Emperor Jin

Chapter 73
She was startled, but the landlord seemed to have noticed something, and said with a low laugh: "A little injury, but it surprised you."

Her voice was calm and calm, but for some reason, Baojin felt a chill hit her, and she shivered.

"A martial arts practitioner, who doesn't have a few scars on his body..."

Bao Jin replied in a long voice, looking back at the mysterious landlord, but felt a "click" in his heart——

The night was cold and heavy, and the bright white moonlight shone into the window, and I felt that the figure was faint and lonely, bleak and beautiful, almost melting into the moon.

Seeing her staring at him intently, the landlord laughed lightly in astonishment, his voice was hoarse, but with a strange melodious charm, "Inner strength is still your weakness, you must know that it is as ingenious as it is clumsy, no matter how gorgeous the moves are, in the face of absolute power, It's still going to fail."

Baojin frowned when he heard the words, was annoyed for a while, and finally said, "Blame me for being greedy for comfort..."

She thought of her sister's stern words and admonitions in the past, and now she chewed them one by one, but felt that they were golden and jade words, and now she wished to hear one more sentence, but it was hard to get her wish.

At this time, a full moon shines in the sky outside the window, and there are faint laughter and laughter in the street. Baojin only feels sadness coming from it, and he choked up and said——

"I'm sorry for my sister..."

Sadness accumulated in her heart, self-blame mixed with the warm memories of the past, almost drowning her.

"I think, if your sister Izumi knows, she will blame herself... for not being able to protect you under her wings, and letting you suffer these tortures."

The landlord's voice broke the silence, she stood quietly in the moonlight, even her temple hair seemed to be flying with the wind.

She took a deep look at Bao Jin, and said lightly: "If I have a younger sister who is lazy and refuses to learn, I will also smile softly-originally, she doesn't have to learn these killing tricks, but should live her life in peace and joy..."

"Is it... so?"

Baojin murmured in a daze, only felt his eyes heat up, but he clenched his teeth, refusing to cry.

"It's like this... all the sisters in the world think so."

The landlord's voice was calm and remote, but it made Baojin feel warm in his heart on this winter night when the moon was full in the west building.

"By the way...we have to continue, next, it's time to see your military formation."

After an unknown amount of time, the landlord spoke.

The sentimental atmosphere of Xinning was broken, and Baojin's scalp tingled when he thought of his messy formation skills, and his snow-white face turned red with embarrassment.

The landlord glanced at her with a smile that was not a smile, and the eyes were infinitely beautiful. At this moment, Bao Jin only felt a sense of absurd familiarity, but the following ridicule made her face even hotter——

"Don't put the small flag of the military formation on your fingers anymore."

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The lanterns on the sixteenth day of the first lunar month are over, and from the seventeenth onwards, the New Year's Eve will be over.

Jing Qianyuan, the servant of the Ministry of War, counted the banknotes in the dark cabinet, and smugly smiled.

He was originally a failure in martial arts, and his family was in trouble. In desperation, he had no choice but to follow Jinshang to join the army. He never imagined that he could conquer the world.

"There is a proverb in the capital: the arsenal, the arsenal, is free and rich. Sure enough, just these two months of filial piety are worth my three years' salary."

After a moment of complacency, he thought to himself again: I don't know how many taels these lowly officials have coveted, and they are so generous..."

He was contemplating, but he heard a slight sound of the pane, and then opened it.

A black shadow jumped in from it, and when he saw it clearly, Xue Ren was already in front of him.

At the critical moment, he pulled the saber on the wall to block it, and opened his mouth to shout, but the sword energy came like a storm. As long as he opened his mouth, he would be killed on the spot.

In the small study room, the two fought so fast that they almost turned into two shadows of swords.

The man in black snorted, as if he was quite surprised by his martial arts - Jing Qianyuan was born in a family of martial arts officials, and his ancestors were convicted in the court, so his family was in decline. When it comes to martial arts handed down from generation to generation, he is not weak.

The man in black laughed lightly, his voice was melodious and clear, "You have extraordinary martial arts skills, but it's a pity...you are destined to die here today."

I saw her sword move changed, and the long sword in her hand was extended flatly, blunt and slow, like an old monk in meditation, neither happy nor angry.

This sword is unremarkable, and it seems that anyone can easily avoid it, but Jing Qianyuan only feels that all directions are blocked. This treacherous sword makes people feel like they are dying slowly.

He screamed wildly, and the moment the pressure suddenly disappeared, he opened his eyes angrily and fell to the ground with a bang.

Blood flowed out from his heart, staining the ground bright red. Someone outside the courtyard heard the movement and rushed to see it.

Baojin turned around, the pearl mask was shining brightly under the smudge of the moonlight, her facial features were all hidden behind this silent and gorgeous precious light, only her pair of heavy black eyes were left.

She bent down to inspect Jing Qianyuan's wound, and murmured with some annoyance: "The three moves of Nirvana really deserve their reputation and are so domineering. Unfortunately, my skill is not strong enough to give full play to its advantages..."

She was about to get up, when suddenly, she felt her sleeves being grabbed by something——

Jing Qianyuan opened his eyes angrily, bleeding from his eye sockets, he held onto Baojin's sleeves tightly, his throat gurgling.

He was like a mad nightmare, dying, glaring at Bao Jin, without blinking, as if he wanted to bring her into hell as well——

"Empress, it's you! Why did you do this to me!!"

He yelled hoarsely, twitched violently, and finally lost his breath completely.

Baojin just felt at a loss in his heart, as if something flashed in his mind.

Hearing the commotion of people outside the room, she calmly tore off the sleeves from the dead man's hand, and flitted out of the window.

It's really strange, he also regards me as a queen... Could it be that I and the queen really resemble each other?
Along the way, she thought so, but still couldn't figure it out.

(End of this chapter)