Rebirth of the Poisonous Girl

"Yes, here I am!"

Flying onto the painting boat, Situ Jingyu felt lost when he saw the two people who were half hugging and half hugging, especially the pure and charming Qingyun beauty who was sleeping soundly.

After the dinner, he went to Luoxia Palace with the gift he had found so hard to find. Unexpectedly, Princess Nine was not there, and Lu Po and Lan Jue refused to reveal the whereabouts of Princess Nine. Overhearing someone saying that he saw two white-clothed immortals flying outside the city, he concluded that it was Princess Nine and Mo Xuan, so he hurriedly chased them over, thinking it was still a step too late.

Gently tapped Qingyun's sleeping point, she has always been a light sleeper, maybe it was because of being drunk that she rarely fell asleep tonight, he didn't want to disturb her, Mo Xuan then stared sideways at Situ Jingyu, who had complicated eyes, and raised the corner of her lips Xie Mei sneered: "Xi Yan has accepted me, Commander Situ won't still have illusions?"

What he said is the truth, with the current development situation, Xiyan will accept him sooner or later and become his only wife!

"So what? As long as the Ninth Princess doesn't marry you for a day, I have a chance, don't I?" Situ Jingyu smiled indifferently, but his hands under the long sleeves clenched into fists.

Four years ago, when the nine princesses accompanied the emperor to inspect Ziyun Pass, they ate and lived with the soldiers and asked about their health. At a critical moment when Mrs. Liang was waiting for an opportunity to assassinate the emperor, the nine princesses not only protected the emperor in time, but also designed to make the enemy The whole army was wiped out, and his resourcefulness and courage won the respect and admiration of the soldiers, and also shocked his heart.

From then on, I fell in love and couldn't extricate myself.

Mo Xuan smiled wildly, Bingtong was cold and sharp: "Look at the whole world, as long as I, Mo Xuan, agree, who would dare to fight with me?"

Having said that, Mo Xuan had to admit that what he said was true, Xiyan didn't become his wife for a day, anyone had a chance.

However, Situ Jingyu was born in a family of military generals, with extraordinary appearance and outstanding literary and martial arts skills. He won the champion of martial arts at the age of 13. The emperor intended to break the rules and promote him to be the Minister of the Ministry of War, but he resolutely chose to be stationed at the border and started as an ordinary soldier. In just five years, he was promoted to the title of mighty general, which should not be underestimated.

"The Ninth Princess is a human being, and no one can fight for it!" Situ Jingyu's eyes flashed with a biting hostility.

"Of course I know that Xiyan is a human being, and the woman I love the most in this life, so I will never let anyone take advantage of me!" Gently wrapping up the cloak for Qingyun to keep her from catching the cold, Mo Xuan got up and left Arrived at the bow, then turned around to look at Situ Jingyu, and said arrogantly: "But for the sake of your sincerity towards Xi Yan, I can give you a chance, if you can beat me, I will no longer have any wrongdoing If you think about it, on the contrary, so do you! Don't worry, I don't use medicine!"

Situ Jingyu looked at Mo Xuan for a long time, struggling in his heart.

He was not afraid of Mo Xuan, nor was he afraid of his medication, but rather. . . . . .Anyway, for the sake of the woman he loves the most, he decided: accept the challenge!

"A gentleman's word!"

The evil smile on Mo Xuan's lips became more and more captivating: "It's hard to catch a horse!"

Situ Jingyu is the first one, he will defeat Xiyan's admirers one by one, Xiyan can only be his alone!

Pulling out the soft sword at his waist, Situ Jingyu held his chest flat, his eyes never leaving Mo Xuan, and the cold night wind blew his black hair, lifted his robe embroidered with black bamboo, and his gestures showed chic and resolute posture.

Back then, the old man Tianji was recognized as a top expert in the world, and Mo Xuan, as the direct disciple of the old man Tianji, was definitely not someone who would be taken lightly.

With a wave of Mo Xuan's right hand, the black iron dagger that Qingyun placed on the table was in his hand in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Situ Jingyu couldn't help dimming his eyes, and then swung the soft sword out against the wind. Before the sword arrived, the piercing sword energy pierced through Night Breeze, heading straight for Mo Xuan's face.

Leaning back slightly, and then turning his body [-] degrees to avoid the vigorous sword force, Mo Xuan always had that wicked smile on his lips, feeling refreshed.

One blow failed, Situ Jingyu flew into the sky with a long roar, the soft sword changed its moves and turned into countless lights and shadows, like a dense big one, sprinkled on Mo Xuan's head, the compelling sword energy caused ripples on the lake surface, splashing large pieces A fountain of water.

The strength under his feet pushed the painting boat to a safe range, and Mo Xuan rose into the air at the same time, making close contact with Situ Jingyu, and consciously leading him away from the painting boat. Ten and An Thirteen, the rest of the dark guards hadn't seen what was going on, they had passed dozens of moves.

"A genius doctor is a genius doctor, and his martial arts skills are really extraordinary!" Seeing that the opponent's black iron dagger was still unsheathed, Situ Jingyu couldn't help being a little annoyed: "Mr. Mo, are you looking down on me? Please show your weapon!" , the soft sword hit Mo Xuan more and more sharply, every move was fast and accurate.

Mo Xuan raised his eyebrows indifferently, raised his hand casually, and the scabbard returned to the table precisely, but there was no sound, and the cold dagger was in close contact with Situ Jingyu's soft sword.

With the sound of 'ding', sparks flew everywhere, and the two fought more and more vigorously. Their speed was quick, their movements were terrific, and their inner strength was so strong that the hidden guards below were shocked.

But Qingyun still slept soundly, unaware that two men who were like dragons among men were jealous because of her.

Looking at the gradually whitening sky, Mo Xuan showed a little impatience between his brows, he finally had this wonderful moment with Xiyan, he didn't want to waste it on insignificant people, so he stared coldly, made a feint, and took advantage of it. When Situ Jingyu had no time to react, the dagger in his hand fluttered like a ghost, cutting through the sleeve of his right arm, and the point of the knife pierced into his skin, and blood flowed instantly, while his soft sword sank into the bottom of the lake with a plop, shocking Ripples in circles.

Returning lightly to the boat, Mo Xuan walked softly to the bench, staring deeply at the peacefully sleeping Qingyun, the evil smile on the corners of his lips has been suppressed by tenderness and pampering.

Then Situ Jingyu, who entered the boat, didn't care about the injured arm and the missing baby soft sword, but just stared at the two people who looked like a couple of gods, filled with bitterness and helplessness.

"If I lose, I will naturally keep my promise, but Princess Nine will always be in my heart, and she is still my favorite woman!" Then he threw a small brocade box to Mo Xuan: "This is my New Year's gift for Princess Nine. Please pass it on to her!" Taking another deep look at Qingyun, Situ Jingyu galloped away.

Casually putting the brocade box into his sleeve pocket, Mo Xuan looked up at Situ Jingyu's gradually leaving back: I finally defeated a strong rival in love, just listen to what he said. . . . . .She just wanted to make things difficult for him!Then he glanced at the shadow in another place, a pair of jet-black eyes were as deep as an abyss, revealing a sharp edge as small as a needle.

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, and Qingyun slowly opened her eyes, her brows and eyes showed the laziness and coquettishness after waking up, which made Mo Xuan feel distracted. . . . . .