My lord, she is beautiful and good at fighting

Chapter 15 Opening
Song Ci sat on the mahogany bed in the inner room, looked at the hostile and angry master in the outer hall, and thought that it would be better to grind it by himself.

But as soon as she spoke, she noticed a gaze. The man's fox eyes were thin, with a slight smile on his lips. He obviously didn't have any sullen expression or angry eyes, and his voice was very harsh, but it made her feel like she had fallen into the deep sea, and the pressure was everywhere, and it swept her away. submerged.

At the same time, those eyes also reminded her of the scene in Jinyang Bieyuan that year, which was like a purgatory Shura.

She opened her mouth, but couldn't make a sound. The man lazily withdrew his gaze and turned to the red patch of red beside him. The scorching sun brushed across the eaves and reflected on the clothes of the two of them, like gods from heaven. Reunion, he held a half-opened black jade bone fan, covering his breath, and breathed slowly, the ends of his eyes were reddish, half filled with tears, and there was a playful smile on his lips.

"Are you cursing your subordinates in your heart?"

"Heh," Wei Wan put down the stone awl heavily, and rubbed his sore wrist: "Sir, you have a very sharp sense of smell, and your frontier mastiff is not worth half of yours."

Rong Xian's eyebrows were raised, and it was not hard to hear the dissatisfaction and sarcasm in her words, and then closed the black jade bone fan in her hand, holding the sore wrist with her thin knuckles.

Wei Wan sucked in a breath of air when he was pinched, felt the progressively heavier fingertips on the wrist bone, and raised his hand to pat his strong and vigorous upper arm heavily: "You want me to die early?"

Rong Xian raised his crow-feathered long eyelashes, and his pair of fox eyes were instantly filled with intense darkness. After a long time, his long eyelashes pressed down to cover the terrifying black mist surging under his eyes, but the smile on his lips remained unchanged.

"Looking at the strength of the king's anger and beating the minister, it's not a big problem if you think about it. It will definitely be able to grind this plaster into a fine powder."

Hearing this, Wei Wan gritted his teeth viciously, as if he didn't care about the presence of outsiders, Rong Xian had no doubt that she could tear off a piece of his flesh on the spot.

Under the wooden grate of the guard, it looks like a gauze chasing the waves, with a peerless beauty, it is no longer the beauty of the morning, but the delicate face with rippling dimples.

Rong Xian is right in saying that it is Wu Anjun's skill in carving beauties, which is unmatched by anyone.

He leaned against the side of the round table, with his chin propped on the black jade fan, his eyes fixed on the hand holding the wooden grate, looking at the delicateness under the grate, the black jade gilt fan brushed across his body which was soaked in medicine, but he couldn't take it away. With a half-focused look on her face, she couldn't help but fall into a moment of reflection:
Tsk, miscalculated.

For a long time, the wooden grate was placed in the wooden bowl at random, Wei Wan dipped his hand into the copper basin and stretched it, and the water was pattering with satisfaction.

Rong Xian's fox eyes fell on the danhong, and the corners of his lips curled up, relaxed and relaxed.
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It was a day when the sun was about to rise and the sky was not yet clear. The Yanqing Gate in the east of Jinyang City had already opened its gates. Vendors poured into the city carrying poles on their shoulders. There was a woman in the team, wearing a coarse cloth and her long hair wrapped in a cloth towel that was the same as the clothes. , the bare toes at the tip of the cloth shoes were tucked in, carrying a burden, hugging the ultimatum to his chest, looking around timidly with his eyes, and pouring into Dongshi with the flow of people.

But the surroundings around her seemed to be chaotic, but they were inadvertently blocked by the bodies of some young people, unless they were condescending, it would not be obvious.

In the Qifeng Residence in Changfeng Street, Wei Wan and Rong Xian had already climbed onto the railing, occupying an excellent viewing position. Diagonally opposite the Qifeng Residence is the Yunyang Hou Mansion.

The two sat across the table, on the table was the familiar chessboard, some chess pieces had already been strewn about.

Black and white scholars stand against each other in court, and above the waves is the fierce battle of planning and strategy, the coexistence of improvisation and luck. The two people who live in opposition are like generals who sway scholars, one speaks and smiles freely, the other looks calm, and the index finger and middle finger Hengping's black and white scholars tried their best to expand their territory and annex the enemy's army when they settled down.

Leaning on the bustling city outside the fence, passing through the hall without leaving a sound, the world is round, and there are only these two people.

Wei Wan picked up the white pieces in the chess dowry, and ordered his soldiers skillfully: "I heard that tassel trees stretch for thousands of miles in the Taihang Mountains, and in midsummer the mountains are full of flowers like snow."

Holding the chess piece, Rong Xian raised his eyes and stared at her for a long time, with a half-smile on his lips, and immediately lowered his fox eyes, looking at the whole situation, he said, "Fortunately, I saw it."

She said calmly, "On the border of Eastern Qi?"

"What do you think."

Wei Wan's hand holding the chess piece froze, squinting his phoenix eyes: "This is ridiculous, how would I know."

"If I say..."

She fell down for a while, and seeing his voice fade away, she was about to raise her head when she heard a chuckle from over there: "Good show, it's about to begin."

At this time, it was the time for all the officials to pay their respects, and Zhao Zeng also got on the sedan chair and drove towards Jinque in a bold move. The woman passed by the sedan chair and approached the vendor slightly ahead: "Excuse me, may I ask about the Jinyang County Sheriff's Office?" How to go?"

The voice is delicate and the person is weak, the merchant is a woman, who seems to have just passed her thirties, she looked at the clothes of the woman who asked the way very sharply, seeing her cautious posture, not like a person who is charming and seductive, she thought she was in trouble. The serious people who came here replied: "Yo, girl, you came from another place, we Jinyang is the ancient capital of three dynasties and never set up a county mansion. The county guard has always been replaced by someone else."

"We won't set up a county mansion... Then, who will be in charge of this county guard?" The seemingly fragile and youthful body swayed, and raised his head anxiously, only then did people see clearly the hair hidden in the messy hair. The appearance, even the aunt gasped, this person is Song Ci after she changed her appearance, Xu felt that her tone was not polite, so she hurriedly added: "Madam, my family lives in Zhongmu, I am the daughter of a farmer, and my family members were murdered. , I’m here to report… I’m here to defect.”

The girl's heart was softened by the soft voice of the empress, and she replied carefully: "The governor of Jinyang should have been replaced by the chief of the officials, but Weiguo has no prime minister for the time being. You can go to the Zuoshifu. This road goes west, merges into Zhuque Street and enters the West Market, and goes straight all the way to the depths."

"What?! How could this happen?" Song Ci first exclaimed, then became desperate and helpless.

This time, the two people who were leaning on the railing sighed in admiration.

This conversation was naturally sent into Zhao Zeng's passing sedan chair. He lifted the curtain with his hand, and his eyes searched in the downtown area, and finally stopped on Song Ci. This reflected Song Ci's cleverness. Going out of the city, I entered through the east gate when the gate was opened early in the morning, and Zhongmou was also in the southeast of Jinyang, which is reasonable, and I asked where it came from.

Secondly, leaving traces in the mind of the prey through others, rather than deliberately blocking the sedan chair, can only manipulate others in the early stage, but allow others to make doubts in the later stage. Excellent hunters often appear as prey.

Zhao Zeng waved his hand at the guard's private soldiers, the sound of armor rubbing gradually rose, and the entrance of Suzaku Street flooded into Qifeng Street was blocked in unison, the curtain was lifted, and Marquis Yunyang stepped down on the stool.

Song Ci was also like a frightened bird, hunching her shoulders and looking at Marquis Yunyang with timid and delicate eyes.

The flesh on Zhao Zeng's face was piled up, and his eyes were cloudy with a strange light. Of course he knew that Zhongmou was a land sealed by Tianbe Shi's ancestors. Shi Shi's fright and anger did not seem to be fake, and his family was ruined on Tianbe Shi's territory. Could it be that he used some excuse to move to Jinyang.

He opened his smile, but he was very vicious. Thinking of the Song family who fell in the hands of Master Zuo and King Wei, he snorted and walked forward: "The girl came from Mou?"

　Rong Xian: Miscalculation.

　　Officer: Rare!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)