Cold Palace’s Abandoned Consort

As soon as I opened the curtain, I caught it. There was one person besides Sun Jingfei on the way, it seemed to be whispering together. Hearing my voice, both of them turned around and looked at me at the same time, and those clear eyes suddenly widened.

For a moment, I could n’t get back to God: "Light-light cold-?"

And Sun Jingfei was already standing at the end of the martyrdom, ready to play, and looked back at me, shocked at first, but immediately recognized me: "Is it you?"

"Do you know each other?"

For a while, three people were facing each other, speechless, or Sun Jingfei was the first to look back, as if it was funny, a little smile flashed in his sharp eyes, and looked at me with his arms: "Why, You also came to tell me that my weapon has been tampered with? "

"..." I hesitated, and immediately understood the meaning of this sentence, and nodded at him.

Sun Jingfei looked at me and looked at the light cold, as if it was very interesting. At this time, another hurried drum sounded on the martial arts field. He arched toward us: "Thank you." After that, he turned and walked out.

As soon as the account was put down, only Liu Qinghan and I were left in this martyrdom.

Throughout the Yaowu Tower, there were hundreds of people inside and outside. The vocals were noisy, with drums, chanting, and trembling, but at this moment, those sounds seemed to be blocked by a layer of canvas, leaving this narrow , Secret, the only quiet space between heaven and earth.

I looked at him and did not speak again.

Such a silence, but it makes people feel like they do n’t know what to say for a while, and then they are silent for a while before they hear his voice sounding low: "You, know him?"

"Well," I nodded, and said gently: "I fell into the water in the palace before, but fortunately he rescued him. He is my benefactor."

As soon as he heard it, he said, "You're all right."

"It's okay." I said, smiling slightly: "It's been a long time ago."

He smiled when he heard this sentence, and seemed to laugh at himself stupidly. I clearly stood in front of him.

Seeing him silent, I said again: "Do you know him?"

He shook his head: "I don't know."

"Uh?"

"It was just in the backcourt, and I accidentally saw that someone was tampering with a long gun, so I rushed over and asked the person who took the test today who was good at using a long gun, and the first one he asked was him."

No wonder, just when I saw him, I found that he had been looking around like he was looking for someone.

"I didn't have much to do with these things at first, but-I recognized the people who were involved in the operation. They were Shen Taifu."

"So, come over and help him."

"I'm not here to help him."

"what?"

He smiled: "I just don't want my enemy to achieve what he wants."

"..."

When I heard him say this, I just felt my heart beating, with an indescribable shock, looked up at him.

The canvas supported by this canvas is very narrow. Two people are facing each other like this, and they can even smell each other ’s breath. However, they are also facing each other, but they seem to be far apart. My back was against the canvas slightly blown by the wind, and my heart seemed to float slightly.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps from outside, as if someone was coming over.

I was immediately awakened. If someone saw me and him alone, in case Pei Yuanhao knew again--

Thinking of this, my face paled, and when he saw me, his face changed slightly, and he slightly winked at me.

I knew that he and he simultaneously raised the curtains behind him, and backed out. At the moment of exiting this martyrdom, I turned around and saw his fluttering clothes flash, and those clear eyes also looked I.

Just a flash passed, and the curtain fell.

I stood at this end of the curtain, still stunned facing the other side.

The curtain was still shaking, and my chest couldn't stop the same. After a while, Shui-xiu came over, and when I saw that I was in a daze on the canvas, he immediately came over and pulled me: "Girl, what's the matter with you, queen? Mother is asking you. "

"Ah? ... oh."

I was like walking back to God, and she walked back with her help. After walking back to Changqing Pavilion, she took me the heater that I passed and gave me a glance: "What's wrong? Your face is not very good."

I barely smiled: "Nothing."

Pei Yuanzhang, sitting next to him, also looked back at me, and I lowered my head to avoid his eyes.

Fortunately, at this time, the match on the Wuchang was already exciting, he didn't say much, turned his head to continue watching, I was relieved, and looked down, I saw two people on the Wuchang, Sun Jingfei A spear, such as a dragon flying out of the sea, fighting the double hooks in the hands of Han Yue. You and I are caught in a battle, and the shattered snow on the field is flying up and the pieces are scattered.

But ... I frowned slightly, wasn't there a problem with that spear?

At this moment, I saw that the battle had reached a critical moment. Sun Jingfei raised his spear, and the red cormorant danced into a red flower in the air. The cold flashed and the snow was frightened! Han Yueli couldn't stop, but he could only back away. Sun Jingfei danced with a spear, wind and tigers, and with the thunderous potential, he struck Han Yue!

At this moment, I saw Han Yue suddenly doubled the hooks, held Sun Jingfei's pistol, and then held the silver hook and pulled it to both sides—

Just listening to the sound of the pike, the spear's tip was pryed down!

The people around him immediately exclaimed.

At this time, the empress was slightly moving, leaning forward involuntarily, and my heart suddenly referred to my throat—Qinghan and I had reminded him, but he did not expect that he was still in the way!

At this time, Han Yue's face also saw a cold smile, picked up the silver hook and waved at Sun Jingfei. After this great change, Sun Jingfei was not panicked, instead he regarded the handle as a long stick. , Dancing around, blocking the blow from Han Yue.

But the stick was cut off by the silver hook.

Han Yue sneered, swinging his left and right bows and waving the silver hook, a cold light appeared in front of him. Sun Jingfei held the stick in his hands, and every time he stopped, the stick was shortened. Stepping closer, the distance between the two people is getting closer and closer. The gun was originally the king of weapons. The so-called one-inch long and one-inch strong, but now it has become an inch short and one inch risk. He has been included in the attack range of Silver Hook. Inside!

Everyone around him looked nervous, and he couldn't even breathe one by one.

Suddenly, the length of the gun in Sun Jingfei's hand was only about the length of the ruler. Seeing that Han Yue had a sip, he grabbed the silver hook with his hands and hacked at him. He didn't dodge, holding the stick straight Go up!

"Ah-!" Shui Xiu whispered in shock and grabbed my hand.

My heart also mentioned my throat!

At this time, the entire Wuchang was quiet, not even a cough and wheezing, and only the wind was blowing over the residual snow, which made people feel a bit of bitter cold and whisper.

The two men on the battlefield were deadlocked.

With a closer look, Han Yue ’s double hook cut off the last section of the stick, but before he could get back, Sun Jingfei pushed forward with the last stick in his hand. The sharpened tip of the stick was right in front of it. Got Han Yue's throat!

The entire Han Yue froze. He stared at this incredible scene with his eyes wide open. He still had a double hook in his hand, but he had no chance to wave it again.

Win with one move!

This blow is really dangerous and wonderful! All the people around were amazed, and even a few candidates could not help but applauded, saying, "Good job!"

At this time, the invigilator stepped forward and only glanced at it. Although hesitating, but in the public eye, he announced: "This test, Sun Jingfei wins!"

Suddenly, there was thunderous applause in Yaowu Building!

I was relieved and looked down at Sun Jingfei on the Wuchang field. He stood in the middle and saluted his fists, and turned around again, arching his hands towards the observation tower.

There was a slight movement in my heart, and I subconsciously looked at the other side of the viewing building. I saw so many officials over there that I saw the handsome and dark face next to him. The eyes were slightly bent, and the two of them looked at each other and smiled heartily.

After all, I still had some scruples in my heart. I quickly retracted my eyes and carefully looked at Pei Yuanzhang. Fortunately, he also looked down at him with a full attention, and a faint smile evoked from the corner of his mouth. Turning around and leaving the battlefield, he slowly leaned back against the back of the chair, but saw that Chang Qing was almost the same action as him.

He smiled and said to Chang Qing: "How did the queen feel about the battle?"

Chang Qing also smiled: "The courtier is just a layman."

"Well, although the queen does not practice martial arts, she is as good at knowing people as she is."

"I am afraid." Chang Qing lowered her head and said, "But the candidate was indeed superior in martial arts. What is more difficult is to be in danger and to be conscientious. Such a person is a talent."

"Well, I think so too."

Pei Yuanzhang nodded, took the hot tea on the table and took a sip. The smoke in the tea bowl rose up, forming a mist in front of his eyes, and even his eyes were confused, as if thinking of something In the past, he said, "Still on him, I saw the shadow of an old man."

Chang Qing heard it, but his expression was slightly faint, and he was silent for a while, and said, "The contest that year, Chen Ye also watched with his father, this Sun Jingfei does look a bit like--"

They glanced at each other and did not continue to speak, but there was a kind of indescribable affection spreading in the air.

My mind is a little clear, but a little dazed-who are they talking about?

Is it--

Before I think about it, Chang Qing thought about it and said tentatively: "Since the emperor also thinks he is a personal talent, then-"

Pei Yuanzhang bowed his head and drank tea, and said, "It depends on his third game."

When I heard this, I also turned to look at the following martial arts. The next few games had losers and wins, and there were even two losers who couldn't continue the game, but this made the next third game even more tense.

He rested for a moment, only listening to a rapid drum sound.

The third match is over!