Snow, scrolls, pen and ink.

A beautiful scene of scholarly literature and art.

But on the bluestone round table, beside her slender and thin forearm, a simple long sword was tightly placed.

The sword was unsheathed, as quiet as hers.

There was a rustling sound......

A faint sound of footsteps sounded.

Murong Heng took a bowl of misty hot tea, respectfully placed it beside the ancient long sword, bowed slightly and said, "It's late at night, doesn't Miss Luo go back to the room to rest?"

Luo Qingyi's gaze did not take her eyes off the medical skills, she did not squint and said lightly: "The wind is blowing tonight, and no one can sleep......

Hearing this, Murong Heng was shocked, and the blood on his face faded.

Since Luo Qingyi returned to the small manor, three full days have passed.

In the past three days, the wind and waves have been calm, but with Murong Heng's intelligence, he also knows what these three days represent.

Tonight, should it come, should it come......

She took a deep look at the yellow maid, Murong Heng pursed her lips and said, "Forgive Heng'er for being rude, is there only a girl in this reinforcement?"

Luo Qingyi hummed lightly, but his mind was all in the books, biting the pen with a serious appearance...... It was lovely.

Of course, Murong Heng had heard rumors about this yellow maid woman killing the head of the Zhao family with one sword.

She's not weak, but she's ......

She was entangled in her heart for a long time, looked at her pale cheeks as white as snow, and then said: "Luo Gu Niang looks very bad, but she has hurt her vitality by repairing ancient loopholes overnight recently?"

Although she didn't know medical skills, he was a cultivator of the Soul Condensation Realm after all, and looking at Luo Qingyi's face recently, it was not difficult to see that there were quite heavy injuries in her body.

It is easier said than done to stitch together the two boundaries between the ancient worlds.

However, the Ye Jiajun was able to stitch together the ancient gate of Kyushu out of the north and beyond the territory in just a few months, which was not easy.

Among them, it naturally cost an unimaginable price.

Luo Qingyi finally put down the pen in his hand, gently stroked the scabbard of the Chengying Sword, and a shallow fearless smile appeared on his face: "Don't worry, I can still draw the sword." ”

Since the sword can still be unsheathed, it can continue to kill.

Murong Heng's gaze wandered, falling on the Chengying Sword in her palm, a smile appeared on her face, and said, "This is the legendary King's Sword, Chengying?"

Luo Qingyi also looked at the sword in her hand, and suddenly wanted to eat sweets, just in the past, she would not be so greedy.

"No matter what kind of sword it is, if it's sharp enough, it's a good sword. ”

Murong Heng's eyes flickered, and the bottom of his eyes was slightly complicated, and then he turned to chuckle lightly.

"It seems that His Royal Highness the Prince is very good to Miss Luo, and he is willing to give such a magic weapon to the girl. And Miss Luo ...... It is also very good to the prince, that day the head of the Zhao family suddenly killed and robbed, and afterwards, Miss Luo did not hesitate to be the enemy of the entire Zhao family, but also wanted to seek justice for His Royal Highness the prince. ”

This time, Luo Qingyi stopped talking, she glanced at the hot tea Miao Miao, who was gradually suppressed by the cold, and looked outside the manor, her expression calm.

The snow was still falling, but the wind had stopped.

Murong Heng's face was still pale with a chuckle, and the hairs on his body stood up under the wrapping of the many invisible killing machines.

She reluctantly glanced at Luo Qingyi's side face again, and asked, "Is it really just the girl?"

Luo Qingyi glanced up at her lightly, and said, "The prince created a small manor to hide it from Ye Gong, at this time, you feel that Ye Gong has no idea...... Will reinforcements be sent?"

Murong Heng bit his lip and was silent.

Luo Qingyi's calm face suddenly became a little strange, and the strangeness was a little unclear.

Her flat and caressing palm bent slightly, and she gently pulled the shadow scabbard with her fingernails.

"I heard from other Chu ladies that you are a person in the room of His Royal Highness the Prince of the World, and you have slept together in his house all night?"

Murong Heng was very surprised, why did she change the topic so quickly at the time of this big war.

But she has always believed in doing a full set of dramas, even if the life and death of the cheap son are now unknown, but she still needs to borrow the momentum of the Ye family after all, and it is not easy to refute.

I could only bow my head and whisper, "Yes." ”

Luo Qingyi finally got up, holding the Chengying Sword in her hand, she patted Murong Heng's shoulder and said, "Since you are a person in the house of His Royal Highness the Prince, I will definitely protect you tonight." ”

Murong Heng trembled, for some reason, she always felt that something was wrong with this sentence......

Even more uneasy......

The rustling of footsteps was not deliberately disguised.

Echoed in this quiet small manor, and in this courtyard, except for Murong Heng and Luo Qingyi, the rest of the Chu girls and Kunlun slaves were all settled in the room and ordered not to go out.

The top one hundred Kunlun slaves were brought to the battlefield by Gu Jinyan.

Including the brothers Sheng Yuan and Sheng Zuo.

The rest of the rest are all within the realm of soul condensation, and Luo Qingyi knows that the killers who come tonight are all peaceful!

Luo Qingyi's eyes calmly looked at the dead woman who came from the snow, and the woman was dressed in dead black, like a ghost in the night.

Her eyes glowed with a deep blue, as if she hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time.

After looking at the face of the comer, Luo Qingyi snorted lightly and sneered slightly: "It turned out that you were the first to take the lead, and sure enough, ...... The Zhao family is really pervasive. ”

The woman's eyes were dead with hatred, and her dull face was like an emotionless puppet, but the slender and delicate sword in her hand was trembling wildly.

She is Zhao He of the Zhao family.

has always been concerned about Luo Qingyi's killing of Zhao Gouyu.

Tonight is the best day for her to avenge the Zhao family, even if it is to join forces with others.

It's a pity that her gloomy and dead terrifying eyes only frightened Murong Heng, Luo Qingyi glanced at her indifferently and didn't look at her anymore, as if she didn't have much interest in this former subordinate, but turned her head to look in the other direction of the fine snow sky.

In the fine snow, a young scholar appeared, dressed in a scholarly shirt, with a kind face and a faint cyan beard.

He looked at Luo Qingyi under the peach blossom tree with a smile in his eyes and without any murderous intent, and actually saluted in the air and said, "Xiaosheng Pei Zhan, I have seen Miss Huang Luo." ”

Luo Qingyi smiled calmly and said: "The word Xiaosheng is not appropriate for you Pei Zhan, the old champion was still so humble, it is inevitable that some pretense is too much, but the lackeys from the Zhao family are all a group of hypocrites, and they can understand it." ”

was ridiculed head-on, and the young scholar was not angry, but smiled slightly.

"Pei is just a son of a groom, able to read and write, the title of the gold list, and he depends on the grace of the Zhao family, as long as the Zhao family does not die for a day, Pei will only be a child for a day. ”

The name Pei Zhan is not a famous person in Yong'an City.

If a few people can remember his name, it is only the style of the day when he was named on the gold list.

But in the end, this champion only obtained the pitiful official position of a seven-rank petty official, although he has a peaceful cultivation, but it has been difficult to be reused, like a grain of gold buried in the sea of sand.

It's not cheap sand, but it's also very inconspicuous.

Some people once suspected that all this was only because of the suppression of the Qin Ye family, and they deliberately talked about his lowly status, so this suppression will never come out.

Luo Qingyi said very facelessly: "Don't worry, the Zhao family will die soon." ”

This time, Pei Zhan Meiyu finally showed a touch of anger: "It's a pity that Miss Luo can't see that day coming, being able to kill a future heir of the Ye Family's army and Huang Shi is indeed something to be excited about." ”

Luo Qingyi said leisurely: "Scholars should go back to read and write, and if you dance with a sword here, you will only be scratched by a weapon and your writing hand, and then your seven-rank official position will not be able to be saved." ”

Pei Zhan smiled and said: "That girl is a doctor who hangs a pot to help the world, and the doctor is benevolent, why does she hold a sword and kill people?"

Luo Qingyi winked at him and said, "I'm a little woman, whether I want to save people or kill people, naturally I have the final say." ”

Pei Zhan was suddenly choked and speechless.

Luo Qingyi looked eastward, a tall young man with a grim face came with a sword, and in his eyes, there was a fierce frost bone sword intent, it was Xia Yunqiu, who had not heard the wind for a long time.

At this moment, looking at his breath, it turned out that his divine soul was replenishing normally, and his strength had successfully broken through the realm of Anlu, and for some reason, in just a few months, he had broken through all the way to the middle realm of Anlu.