responsible to you
You saved me, I am responsible to you
Meng Fuyao blinked, why did the logic of these words sound so strange
This Yuan Zhaoxu, when it comes to talking, his ability to secretly change concepts and reverse common sense is really superb.
Meng Fuyao thought he was no match, so he had no choice but to take a step back, get out of the range of his faint fragrance, touch his nose and change the subject, "I actually have an idea, but it's just a little risky..."
"Then do as you wish." Yuan Zhaoxu answered casually without asking.
Meng Fuyao stared at him, "Do you know what I'm thinking?"
"What you want is to plant a frame to frame him, and treat him in the same way as he did." Yuan Zhaoxu smiled resolutely and hatefully.
Meng Fuyao stared fixedly at him with the corners of his mouth pulled, and cursed for a while, "Ascaris!"
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In the deep mountains in early autumn, there is already a bit of winter, the maple leaves are hung with frost red early, and the red is coquettish and strange in the colder moonlight.
In the "Tingfeng Xiaoxie" of Xuanyuan Villa, a group of special guests lived in today. The guests were distinguished, and they were the three princes of the Taiyuan royal family, Qi Xunyi. Pei Yuan was seriously injured. The meaning is different, his mother and concubine are Pei Yuan's aunt, and he is Pei Yuan's closest cousin.
Qi Xunyi occupied a single courtyard, and he came with a distinguished guest who lived in the east pavilion of "Tingfeng Xiaoxie". That person entered the room early and didn't need anyone to wait on him.
Lin Xuanyuan welcomed the guests into the villa during the day, first accompanied them to Lantingju to visit Pei Yuan, and then stayed in Tingfeng Xiaoxie until the middle of the night before leaving. When Ju left, there was a bit of worry in his expression.
After he left, Tingfeng Xiaoxie returned to silence, the lights went out one by one, no matter what happened tomorrow, I still wanted to sleep.
The night is quiet, the night is silent.
The first quarter moon is coldly engraved on the top of the floating clouds, and the light is like flowing water.
"call."
In the cold light, a black shadow floated across the courtyard like a broken kite, floated across the courtyard, floated across the front hall, and floated up to the small building with cornices and corners in the second entrance.
A black shadow hangs leisurely at the corner of the eaves of the second floor like fallen leaves, swings under the eaves, and turns into a black smoke, swinging into the highest west attic in Tingfeng Xiaoxie.
So light, so fast, so quiet.
Not even a bird dozing off with its eyes closed on a banyan tree next to the small building was not disturbed.
The black shadow floated into the beaded curtain and penetrated into the inner room, revealing a pair of bright eyes under the black mask, which belonged to Meng Fuyao.
"who!"
Just as the black shadow flashed through the door, there was a low and cold cry in the darkness.
The tone of the man in the room was calm and sober, without the drowsiness that a person who was awakened in the middle of the night should have.
A stern light flashed across his eyes, Meng Fuyao went straight forward without making a sound, and with a flick of his sleeve, a black and dull dagger slipped out from the bottom of the sleeve without a sound, and arrived like a poisonous snake in a blink of an eye. The heart of the man on the bed.
The man sneered, and flicked his sleeve, which was clearly just soft pajamas, but it was as hard as steel and as smooth as jade, with a clang, the dagger hit the sleeve and slid straight to the edge of the bed.
Meng Fuyao's response was also excellent, the dagger slipped, and immediately flipped over, with a whoosh, he rolled over the man's head and fell to the other side of the bed, and without looking back, he stabbed the man's back with his backhand. .
The man also seemed to be angry, and suddenly floated up from the bed, like a piece of snow-white soft satin, he folded several stacks strangely, and then dodged the sharp knife, and then a bright sword light rose from his waist like a bright moon In an instant, the room was full of light, reflecting Meng Fuyao's figure in every detail.
The slender body of a woman is beautifully outlined by the sword light, with smooth curves like water waves, a delicate flowing spring at the lower jaw, a cluster of waves surging at the fullness, and a charming sea at the waist. The vortex makes people's heart beat again and again, wanting to drown desperately.
The man who controlled the sword seemed to be startled by this beautiful shadow, and his hand eased.
Meng Fuyao, who was bathed in the light of the sword, immediately took this opportunity to rush straight to the window with his head in his arms, as if he didn't dare to meet him face to face, but a sneer behind him suddenly sounded with a fierce murderous intent, "Where do you want to go?"
The sound came from the back and the action came from the front, and the sword light instantly formed a straight line, like a bolt of lightning splitting the air, chasing Meng Fuyao's back.
The speed of the sword, if you run in a straight line, you will definitely be pierced by the sword. In desperation, Meng Fuyao leaned back on the iron bridge and put his head on the ground. The tip of the sword brushed her nose and flew past. Her face suddenly became silent and strange. It split open, neatly divided into two halves, and fell to the ground.
The man was startled, and with a wave of his hand, the sword light turned upside down, and the hilt hit Meng Fuyao's shoulder, knocking her down to the ground.
The moonlight penetrated through the window and shone on the gray-white "face" on the ground. It was a human skin mask, shaking slightly in the night wind.
Meng Fuyao, whose mask was cut by the sword light, looked back at the people in the room in panic.
The moonlight shone on her face.
I saw the huge and hideous scar on the face that was also wriggling because of the fright.
Seeing that scar made my heart shudder, and I couldn't forget it after just one look, and I didn't want to see it again.
If it's just a scarred face, it's nothing more than a beautiful body with such ups and downs that are like poetry, so coherent up and down, it makes people lament that the world is not as good as it is, and there is no beauty of adults in heaven.
The man squinted his eyes for a look, and there was a look of shock and regret in his expression.
Just in such a daze, Meng Fuyao suddenly sprang up like a young leopard, stepping over the long window with his toes, and jumped out of the window instantly like a section of black flexible spring.
She skimmed over the end of the banyan tree, bringing up thousands of branches to sway and dance, making a soft clatter.
A fallen leaf flew very high, passed the window that was knocked open and fell towards the point of the man's sword, but there was still a foot away, then suddenly paused, and then dissipated in mid-air, turning into a small pile of pale green leaves Flour.
The man never moved.
His sword light was condensed like sea waves, thousands of sparkling lights reflected his face, his black hair was like black ink, his body was tall and jade-like, and his pair of red phoenix eyes were bright and bright, a bit sinister and a bit romantic.
He flicked his sleeves, and the pile of pale green powder immediately turned into a green mist, slowly rising in the silent space.
The wind blew the beaded curtain and the jade cover, and behind the man, a door leading to the East Pavilion suddenly opened silently.
There is a faint white shadow inside the door, sinking in the vague darkness.
Seeing the white shadow, the dark look in the man's eyes immediately dissipated, and when he turned his head, he had already recovered his calm and meaningless expression, and his tone was somewhat respectful and deliberately kind, "Mr. Zong, I'm sorry to disturb you."
"Third Highness, you are welcome," the man in white walked out of the darkness, staring at the leaves flying outside the window with a thoughtful look in his eyes, "I didn't sleep at all."
He turned his eyes to look at the table, hesitated a bit, Qi Xunyi immediately said, "I haven't touched these tea sets, just take them."
Smiling apologetically, the man in white took out the tea set and poured himself a cup of tea. His movements were light and steady, his palms were clean and slender, the room was not lit, and his profile was soft under the light and shadow of the moonlight, and the color of his eyes and lips were slightly lighter. Some, reminiscent of light cherry blossoms in early spring.
He lightly moistened his lips with tea, looked thoughtfully at the leaves that had fallen into the soil, and said softly, "These leaves... shouldn't have fallen now..."
Qi Xunyi glanced out of the window disapprovingly, frowned very slightly, and then said with a smile, "Mr. Zong is a doctor with a parental heart, even the grass and trees are sympathetic, and Xunyi respects them very much."
"Just call me Zong Yue." Zong Yue smiled faintly, and put down the teacup, "I am born to love flowers and plants. Seeing that flowers and plants fall at the wrong time, I can't help but feel a little hurt. His Highness the Third Highness laughed at me."
"You can call me Xunyi too." Qi Xunyi laughed heartily, "I chose the name, and it's just for people to call me. Why bother your Highness?"
He smiled boldly, but his eyes kept flickering. Zong Yue looked away, smiled lightly and remained silent.
Qi Xunyi stared into his eyes and said slowly, "You must have seen that scene just now."
Zong Yue's expression didn't change, he just nodded slightly.
"Who do you think sent this? It looks like..." Qi Xun hesitated to speak, his eyes burning.
Zong Yue was silent for a long while, then smiled, "Your Highness claims to be the best in the world, knowledgeable about heaven and man, and His Highness must have understood the actions of this villain. It's a pity that Zong Yue is stupid and can't see anything, otherwise It can also relieve His Highness's worries and labor."
Qi Xunyi's gaze sank, then he smiled and waved, "Young Master Zong is too humble, in fact, Xiao Wang doesn't dare to bother you with these trivial matters, you should rest early, and you have to ask your son for your sister's injury. "
"Princess Yuan's injury is not serious, especially because there is bone erosion powder in the wound, which makes the wound deeper. It is easy to heal, but it is difficult to completely restore the appearance." Zong Yue's eyes showed a little regret, "But I will do my best."
"Please, my lord." Qi Xunyi bowed slightly.
Zong Yue returned the gift silently, and drifted away.
As soon as his figure disappeared into the side door, the unrestrained and graceful expression on Qi Xunyi's face disappeared immediately. He stared at the direction where Zong Yue disappeared, his eyes were gloomy, and he spat hard at the ground for a long while, cursing in a low voice:
"Asshole!"