Princess, Spare My Life

"Because I want to do this."

Yuan Zhen's words were plain and cold, and Gu Yuemin heard the unshakable persistence from this simple and indifferent tone.

Princess Minghui smiled suddenly. She pulled Yuan Zhen's front and said, "You and me, return to Princess Mansion!"

Yuan Zhen didn't speak. Her Royal Highness was a little overbearing, and immediately after she was rescued, she immediately wanted to win over her.

Just don't feel disgusted.

However, listening to Gu Yuemin continued: "We ... the gentleman, regardless of status ... we don't talk about political affairs, we only talk about Fengyue ..."

"Let's talk again when we're alive!" Yuan Zhen interrupted. "What's the matter between the two women? You don't want to spit blood and die, or say a few words." When it's safe, leave the princess Stay away. This princess is too dangerous. Every time I see her, she always feels wrong.

Yuan Zhen carefully recalled the movement of the mountain just observed, and chose a hidden place to move forward. It has already deviated from the mountain road, and there is no road, it is more difficult to walk.

While thinking, Yuan Zhen suddenly felt that the person in his arms was shaking.

"What's the matter with you?" Yuanzhuang touched her forehead and felt a little hot.

Princess Minghui held her plaque tightly, gritted her teeth, and barely smiled, "It's nothing, my chest hurts ... Do you know, there is a stream nearby?"

"There is a waterfall outside the half-day journey." Originally there was only half an hour's journey, but now they are traveling at a speed, and they may not be able to arrive for half a day. Yuan Zhen looked at her flushing, not as a result of internal injuries, but rather as cold.

Yuan Zhen thought of the potion she had poured into her, and frowned slightly, leaning down and sniffing in her neck. Yuan Zhen's sense of smell and taste is much sharper than that of ordinary people. The pink potion runs down her cheeks and sticks to her neck. Yuan Zhen smells a strong aroma, some like musk. I stuck out my tongue and licked it. It was slightly sweet, but I couldn't taste the poison.

When Yuan Zhen's tongue touched Gu Yuemin's neck skin, Gu Yuemin trembled suddenly. Yuan Zhen looked up and saw that Gu Yuemin's slightly closed eyes could hardly conceal the release of a little spring, his skin color was reddish, and the body in his arms was obviously hot, because his forbearance had shivered all over.

Now Yuan Zhen no longer needs to verify, and also knows what medicine it is.

"How long have you endured?"

Gu Yuemin gritted his teeth, and his face became redder. He didn't know whether it was a medicinal attack or he was ashamed after seeing it by Yuan Zhen.

Yuanzhang stopped the horse and said, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" If it was detected earlier, there are drugs that can suppress it. Now that the effect of the drug has begun, drug suppression is no longer effective. The easiest way is to soak in cold water, just have an hour or two. This kind of medicine is also commonly used during Yuan Zhen's mission. The killers with black fingerprints have a chaotic sexual life. For mission needs, they will go to bed with different people. Some brothers and sisters even look for relief to relieve stress. Although Yuan Zhen had only lived for more than 20 years in his previous life, he was experienced in love.

Gu Yuemin bit his lower lip and said, "I ... This medicine is too prescriptive ... I thought ..."

"I thought I could stand it? Wasn't Gu Xiang's nasty embryo used to be a potent medicine? Where did your savvy go?"

Facing Yuan Zhen's blame, Gu Yuemin was speechless. At this time, she did not have the ability to speak normally.

It seems that women have weaknesses. A golden virgin like Gu Yuemin will also lose his square when he first encounters this matter.

Yuanzhang hugged her and rolled over the horse. She laid her heart on a hillside by the road, and the horse's reins dangled on a large tree next to it.

Yuan Zhen said to her, "Wait here!"

Xiner nodded and looked at her, her eyes full of questions. But Yuan Zhen ignored her. Yuan Zhen is very clear, Xiner is very obedient, let her wait here, don't move, even if you feed the wolf, you won't leave.

At this time, the onset of medicinal power was deep, and Gu Yuemin had difficulty keeping his eyes clear. It wasn't until this time that Yuan Zhen's keenness noticed that Gu Yuemin's patience under severe injuries was still tenacious.

Gu Yuemin shrank in the embrace of Yuan Zhen, in the dimness, feeling cold, and barely opened his eyes to check, but it was a slightly wet ground in late spring, surrounded by the smell of grass and soil, and the cool nature breath She was slightly awake and looked at Yuan Zhen beside her, but saw that she was undressing, revealing the white lewd clothes next to her.

Yuan Zhen untied the white veil, and the cold and moonlike face was at a glance.

Gu Yuemin jumped in his heart and said in amazement: "What are you ... what are you going to do?"

"Detoxify." Yuan Zhen spread his coat on the ground, knelt beside her, and undressed her.

Gu Yuemin hurriedly pulled his hand that was **** and said, "Thirteen, you ... no, no ..."

"Why not? Isn't this an aphrodisiac?" Yuan Zhen frowned, lowering his nose and sniffing Yuemin's neck again, and licking again, the thick fragrance and slightly sweet medicine smell didn't even cover Gu Yuemin's blood. live. Yuan Zhen's eyebrows were slightly condensed, and Qingying's tone said affirmatively: "No, my judgment should be correct."

Gu Yue was sensitive to the warm and moist gas sprayed on her neck, and the soft and sticky tongue slipped over her skin. She just felt very comfortable, and wished she could lean closer. Gu Yuemin, a fierce spirit, bit his tongue and forced himself to be more awake and said, "No, no ... take me to the stream, to the waterfall ..."

Yuan Zheng snorted and said, "You have died of yin before reaching you. You are now suffering internal injuries. Although the pill has stopped the injury, you have to soak it in cold water, and you will not live long if you don't die."

Yuan Zhen untied her coat and middle coat three or two times, revealing a pink bellyband embroidered with gold threads and nine phoenix patterns. This bellyband is very finely sewn, and a "Min" character is embroidered in the lower left corner.

The rope of the bellyband is behind the neck, Yuan Zhen knees on both sides of Gu Yuemin's body and leans down to untie the rope, almost holding Gu Yuemin in his arms.

Yuan Zhen found a pill, which contained Gu Yuemin's sakura lips, crossed the pill, lifted her head slightly, and sent the tip of the tongue against the pill. She pressed it on her neck and forced her to swallow.

Gu Yuemin's lips are moist and fragrant, with a touch of medicine and blood.

Soon after, there was a low sobbing murmur in the woods, and a long, moaning moan.

An hour later, until Gu Yuemin fell asleep, Yuan Zhen got up, wiped her clean, put on her clothes one by one, and walked back to the place where she was playing. Beside the horse, in the silver moonlight, Xiner leaned against a big tree, curled into a ball, stared at her with big shiny eyes, wondering, biting his fingers, as if hungry .

Yuan Zhen's body is like a treasure chest. Weapons, medicines, things, and silver are always ready. After giving her a piece of noodle cake, Yuan Zhen suddenly thought: This child, wouldn't you just hear it?

It is rumored that Zhao Guogong's grandson, today's uncle Ma Suqi, and Tian Yunguan's disciples are extraordinary. He went to Baima Temple to discuss the martial arts with Master Kongwen. He didn't want to encounter Princess Minghui being attacked by the assassin, so he rescued and turned the tide, and captured the princess' heart.

The fact is that, more than a month after the rumors came out, today's Ma Yuanzhang, accompanied by Tian Yunguan's disciple and Minghui Princess Gu Yuemin, went to Baima Temple to find the master of air news and asked the scriptures. Princess Minghui was attacked by the royal scum. Rescued, turned the tide, captured the princess ... the body ...

Sometimes rumors can even become prophecies. Just, and slightly different from the facts.

As one of the five major schools of orthodox martial arts, Baima Temple is different from other martial arts martial arts: each disciple lives according to his duties in the courtyard, and does not live according to his or her seniority. Eighteen of the three generations of disciples in the White Horse Temple, known as "Eighteen Arhats", have a special courtyard called "Eighteen Arhats", which is close to the small courtyard where the host is.

"Huitong-come out for me!"

At the gate of the "Eighteen Arhat House" where Eighteen Arhats lived, a fat monk wearing a red badger was guarding the door, with a stick in his hand facing the ground, and the monks who were hundreds of meters across felt the ground shudder. The monks looked at them in secret.

"Look, Uncle Yuandu is here again!"

"I don't know how long Uncle Yuandu can last this time."

"Maybe Uncle Yuandu can win?"

"Come on! He's a big brother's opponent!"

After a few breaths, the door of "Eighteen Arhat Houses" opened and a young monk in his twenties came out. The light gray monk robes and gray cloth shoes were spotless, the top of the light head was dazzling and bright, and a dark blue cover string book was written in the cover, with the three characters "The Diamond Sutra" on it. The font is robust, rounded, and comfortable at first glance, just like this young monk with peace.

This is the legendary big disciple Huitong who chaired the abbot.

"Huitong, why is it so slow?" Yuandu grumbled with dissatisfaction. A monk quietly reminded him: "Uncle, quit!"

"I want you to control!" Yuandu looked around for a week, and the monks who saw his eyes lowered their heads, folded their hands together and looked at the sky with dazzling glances, or looked at the ground and whispered the verse softly. "I didn't hear anything", countless afterglows watching the movement here and there, weird aura of tens of meters.

Huitong put a single palm on her chest, shouted a Buddhist chant, smiled, and was polite: "Uncle Yuandu, my disciples are reading the scriptures, a little bit late."

Yuandu didn't get too entangled here, waved his hand: "I don't care whether you read the Scriptures or copy the books, you can go to fight with me and talk!"

Hui Channel: "Uncle, didn't you just practice yesterday?"

Yuandu's eyes glared and he said, "That's not possible! You didn't do your best!"

"How is that? Uncle's martial arts, who doesn't know the whole temple?" Having said that, he paused and looked at the brothers and sisters around him. "You say, what is the martial art of your uncle?"

The monks nearby skillfully echoed:

"Who doesn't know the uncle Wuyi is outstanding?"

"Yeah, yeah! Uncle started strengthening at the age of four, squatting and chopping wood at the age of six, picking up the water at the age of ten without panting, practicing martial arts for several hours a day, never stopping for more than thirty years, which one is comparable ? "

"I heard that even the host is not the opponent of the master!"

You said it to me, but you crossed Yuandu into the sky.

Yuandu is a straight-hearted man who is laughed with praise and unconsciously smug. However, he was very self-aware and interrupted with a loud voice: "I can't reach the three masters. The three masters were congenital masters a few years ago. Although I haven't played them, I see him uncomfortable. I guess It ca n’t be beaten, too. ”The Zen stick in his hand pointed at Huitong, saying,“ I ca n’t beat my brother, ca n’t I even beat you? I do n’t believe it! ”

Once he had a Zen stick, a wave of air waved against him, and several of the three generations of disciples in the surrounding White Horse Temple were stabilised by the air waves. A few of the four generations of disciples even turned their heads.

Huitong is helpless.

This uncle is the most hot-tempered of all the uncles and uncles. When the Qin Dynasty was an army mate and later became a monk, he followed the master Xiongwen to fight against the Huns during the war against the Huns. Although the Buddhist scriptures have washed away his murderous power, the power is getting stronger and stronger. The monks in the temple liked his temperament, but they were afraid of his recklessness. The most feared thing was that he was involved in "learning martial arts".

All in all, it is very stressful to associate with this uncle.

Waiting for Huitong to answer, Yuandu replied, "Don't talk about the mess! Every time I talk to you, I get dizzy! Simply, fight with me ... ah no, talk to me!"

Huitong had to tell the truth, "Uncle, today I have broken through the innate, and I have to meditate on the state of support, it is really not appropriate to do it."

innate……

innate?

innate!

The three generations and four generations of disciples around were stunned, not to mention the expression that Yuandu's jaw was about to dislocate. Only a dozen monks who knew the inside story of "Eighteen Arhats" smirked.

Congenital! The world's most dreamy realm of martial arts! According to legend, the ultimate martial arts, the peak of martial arts, whoever martial arts, who do not envy-of course, except those who are already congenital masters. It's all congenital, do you still use the test? Yuandu finally understands why he and his nephew are so close to each other that he is so close to each other-he has already exceeded himself too much, and is purely playing with himself!

Yuandu flushed with blush.

Just then, a young monk ran in suddenly and shouted, "Uncle Yuandu and Brother, it's not good! Princess Minghui was assassinated in our back mountain, and her whereabouts are unknown! The Princess's guard was seriously injured!"

Huitong's peaceful eyes shot a fine light, saying: "Order the monks in the temple to leave immediately, and follow me to find the princess!" And on the Yuandu Road, "Master, Master is not here, and you are invited to stay in the temple with the two masters Preside alert. "

After a short while, the ancient Baima Temple, which had originally settled down, burst into a tense atmosphere. Numerous monks rushed out of the backyard with long sticks and entered the back mountain quickly and orderly.

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