Peach Blossom Makeup

Chapter 197 Princess: My Wife Honey~~~
Qingzhou, camp outside the city.

Qin Shou was wearing a light cotton gown, tied loosely by a thin belt around his waist, revealing his jade-like shimmering chest texture, his crow's hair was loose, and the hair that reached his thighs was still dripping with water vapor, his face was white and colorless, The whole person is clear and cold, just like an ice sculpture.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a map in his hand, his eyes wandered, and he did not move when he landed on Minzhou.

Afterwards, Chang Sui Yan'an came in holding a water-absorbing handkerchief, and saw that Qin Shou's robe was wet with wet hair, but he didn't know it.

He glanced at his lord and saw that his brows were pale, so he knew he was in a daze again.

"My lord, it's cold at night, shall you wring out your wet hair with your lord?" Yan'an cautiously stepped forward and asked.

Qin Shou raised his eyelids and didn't nod or say anything, but Yan'an could see that he agreed.

He leaned over, carefully brushing up the twisted hair, twisting it from the root bit by bit, without looking at Qin Shou's map at all.

After a while, Qin Shou said in a low voice, "How many days will it take to break the county palace?"

Yan'an replied, "The king of Qingjun is stubborn, and he threatened to destroy the house and kill everyone, so that everyone in the world will know about the prince's ambitions for treason."

Qin Shou rolled up the map, tapped his palm, pondered for a moment and said, "Then let him die."

As he spoke, he got up, handed the map to Yan'an, took the black narrow-sleeved shirt from the shelf, casually tucked up his damp hair with a ribbon, and went out with nine twists in his hand.

Yan'an was not surprised, he sighed, sorted out the scrolls and documents in the tent before going out.

But at this time, Qin Shou was no longer seen outside Ye Lu's cold tent. Yan'an casually ordered the guards to pay more attention to the main tent and not allow idlers to enter or leave. Waiting for the prince to kill someone and come back, maybe he can have some warm supper.

Qin Shou naturally killed someone. He is no better than Concubine Luo. His teacher is unknown, and Qingjun King has more or less two brushes. When he realized that his plot was wrong, he concentrated all the defense forces in the county palace. With little food and clothing, they were besieged for several days and could not be attacked.

He could have spent time with King Qingjun, but this morning he received news from Concubine Luo that not only Minzhou He was defeated, but the dark guard Bai Ye also went back.

He felt uncomfortable and couldn't contain his desire to kill.

So when he was standing outside the Prince's Mansion, the crossbowmen on the high wall drew their bows and arrows, and in the dark night, they could clearly see the cold light, which made one's scalp tingle.

Qin Shou raised his chin slightly, hummed softly, and turned his wrist to pull a sharp gun flower. The nine tunes buzzed and sang under Qin Shou's hands, beating endlessly.

The long and narrow phoenix eyes narrowed, and a stream of light flashed under the eyeliner. With a push of Qin Shou's hand, Jiuqu slammed on the bronze gate of the county prince's mansion with a sharp scream, and a huge hole was horribly broken in an instant.

The soldiers in the mansion were terrified, and there was a hysterical scream from inside, "Let the arrows, let the arrows!"

"Whoo, whoosh, whoosh" several times, the rain of arrows all over the sky was like shooting stars under the thick night.

Qin Shou raised the black and red cloak embroidered with Kunpeng's wings behind him, pointed his toes, and leaped high. In the eyes of everyone looking up, he raised his hand and waved the arrows that hit him and were caught by the cloak. Flying out, they all plunged into the throats and chests of the crossbowmen on the high wall.

The screams continued one after another. Between the blood and the corpse, Qin Shou approached slowly and stepped on the gate of the county prince's mansion.

After receiving the news, King Qingjun came out wearing armor and holding a long sword. He was originally angry and resentful, but seeing Qin Shou alone, he burst into laughter when he was slightly surprised, "Qin Shou, you are asking for death! !"

Qin Shou actually doesn't like being called by his first and last name from the bottom of his heart, he prefers the title "King Rong".

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, the soft black gold boots were stained with blood, he stepped on the head of a dead man, with a twisted finger in his hand, his body was filled with murderous aura, "How do you want to die?"

King Qingjun sneered, he did not fight alone, but took a few steps back, waved his hand and said, "Whoever can hurt Qin Shou will be rewarded with a hundred taels of gold, and whoever takes his head will be rewarded with a thousand taels of gold!"

There must be a brave man under great profit, and there are quite a lot of people who are not afraid of death.

As soon as Qingjun King's words fell, the guards rushed towards Qin Shou like a tide, and there were also bowmen hiding in the hidden heights, shooting cold arrows from time to time, really like annoying ants, they couldn't kill them all.

But Qin Shou was not afraid, he plunged into the ground with nine twists and turns, and with him as the center, cracks mottled with cobwebs spread from under his feet.

"Good job!" He yelled, and the Jiuqu spun in his hand. With a sweep, a wave of people fell in front of him, and with a backspin, he killed more than a dozen people.

Blood, severed limbs, human heads...

Just like the Shura hell, the scarlet blood is like a mansa pearl in full bloom. It feeds on human flesh and uses bone marrow as fat. Together with the wailing before death, it also becomes an unstoppable melody.

Qin Shou moved forward step by step. Every time he took a step, there was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood under his feet, as if he was stepping on an eternal demon king.

King Qingjun was terrified, he almost couldn't hold the long sword in his hand, his face was pale, seeing that the guards in the entire mansion couldn't stop Qin Shou alone, he felt terrified for a moment.

He swallowed, and said to the adjutant beside him, "Is he still human?"

The adjutant, who was also frightened by the bloody Qin Shou, had his legs go limp, "Jun Wang, surrender."

King Qingjun looked at Qin Shou, who killed several people in one step, and hundreds of people in ten steps, and his jade-like face, splashed with bright red blood, he knew that even if he surrendered, it would be too late.

Qin Shou didn't seem to be a person at all, he kept waving the Jiuqu, with inexhaustible strength and strength.

The black and red Kunpeng cloak has been dyed dark red, and the hem is still dripping with blood.

Until no one dared to step forward, the elite defense forces of the entire Qingzhou were gathered in the county palace, but now he killed nearly half of them, and the rest were so timid that they threw their long Ge turned and ran.

He took a step forward, and with a flick of the red tassel on the Jiuqu, blood droplets flew out in circles. He looked straight at Qingjun King who was hiding in the back, with smoky phoenix eyes, the ancient well was calm, like a Wang Sishui.

King Qingjun's scalp was numb, he separated from the crowd, suddenly threw the long sword in his hand with a bang, bowed his head towards Qin Shou and knelt down on one knee.

The thin and cool lip color is under the scarlet red, showing a faint flesh pink, even the danzhu line between the eyebrows is incomparably magnificent.

"You..." He spit out a word, and moved slightly——

With a sound of "whoosh", an arrow from the oblique stab struck towards his vest as fast as lightning.

Qin Shou didn't even raise his head, he only slightly turned his lower body, only to hear a soft puffing sound, the flying feather arrow pierced hard into his shoulder armor, piercing through from back to front, the point of cold light arrow The tip also brought out his blood.

Everyone was stunned, Qin Shou didn't even frown, he looked down at the arrow, raised his eyelids, and stared straight at Qingjun King.

"How do you want to die?" He still said the same words, but his voice was slightly hoarse.

Prince Qing's face was slumped, "I surrender."

As soon as he said this, who would have thought that the crossbowman who had been hiding in the dark and shooting cold arrows boldly nocked his arrow and shot a second arrow.

Qin Shouxu was annoyed, he raised his toes, and flew backwards like a thunderbolt under his feet, smashing the second arrow on the way, and plunged into a cloud of shadows unabated.

"Ah!" A scream came from the shadow, and after a while, only thick and colorful blood slowly flowed and spread.

Although Qin Shou didn't want to let King Qing go, but now that he has surrendered, he has no excuse to continue killing.

As soon as the Jiuqu was closed, within a short while, Yan'an brought a team of Vermilion Birds over and successfully took over the Qingjun Prince's Mansion.

Qin Shou sat in the main hall with a golden knife, holding Jiuqu in one hand, his clothes were not changed, his whole body was covered in blood, even a puddle of coagulated blood dripped from his feet.

When Yan'an came in, he saw the arrows on his shoulder armor at a glance, "My lord?"

Qin Shou glanced at him indifferently, as if dissatisfied with his fuss.

"Come quickly, doctor, and then someone will boil the hot water." Yan'an quickly ordered, and he came to Qin Shou, as if he wanted to touch him but dared not.

"Shut up." Qin Shou snorted softly, he is not a little lady who faints at the sight of blood, and Yan'an's behavior is just a hindrance to him.

Yan'an's face was flushed red, he really missed Princess Luo who could make his prince jump with a few words, no matter what, it was better than this expressionless face that could only vent anger.

The doctor came very quickly, the arrow didn't hurt Qin Shou's bones, it just pierced through the flesh. After applying the medicine, Yan'an waited on him to clean up, and sent him to the cleaned-up wing. Said, "My lord, no matter what, you can't make fun of your own body."

"Boy, I also heard that the prince has been drinking a lot of tonic soup recently, and now he has a new injury. What should I do if I leave a hidden wound in the future?" Yan'an dared not really ask his prince if his body was hollowed out by a goblin, so he had to do this Generally hemming and hawing.

However, he was secretly curious, which goblin could get close to the prince's body, and make the prince who has always been as strong as iron be nourished every day?

He didn't think about Concubine Luo at all, after all, she was a princess, so it would be disrespectful to think so.

Qin Shou stared at him coldly, and his thin lips were pursed tightly. If someone else had said this to him, he would have slapped him.

But he guessed what Yan'an was thinking, and sneered, "No one, but the princess."

oh princess...

Yan'an came back to his senses, sweating like a waterfall of shock, he sneered a few times, "I'm going to make medicine for the prince."

Before he finished talking, he ran away in a hurry, and didn't dare to listen any more.

He also wanted to live a few more years, so it would be better to know less about the prince's secrets.

Qin Shou leaned halfway on the couch in front of the window, got up after lying down for a while, took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, spread out the white paper, dipped the ink and wrote the pen——

"My wife honey..."

However, he had only written three words, his handsome face sank, he rubbed it and threw it on the ground, thought for a moment, and then raised his pen again.

However, before the tip of the pen fell, he couldn't write a single word.

With a final sigh, he just wrote four words, "This king is seriously injured."

(End of this chapter)