Rebirth of Qing Xin Fu Yan

Six years later, Dali.

Flowing water is difficult to stay, time is easy to pass, and in six years, it is just a flash of light.

Thousands of miles away, the Southwest Palace of Dali, it is now April, Dali City is already full of flowers and grass, and the spring is melting. Dali, which has always been pleasant in four seasons, is even more fascinating at this time.

The street vendors and merchandisers are in an endless stream, and the gradual flow of people dispels the laziness of the spring morning. The dazzling array of goods demonstrates the prosperity and tranquility of the city.

And the Southwest Palace, far away from the noise, is as quiet and speechless as ever. Although it is a palace, it is not magnificent, the decoration is low-key and simple, and it is not dazzling at first glance, but the sense of majesty and solemnity does not converge. The head of the beast on the roof is condensed and majestic, watching everything around it.

After a while, a man in light armor entered the house from the side door and went straight into the backyard. His footsteps were sonorous, unhurried, as if a long, gun, and stiff pen. Only after entering a garden, the feeling of coldness suddenly softened. The layout of the courtyard is still simple, but a peach tree in the west is already in full bloom at this moment, and the flowers in clusters of flowers appear to be open and enthusiastic, like a cloud of clouds spreading on it.

The flower bloomed for a while, and the finely divided petals fell to the ground. The stone table under the tree was also covered with a layer. From a distance, the tree is luxuriant and gorgeous, and the tree is messy but unique. This tree A table makes this simple garden instantly full of life.

The light-armored man paused slightly, looked at the open courtyard door, and walked in with his foot raised. Looking at the woman in plain clothes standing by the window with her back facing him, she whispered: "Young Master."

The woman retracted her protruding hand, and a gorgeous peach blossom fell between her fingers. She twisted the flower at will and turned around: "Are you ready?" The voice was soft, with a sense of indifference, just like the outside. Falling flowers, falling leisurely.

She is dressed in a plain skirt, with a white belt around her waist that outlines the exquisite waist, and she simply has an amber jade pendant. The facial features are not gorgeous, they can only be regarded as delicate, but the eyes are as clear as glaze, and they are like precipitated amber, which makes one look deeply in it.

The man's eyes flickered slightly, his tone still respectful: "Ready, it's just the young master, do you really want to go in person? The prince is not there. If you know where you have been, I'm afraid you will be anxious."

"No problem, I will tell him. I have been hiding for so many years. Some things should be done. Moreover, this news is very important. I don't worry if I don't go in person." Her voice did not fluctuate much, but Between the lines, the determination has been made.

"Yes, the subordinates obeyed. I don't know who the young master is going with?"

The woman lowered her head and thought for a moment: "You, the four guards of the wordless and the word of heaven will do."

"This..." The man seemed to disagree. The woman bounced the peach blossom in her hand, and the soft petals suddenly spread out, bringing out a few fierce vigor, and directly flying the peach blossom rolls all over the sky.

"There are so many people, and I don't intend to have a head-on conflict. After all, my identity is not allowed. You have great skills, and six are enough."

"Yes, the subordinates will prepare to set off now." Fu Yang knew her personality well, and knew that although it was dangerous, it was the best plan, so he stopped talking.

Seeing Fu Yang's departure, the plain-clothed woman looked confused, and then shook her head, regaining a sense of indifference: "It's been six years, everything should come. Fu Yanqing...it's all up to you." Slightly condensed brows. , At this moment, it is even more sharp, making the whole person a little cold and incompatible with the peach blossom outside the window.

At the end of the day, the streets were empty, red lanterns were hung up in the inn, and the shops were closed. The east gate is also about to close. Just as a few soldiers were trying to put away the suspension bridge at the gate of the city, a horse-drawn carriage passed through the chaotic twilight, bringing with it the sound of horseshoes and horseshoes.

The soldiers at the city gate immediately set up axe and stopped the carriage: "The time has come, there are people waiting for you, don't get in!"

The two riding on the horse for the lead held the reins, and one of the men in black robes took out a token from his arms: "Emergency military order, Master Zhizhou needs to go to the southwest military camp to discuss the military situation!"

After that, the young man in his early twenties poked his head and said: "Don't delay, let go quickly."

Several soldiers naturally knew the young Lord Shen, and immediately took the weapons and saluted them, and let the group leave Dali City.

Looking at the carriage that soon disappeared into the night, the soldier shook his head and sighed: "War is about to break out in the southwest."

Capital, Prince Yu's Mansion.

There were a few noises from the "bangs" on the long street, mixed with the yelling of the watchman, and a sound of dog barking, which broke the tranquility of the night, but the noise was only a moment, and soon fell into dead silence again. Wanjia’s lights went out, and it was three watch days, just when it was time to sleep.

Prince Yu’s Mansion is an unusual home for ordinary people, with the door closed, but there are still guards patrolling in the mansion. A bodyguard in a dark blue tights, holding a single sword with his right hand, with a dull look, standing in his guard position dutifully.

It's just that the night is getting darker, and the calm and calmness of the night makes them weaker in guard, and the fading sound of the outside adds a bit of sleepiness. After a while, the guard raised his head and yawned, and at this moment a black shadow passed by quietly, leaving no trace.

The black shadow seemed to be very familiar with this Prince Yu's mansion, and within a moment he avoided the surrounding guards and touched into the main courtyard.

The black figure is slender, hidden behind the vermilion cylinder, a pair of amber eyes quietly staring at the surrounding layout. After a while, she lifted her foot into the main courtyard, her eyes condensed slightly, and she leaned over to watch a number of hair-like dark cords staggered, all the way hidden in the surrounding flowers and trees. A sneer flashed in her eyes, and she was about to avoid the dark line and land on the corridor.

Turning to the right, she saw a closed room. She reached out and took out a knife and inserted it into the window. She fumbled across the window. Only a few soft noises were heard, and the window was opened in response.

Turning to the room lightly, it was vaguely visible in the night that this was a study room, and the people in black fumbled around, deliberately avoiding many things, and at the same time rummaging for something in some cabinets.

As time passed by, Sombra frowned slightly, carefully examining the layout of the study. The night was too dark, and many details were hard to see. After hesitating for a while, she took out a night pearl and covered it with her hands to search around. After a long time, she stopped in front of a bookshelf and slowly pulled out four ancient books from it, and a light click came from the wall on the right side of a bookshelf, and it was still the case. The corner of her mouth smiled and mocked, she touched it, knocked it, it was empty.

She raised her brow slightly, and she stretched out her index finger to press on the side, and a hollow hidden grid appeared in front of her eyes. She quickly reached out and took out a small box, just about to open the lock, but her eyes suddenly drenched.

She did not hesitate, immediately holding the box, quickly opened the front door, and rushed out. At the same time, a man and a woman stabbed with swords.

The man in black stopped abruptly, retreated quickly, and then dashed to the left, kicked on a rockery, and suddenly a burst of air broke, and the intensive rain of arrows shot in the courtyard, forcing Zhao, who was standing leisurely on the periphery. Mo Jian also avoided in embarrassment. And the man in black ignited several organs in a row, making them caught off guard. If they weren't familiar with their own traps, it would be difficult to escape.

Zhao Mojian looked at a few people who were not visible, and his eyes were cold. This person was so clear about the layout of her Prince Yu's Mansion! Looking at the study room with the doors and windows open, she said coldly: "Search all for me, surround the palace, don't even think of flying out a fly!"

There was a tumult in the palace for an instant, and almost at the same time all the guards surrounded all the places entering and leaving the palace. Zhao Mojian's personal guard, Hongling, led people to start a heavy arrest.

Heying knew that she would never be able to get out at this moment, and while she was walking, she looked at the guards who were about to rush, and was forced to smash a latch on a window, then turned over and hid in. There is no light in the room, and in this situation, it should be unoccupied.

Thinking like this, she suddenly heard a rustling sound, it seemed that someone was changing clothes over there.

I was shocked, I was about to go out, a sharp palm wind suddenly hit the door, the black man's heart sank, but his complexion was calm, he twisted to avoid it, and at the same time kicked the opponent's Huantiao acupoint with his right hand. Wipe the short knife directly to her throat.

This trick was extremely tricky, but the other party's response was astonishing, and the body was as soft as boneless. He raised his hand to tie her hand and twisted it around her waist. The soft body was almost close to the body, and a faint scent of warm fragrance from the tip of the nose rushed to his face. The man in black was also Fu Yanqing, and his heart was startled. This was a woman!

However, after a few breaths, the two of them made a dozen moves against each other. What is surprising is that the woman didn't say anything, and fought Fu Yanqing on her own. In the end, she squeezed Fu Yanqing's hands, and both of them exerted their inner strength, and they immediately faced each other. Fu Yanqing's somewhat indifferent eyes ran into a pair of ink-colored eyes, and waves suddenly appeared in the silent ink eyes. But in an instant, the hands that were originally amazingly powerful suddenly loosened.

Although confused but not merciful, Fu Yanqing drew out the dagger and stabbed it directly. The person seemed to be startled. Although he avoided it at a critical juncture, he was cut through his arm. Now Fu Yanqing frowned slightly, this person was so strange.

In surprise, the woman suddenly approached again, and when Fu Yanqing made another move, she pressed her index finger to her lips, hissed gently, and motioned her to silence. Fu Yanqing's heart jumped suddenly, but before he could think about it, the man had already lit the candle in the apse.

The room was separated by a screen, and when the candle was lit, it happened to be able to slightly hide the light, and then the woman wearing a white robes turned around.

Under the dim light, Fu Yanqing, who could clearly see the appearance of the other party, suddenly froze, and the person in front of him had beautiful eyebrows and pupils. The two curved eyebrows are not drawn but ink, the bridge of the nose is beautiful, and the beautiful thin lips are a little pale. At this moment, they are slightly pressed. That beautiful face, which was somewhat unspeakable, had a weird expression, as if it were sad and joyful, just looking at Fu Yanqing idiotically.

After a while, the sound of footsteps began to approach this side, the stunned beauty frowned, and then stretched out her hand to drag Fu Yanqing over, pointing to a place and lowering her voice: "Trust me, go in!"

Fu Yanqing saw that there was a tub behind the screen at this time, and then he looked at the man dressed up. It turned out that he was preparing to take a bath, but why didn't he turn on the light? Looking down, she realized that except for the sword she had just stabbed, her back was also bleeding.

As the footsteps approached, Fu Yanqing didn't have time to think, and instinctively told her that this person was helping her. At this moment, the person in front of him suddenly lifted his hand to untie the straps on his body, and then took off all his clothes in front of Fu Yanqing.

The white single clothes slipped from the person like a butterfly, along the graceful and exquisite arms, stacked layer upon layer under her feet, the scattered ink hair was slightly raised, and then the beauty of the **** of chaos was half-concealed. , One black and one white, impacting every nerve.

All this happened so quickly that Fu Yanqing, who stepped into the bathtub, only caught a glimpse, and was stunned, then slipped and fell directly into the water.

Zhao Ziyan's eyes flickered, raising his slender legs, and stepping into the bath tub fascinatingly. The bath tub is not small, but although the two are slender, they are both tall and tall. As a result, Fu Yanqing, who was bored underwater, had to curl up and stick to Zhao Ziyan's naked body. It was a bad night.