally makes people very comfortable.

It's easy to remind him of that person.

But now, what's the use of having such delusions? No matter how similar it is, it is impossible to say that the more it is, the more it makes him hate and disgust.

Song Huaizhu closed his eyes.

"The first time we met, when we fell off a cliff, you held my left hand." The man's voice was as cold as ice, "Your practical sword is your left hand." ”

Zhu Luan lowered his gaze.

One of the many characteristics of Princess Yingluan is that she is a left-handed swordsman.

But since Zhu Luan's rebirth, he has never held a sword with his left hand.

The only time it was when she shot down the Xiliang woman who attacked her on the cliff, but it was also a temporary change, and it looked like it should be the same as a temporary intention.

But I didn't expect to be discovered by this man, no matter who he was, this man is really keen.

If you are an enemy of him, you will presumably be caught by him as a flaw.

What a horrible person.

"Why?" Song Huaizhu continued to ask, "And the sword you collided with in the end, why did your hand stop?" ”

Song Huaizhu looked at the slender girl in front of him, and he had a lot of puzzles in his heart.

For example, the last sword, even if Zhu Luan's sword will continue to go deeper, it will hurt the meridians at most, and it is not enough to threaten the young man's life.

He believed that although others couldn't see it, it was impossible for her to not understand it if she could use that kind of swordsmanship.

Because she only wanted to stab the young man in the left arm with a sword all along, and she didn't want his life at all.

He can calculate the sword path and the game of the big people in the court, but he can read the careful thoughts of other cultivators, but he can't see through this woman's thoughts.

"Or do you think his sword can't hurt your neck?" Song Huaizhu glanced at Zhu Luan's white and tender neck with burning eyes.

Zhu Luan subconsciously covered his neck, of course, there was no blood there now.

When she was carried into Song Huaizhu's arms, she immediately covered the wound cut by the sword, and only let go of her hand after the palm of her hand burned and the flames of her blood turned into completely disappeared.

She would do that, of course, to be sure that she would not die under Duan Lizheng's sword.

However, even if her blood would turn into fire in an instant, in the scene at that time, the sword was fused first and the blood was cut off first, and she couldn't say which one would be in front.

But fortunately, Song Huaizhu's appearance allowed her to get out of the worst situation.

"I don't want to hurt his meridians," Zhu Luan said with a smile after a moment of silence, "His sword is still of great use. ”

"His sword is not stained with blood." Song Huaizhu stared at the girl's eyes that seemed to be burning, and said quietly.

Zhu Luan glanced at him unexpectedly, then lowered her gaze, "But his sword can protect many people," she said seriously.

"What a contradictory woman," Song Huaizhu snorted, "Don't forget my advice, otherwise don't blame me for meddling, your life is not yours alone." ”

After speaking, the man turned around and walked back to the box of the Dizi Pavilion, leaving the three of them to look at his back.

Zhu Luan smiled, raised his head and said to the stunned King of Xin'an, "Let's go too." ”

After the figures of the three disappeared, a person walked out from the corner of the staircase on the fourth floor.

Duan Lizheng glanced at the closed door of the Dizi Pavilion and ascended the stairs on the fifth floor.

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