Hsu Fengnian followed the white cat's line of sight and turned his head to look at the low wall. There wasn't much scenery. He rubbed his cheeks and said, "When people outside the wall hear the beauty on the swing laugh, they feel helpless. But I've already walked into the wall. Why did you sneak out? Wouldn't that make people feel even more helpless?"
Yu Youwei smiled and made a playful face. "You deserve it."
Hsu Fengnian was stunned. He had known her for a long time, but he had never seen her so lively. In the past, she was always as quiet as water, unperturbed. Hsu Fengnian mistakenly thought that she would remain calm even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of her eyes. He also never thought that she would really become a beautiful concubine of a rich family.
She was the most moving duckweed. If she became a plump banana in the courtyard, perhaps she wouldn't be so lively anymore.
In his heart, Xu Fengnian cursed himself for being an art-farer who had learned all the bad things from his ruffian father. This old man had purposely placed a book he had written, Half a Lifetime on the Horse, in the Tide-listening Pavilion. He had placed it next to the famous works of the art of war. What a shameless fuss!
She held Wu Meiniang with both hands and asked with her head bowed, "Fengnian, I'll dance with you for the last time. Do you dare to watch?"
Hsu Fengnian suddenly felt a sense of lofty aspiration. "Why wouldn't I dare?"
Yu Youwei said softly, "There's no medicine for regret in this world."
Hsu Fengnian smiled. "It's worth it even if I die."
After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Yu Youwei walked out. She was magnificent and beautiful. She danced with the sword in an extremely unconventional way. The red silk wrapped around her hand and the end of the sword was tied to the end.
In an instant, the courtyard was filled with sword light.
Last time, a zither girl was invited to perform the song, Riding Out of Liangzhou. This time, she personally sang the song, Looking at the City Wall. This poem was spread from the Shangyin Academy after the fall of West Chu. It didn't rhyme, but each word was sorrowful and indignant. It was ranked first among the "mournful poems" in the world.
West Chu had a female Gongsun. Her sword dance shook the world. The spectators were as dejected as the mountains, and the heavens and the earth bowed their heads for a long time. Among the three thousand maids of the former emperor, Gongsun Jianqi ranked first. The flag of Great Phoenix City was lowered, and only the beautiful woman stood on top of the city wall. One hundred and eighty thousand people had taken off their armor, and there wasn't a single man left in the country!
Just now, Wu Meiniang was looking at the wall.
Then who was it that was looking at the beauty standing on top of the fallen city walls?
The song ended.
The long sword flew out with a murderous aura, aiming straight for Hsu Fengnian's head.
She seemed to have heard the dying man's "last words": Ten fingers peeling green onions, how good would it be if you could just talk with my hands without mentioning the sword?
In that instant, Yu Youwei's delicate hands trembled, but her sword had already pierced out.
There was no medicine for regret in this world.
The poem "Gazing at the City Wall" was written by Yu Youwei's father for her mother. At that time, the father and daughter were wrapped in the tide of refugees. When they looked back at the city wall, there was only a delicate figure.
Not long after her father returned to Shangyin Academy, he died of depression. Her real name was Yu Xuanji, so she traveled a long distance to Lingzhou. First, she learned the most authentic Fengzhou accent, then became the most unbearable prostitute in the three religions and nine schools. Fortunately, she was beautiful and was trained to be a courtesan from the beginning. She did not have to do the disgusting sex business.
Then, naturally, she met His Highness the Crown Prince, who liked to flirt with women. They spent most of their time playing chess. This Butcher's son was really unlike his father. He didn't know any martial arts. He was lustful, but he wasn't lustful. He didn't even mind telling her that many of his poems were bought with money from scholars to keep up appearances.
Yu Xuanji only learned the basics of Gongsun's sword dance, but she was confident that it was enough to kill Hsu Fengnian. The premise was that there were no lackeys of Beiliang Palace standing outside the room. She did not get the chance to kill him for five years.
Then, Xu Fengnian disappeared for three years. In another half a year, it would be his mother's death anniversary. Yu Xuanji was prepared to leave everything behind and guard the tomb for the rest of his life. But he came back, and there were no bodyguards guarding the entrance of the courtyard. Was this the will of Heaven?
She asked him if he dared to watch the sword dance. He said that death was worth it.
Assassinating His Royal Highness, the most beloved son of the Pillar State Xu Xiao, she must die. No one in the world could survive after doing such a thing. Well, there was a companion on the road to the netherworld. When the time came, he could beat and scold her as he wished.
Yu Xuanji could not bear to watch anymore.
There was a clang.
The sword that was an inch away from Hsu Fengnian's forehead broke into two. Yu Xuanji opened her eyes in a daze. She did not know when, but there was a woman in a white robe in the courtyard. Even she had to praise her beauty.
Failed the assassination?
Yu Xuanji did not know if she was sad or lucky. She still had a sword in her hand, which was originally meant to kill herself to escape the humiliation. She raised her hand and was ready to slit her throat and die a clean death. Unfortunately, Wu Meiniang was going to become a stray cat. That man also said that when the snow covered the ground, standing in the Tide-listening Pavilion of the Prince's Mansion, one could see the most beautiful scenery. How beautiful was the most beautiful?
Without Hsu Fengnian saying anything, Yu Xuanji, who was determined to be a dead man, was grabbed by the peach blossom-like "woman" with one hand and snatched the sword away. With a casual toss, she cut off a large piece of banana leaves. That was not enough. She hit Yu Huakui's abdomen with her knee, making this pitiful beauty bow like a shrimp.
Hsu Fengnian wanted to mutter, "Why does a beauty have to make things difficult for another beauty?" But after witnessing the ruthlessness of the white fox's face, he tactfully kept his mouth shut. Then, he saw the dazed Yu Youwei. Although Hsu Fengnian was certain that he would not die here, he could not help but want to curse her, "Bitch!" and then rush up to her and give her seventeen or eighteen slaps.
But he thought to himself, "A little impatience will spoil the great plan of sharing the same bed." He exhaled a mouthful of foul air. Outside the Four Provinces of the Cold Land, it was easier for Hsu Fengnian to die than to live. But in the Cold Land, it was much more difficult to die than to live. You bunch of assassins are like carps crossing the river. Do you really think that my father, who is the Pillar of the Country and the King of Beiliang, is an embroidered pillow?
Moreover, Hsu Fengnian had experienced the hardships of being at the bottom of society for the past three years. His mind had matured a lot. Back then, he was only puzzled by Yu Huakui's inexplicable sword dance. He was now hanging out with his father, Yuan Zuozong, and a group of first-class martial artists who had walked on the battlefield every day. His Royal Highness did not know martial arts, but even if he had never eaten pork, he had seen pigs run.
When he returned to Lingzhou, he had made up his mind to take the risk and confirm what medicine Yu Youwei had in her gourd. If it was an aphrodisiac, that would be the best. He could take it home and enjoy it. If it was a poison, sorry, he could survive it. But as for the result, what else could a man who had suppressed his anger for three years do to a beautiful woman who he wanted to pounce on in her sleep?
The only unexpected thing was that the one who made the move was White Fox's face. She was not the most powerful and domineering master in the residence that he had told his father in advance. Of course, looking at the situation, even if White Fox's face was not that high, it was quite high.
Hsu Fengnian said shamelessly, "White Fox's face, do you have any techniques to make her lose her resistance? Like sealing her acupoints or something like that?"
White Fox's face nodded and said, "There is something even simpler."
She directly chopped Yu Huakui's fair neck with her hand and knocked her unconscious.
Hsu Fengnian's face stiffened. He ran over to check her breathing. After confirming that she was not dead, he sneered proudly. When he raised his head to look, White Fox's face had already disappeared. She indeed had the demeanor of a master. Hsu Fengnian carried the delicate body on his shoulder and carried it out of Zijin Tower.
On this day, the news of "His Royal Highness forced himself on Yu Huakui" began to spread like wildfire in Lingzhou City.
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