Zhao Pu didn't know why he thought of Fang Linyuan at this time.

The first article his mother taught him was "Hong Fan".

It wasn't until he knew more and more that he knew that it was "Thousand Character Text" that gave people enlightenment and literacy, and "Hong Fan" taught the way to be a king. It says that the Son of Heaven needs to be the emperor and govern the people with rigidity and softness, and that the Son of Heaven should follow the path of heaven and bear the responsibility of Dafa.

But at that time, he was just a "girl" of the abolished queen who could be bullied by palace maids at will.

However, his mother said that it is useless to learn calligraphy, and you need to refine your heart first. He had to grow his ambition in the mire, so that he would not be trampled under the filth and never see the light of day.

Zhao Pu remembered these words.

The art of the emperor did make his heart like copper and iron, but it also taught him to stand high on the clouds and not see the ants under his feet.

In his eyes, human life was just a cold number on the letters, but just now, he thought of Fang Linyuan.

The Turks came to show off their might, which made him anxious to enter the palace immediately, if he knew that Jiangnan was uprising due to the greed of officials, he was afraid that he would want to go out of the city immediately to order troops, right?

Zhao Xuan lowered his eyes and stroked the jade beads on his wrist.

As the moonlight fell, the jewel reflected his figure, but he seemed to see another person in his reflection.

At this moment, the faint sound of snow came from a distance.

He and Shi Shen both had excellent ears, and they immediately heard the sound of footsteps. Zhao Xuan raised his eyes to look at Shi Shen, Shi Shen understood, quickly hugged his fist, and disappeared into the night silently.

Zhao Pu tucked her dress slightly.

The hem of his skirt was dyed with snow, and at first glance he had been in the forest. There is only one way in the plum garden, and instead of avoiding it at this time, it is better to meet the man.

He lightly supported his sideburns, stepped on a strange path, bypassed the obstruction of the octagonal pavilion, and naturally appeared on the way to the outside of the garden.

But at this moment, he heard an awkward, alcohol-stained laugh.

"Ha, Your Highness the Princess?"

Zhao Pu raised his eyes suddenly, and saw a tall and strong figure walking towards him.

The palace lights in the plum garden were not lit much, and in the dim light, it was like a beast creeping out of the jungle, blocking all his way.

It was Naren Timur.

Zhao Pu paused and stopped.

Naren Timur approached. His steps were a little crooked, and he carried a jar of wine in one hand. His fur coat smelled of the border, and beneath his thick beard was a dark and red face.

He didn't seem to expect to meet Zhao Pu here.

His eyes lit up, staring directly at Zhao Pu, and strode towards him.

Zhao Xuan took a step back slightly, his eyebrows twisted.

It's that pair of eyes again.

Greedy, filthy, with the excitement of possession and abuse.

Dirty men have always been like this. As soon as the liquor is poured into their throats, it will pour on the desires of their hearts, causing them to burn, burning away their cowardice, which they have always had the heart of a thief but have no courage to be a thief.

Zhao Pulong's hand in the sleeve was slightly pinched.

"Crown Prince Timur."

When Naren Timur was only three feet away from him, he stopped him with a loud shout.

When Timur stopped, he saw the princess, who was as beautiful as snow and as cold as snow, raising her eyes coldly, and her eyes were as cold as ice.

"I went out to sober up, and I was tired. If the crown prince has anything to say, let's talk about it when I return to the palace. ”

The voice is also clear, although it is a little dumb, but it is just the right amount of coldness.

Naren Timur's eyes lit up with fire, as if he had seen a prey that he loved very much.

He went out for a stroll and met the lady of Jade Yama, the unspeakable princess of the Xuan Dynasty.

Naren Timur licked his lips.

In more than forty years, he had never seen such a thrillingly beautiful woman. Such a beautiful and noble, but it looked like there were very hard bones, and he couldn't help but want to trample, stain, and break her fragile bones again.

What excites him even more is that this is the woman of the Jade Yama.

Jade Yama seems to regard her as precious, and her eyes will be on fire when others look at her.

I wonder if he really touched her and crushed her, how would Jade Yama go crazy with heartache?

Naren Timur's eyes brightened.

If he was sober at this time, he would not dare to really provoke the Jade Yama, especially in the palace of their Xuan Dynasty.

But today, the wine of the Xuan Dynasty was sweet and tasteless, so he sent someone to fetch Turkic spirits and mix them with them.

Unexpectedly, the two things were mixed together, and soon his mind became confused.

He feared the Jade Yama and hated him. It is because I am afraid of him that I hate him in particular.

Naren Timur stared at Zhao Pu closely, smiled, raised the jar and raised his head to take a sip.

Zhao Pu slowly clenched the string of jade beads in his hand under his gaze.

Three years ago, he had killed a drunkard with bad intentions on such a night. Such filth has never been a pity to die, but today this man is an envoy from the Turks.

He was in the palace, and not far away was the noisy Chonghua Palace. If he wanted to kill someone, he would need to leave no traces, and the corpses, blood, and alibi would have to be disposed of in a very short time.

The string of emerald beads creaked as he pinched his knuckles.

This is impossible.

At this moment, the Naren Timur in front of him laughed again.

"Your Royal Highness, you are so beautiful."

Zhao Pu almost wanted to gag.

His gaze was cold and sharp, and his fingers clenching the strings of beads under his sleeves turned white, struggling to suppress the urge to kill.

"If you're drunk, I'll teach the palace people to take you to rest." He said.

But Naren Timur approached.

"Jade Yama likes you very much." He smiled, his eyes like a wolf hunting at night. "I heard on the prairie that he has a woman he loves very much, and that is you, Your Highness the Princess?"

The rich smell of wine and smell pressed towards Zhao Pu in an instant. He furrowed his brow and stepped back.

But when he saw Naren Timur, he was even more excited.

"He killed my tiger back then, and I haven't asked him for compensation." He grinned and smiled at Zhao Pu. "Why don't you come and give it to me for him?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Zhao Pu's wrist.

Zhao Pu leaned sideways and easily dodged his hand. But Naren Timur's figure was crooked, and the jar of wine in his hand immediately poured in his direction.

Cold liquor poured over his shoulder.

The wind was extremely cold in the early spring night, and the wine soaked Zhai Yi, and in just a moment, half of his body was frozen.

Zhao Pu raised his eyes, and the cold killing intent in his eyes was suppressed by the cold wine.

He had been planning for many years, and he could not destroy it in the hands of this livestock.

He withdrew his gaze, raised his sleeve to cover the outline of the soaked half of his body, and took advantage of the staggered distance between the two of them to walk quickly towards the outside of the garden.

Unexpectedly, his cover-up action caused Naren Timur to be even more excited.

He threw down the jar, and a cracking sound briefly cut through the silence around him.

"You Central Plains women have always liked to be shy." He laughed and pounced.

Zhao Pu's steps are fast, but the complicated and wide dress has become a burden to him.

The wide sleeves that floated up were grabbed by Naren Timur.

The feeling of pulling came, and Zhao Xuan's eyes darkened.

He can't be found out to be a man more than murder.

The moment his sleeves were torn up, he held the jade jue on his waist and crushed it in the palm of his hand.

Blood flowed down his hand, and the shattered lush warm jade, while finally piercing him, revealed a sharp edge like a blade.

A woman who doesn't know martial arts can always use this to protect herself when she is trivialized. In the chaos, there is no distinction between siblings and severity, and if she accidentally kills a bold evil animal, it is just a wrong thing that she accidentally did in fear and helplessness.

Naren Timur behind him laughed and pulled him back vigorously.

Zhao Pu turned around with his strength, and the jade jue in his hand was covered by wide sleeves.

The skin on the throat was fragile and soft, and with a single stroke, the beast would be splattered with blood.

However, the moment he saw the face of the livestock, Fang Linyuan's appearance flashed in front of him again.

"Do you know what kind of contract to sign for peace talks? …… He dared to be so arrogant when he was defeated, wouldn't he have to let me make a big announcement of the Hajj pilgrimage and cut the city and lose the land? ”

Fang Cai, Fang Linyuan, who was wearing a thin silk shirt, was in front of him, and his eyes were scorching.

He was very concerned about the peace talks.

In the flash of light, the broken jade in his hand turned in the direction, bypassed the throat, and headed towards Naren Timur's abdomen.

Let's spare the life of this animal first.

But the Turkic leather jacket is thick and solid, how can a small piece of jade blade be cut?

I'm afraid that even if I want to let him bleed, it will take a lot of effort.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a black shadow carried a blast of wind, like a feathered arrow that broke through the air, and struck Naren Timur's wrist with great precision.