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Chapter 185 Xiang Zhuang dances with sword, aiming at Pei Gong

Chu Yan's words fell in Cui Ying's ears, and she raised her head, not understanding what he was talking about.

He didn't explain any more, and raised his head to meet her red lips. He was moved, and her reaction was even greater than his. After a while, the crumpled apricot dress was thrown off the couch, and then his mysterious Color coat.

The red paper-cut on the small table was driven by the movement of the dress, spinning and falling to the ground, like a butterfly flying gracefully.

Urgent breathing intertwined, and the butterfly pendant hanging on her waist was wrapped around her ankle by him at some point. The bell rang, and she knelt down and sat up, putting one hand on his shoulder and reaching in with the other.

The wet and hot kiss rubbed at his Adam's apple. He moved his hands down to hold her down, and his dark eyes closed to hide the lust in his heart.

Like rain rushing, like ripples on a calm lake, she was controlled by the charm of love, so active and passionate that he almost thought he was dreaming.

All the red paper-cuts had been swept to the ground. She was lying on the small couch, with the layers of clothes spread out, charming and ambiguous. Chu Yan reached out and pulled out the hairpin from her black hair.

The not-sharp golden hairpin was turned in Chu Yan's hand, and then pressed against her collarbone, and then the belt of her coat was opened.

The snowy plum blossoms gradually bloomed as if they had been hit by the cold wind. The girl's little face had already been stained with blush, as bright as a peach and plum, and the scorching spring color made him unable to take his eyes away.

Her mind was getting more and more drowsy, but when she came to her senses, her pupils couldn't help but widen, he...
Cui Ying wanted to push herself up, but was held down by Chu Xan. The tassels of the golden hairpin were wrapped around his fingertips. The sharp end faced his black eyes and could be penetrated with force.

The extreme pleasure brought tears to her eyes. She blinked and a tear fell into her hair.

Chu Yan stretched out his hand and held her ankle that was wrapped with a butterfly pendant. His fingertips carelessly teased it, and the bell jingled crisply. He raised his head and wiped the moistness from his lips with the hand with the golden hairpin tassel.

He had never done anything like this before, but he was the most studious student and he made her fall into the clouds just once.

Cui Ying stretched out her hand feebly, and her fingers intertwined with his. He chuckled, and his moist hand slid down in front of her inch by inch. It reminded him of the time he drew on her body with a pen in the temple. that night.

"Huaiwei, can you love me?"

Her hand climbed up to his forearm and rubbed it with dependence, as sad as a flower, but her tears couldn't stop falling.

"Don't cry, I can't bear it."

He bent down and kissed her gently on the face, taking away her tears.

How could there be such a person who looked so beautiful even when she cried? As soon as she cried, he felt that all the beauty in the world was not as good as her.

How could there be such a person, who just said he loved me, and he wanted to give everything he had to her.

She hooked her arms around his neck and climbed to the top of the ninth heaven with him, sinking among the white clouds and smoke.

In the middle of the night, on the third watch, it suddenly started raining outside the palace. The clouds covered the moon. The strong wind carried thunderstorms, and lightning flashed, illuminating the palace.

Thunder rumbled in the clouds countless times. Cui Ying was woken up by the branches and leaves banging on the window and the roar of thunder. She opened her eyes and found that she had reached the bed without knowing when.

She was wearing clean clothes that Chu Yan had changed for her.

What caught his eye was the figure of a man standing up and putting on his coat. When he heard Cui Ying getting up, Chu Yan turned around to look.

"Wake you up?"

"where are you going?"

After Chu Yan finished speaking, Cui Ying asked this question. He bent down and straightened her messy hair, and soothed her with a gentle tone: "There are some things, so I'll come back as soon as I can."

This rain is simply a disaster. The dam on the Changhe River in the eastern suburbs has not been repaired yet, and the people have been relocated to a slightly higher place. But if the water level of the Changhe River increases again, the remaining half of the dam will also be damaged. Can't hold on.

It was only a matter of time before the embankment burst. If this happened, it would also affect Shangjing City. He had to go there in person.

But he can't tell Cui Ying this. His Yingying only needs to be carefree, and he will handle the rest.

She nodded, sat up, hooked her arms around his neck and kissed him, and then Chu Yan walked out of the main hall with her reluctant eyes. "Chengchong, you stay in the East Palace."

Hearing this, Cheng Chong, who had already followed Chu Yan's steps, stopped and said, "Your Highness, there are black-armored guards here, so I'd better ask my subordinates to go with you."

Things are dangerous in the eastern suburbs, and with him here, there is a little more protection.

"Protect her well, so I can go ahead and do it."

Chu Yan only left this sentence, he would feel at ease if he had success. The palace was not much safer than the eastern suburbs.

He went there to lure the snake out of its hole. This time, no matter who was standing behind him, he would bring him to justice.

There was thunder again in the sky, but there was a horse running in the rain on the streets of Shangjing, going around the streets, and finally stopped at a place.

"Sir, His Royal Highness Prince Rui wants to see you."

After the door rang three times, a servant came over and opened the door. Before the man could continue to speak, the servant pierced his heart with the dagger in his hand. He stared at him in disbelief with his eyes wide open.

"Report to Dali Temple and say there is an assassin in the house."

Inside the door, Ji Honghai stood there. The butler held an umbrella for him. He looked coldly at the man who fell in the rain.

The servant responded, drew his sword, scratched himself several times, then stabbed the man several times, and finally stuffed a secret letter into his arms.

Not long after, Zhuo Jun, the Dali Temple official who spoke for Chu Yan in the court hall, hurried over. Ji Honghai sat back on the chair, with blood still dripping from his hands.

"Master Zhuo."

"Master Ji, your hand"

The two of them saluted each other, and when he heard Zhuo Jun's question, he said weakly: "It's okay. Fortunately, I have a lot of business today, and I have been in the study until now. Otherwise, what Master Zhuo will see at this time is probably my body." ”

Zhuo Jun nodded and said to the Dali Temple official behind him: "Where is the assassin's body?"

"My lord, here."

Someone came in carrying the assassin's body. Zhuo Jun stepped forward to check, and then found the secret message hidden on the assassin's body that had been wet by rain. He frowned and asked someone to put the evidence away.

"Don't worry, Mr. Ji, leave this matter to Dali Temple and we will definitely get to the bottom of it."

Ji Honghai nodded, and then saw the people from Dali Temple leaving with the assassin's body.

He stood up, revealing a two-inch long wound on his arm.

"Sir, the doctor is here."

The housekeeper looked at the wound and said something. Ji Honghai nodded: "Send the message. The matter is done. It's up to him."

The secret guard nodded and flew away from here.

As soon as this plan comes out, there will be chaos in Beijing. When the prince goes to the eastern suburbs, he will not fail to take action. Only then will the master's plan come true.

He knocks on the mountain to shake the tiger, waiting for the opportunity to move.

He danced with his sword in Xiangzhuang, aiming at Peigong.

"Xiangzhuang's sword dance is intended for Pei Gong" is a Chinese idiom, which comes from Sima Qian's "Historical Records of Xiang Yu" in the Western Han Dynasty.

This idiom refers to Xiang Zhuang's sword dancing at the banquet in an attempt to assassinate Liu Bang; it is a metaphor for a certain verbal action that may seem innocuous on the surface, but actually has a hidden agenda.

They are similar words to "drunkard" which means not drinking.
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