Jun You Ji Fou

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Overnight, the soldiers and horses of Chang'an Mancheng were awe-inspiring, but not all the 50,000 elite soldiers actually entered Beijing. Most of them were stationed in the vicinity of the capital to guard the surroundings. Zhou Yi handed over 7,000 people led by him to Chu Mingyun, and quickly returned to his original post .

In the eyes of the courtiers of the Manchu Dynasty, there are those who hate, those who are uneasy, and those who are excited, as if they can clearly see that there is a string on the top of the head that is tightened a little bit, and it is triggered.

"With Zhou Yi guarding, there is no trouble around Changan. The others in the court are of little use and don't have to care. The only thing to pay attention to is the Yulin Army over the Jianzhang Palace." Chu Mingyun looked at the table case. The paved map clicked on one of them, "The Yulin Army is the emperor's guard banned, directly under Li Yanzhen's dispatch, and may be our biggest obstacle."

"Understood," Qin Zhaodao said, "I'll send someone to stare at."

Chu Mingyun nodded, Qin Zhao looked at him and said, "Senior brother, the people of the Su family have come several times to see Su Shiyu."

"Isn't it all blocked?" Chu Mingyun didn't care.

Qin Zhao hesitated, "Yes, but this is never the way."

Chu Mingyun raised his eyebrows slightly, without answering.

In this quiet space, the two shadow guards knocked on the door and came in, looked at each other, and whispered: "Lord, Master Su wakes up."

"Wake up?" Chu Mingyun froze for a moment. "...It's only been two days." The voice didn't fall, he calmed down again. "Why, didn't he say anything to me?"

"Master Su only said he was waiting for you in the other court."

"Huh." Chu Mingyun got up and walked outside the door, and Qin Zhao couldn't help but follow a step. "Sister, are you going like this?"

Chu Mingyun paused slowly, suddenly said: "I was thinking...what would he say and do after he passed me. Maybe he slept after sleep and wanted to open, maybe he waited to scold me, maybe A few more words to persuade me..." He raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows, silently laughed, and smiled softly, "...not at all, are you going to kill me?"

Qin Zhao was speechless, seeing him stepping out of the study door and subconsciously wanting to catch up, suddenly hesitating again, and instructed the two shadow guards to follow.

Chu Mingyun saw him when he stepped into the other court.

Su Shiyu stood sideways, holding a wine glass in his hand and staring up at the pear blossom, but in a blink of an eye, it was already covered with flowers and stacked like snow. On the stone table under the tree, there is a jade jug made by the maidservant. The scene is very similar to the previous one, except that the person waiting this time is not him, and Su Shiyu's face is indifferent, unable to see the emotion, like a perfect and flawless mask.

Chu Mingyun hadn't approached yet. A group of white came from a sudden attack. He suddenly raised his hand and closed it to his eyes. The liquid in the white jade wine cup rippled a few times, but it didn't spill out. Chu Mingyun looked up at Su Shiyu, the other party's posture was still there, and he didn't look at him. If it wasn't empty in his hand, it almost made people think that he was still stuck in his thoughts and hadn't realized his approach.

"Oh." Chu Mingyun laughed unidentifiedly. The wine cup turned around at his fingertips, and instead raised his glass to drink. He threw the glass on the ground and shattered it with a loud cry, "This thing can be It won't hurt me," he lowered his eyes, and withdrew his backhand's saber from his backhand, and threw it over. "You have to use this."

The voice did not fall, the long sword burst into the air with a bleak noise, Han Mang pierced his eyes, and he could not even see how Su Shiyu approached.

Chu Mingyun leaned back to avoid a swinging sword, and the blade of the sword wiped off a few strands of raised hair from before his eyes. He leaned back and pulled out another shadow guard's sword, blocking it in front of him. The chopping face hit, but in an instant.

"Do you really want to kill me?" he asked in a low voice, looking into Su Shiyu's eyes through two dead swords, and no trace of feelings could be snooped. The ink jade-like pupil was more like what he saw when he was conquering The desert and snow that have passed through, seldom become the most extreme empty.

Su Shiyu didn't answer, and suddenly took a few steps back and stabbed again. Chu Mingyun's hand suddenly fell through. The three-foot Qingfeng swept away with all his body, brought the pear blossoms to the ground, and the jade jug fell to the ground. The mellow wine blended with the fragrance of pear blossoms.

"The Lord!" The Shadow Guard couldn't help but took a step forward and was repelled with a cold "Keep off".

The coat of clothing is flying indefinitely, the sword light is dazzling, the sword gas is soaring, and the pear tree is trembling and the flowers are rustling.

Chu Mingyun hasn't met an opponent who is enough to fight for many years, but he never expected that this person would be Su Shiyu.

The four generations of the Su family's general style of the door were vividly manifested at this moment, but Su Shiyu's sword was completely different from his own. His moves were extremely fast and the sword was extremely dangerous.

No wonder Su Shiyu rarely saw his shot even when they were together. Chu Mingyun had thought that he deliberately covered up, but it was not until this moment of the fight that he discovered that this was a habit he had formed: he approached his opponent without fear of safety, and never shot until he confirmed that he could kill with one blow. What is fighting is that whoever is faster on the first line of swordsmanship is simply betting on life.

If you are not careful, you will definitely die.

And since it is a gamble, who can ensure that every time is foolproof?

- "It's my turn, or the question just now, why did your father not allow you to do it?"

- "Probably... I don't like my murderous style."

But he clearly comes from a distinguished family, is the son of a family, and has infinite glory. Why is he so accustomed to work style?

He once gave up everything and put himself under the blade, letting his whole body be exposed, only to take his life in an instant opportunity?

All thoughts flickered among the sparks of electric light, and Chu Mingyun was distressed.

The long sword went awry, and the two blades were in the wrong direction. The cold blades grinded sharply and sharply, and Mars splashed slightly. Chu Mingyun flashed with Su Shiyu, glancing casually at his sword holding hand, and frowned slightly.

In an instant, countless moves were fiercely confronted. The sound of sword-fighting clashes and the sound of tearing air continued, and they became a silent stalemate in an instant.

The east wind drops petals, pear flowers fall like snow, and fall on Ru Bai's shoulders.

There is a sword between them. Chu Mingyun's sword front reached Su Shiyu's throat, and Su Shiyu's sword front clicked on Chu Mingyun's heart, and no one moved for a moment.

Chu Mingyun suddenly lifted the corner of his lips slowly. He folded his wrist and turned in a direction, flicking off the falling flowers on Su Shiyu's shoulders with a sword, and immediately waited for the other party to react. Taking a step forward, the soft sound of the broken texture was like a flower. .

Su Shiyu hurriedly closed his hand and withdrew his sword. The blood he brought out was spilled on the ground. The red blood and white flowers, his mask-like face finally cracked.

Chu Mingyun snorted while covering his wounds, his blood color faded away, his cold sweat rolled down his wet eyes, but he still looked at Su Shiyu with a smile, "Did you get angry?" Seeing Su Shiyu was still silent, but not When he started again, he took a deep breath and held his breath, continuing: "Then listen to me."

"How long do you think you can stand up for Li Yanzhen?" Chu Mingyun said, "He is weak and incompetent and does not understand anything, but can't you see the situation?"

"Hun, there is Loulan now, which one hates Da Xia in the bottom of his heart, just wait for the opportunity to pounce on it; and you have not seen what the world of Da Xia has become like, The ancestor's law that cannot be changed is full of failures. Su Xing just unfortunately chose King Huainan blindly. He said nothing wrong."

"The world says you are loyal, but what is your loyalty, is it the world or his Li family? Hasn't Li Yanzhen learned to grow up after so many years, full of brain painting and carving, know nothing but pleasure, this useless thing Is it the king you want? You stopped him and gave the city to Loulan, but stopped him and gave the Huainan archer to the king of Xiling? There is no peace in the world. As long as he is in this seat, he will not be peaceful. You have to wait for him to be poisoned a few more times before you can figure it out?" His voice was getting heavier, and he almost asked, "Su Shiyu, if Li Yanzhen really can sit in that position, how can you be a power minister for so many years?" "

Su Shiyu shouldn't be silent, just watched Chu Mingyun's chest flushed with red, blood oozing continuously, through his fingers, hit the ground drop by drop.

"What does it mean to be rebellious? Didn't his Li ancestors rise up in the past, and the other way around? When the time came, changing the dynasty was destiny, what was wrong with Jiangshan's change, what was wrong with me? Others are arguing, so why can't I win this world?" He dropped his voice sharply, but his face was pale, and his hands were sticky and bloody.

Su Shiyu was speechless for a long time, and finally spoke with a dumb voice, "When are you going to let me go?"

"Wait for me to take the throne." Chu Mingyun's fingertips touched the bleeding wound, and his thoughts suddenly turned, and he said again, "Or, you leave now."

Su Shiyu took a step back in silence, and took another step. After a while, she put the long sword on the stone table and turned away.

Chu Mingyun increased his strength by pressing his injured finger one inch at a time. He stared directly at Su Shiyu's back and forth, without blinking. A gust of wind suddenly rolled over, and the trees covered with snow fell one after another, fascinating people's eyes, confusing their eyes, and blinking that figure was gone.

He stumbled and almost stumbled to his knees, fortunately stabbing his sword into the ground to barely stabilize. There was a turbulent gas in the throat, Chu Mingyun pulled up his lips and tried to laugh, but his mouth was coughing up with blood, and he choked with pain. Aside, Ying Wei rushed up and carefully supported him. He released the sword he was holding and lifted his hands to wipe the blood on his lips. The voice was low to himself, and he said with a smile: "... Let you go, you really go what."

Suddenly the wound hurt badly.

Chu Ming Yungang was helped back to the house, and Qin Zhao and Du Yue hurried over, and he was stunned at the sight of him. It was rare that no one spoke discerningly.

Silence spreads with the bitter fragrance of the medicine. Du Yue got the medicine, wrapped the bandage, took a few steps back, looked around and nodded, then walked aside and washed his hands, before finally speaking: "Fortunately, this injury is not deep, otherwise you Life is really hanging. Hey, lie down for a few days now, don’t toss about it, you can get better with it for a while."

The maidservant stepped forward to remove the blood-soaked Jinpa and the basin. Chu Mingyun sat on the couch, looking down at his injury with low eyes, and did not answer.

Du Yue stared at him for a moment, and couldn't help but ask: "You... really my cousin stabbed?"

"No," Chu Mingyun took clean clothes on the side and put it on his body. "I ran into it myself."

Qin Zhao's eyes twitched slightly, and Du Yue was stunned for a long while before saying, "I don't think...my cousin is not such a cruel person, maybe he doesn't feel well in his heart either, he...you don't Blame him..."

"I didn't blame him." Chu Mingyun said.

At this point, Du Yue had nothing to say, so he closed his mouth and sat sideways with a tangled face. The atmosphere was quiet and dull, except for Chu Mingyun's rustling of finishing his clothes. Rao Shiqin's temperament was also unbearable, and he found a topic out loud, "Yes, Master, Su Shiyu's martial arts are strong?"

"If he doesn't have reservations, I should win him."

Qin Zhao asked subconsciously: "But Yingwei said he saw you tied?"

Chu Mingyun glanced at him without a tone of voice: "Because every move he pointed at me is crucial, and I have to take care not to let the sword really hurt him."

Qin Zhao knew that he had asked the wrong words and no longer spoke out. Chu Mingyun turned out to be the calmest of the three. He grabbed the blood-stained robe off the side. "But I always feel that his gesture of holding a sword seems to..." Something wiped his finger and slipped from his sleeve. Arriving on the couch, several jade and jade crashes.

Du Yue immediately exclaimed, "Hey, why is this jade pee still alive, haven't you thrown it a long time ago?" He panicked, "Is it... Did it come across when I started? Hey, hey you... it Broken..."

The fine carved white jade was broken into several pieces on the couch, still warm and smooth. Chu Mingyun stared at it straight, as if he could not hear anything. Du Yue barked several times before he closed his eyes, and finally showed a deep irritability between his eyes, "I'm not blind yet."

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