Li Ce was dressed in brocade clothes, his eyes were indifferent, and he didn't even look at these people.
With his head held high, he looked at the Bronze Sparrow Terrace, then raised his foot and took a steady step forward.
The courtiers around Zhao Chun'er couldn't bear to see everything fall short, so they stepped forward and tried to stop her. But before the words were spoken, and everyone didn't even see Li Ce's movements clearly, they saw a silver light cut through the man's throat in an instant, and the moment they intersected with Li Ce's figure, the man fell down with his eyes wide open.
With a bang, a large cloud of smoke and dust was raised.
Li Ce took out a pure white brocade handkerchief, casually wiped his blood-stained wrist, and threw it on the ground.
The bright red dots on the white brocade handkerchief immediately flew away with the wind, violently flying in mid-air.
No one dared to speak, no one dared to raise their heads, no one dared to make the slightest sound, and even dared not breathe.
Prince Li Ce, who had always been fatuous, lecherous and unrestrained, suddenly appeared under the attention of everyone in this way, with a huge thunderous fury, and the evil spirit on his body was enough to make fierce beasts from hundreds of miles away stay away.
Facing such a person, even a soldier as reckless as the Peking University Camp would hardly have the slightest courage to resist.
"Everyone spread out!" The road on Central Avenue was finally cleared. Li Ce's entourage came rushing from a distance like a tide. Everyone held wolf knives and their faces were tough. People felt chills down their spines just by looking at it.
Those are the "No. 1 Ruffian Soldiers" who are well-known throughout the continent. They have a prestigious name, but they can lose even a fight in a brothel to the Imperial Wolf Soldiers of the Peking Camp. They belong to Li Ce's private army. At this moment, their expressions were serious, their military appearances were neat, they held sharp knives, and charged into the crowd resolutely.
Li Ce stood on the Bronze Sparrow Terrace, squinting at the soldier of the Northern Camp who was holding the torch, and said coldly, "Get lost!"
The man was startled, his feet softened suddenly, and he actually rolled down the Tongque Terrace.
"I'm sorry, I'm late." When the wind blew, Li Ce's expression was filled with indescribable apology. He frowned, looking at the blood-stained woman in front of him, who could no longer recognize her true face, and felt that The heart seemed to be being stabbed, and the knife was bleeding.
He untied the rope from the woman, and held her in his arms.
Through the misty blood stains and messy hair, Zhao Chun'er watched Li Ce helplessly, and the ecstasy of escaping death instantly hit her heart.
Is this person the one I want to marry
She was a little confused for a while, and her mind was a little unclear. She only knew that she was going to die, and now, the person she was going to marry came to save her. Her tears poured out immediately, and she began to cry bitterly.
Li Ce frowned, picked her up by the waist, and walked down the stage.
Zhao Chun'er lost her confinement and gained freedom. She hugged Li Ce's waist tightly like a wounded little animal, her body trembling.
However, the next second, the man who had experienced the wind and moon stopped in his tracks. He looked at her, as if he was a little dazed. Then, he squatted down, half-embraced her in his arms, stretched out his fingers, and gently teased her. Despite her long black hair, but there is still so much blood.
He was so gentle, as if he was afraid of scaring anyone, his tone was like a lake in March, and he asked softly, "You? Who are you?"
Zhao Chun'er made an "ah" sound, but couldn't speak.
Only then did Li Ce realize that her jaw was dislocated, and he didn't know what technique he used. He only heard a click, and Zhao Chun'er's jaw immediately returned to its place. The woman's tears were like a fountain, and sadness came from the bottom of her heart. She cried and said: "I am the eighth princess of Daxia, and I am Zhao Chun'er."
Li Ce was stunned. He raised his head and looked down. The wolf soldiers were confronting the North Camp. Some people were about to make a move. The common people knelt on the ground tremblingly, looking at He, the dark clouds in the sky are thick, and there are strong winds raging everywhere.
Li Ce suddenly laughed, so softly, he lowered his head, looked at Zhao Chun'er, and said something Zhao Chun'er couldn't understand: "I knew, who can bully her!"
Then, with a bang, Prince Bian Tang stood up, completely ignoring that there was still a flowery princess in his arms, and let Zhao Chun'er roll on the ground like a ball.
He even stepped directly over Zhao Chun'er's body, strided towards the confronting two armies, waved his arms exaggeratedly, and shouted at the soldiers of the North Camp: "Don't get excited, don't get excited, everyone calm down!" point."
In the blink of an eye, he became that bastard prince who talked incoherently again. Standing in front of the wolf soldiers, he smiled slyly, "I heard that you have a big event here, so I'll join in the fun and ask them to watch it together. Don't worry about it, go on, go on!"
And the 50,000 wolf soldiers behind him, seeing the change in the master's expression, instantly relaxed and returned to their usual virtues. One by one, they hooked their shoulders and hung their backs, and there was no formation at all, as if what everyone saw just now was an illusion.
They walked up cheerfully, patted the shoulders of soldiers from the Beida Camp, blinked their eyes and said, "How is it? My buddy, was our formation just now exciting? We've been practicing for several months, haha, are you okay?"
The audience was in an uproar, and some soldiers ran to Zhao Chun'er, who had fallen to the ground.
The woman raised her head and cried out in grief and indignation: "I am Princess Daxia!"
The Daxia officials suddenly heard the princess's voice, and they were startled. Qi Qi ran forward, and after a while, the whole audience was in chaos.
Zhao Chun'er was helped up by Daxia officials with all his might, and through the crowd, he saw Li Cezheng happily mingling with the soldiers and laughing exaggeratedly, not at all looking like a prince.
Thinking of his actions just now, and that sentence, everything was like a sharp arrow shot into her heart. She allowed her subordinates to wrap her in a blanket, biting her lower lip with her white teeth, almost bleeding from the bite.
Chu Qiao, Chu Qiao, how can you tell me not to hate you
The grief and indignation in her chest crushed her for a moment, and her tears had already dried up. She raised her head slowly and looked at the dark clouds above, but she didn't even have the strength to yell.
"I swear here today that in this life, I will see with my own eyes the betrayal of your relatives, the loss of everything, and the miserable death of you. If not, I swear not to be human!"
The long wind howled, and the farce finally came to an end. When Li Ce was secretly looking for people throughout the city, Chu Qiao was actually right under his nose, less than three hundred steps away from Sun Di's Shangshu Mansion.
In the quiet welcome courtyard, there is a sense of serenity. The night is as cool as water, and the moonlight is bright and clear. The exquisite small buildings in the south of the Yangtze River are hidden among the flowers of begonias, and the bamboo windows are lightly opened. Zhuge Yue was sitting in front of the desk, drafting something, then sealed the envelope and handed it to Yue Qi who was standing beside him, looked at him with squinted eyes, and said in a calm tone: "Who has any objections to the order? Come in and let me see." look."
Yue Qi's complexion suddenly turned pale, she bowed her head in silence, the subtext was obvious, whoever dares to come in, isn't that courting death
Zhuge Yue lowered his head, unable to see any emotion, he just said flatly: "Go out."
If Yue Qi encountered an amnesty, he quickly opened the door and retreated.
After a while, there was a rustling sound, Zhuge Yue put down his pen, turned his head, and saw Chu Qiao standing by the moon door in the inner room, leaning on the door frame. She was wearing a white Confucian-style Confucian robe, and she looked thinner and thinner. Her face remained the same. A little pale, with black hair scattered all over her head, she stood there quietly.
"Wake up." Zhuge Yue said, stretching his fingers to the inner room, "There is warm food over there, go eat some." Seeing that Chu Qiao didn't move, he frowned slightly, and said, "Your illness is still not cured, Go back and lie down."
Chu Qiao still didn't move. The sky blue cicada wing screens are as thin as smoke, and in this autumn season, it looks even colder. The wind blows through the leaves, making a rustling sound, like light rain. Chu Qiao looked at him quietly, without saying a word .
Zhuge Yue stood up, got up and walked to the inner room, when he passed by her, he grabbed her wrist, only feeling skinny and weak. He frowned, and pulled her inside.
"Zhuge Yue." Chu Qiao called out in a low voice, and there was even a hint of pleading in her voice.
Zhuge Yue's footsteps stopped immediately, but he didn't turn his head. He only heard Chu Qiao's voice behind him, "I'm leaving."
When the night wind blew, Chu Qiao's clothes fluttered. Although she was tall, she still looked loose in Zhuge Yue's clothes. Zhuge Yue also ignored it, and said in a deep voice: "The wind outside is very tight now, I don't have any female relatives here, you should wear this clothes first."
"Zhuge Yue, I really have to go."
Zhuge Yue turned around and was about to leave, ignoring her words at all, "Have you taken the medicine the doctor told you to drink? Just lie down for a while before the fever subsides."
"Zhuge Yue, I really..."
"If you don't want to eat this, just say it, and I will order someone else to do it."
"you listen to me… "
"You have been in Tangjing for a long time. Have you ever gone out? There are a few good things outside. I'll ask someone to buy them for you."
"Zhuge Yue, listen to me," Chu Qiao grabbed him and said eagerly, "I am very grateful that you saved me, but I have to go now, I have to go to Yan Xun, our current political situation in Yanbei Not stable, I have to go back right away, I…”
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuge Yue threw off Chu Qiao's arm, turned around and was about to leave.
Chu Qiao was shocked, grabbed him, and shouted: "Zhuge Yue, I..."
"Zhuge Yue, Zhuge Yue! You are endless, do I owe you money? Do you have to call it that?" The man turned around immediately, his brows were raised, his lips were red, his eyes were like sharp stars, and he shouted angrily, "You And Yan Xun, you Yanbei, your head is full of other people, have you ever pretended to be yourself? Have you ever pretended to be me?"
Chu Qiao froze for a moment, Zhuge Yue looked at her viciously, his eyes seemed to be able to spew fire. They just looked at each other. Something that had been carefully hidden broke through the ice in an instant, revealing the tip of the iceberg. The atmosphere suddenly froze. The breathing of the two people was a little low, but neither of them could speak.
After a long time, Chu Qiao avoided the topic that made her feel uncomfortable, and said in a low voice, "I don't call you Zhuge Yue, what are you calling you? Fourth Young Master Zhuge? Zhuge? Yue?" Chill, she touched her arm uncomfortably, as if she had goosebumps, "Maybe I want to call you fourth brother?"
Zhuge Yue didn't even look at her, turned around and walked out, as if trying to get out of this place of right and wrong.
Seeing that he was about to leave, Chu Qiao quickly ran after him, but she accidentally tore the tablecloth on the square table, and the soup that was full on the table suddenly fell, splashing all over her body with a splash.
Chu Qiao let out a muffled snort, and fell down on the heavy carpet. Zhuge Yue quickly turned around and took away the hot bowls a few times, only to see that Chu Qiao's arms were already swollen, but he still held back his voice.
Zhuge Yue's face was so ugly that he seemed to want to kill someone, he picked up Chu Qiao, strode out of the door, ran all the way through the two corridors, and rushed into the bathroom. On Chu Qiao's arm.
"Does it hurt?"
Chu Qiao bit her lip, shook her head and remained silent.