Abandoning the Emperor and Paying the World: Peerless Master

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Duanmuling maintained a dignified and decent sitting posture, watching Zixi dragging Shangguan Xiaodie away, her beautiful and delicate face turned red and white, but it was hindered by her own noble blood, and also to reflect the girl's reserve And reserved, not even a word of reprimand. o(∩_∩)o~~www>

Zixi took Shangguan Xiaodie's delicate and slender hand. This was the first time she held Xiaodie's hand. Before, she kept a small suitable distance from Xiaodie as a boy and a girl.It turns out that Xiaodie's hands are so small, they are actually similar to hers, but it feels as if she was as small as when she was seven or eight years old.

A group of imprisoned imperial troops blocked the exit of Quqiao, blocking Zixi and Shangguan Xiaodie, trying to force them back to the waterside pavilion.The imperial army sent by Duanmuxin had never confronted Zixi before. They were like a group of ghosts, floating silently in Suxinzhuang, but today they suddenly stood up.

The leading imperial guard took a step forward and said respectfully, "Miss Zixi and Miss Shangguan please return to the waterside pavilion..."

There were two "slaps", and before he could finish his words, the guard was slapped on both the left and right cheeks. The blood-red palm prints were small and delicate, and it looked like it was written by a girl.

Zixi spared no effort in her attack, her eyes were cold and cruel.She couldn't be cruel to Li Zhi; she couldn't be cruel to Duan Muxin either.But for the person in front of her, she didn't need to worry about anything.

However, the imperial guard was like a stone sculpture, his body remained unmoved, his expression remained expressionless, and he continued: "The princess is waiting for the two young ladies at the water pavilion..."

With a sound of "咻", the following words were interrupted again, and the companion behind him let out a short groan, and then he saw the corpses of his companions lying at his feet, not one, but three!Three ordinary feather arrows passed through his heart at the same time, instantly taking the lives of his three companions.

He turned around abruptly, adopting a defensive posture.

On the second floor of the small building directly opposite the exit of Quqiao, Duanhua stood in white clothes, holding a strange piano in his arms. Luxurious and magnificent, the neck bends gracefully upwards, and the red silk tassels hang down, making the whole violin look like a horn bow.

Duanhua casually took out three feathered arrows from the quiver at his side. The feathered arrows rested on the strings, and his soft fingers picked the strings, as if he was playing a soul-stirring song of soul-sending music. , the three arrows left the string at the same time, but the sound seemed to be issued by only one arrow, and with a "pop", the three arrows shot into the hearts of the three imperial guards at the same time.

The forbidden soldier who had been slapped twice by the quilt knelt down on one knee, bowed his head to Duanhua and saluted, but remained silent.The prince's order was for them to monitor and protect Suxinzhuang, but he did not order them to fight against the owner of Suxinzhuang. The military order was like a mountain, so even if they were all shot to death today, they would not be able to resist.

Fortunately, there were not many arrows in Duanhua's hand, so he stopped after shooting one round, his eyes were like dewdrops on the lotus petals in the morning, and his eyes were on the imperial guard who knelt on one knee, and said: "I was slapped twice by my apprentice. It was your honor to be slapped, what's your name?"

"My subordinate Qing Nan."

Qing Nan replied respectfully, a drop of cold sweat silently slid down her cheek and fell into the soil.It was rumored outside that the emperor's uncle was an idle nobleman who loved to grow flowers and make them fragrant. Even if they occasionally saw the emperor's sword dancing recently, they only regarded it as a graceful sword dance.