Adore Trick of Beauty

After hearing her resentful words, Gu Qinghong shook the soft sword in his hand and lowered the sword above his head. He laughed breathlessly: "You...you really...won't give up."

Nie Wushuang took a step back, hiding his face in the shadows, and uttered a sentence with his red lips: "Whoever kills Gu Qinghong will be rewarded with ten thousand taels of silver!"

This sentence is like adding another piece of firewood to the bottom of the already boiling oil pan. The killers' dead fish-like eyes suddenly ignited with a fierce red light.

Someone shouted, and the knife flew up, splitting the gap in the middle and piercing Gu Qinghong's heart like lightning.

Gu Qinghong cut the hilt of his knife with his other hand, and with a "clang" sound, the killer's knife immediately broke into two pieces, and he staggered back a step.

This decisive move was like a signal, and immediately the killers all around rushed forward regardless of their lives. Gu Qinghong was unable to defeat the four hands with both hands. Finally, with a "bang", he was hit by a palm in the chest, and his whole body flew out like a kite with its string broken.

Yang Zhi heard Nie Wushuang beside him scream in surprise, but looking at her, she bit her lip. The fierce fight in the courtyard continued, the swords were shining brightly, and people fell down from time to time. Gu Qinghong in the field was covered in blood, but he was still struggling to support Feng.

"Empress, why don't we go back first?" Yang Zhi helped Nie Wushuang and advised. The sight of a husband and wife killing each other made him feel desolate, not to mention seeing her desperately wanting him to die on the spot.

"No -" Nie Wushuang said coldly: "I want to see him die with my own eyes!"

Yang Zhi felt a chill in his heart and did not dare to persuade him again. The moon has disappeared into the western mountains. This is the darkest moment before dawn. Gu Qinghong's body was injured in countless places, and his steps were staggering. Every time he dodged, it was a critical and thrilling incident.

In the long sleeves, Nie Wushuang's hands were squeezed tightly, and his whole body was trembling slightly.

The killer has fallen less than half, and looking at this situation, it will soon fall into silence. Water slowly appeared in her eyes, the sound of swords clashing in her ears was so clear, and the bloody handsome face overlapped with the young man in her memory, making it impossible for her to tell what was real and what was fantasy.

Gu Qinghong was exhausted, and the killers became more and more furious. They killed the first prime minister of Qi and received a reward of ten thousand taels of silver. Such a temptation was rare in a century.

With a "clang" sound, the soft sword in Gu Qinghong's hand was knocked to the ground. Everyone's eyes followed the arc drawn by the sword.

At that moment, she met his eyes.

Despair, pain, and the look she couldn't understand...

She felt cold in her heart and closed her eyes...

Suddenly, a high-pitched whistle came from the night sky, and the killers in the courtyard were startled and stopped one after another. Many people's eyes were full of murderous aura and unwillingness. But the second sharp whistle sounded again, with a serious tone.

The killers' eyes gradually calmed down. They put away their knives uniformly and stepped aside.

Nie Wushuang opened her eyes and looked at all this in astonishment. Suddenly, she seemed to understand something and turned back to glare at Yang Zhi.

Yang Zhi hurriedly knelt down and said, "Mother... forgive me!"

Nie Wushuang looked at him, then at Gu Qinghong who was leaning against the wall panting, and laughed coldly: "Okay! Okay!"

She said a few good words again and again. At this time, there was the sound of horse hooves outside the courtyard, and someone hurriedly dismounted and walked into the courtyard.

As soon as he stepped into the threshold, he couldn't help but pause, and the courtyard was silent. All eyes were on that man.

Under the dim light, the man wore a black gown, a red tulle blouse, a jade belt and a gold crown, and a face as white as snow. It was Xiao Fengqing.

He glanced around and saw the dying Gu Qinghong, and suddenly smiled: "It's so lively here."

Nie Wushuang looked at him coldly, with suppressed anger in his beautiful eyes: "What is Prince Rui doing here?"

Xiao Fengqing didn't look at her, and walked slowly to Gu Qinghong. She tsked twice, expressing regret: "I was the good first prime minister of Qi, but I didn't expect to fall into such a state of desolation."

Gu Qinghong looked at him, then at Nie Wushuang in the shadow, and suddenly understood everything: "It turns out...it turns out the rumors are true...you really have something personal with Prince Rui...otherwise, how could you have summoned these killers?" of!"

Nie Wushuang stared at him for a long time, then rolled his sleeves and sneered: "Didn't Master Gu already know about this?"

After saying that, she turned around and said coldly to Yang Zhi: "Go back to the temple!"

"Empress!" Yang Zhi was slightly startled. Nie Wushuang had already turned around and disappeared into the darkness, so he had no choice but to follow closely.

Xiao Fengqing watched her leave angrily, then turned around and ordered: "Don't hurt his life!"

After he finished speaking, he caught up with Nie Wushuang. The horse neighed outside the courtyard and the carriage had already run away. He gritted his teeth, jumped on his horse, and galloped off.

In the courtyard, the killers retreated like ghosts again, leaving only a broken lamp and a dying blood shadow...

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The carriage galloped in the dark night, Nie Wushuang's face was as cold as frost. Soon, the temple gate was far in front of him. Suddenly, the horse's hooves behind him were like thunder, and the carriage under him suddenly stopped.

The huge inertia caused Nie Wushuang to rush forward. Yang Zhi quickly pulled her so that she would not hit the car.

A driver outside the carriage reported tremblingly: "Your Majesty, this is His Royal Highness Prince Rui."

"Can't we leave?" Nie Wushuang suddenly sneered: "Get out of my way!"

As she spoke, she lifted up the curtain, grabbed the reins from the coachman's hand, and whipped the horse hard.

With a "ding" sound, the riding whip was picked away by a long sword. Nie Wushuang looked up angrily and met Xiao Fengqing's deep eyes under the night sky.

"

Wushuang, listen to me! "Xiao Fengqing stepped forward and held her hand. But she immediately opened his hand.

"What else does Your Highness want to say? Gu Qinghong can't kill him?" Nie Wushuang sneered: "Or does His Highness have some plans in mind?"

Xiao Fengqing narrowed her eyes deeply: "It's not that he can't be killed, it's that killing him is useless."

"Why?" Nie Wushuang asked coldly: "He is the culprit who assassinated the emperor and me. The emperor doesn't want to make things worse or cause a war between the two countries. I don't care! If he wants to kill me, he will die. !”

The shrill voice pierced the night sky and echoed in the empty streets.

"...He is going to die!..."

"...I'm going to die..."

"……die……"

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I’ll probably update the 10,000 words tomorrow, everyone!