There was a very loud noise, coming from far and near, as if someone was singing, as if someone was screaming, as if someone was crying, or all kinds of voices were mixed together.

In four words: very confusing.

Chu Yu frowned, subconsciously stroked the dark arrow on his arm through his sleeve, and then decisively stood up and walked out: "Yue Jiefei, follow, accompany me to have a look." ”

Yue Jiefei jumped back to the door from the roof, walking with Chu Yu with light steps, he said as he walked: "Princess, don't go, I'm also a little that madman, I'm afraid it will be difficult to protect the princess at that time, he will just make a fuss, just clean up." ”

Chu Yu didn't stop.

From Viet Jiefei's words, we can get two messages:

First, the other party is relatively strong, even Yue Jiefei admits that he can't deal with it, although he was in danger on the mountain that day, but Chu Yu learned from Liusang's mouth that the three assassins who were first stopped by Yue Jiefei were all first-class masters, and Yue Jiefei blocked those people with one enemy and three and one enemy four, and he had already shown extremely superb swordsmanship.

Second, the current situation is not tense, listening to Yue Jiefei's tone, even if this is not the first time it has happened, she may have been accustomed to it, and Princess Sanyin probably knows about the existence of this matter.

But Chu Yu didn't know.

She was eager to see what was going on.

Walking out of Xiuyuanju quickly, he saw a group of people coming here from a distance, and a red shadow was extremely conspicuous.

Chu Yu stared at it for a while, and then he saw clearly that the red shadow was actually a flower mistake that he had seen once.

At this time, Hua Cuo was very different from what Chu Yu saw that day, his face was flushed, his eyebrows were flying, his eyes were hazy with mist, and his slightly ordinary facial features suddenly became a little more compelling, he held a long sword in one hand and a wine jug in the other, dragging his steps and staggering, and singing, almost no one in his eyes, and around him, most of them were guards and attendants in the house, they carefully surrounded Hua Cuo, but they didn't dare to get too close, Hua Cuo took a step forward, and the encirclement also had to move.

Seeing that it was Hua Mistake, Chu Yu roughly understood what was going on, and Yue Jiefei beside him said: "Princess, don't get too close, Hua Cuo's drunken maniac doesn't know anyone when he gets drunk, and his swordsmanship doubles after he gets drunk, and I am also a little embarrassed." ”

Chu Yu smiled casually, found a hidden corner to stand, and watched the flower with Yue Jiefei...... Drunken madness.

Yes, if he looks like this, he is really drunk, but I don't know how much alcohol he drank to be drunk by this ultra-low alcohol alcohol.

In Chu Yu's opinion, the alcohol concentration of the wine of this era is really not enough compared to those high-concentration alcoholic wines in modern times.

Hua Cuo sang loudly, while slowly approaching the place where Chu Yu was, just when he was about to walk in front of Chu Yu, as if an alarm was announced, the wine jug fell on the stone-paved road with a clatter, he stopped, and everyone suddenly seemed to be facing a great enemy, Yue Jiefei also moved vigorously in front of Chu Yu, holding his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist and waiting for him.

Chu Yu was blocked from view, and it was very inconvenient to watch the excitement, so he tilted his head and quietly poked out from Yue Jiefei's side, and continued to watch the swordsman go crazy.

Compared with the seriousness of the people around him, Hua Cuo's attitude is extremely casual and even arrogant, his drunken face is shrouded in bright colors that seem to drip down, like a blooming rose, he slowly raised the thin sword in his hand, the sword body faintly reflects a shallow red light, word of mouth, this red light is because of too many killings, the blood of the dead dyed.

Hua Cuo raised one side of his eyebrows, looked left and right, his gaze stopped on whom, and he couldn't help but take a step back, but in the end, Hua Cuo's gaze crossed the encirclement and stopped at Yue Jiefei.

Yue Jiefei sighed in distress: "Why is it me again?" ”

Hua Cuo narrowed his drunken eyes, the tip of the sword pointed directly at Yue Jiefei, and the people surrounding him saw that Hua Cuo had already selected the target, and they all dispersed one after another, getting out of the way, and allowing Hua Cuo to take Yue Jiefei directly.

Yue Jiefei sighed and ordered the other guards to protect Chu Yu temporarily, so as not to wait for Hua to miss it, he rushed over directly and drew his sword.

The two fought together again.

Chu Yu thought a little funny, it seemed that every time she saw Hua Wrong, Yue Jiefei had to fight with him, last time it was like this, this time it was the same, these two people were like enemies in their previous lives, and they couldn't help but fight when they met.

Accompanied by Hua Cuo's hoarse singing, the two of them still fought from near to far like last time, destroying countless flowers and trees, but this time Hua Cuo's pale red sword light seemed to be more gorgeous, and the brilliance was slightly more dazzling.

Looking at Chu Yu, she felt that something was wrong, I don't know if she was dazzled, she always felt that in the billowing sword light, there seemed to be something small falling out.

The distance she stood was not too close, and the movements of the two were too fast, Chu Yuxin said that maybe she was wrong. But after another moment, in the gap between the two sword light entanglement and separation, Chu Yu suddenly realized that the clothes on Yue Jiefei's body seemed to be a little less, and he was now only wearing a white undershirt, and one sleeve was missing, revealing a slender and sturdy, well-proportioned arm.

What about clothes? Where did it go?

Chu Yu's gaze slowly moved down and landed on the ground, only then did he see that there were scattered strips of cloth all the way on the ground.

Yue Jiefei's clothes were all picked into rags by the wrong ones.

Sizzle.

The crisp sound of the cloth tearing pierced the air, and Chu Yu looked up when he heard the sound, only to see that Yue Jiefei's clothes were cut apart by the sword, and his entire upper body was almost exposed in the air, and it also fell into the field of vision of everyone around him.

Stripped of the cumbersome wrapping of clothes, Yue Jiefei's perfect upper body has smooth and vigorous lines, and every bit of texture contains strong strength, but it is not as bulging as the muscles of Mr. Bodybuilder, which is a very close to natural beauty.

Surrounded by envy or jealousy or scrutinizing and judging eyes, Yue Jiefei's face rose a little red, he gritted his teeth and said: "Hua is wrong, it's enough, every time, every time you get drunk, you almost find me, use your sword to pick my clothes, are you enough?" "No matter who it is, it is basically not too pleasant to be stripped of in front of the public for everyone to look at the flesh.

Learn the art of literature and martial arts, and sell it to the emperor's family.

He's here to sell his art, not his body.

Hua Cuo didn't seem to hear Yue Jiefei's words, the singing stopped for a while, squinted and tilted his head to look at him for a while, the long sword was sharpened with a backhand, and the layers of red clothes on his own body also fell to the ground, also exposing his upper body. Then, with a shake of the tip of the sword, he stabbed at Yue Jiefei again, but this time the target was directly under Yue Jiefei's waist.

"The wrong wine is good, but the good wine is immeasurable." Just watching, there was an unhurried voice beside her, Chu Yu glanced at it, Rong Zhi's injured hand was hung on her neck with a bandage, and she stood beside her with a smile, "If you drink, you will get drunk, and if you are drunk, you will get rid of it." ”

After getting drunk, Hua Cuo didn't recognize his six relatives, and just picked the most unpleasant excuse among the people around him, he not only took off others, but also took off his own.

As long as you don't take it off your own body, the rest of the people in the house are very happy to see it off, after all, the figure of a martial artist is very good-looking and very ornamental.

Everyone has a love for beauty. In this era, masculine color is a fashion.

This is a big drama that will inevitably be staged in the inner garden of the princess's mansion every two or three months.