The boat rocked violently in the middle of the lake and soon became stable again.
Ning Changjiu and Zhao Xiang'er sat opposite each other. Their white clothes and white skirts looked at each other like snow on a pink wall.
What Ning Changjiu holds in his hand is a valuable new sword. The scabbard is made of lacquered ebony wood wrapped with white anaconda skin. The round scales and plain white scabbard are decorated with copper plates, and the bright copper parts are slightly doped. Old, light and dark alternate with luster.
The moment Ning Changjiu grasped the hilt of the sword, the iron sword in the anaconda scabbard seemed to come to life. It vibrated in the scabbard, as if a real white snake was twisting its body, trying to shed this ancient The outer skin was replaced by brand-new scales that were sharp and biting. The young man's eyebrows turned away from his smile at the moment when the sword energy rose, and his black hair was blown by the lake wind, like a wild snake beating in its sheath.
The action of drawing the sword has already started, and the sword light shines at the place where he swallows his mouth, but the sword and the sheath are still tightly fitted, as if the action of drawing the sword is just an illusion.
Zhao Xiang'er didn't look at his hand that was drawing the sword. She gently smoothed away the silk wrapped on the red umbrella. She gently held the umbrella with one hand and held the umbrella handle with the other. Her eyebrows were leisurely and unconcerned. But it contains charm.
At this moment, the wind blows from the lake, and she is like a delicate girl, about to open a flower-like red umbrella to block the cool breeze of late autumn or the rain that may fall at any time.
The koi carps in the lake kiss the water and run away.
The ripples broke and spread.
The two of them were still sitting, and between them was a mess of autumn sea bass, shredded red ginger eel and half a bottle of unfinished wine.
Ning Jiujiu's movements seemed to be drawing the sword all the time, but the sword never left its sheath, like a carriage that kept driving in place. The wheels turned thousands of times, but the carriage did not move forward an inch.
The same is true for Zhao Xianger. Her movements give people the illusion that she is about to open the umbrella at any time, but I wonder if it is because the rain has not fallen yet. The movement of opening the umbrella is endless, but the umbrella always remains still.
They were both waiting for the other to draw their swords first.
The sword fight between monks is different from that of knights in the martial arts world. The swordsman of the Green Forest Knight competes for one more word, but the monks have to fight for the first advantage in a head-to-head duel. They are all keeping their momentum in their sheaths. The calm situation at the moment is just an illusion, and the turbulent undercurrent has been surging inadvertently.
"In the past three years, you have not let me down." Zhao Xianger raised her head, looked at his hand holding the sword hilt, and said, "It's a pity that your sword is not good enough."
Ning Jiujiu glanced slowly at his scabbard and said, "If you had been in such a state back then, why would we have been chased by Madam Bai and fled all the way?"
Zhao Xiang'er said: "You suddenly mentioned this matter to distract me? Ha, when I first met you, I thought you were a little Taoist priest with a simple heart. I never thought of being so shameless."
Ning Jiujiu smiled and said: "I never thought of distracting you, but I was distracted first."
Zhao Xiang'er said: "Don't be distracted for a moment when you are facing an enemy."
Ning Jiujiu said: "I'm here to keep an appointment, not to take revenge. How can I say anything to the enemy?"
Zhao Xiang'er looked at the plate of eel soup that was getting colder and said, "I will not be merciful."
The old fisherman listened to their conversation with a blank look on his face. When they first drew their swords, the old fisherman's mind was frightened, as if there was a lump in his throat, and he couldn't say anything. It wasn't until the girl finished speaking that he felt the boat rocking again.
Ning Jiujiu tightened his grip on the sword hilt, and Zhao Xiang'er twisted the umbrella handle.
Thousands of jun swords were born out of thin air, causing the bow of the ship to sink, but more of these swords fell on the lake. The lake was lifted up by the pressure of the swords, and instead raised the ship. This small fishing boat was like a carp jumping on the river. In the old fisherman's voice, the fishing boat fell back to the lake and kept rocking. The high splashing water was like a falling rain. .
The old fisherman was in shock. He touched the cold lake water splashing on his face. After focusing his eyes, he found that there was no trace of the newlyweds in the fishing boat.
The moment the boat landed, the lake suddenly became dark.
It's not that the weather is cloudy, but that all the light is taken away by the sword rainbow that suddenly lights up on the lake, and converges to the center. There are two sword rainbows entangled with each other, with incandescent light, like the lake water. At the same time as the rising dragon, the scattered sword intent turned into dozens of straight lines, splitting the water surface and pushing the waves outward.
The fishing boat spun around in the waves of the Jian Qi Split Lake, but miraculously remained unscathed.
Ning Jiujiu still did not draw his sword, and the same was true for Zhao Xianger. The sword energy they erupted forward was just drawn by their minds. They then used the realm of the Purple Court to induce visions, snatching the light and slashing, like two pure half-moon sword arcs.
The sudden darkening of the sky caused the crowd around the lake to panic. The sounds of reining in horses and screams merged into one. The music in the attic suddenly became mute, and they all rushed towards the window.
"Tengu eats the moon?"
"It's not like...a lake! There seems to be someone on the lake?"
"how could it be possible?"
On the lake, the figures of Ning Changjiu and Zhao Xiang'er leaped high. They were both in the Purple Courtyard realm, and they already had the ability to fly through the air. After they jumped up in tacit understanding, they maintained the same height. Then they reached out almost simultaneously, cut into their arms, and grabbed the hilt of the opponent's sword.
The two people's forearms collided together, and their bones vibrated like gold and stone hitting each other. They didn't seem to feel any pain at all. They grabbed each other's forearms with their backhands. With force, their figures quickly drew closer, and they were about to collide at any time. .
In the flash of lightning, they changed their moves at the same time. Ning Changjiu's hand holding the sword suddenly loosened his grip, and pointed it as a sword. With a consonant light in his fingertips, he quickly and straightly pointed towards the large acupuncture point on Zhao Xianger's chest.
Zhao Xiang'er didn't have the slightest intention of defending, and threw out a punch. It seemed to be nothing fancy, but if you look closely, there was a drop of lake water hanging on the tip of the fist. The lake was filled with light, and it seemed to contain an illusory world.
This is a punch and an illusory world.
The sword finger and the fist crossed each other, and the sword finger touched Zhao Xiang'er's skin, but did not touch the substance. It was like a clay sword sinking into the sea, disappearing in the blink of an eye. And Zhao Xiang'er Bai Jiu's fist hit his chest, arousing his body-protecting Shura Shenlu, and golden lights lit up under his white clothes, like intricate meridians. It was this half of the divine record that offset most of the power of the punch, but the power of the punch still continued to explode in the body.
After the first confrontation, Ning Jiujiu was more seriously injured, but without saying a word, he suddenly withdrew his finger and stabbed it diagonally at the point on her waist. However, this action was also a fake move. He wanted to force Zhao Xiang'er to defend herself. Taking the opportunity to draw her sword.
Zhao Xiang'er didn't fall for the trick, and instead she punched out again within a few inches. The strong wind that was coming towards her changed direction with her punch, blowing Ning Jiujiu's black hair. Later Yang. After the punch landed firmly on Ning Jiujiu's body, she turned her fist into a palm, reached down, and also grabbed the hilt of his sword.
They don't seem to be competing, but more like they are angry, as if whoever pulls out the sword first loses.
They grasped each other's scabbards and drew their swords suddenly.
At this moment, they were not so much drawing swords as moving mountains. The moment they held each other's scabbards, all the meridians in their hands exploded from under their skin, and the wild currents stimulated by spiritual energy were like waves traveling around the body. electricity.
The electricity illuminated his face and made him look pale.
Click!
The sounds of the two swords being unsheathed overlapped.
The scabbard is like a dark cave, and the sword energy is like the strong wind and bats blowing from the depths of the cave. They instantly cover the young man and the girl who are dueling in mid-air. The white clothes and white skirts dance rapidly in the wind. Those wrapped in souls The strong fabric seemed to be stretched to the extreme, making a sound like thunder.
choke!
The water surface in the center of the lake collapsed and turned into a snow-white color. Then, the sinking lake water suddenly rose up again, like water dragons, and was cut open by the sword energy near their figures, turning into four slanting streaks rising into the sky. water column.
They drew their swords almost simultaneously.
That's the opponent's sword.
The bright sword body left the scabbard, like two pools of ethereal green water. Their swaying and twisted shadows were reflected in the clear water light. At the first moment after drawing the sword, Zhao Xiang'er was the first to draw the sword. She Her starting position was very simple, like the simplest pile taught in martial arts schools, but the difference was that she repeated the same pile hundreds of times in less than half a blink of an eye. So this simple sword had almost no loopholes, and the sword drew half a nearly perfect arc at an unimaginable high speed.
Previously she thought the sword was not good enough, but now she has become the master of using it.
Ning Changjiu held Zhao Xiang'er's umbrella sword. After he drew the sword, he spent a moment to offset Zhao Xiang'er's fist power that contained the small world. In this moment, the arc of the moon had risen, and it had splashed. It fell down from the sky and water curtain.
Ning Jiujiu's eyes were precisely locked on the falling sword light. The sword light did not look like a sword, but more like a heavy knife. In comparison, the umbrella sword in Ning Jiujiu's hand was as slender as a long iron needle. But this umbrella sword was by no means a vulgar thing. Ning Jiujiu had confidence in it, so he blocked it directly without thinking.
The two collided, and the void under Ning Jiujiu's feet shattered. Zhao Xiang'er's black skirt swayed in the wind, like a seabird spreading its wings, and its light body dragged a huge sword light towards Ning Jiujiu.
The sword fell again, and the seemingly weak and boneless girl carried tens of millions of strength. The falling wind tore through the wind and cut the void open. The sword edge poked out from the dark void and stabbed Ning Jiujiu again. Ning Jiujiu blocked the air with his sword. The heavy pressure from his bones spread to his body, and the already crumbling void completely cracked. The two swords pressed against each other and pressed towards Ning Jiujiu. Zhao Xianger Mo Feifei's face also came closer.
There was a faint smile on the girl's beautiful cheeks: "It seems that you haven't made much progress in the past two years."
Ning Jiujiu was suppressed and fell into the lake at this moment. Every time he said another word, he became less angry, but he still said: "I just don't like hitting women."
Zhao Xiang'er sneered: "Do you need me to show mercy to you?"
Ning looked at her white dress for a long time, and couldn't help but think of how they looked when they exchanged clothes, with an unhappy look on her face.
boom!
Ning Jiujiu was pressed to the surface of the water.
The lake exploded.
Ning Jiujiu did not sink. His toes stepped on the lake water, and his sword supported the girl who was pressing down like a mountain, but he managed to maintain a weird and ingenious balance.
Zhao Xiang'er's expression changed slightly.
In the blink of an eye, countless shadows of superb Taoism suddenly appeared on the surrounding lake. Those Taoisms were like pavilions or horizontal bridges built on the water, connected in series with each other, like the iron plates on a battle armor. . This is exactly the same as when the witch master held ancient scrolls and built a city on the lake, but the difference is that this is a pure Tao formation.
When Ning Jiujiu pulled out the Shura Sword from his body, he thought about what those secrets that were not sword moves could create if he pulled them out.
Today he gave the answer.
This Tao formation formed a small world for a moment. In this small world, Ning Jiujiu could master the rules for a short time and become a god who could call the wind and rain.
So after his figure fell, the tension of the lake miraculously held him back.
The situation turned around in an instant.
Zhao Xianger has to face more than one enemy. The pavilions, pavilions, magpie bridges and eaves are all enemies she has to face. This world does not welcome her! What she has to face are the rules of this Taoist world.
Ning Jiujiu held a slender umbrella sword, and with the power of the Tao formation, he forcefully brushed away Zhao Xianger's sword. At the same time, he hooked his left hand behind him and stirred up the water in the lake. The water turned into swords and stabbed towards the direction of Zhao Xianger.
Zhao Xiang'er looked at the Dao formations that were approaching like heavy knights in black armor. Instead of retreating to avoid the sharp edge, she held the sword in both hands and rushed towards Ning Changjiu.
Ning Changjiang is constructing the world at this moment.
But what a coincidence, Suzaku's authority is "the world", which is a more sublime law that transcends space. And she was born with some.
On the lake, the sword light lit up again. This time the sword light was not like the moon, but more like an eyebrow. Those were Zhao Xiang'er's eyebrows.
Ning Jiujiu was in the world he had built, so he was unafraid. He looked at the girl who was coming at lightning speed, shook his long sword in his hand, and constructed an array-like shadow in all directions in the west. When Zhao Xiang'er approached, At that moment, the shadow shattered and gathered in the center. Ning Jiujiu's long and slender sword attached to the shadow of the sword, and suddenly became hundreds of times thicker. And with his sword, he cut away the entire world like this small world. Dao array.
This was originally a method that he had been hiding for a long time, but he really couldn't see Zhao Xiang'er being so arrogant, and wanted to use this to directly establish a power over her.
The entire Dao formation looked like hundreds of majestic troops. They showed their claws and roared furiously at Zhao Xiang'er who was surrounded by them.
The silhouettes of the two men intersected, and the sword light from the two of them was like catkins blown out by the wind. The moment after the confrontation, the sword blades collided briskly hundreds of times, like the high-speed vibrating wings of a dragonfly. If this is a bloody sword, it only takes an instant to shake off the blood and make it as bright as new.
The sword energy rolled away from their center like a blizzard, and the entire lake looked brand new after this sword strike.
The high-speed vibration of the sword also stopped at a certain moment. The two swords collided and pressed against each other. The two figures slowly approached. They could see each other's pupils, and then they saw themselves in the pupils. All the sword energy and power were gone. It was like a huge fire ball that kept shrinking, then exploded after shrinking to the limit.
boom! ! !
In the white light, a hurricane seemed to be born between the two swords, pushing them back violently.
The water from the lake rose into the sky and fell with fine raindrops.
Ning Jiujiu resisted with his incomplete Shura body, but he still knelt down on one knee, plunged his sword into the water, and used his pure and majestic spiritual power to stop the figure that had slipped dozens of feet.
The moment the sword energy exploded, Zhao Xiang'er opened the red umbrella.
Thousands of thin swords and dozens of Tao formations hit the umbrella at the same time, making her holding the umbrella unstable. The umbrella was flipped back, thrown out, and fell far away on the lake, floating like a light boat.
Zhao Xiang'er kept waving her sword, chopping up the incoming Tao formation fragments like swatting mosquitoes. In the violent hurricane, her figure spun deftly in the air, and then landed on the umbrella handle. .
The red umbrella floats like a boat on the water, with a slender handle propped up straight in the ribs. Zhao Xiang'er tapped her toes and stood steadily on the umbrella handle. The embers of the storm blew her slender hair, and the billowing white skirt was like a wisp of smoke that lingered.
This round they each had their own tricks, it was almost a pure sword fight.
Ning Changjiu leaned on his sword and slowly stood up in the middle of the lake.
He touched his forehead, and there was a line of blood on it.
The falling water obscured their figures.
Most of the people by the lake witnessed the fight between gods for the first time. Although their eyes could not catch the invisible figures of the pair of immortals, the terrifying momentum was the most intuitive. The timid ones ran around, while the bold ones ran away. The railings surrounding the lake started shouting loudly.
The old fisherman kept running for his life with his oar, and did not stop until he slipped into the river. He held on to his hat with a complicated expression: "It turns out they are a fairy couple... It's just that their tempers are too grumpy. , Fortunately, the State of Zhao has His Majesty in charge, otherwise it would be a mortal who would suffer again."
Thinking of this, he took out the silver ingot and bit it, fearing that the gods had used magic to change it.
When heavy rain falls on the lake.
Zhao Xiang'er jumped down lightly, held the handle of the umbrella with her backhand and held it up. She walked to Ning Changjiu's side and said, "Let's go."
Ning Jiujiu nodded gently.
When the lake water fell, the two figures had disappeared.
The next moment, they appeared on a deserted street at the same time. The water stains on their bodies had dried, but their faces were a little pale, and they could not hide their exhaustion.
"Miss Xiang'er's swordsmanship is indeed so sharp." Ning Jiujiu suddenly held the handle of her umbrella and pushed the rapier back into her umbrella.
Zhao Xiang'er also slowly returned the sword to his sheath.
"You were not yet a profound person when I became an immortal, but now you can match me with the power of a sword. You are also amazing." Zhao Xiang'er praised sincerely.
Ning Jiujiu said: "I'm just holding on. If you strike again, my bones will probably fall apart."
Zhao Xiang'er glanced at him and raised the corners of her mouth slightly: "The way of showing weakness to the enemy is not feasible here."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Where to go next?"
Zhao Xiang'er said: "Just hang out for a while, and I'll beat you up later."
Ning Jiujiu smiled indifferently, and Shura Shenlu quickly repaired his external injuries. The principles of yin and yang he had realized earlier repaired internal injuries. He was sure that his injuries would recover faster than hers. He did not intend to spoil this girl and recover from her injuries. At that moment, he will take action boldly.
Zhao Xiang'er held the umbrella with a calm expression, and twirled her fingers in her sleeves, as if she was also silently calculating the next opportunity to take action.
So the two people, who had their own secrets, really looked like a newly married couple, holding umbrellas and walking slowly through the quiet street.
Suddenly there was shouting from across the street.
"Go and see quickly! I heard something happened at Qingjing Lake."
"What happened?"
"It seemed like there was a fight between gods, and it almost penetrated the entire lake. The sound was so loud that I could hear it from afar."
"Gods? What kind of gods are they? Now that His Highness is in charge, they dare to cause trouble? Isn't this a rebellion? Are there any casualties?"
"I heard that nothing happened, but half of the lake was blown up to kill the fish... Are you going to catch the fish?"
“…”
Zhao Xianger watched them leave from around the corner, silently.
Ning Changjiu smiled: "I heard that His Highness is going to rebel?"
"Yes, you go to the government to sue me, otherwise I will be punished with shielding." Zhao Xiang'er mocked back: "But if a rebel like you is caught, he will be tattooed and paraded through the streets."
Ning Changjiu smiled and asked, "Then His Highness will come to hijack the car to save me."
Zhao Xiang'er said coldly: "You can write a letter to the Jian Tianzong and ask Lu Jianjian to come and save his dear husband."
Ning Changjiu sniffed, touched the tip of his nose, and said, "Why does it smell weird?"
Zhao Xianger sneered: "I won't be jealous of you just because you are your fiancé."
Ning Jiujiu suddenly said: "It turns out it smells like vinegar."
Zhao Xiang'er looked solemn and didn't want to pay attention to him. She turned the corner and walked into a deserted street.
"There are very few people here." Ning Changjiu said.
Zhao Xiang'er said: "This is the west part of the city. Most of them are deserted houses, with some old people living here and there. Officials were sent to repair them a few days ago, but I don't know what happened to them. We can take a look at the people's sentiments along the way."
The two walked forward.
The roads are lined with sycamore trees. In autumn, palm-sized sycamore leaves fall down one by one and fill the entire road.
At the end of the road, Zhao Xiang'er caught a falling leaf. She looked at the tree and said, "In less than half an hour, all the leaves on this tree will wither."
Ning Jiujiu shook his head and said, "I don't believe it."
Zhao Xiang'er smiled and said, "Why don't you come and take a look in half an hour?"
Ning Jiujiu asked: "What are you betting on?"
Zhao Xiang'er said: "You say."
Ning Changjiu said: "How about a gamble?"
Zhao Xiang'er knew that he was alluding to Linhe City's Mrs. Bai's slap in the face, and he was the one who saved her at that time.
However, he still had some wishful thinking to rely on these past scandals to mess up his mind.
"Whatever." Zhao Xiang'er remained calm.
The two of them continued to move forward, but stopped at the same time when they passed an empty house.
Zhao Xiang'er looked at the closed crack of the house door, frowned and said, "There's something wrong here."
"Yes, there is murderous intent." Ning Jiujiu nodded.
…
In the courtyard of the mansion, six pretty dancers in red skirts were kneeling on the ground. They lowered their heads and held a thin steel blade that was neither long nor short in their hands. In front of them stood a man in black wearing armor.
"Your back is too straight, which will make people suspect that there is a sword hidden here. When the time comes to play, you must hide your murderous intent and make yourself believe that you are just a piano girl, and then you can sing and dance to your heart's content At that moment, he showed his blade and killed the woman, do you understand?"
The burly man in black's admonishment voice was cold and stern. His hands were behind his back, holding a long whip full of barbs. The dancers kneeling on the ground were silent and did not dare to speak.
"I know..." the scolded woman replied timidly.
The man in black held the whip, raised the dancer's chin, looked at her face, and said, "I know what you are thinking. Do you think this assassination is impossible to succeed and is meaningless?"
No one dared to respond.
The man in black said: "You women, your vision is still too short-sighted. Although there is no movement in the Zhao Kingdom now, once they start, you will all become slaves of the subjugated country and be sold into the Zhao army's military camp as prostitutes accompanying the army! Only then will you realize that life is worse than death! Now be obedient and you and your family will have a chance to survive!"
"Yes, sir."
These killer dancers knelt down obediently and responded in unison.
They all know how powerful this man in black is. According to rumors, his strength is not even inferior to that of the famous Caiyigui. After Caiyi Gui's death, the man in black's evaluation of him was nothing more than "for fame and reputation." Now, they tried their best to infiltrate Zhao State and bought this courtyard to prepare for the assassination at the subsequent state banquet.
The man in black looked at these six good-looking women. He knew that they were dead from the moment they entered the Zhao Kingdom, because with them, it was impossible to successfully assassinate them. Their role was just to create chaos. In the end, The killer move is still myself.
"Continue the drill." The man in black said.
The six singers and dancers knelt down and responded. Their figures dispersed. Two of them took out their harps and pipas and sat opposite each other. The four of them stood in the center, dancing gracefully.
There was singing and dancing.
The man in black remained motionless.
The girl playing the piano noticed something strange and looked at the man in black. After a moment, she screamed.
This man in black, who was like a Rakshasa in their eyes, had a blood-soaked knife tip protruding from his chest. The thick snow was connected to the black clothes. Although they could not see clearly, the smell of blood was already pungent to their nostrils. Come.
As the girl screamed, the burly man in black fell straight down.
Screams echoed in the courtyard.
"Someone really wants to rebel." Ning Jiujiu looked at the man in black who fell to the ground and shook his head gently.
Zhao Xiang'er said: "This is not called rebellion, this is called committing suicide."
Ning Jiujiu smiled and said: "I think you have lived in the deep palace for too long, and these people have forgotten your majesty."
They whispered a few words, and these words really reached the ears of the six women. They didn't understand the meaning of the words. Each of them felt like being shocked by electric shock, and their blood seemed to be frozen into ice slag. They couldn't understand at all. Unable to move.
This... this girl in white, is she the empress of Zhao
This absurd scene happened like a nightmare. The last nightmare had fallen to the ground and turned into a corpse, and the real nightmare came quietly, wearing a pure white dress.
"Please forgive me, Your Majesty!" The woman holding the piano was the first to kneel down and kowtow heavily. Her forehead hit the rough sand on the ground, dripping with blood.
The rest of the people also reacted and fell to their knees in panic, kowtowing and begging for mercy.
Zhao Xiang'er ignored their pleas for mercy and simply said: "Continue to practice."
After saying this, she crossed the crowd and walked into the house behind the yard. The house was full of dust and cobwebs, with only a bench and a foot table.
Zhao Xiang'er pulled the bench to the table and sat down, leaning her back on the table as if it was her throne.
Ning Jiujiu understood what she meant and sat down next to her.
The dancers with blood on their foreheads looked at each other in confusion.
"I'll let you continue." Zhao Xianger said.
After saying these words, those dancers knew that they were bound to die...
They sat down in despair.
The sad sound of the piano and the sound of the pipa came out, like a funeral song.
The steps of the dancers were also staggering, without any sense of beauty, and their pale faces were filled with tears of despair.
Zhao Xiang'er watched quietly, with a calm expression.
Those women were feeling the last moments of their lives. The girl playing the piano seemed unwilling to die. She played the piano desperately until her fingers were dripping with blood.
In the afterglow of the sound of the piano, the two women playing the piano tremblingly pulled out straight swords from the back collars of their clothes, while the dancing girl pulled out the swords from the side of her thighs under the hem of her clothes.
They held up their knives, but they walked in tremblingly as if they were rushing to the execution ground. One of the women tripped over her skirt and almost stabbed the person in front of her in the back when she stumbled.
Ding-ding sounds echoed in the shabby room.
The ground was littered with broken blades.
"Go to the palace and find the Night Travel Secretary. After one year, if you can come out alive, you are qualified to be my sword. If you escape on the way, you will be killed without mercy."
Zhao Xianger said slowly.
The Night Travel Division is an assassination organization of the Zhao State. It is extremely strict. Many officials and generals of the Jin State died in their assassinations.
After saying this, Zhao Xiang'er closed her eyes and didn't slowly open them until the dancers had dispersed.
"Why let them go?" Ning Jiujiu asked.
Zhao Xiang'er was silent for a while, then slowly said: "When I was very young, there were many sisters of mine in Qianyu Palace..."
She paused and said: "Only when I grew up did I realize that they were all soldiers prepared by my mother to die for me. Three years ago, after the civil strife in the imperial city, they..."
She did not continue.
"Huh?" Ning Jiujiu was slightly confused.
Zhao Xiang'er closed her eyes and whispered, "I'm a little tired. I want to sleep for a while."
As she said that, she turned sideways and rested her head directly on Ning Changjiu's thigh. She put one hand under her cheek and the other on her chest. Her long and slender legs were slightly curled and folded on the bench.
Her Majesty, the empress of the Zhao Kingdom, really fell asleep peacefully in this dilapidated house.
Ning looked at the girl on his lap for a long time, stretched out his hand and gently covered her hair.
Zhao Xianger breathed evenly, motionless, as sweet and soft as a kitten.
Ning Changjiu looked soft.
Half an hour later, she slowly woke up.
The girl stood up as if nothing had happened.
Ning Jiujiu walked out of the yard with her.
They returned to the same street.
In the desolate late autumn, the ground is covered with fallen leaves.
Ning Changjiu and Zhao Xianger raised their heads together and looked at the tree where they had made a bet.
The sycamore tree stands old and its leaves have withered.
"You lost." Ning Jiujiu said.
There happened to be a sparrow standing on the bare tree trunk.
Those are the last leaves on the tree before winter comes.
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(Thank you to the leader, Ji Chanxi, for the reward! Thank you to the helmsman Qie Qiexieying, and the hero leavesOwo for the reward!! Thank you to the three great heroes for the reward and support~)