"Yes, yes, we are here to marry the princess, not to see you investigate the case." Prince Zongzan on the side also booed, and Jiumozhi next to him couldn't stop him, thinking that the other sects of Tantra were trying to Through Mongolia to fight against Tubo, so the relationship between Tubo and Mongolia is very tense, and the result is that the prince is like a Mongolian echo, which is really a headache.
"That's right, Goryeo just killed a few insignificant people, so it makes sense for so many of us to wait?" Dongying's Hashiba Hidekatsu said coldly, holding his sword with both hands.
"It doesn't matter?" Fu Junxiu frowned suddenly.
"Maybe you are considered a big man in Korea, but for countries like ours, it's nothing. At least your prince of Korea is not dead yet." Hashiba Hidekatsu obviously didn't take Korea seriously.
"Bastard!" Fu Junyu didn't have the patience of the senior sister. Hearing this, he was furious, and the long sword in his hand was unsheathed. In a flash, a beautiful figure appeared three feet away from the opponent in the next second.
At this time, the warrior next to Yuchai Xiusheng took a step forward, and the surrounding people only felt blurred. The next moment, Fu Junyu had already retreated a few feet away, and his face was very ugly, because her hand was empty, and the sword had been taken away by the opponent.
That Dongying warrior was the Liusheng Shibingwei whom he had seen at the inn before, he lightly brushed the long sword in his hand with his finger, and said with a sneer, "The skill of swordsmanship, which has been passed down miraculously, is nothing more than that."
Song Qingshu secretly yelled that it was a pity. I had seen Fu Junyu dance the sword before, and knew that with her swordsmanship, she would not be defeated by such a move. In the final analysis, she was too young and a little impatient. Swordsmanship is about making decisions before acting, and anticipating the enemy's opportunities first. Just now, Fu Junyu was provoked by the other party's words, and attacked blindly impulsively, and was caught by others.
Of course, the Dongying people's ability to strike a sword with bare hands is really quite good.
Fu Junyu planned to rush over again, but was stopped by her sister: "Your current mental state is not suitable for another shot."
Fu Junyu frowned, but knew she was right.
Only then did Fu Junmai look at Liusheng Shibingwei and said: "I heard that Xinyinliu has three unique skills, 'Killing Sword', 'Living Sword', and 'Wu Dao Qu'. Today I saw 'Wu Dao Qu'. Same."
Yagyu Juhei laughed: "You still have some eyes..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw a white shadow flashing in front of his eyes, and he hurriedly backed away, looking down at the clothes that had been cut several inches from his chest, his face was ugly as hell.
Fu Junmao returned to the original place and returned the knife he had taken back to Fu Junyu: "New
Yinliu's martial arts are nothing more than that. "
Song Qingshu nodded secretly. In fact, just as Fu Junyu didn't appear to be so far behind Liusheng Shibingwei, Fu Junyu's martial arts were not significantly higher. This unexpected disparity effect.
"You..." After being treated in the same way as others, Yagyu Shibingwei's face flushed red, and he pressed his hand on the handle of the knife, ready to rush out immediately to avenge his shame.
At this time, Yelu Nanxian came forward to stop the two parties: "Okay, you don't have to hurt your peace because of this. The marriage recruitment will be officially held in three days, and the list of matches will be announced in the next two days. Everyone, please stay safe."
The few of them had discussed this matter with Song Qingshu before. The gathering of figures from so many countries in Xixia is like a powder keg that could explode at any time, and the matter should be resolved as soon as possible.
"This is the best." Hearing this answer, Fang Yeyu nodded in satisfaction, no longer interested in the rest, and left directly with a group of Mongolian warriors.
Prince Zongzan also walked away with a smile: "My princess wife, this prince will come to marry you soon."
Hearing the black lines on the other people's heads, they cursed inwardly for being stupid.
The Dongying group looked at the Koreans unkindly, but Yelu Nanxian didn't know whether it was intentional or not, and stood between the two sides. They couldn't really take the risk of offending the Xixia people here, so they had to snort coldly: "You Koreans only rely on others for protection, but if you can protect them for a while, how can you protect them forever." After speaking, a group of people left angrily.
The Koreans all showed indignation, but with so many important people dying in succession, they had no spare energy to make trouble with the Dongying people at this time.
Yelu Nanxian began to appease the people in Goryeo about Jin Ruoxian's murder, and the people from Yipintang and the assistants they brought also started to work, asking everyone's confession and examining the corpse, etc.
Song Qingshu came to Fu Junyu's room and found that the girl was sitting on the stool sulking, with her small mouth pouted all the way up.
Before he could speak, the other party said first: "Don't bother me, I'm in a bad mood today."
Song Qingshu couldn't help laughing: "It's just that the opponent accidentally took the weapon away, so what's the big deal."
"Which pot does not open and which pot is lifted, believe it or not, I will beat you!" Fu Junyu suddenly became furious, disappeared from the stool, grabbed Song Qingshu by the collar, and pushed him against the wall.
Feeling the faint softness of her chest, Song Qing
The written color is weird, this little girl is really angry, and she doesn't care about the defense between men and women.
Coughing lightly, he said calmly: "I'm telling the truth, you obviously planned to fight that Hashiba Hidekatsu, but that Yagyu Juhei sneaked in from the side, and you just got away with it by chance, such a despicable act , everyone is watching."
Fu Junyu spat: "What do you know, you dandy, if you lose, you lose. I should have been prepared for this, but unfortunately I was too impulsive at the time, and I messed up my mood first, and ended up embarrassing my master."
Song Qingshu couldn't help giving a thumbs up: "The girl is not very old, but this understanding is admirable. I thought you would find an objective reason. No matter how much master you are, you are far inferior to you."
"Bah, stop flattering." Fu Junyu's face finally softened, and his pink lips looked extremely charming under the light of the candlelight, "Why did you come to me?"
"I want to ask if your Koryo royal family hates the Wuchen Group?" Song Qingshu replied.
Fu Junyu looked cold: "You doubt our prince?"
"I'm just asking." Thinking of the prince he met before, Song Qingshu felt that his sad appearance was just a fake, and he could even feel the smile on the corner of his mouth.
"It is true that the royal family has conflicts with the Wuchen family, but who is the prince, how could he do such a thing." Fu Junyu shook his head and directly denied it.
Song Qingshu wanted to ask again, but at this moment there was a coquettish voice from the door: "What are you two doing!"
Looking back, Fu Junmai was dressed in white and stood at the door looking at the two of them.
Only then did Fu Junyu realize that he and the other party were too close, his face flushed instantly, he let him go hastily, and took a few steps back at the same time.
"It's nothing, I just came to see Miss Fu." Song Qingshu replied unhurriedly.
But Fu Junmao didn't pay attention to him, and looked at her sister with unfriendly eyes: "Why do you tell outsiders everything!"
Fu Junyu stuck out her tongue, and said a little coyly: "Actually, I didn't say anything."
Fu Junmao snorted coldly, and looked directly at Song Qingshu: "You are not welcome here, don't bother my sister in the future!"
Song Qingshu shrugged his shoulders, since the other party issued an order to evict the guest, he would not force him to stay, so he took the opportunity to walk to the room of Prince Gaoli on the other side.
Seeing him leave, Fu Junyu couldn't help tugging at her sister's sleeve: "Sister, why do you hate him so much?"