My lord, she is beautiful and good at fighting

Chapter 5 Long Win
Inside the carriage, the crown was stained dark red, and the white arms seemed to be stained with cinnabar, dazzling but extremely gorgeous.

Gold and red are intertwined, and the hairpin ring is in flames.

Qing Zhui's delicate little face was already pale, but the hands that were holding Wei Wan tightly did not dare to tremble at all, for fear that if he let go, the sharp blade would become an inch deeper: "Master... what are you doing!"

"Oh," her beautiful face was cold and her lips were pursed tightly, "It's really dirty."

Qing Zhui gritted his teeth, held back his tears, and said tremblingly, "Master."

The beauty's jade fingers trembled slightly, her drooping phoenix eyes pressed against the turbulent waves, under the waves was the smoke of gunpowder that only she could see, the ruins of ruins, mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and her broken bones.

And all of this is due to the supreme king at the pinnacle of power.

Qing Zhui quickly grabbed the hairpin ring with quick eyes and hands, and while holding back the tears, he rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find the medicine box.

As if she couldn't feel the pain, she leaned against the sedan wall, her brows and eyes were like a lonely moon sprinkling gold, straight into the cold pool and deep river, her breath was like beads falling on a jade plate: "Those who get close to you must be careful."

Qing Zhui sobbed: "Qing Huai and Yan He have always stood by the little lady's side, and never put their hands on anyone else."

In front of the gate of Prince Huaiwu's Mansion, there was a young child squatting, wearing a lotus-colored soft gauze skirt. He was holding a small leaf in his hand, playing with the insects on the ground. Maybe it had been a long time, but his fair little face gradually appeared a little anxious. From time to time, he raised his head and looked up: "Aunt Huai, when will my little aunt come back?"

Qinghuai's elegant face was filled with a smile, and she said with some coaxing: "The autumn breeze is refreshing now, and there are many people in front of the house. It's better for me, little lady, to wait for the young master in Fuyun Pavilion."

This child is the eldest granddaughter of the Huaiwu Palace, Wei Ban, who was born in Xia Ri, so the young master of their family wanted to take his name from his father.

Changying starts the order, and the flames are virtues.

At the same time, it metaphorically means victory.

Hearing this, the child shook his head, continued to fiddle with the small insects on the ground, shook his little head, and muttered: "The sound of summer insects - gradually diminishing, the sound of autumn insects - gradually multiplying, tiny things...[1]"

Before he finished reading, the tip of the child's ear moved. He blinked his dark peach eyes very quickly, and the auricle moved again.

Suddenly, before Qinghuai could react, he straightened up, threw away the little green leaf, and ran towards the carriage that was driving leisurely into the alley. After picking up his skirt, he picked up his skirt, and his crisp voice echoed throughout the alley: "Little aunt!"

Hearing the sound, Wei Wan hurriedly stopped the carriage, casually tore off the bandage that Qing Zhui was carefully wrapping, tied a knot at random and got out of the carriage.

Before she could stand still, she was thrown into his arms. Her hand fell on the top of the child's hair, and her voice was mixed with a smile: "Little Ah Ying."

"Little lady has excellent ears, Qing Huai is ashamed of herself." Qing Huai followed closely behind Wei Ban, smiling.

Wei Ban raised his head, stared at Wei Wan with peach blossom eyes, and looked begging for praise: "Of course, Dafu and Afu are guarding the frontier fortress, how can Ah Ying insult the lintel of Wei's family."

She couldn't help laughing, and rubbed the jade finger on Wei Ban's earlobe, and praised without hesitation: "The child of the Wei family has been brave for generations."

Wei Banben was proud of his little aunt's praise, but he was born with keen senses and could easily distinguish the extremely subtle blood energy hidden under the cold osmanthus fragrance of his little aunt. His peach blossom eyes quietly fell on Guangxiu, which was still a little wet. Cool and dark red, for a moment, he frowned, and his voice was cautious: "Little aunt is injured?"

Qing Zhui packed up the medicine box in the carriage and opened the curtain to go out. He happened to hear this question and took a breath of air. He looked around and saw that there was no one within more than a hundred feet, and he felt a little relieved.

Immediately, I had to swallow the blurted stop, and tried to calm my voice: "My lord, it's cool here, so it's not suitable to stand for a long time."

Qing Huai glanced at Qing Zhui in surprise. Others may not know it, but people like her and Yan He who are waiting closely know that the young lady is born with five senses that are sharper than ordinary people. The eldest son once said that even in the camp, The elite is not even half as good, so these words are definitely not the words of a child. The young master must be really damaged.

Wei Wan stretched out his hand like teasing a cat, and scratched Wei Xiang's chin: "Don't be afraid, it's just stained with other people's blood."

Hearing this, Wei Ban's peachy eyes narrowed, and he turned out to be as ruthless as Wei Wan: "Ah Ying is not afraid, luckily my aunt is fine, but... whoever dares to hurt little aunt, I, Wei Changying, will definitely chop him to pieces." bones of his hand, and crush his head."

This gesture instantly calmed the three women present. Qing Huai and Qing Zhui were shocked that their usually obedient little master had the murderous courage of the young master when he was angry.

Wei Wan was shocked that Wei Wan could be so cold and cruel at such a young age!When she asked for orders to kill the enemy, she took Ah Ying with her. However, the journey to Yanmen Pass was not smooth. At that time, little Ah Ying was tough and clever.

It was also at this time that she realized that Ah Ying's talent was already so outstanding so early.

The four masters and servants walked to Fuyun Pavilion, and before they passed the arched gate, the fragrance of osmanthus wafted from the courtyard.

She led Wei Ban and sat on the beauty's couch under the osmanthus, ordered Qing Zhui to bring milk soup and tea cake, and went to the clean room to change her clothes.

When she walked out of the clean room, she saw Wei Ban restlessly standing by the side of the beauty's couch, looking at the black iron red tasseled spear a few feet taller than him three times to the left and three times to the right.

From the side room, a woman in black walked out, spread her wide sleeves, leaned down and saluted: "Young Master."

Seeing the person coming, Wei Ban bent his peach blossom eyes like water and called, "Aunt Tang."

The clear and sweet voice, like jujubes wrapped in honey, was so different from the way he threatened to chop people's hand bones outside the house just now that even Wei Wan couldn't help but remain silent for a while.

Qingtang's usually cold and solemn face softened visibly, and he knelt down and said, "Little lady."

"Have you found someone?" Wei Wan lazily leaned on the beauty's couch, resting his eyes with his jade finger resting on one side of his jaw.

Qingtang lowered his head: "Yes, the servant of the Yunyang County Lord threw the person randomly on the outskirts of the city, but his subordinates did not take the person back immediately, thinking that the master had entered the Golden Palace. With that suspicious temperament, he should have understood I sent someone to investigate, but within three seconds, the leader of the Cavalry Guard arrived."

Wei Wan rubbed the center of his brows, and responded lightly. Suddenly, those deep and narrow eyes flashed in his mind, and he couldn't help feeling cold all over his body: "Go and check, Fumange Tianzi No. [-] is waiting today." Who is it?"

Her jaw was tense, Dan Kuiyu fingered the handle of the long whip at her waist.
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The afterglow of the setting sun is reflected on the solemn black bricks and tiles of the Shen Mansion, scattered and slanted on the nine-curved corridor in the side courtyard.

Shen Qingji's knuckle-boned fingers were holding the letter, his fingertips gradually turned white, while his long and narrow fox eyes were looking into the void through the bamboo window.

"My lord," Shansong Hei Duan brocade sleeves were tied with sleeve arrows, and he stood with his fists folded, "A letter from Zheng Guo, if the King of Wei disagrees to go to Yecheng to be the Prime Minister, what should we do?"

Shen Qingji's long eyelashes like cicada's wings pressed into a fold, his fox eyes were deep and beautiful, and his thin lips curled up warmly: "I can't help him."

The face that is obviously not outstanding, but it gives people a sense of oppression for no reason.

Shan Song threw one of the small bamboo tubes into the charcoal stove, unfolded the other, and immediately frowned: "Young master, he was rescued by Qingtang beside the female son."

"She's more promising than I thought." He put down the letter in his hand, "Go to Song Gong, envoy Zheng has an audience with King Wei, and intends to discuss the cession of land to attack Song when the prime minister meets with the king. If you don't want to be a lamb to be slaughtered, you should respond Attack Wancheng, and then use the profits to lure Chu." [2]
He planned thousands of miles and planned to rule the world, but he said it lightly, and the plan had nothing to do with it. This is the number one son in the world, Si Zhou.

"Release the news about Young Master Shen's Biao and Fengyun's number one."

　[1] "The sound of insects becomes fainter in summer and becomes louder in autumn." From "The Sigh of Insects in Autumn" [Song Dynasty] Dai Biaoyuan

　　[2] Xiangwang: A kind of alliance in the late Spring and Autumn Period and the early Warring States period when people became kings.

　　To explain: Wancheng is at the junction of Zheng State, Song State and Chu State.

　　
　
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