God-level Sword Fairy of Martial Arts

"Huh?" Zhao Qian looked at her reputation.

I saw a cold light whistling from the south, illuminating the entire night sky.

Then, in a flash, it disappeared.

"Princess, that meteor, it seems that it fell into the palace, right?" Xiaoyu couldn't help but said.

Zhao Qian's mind moved slightly, but she shook her head: "Jing nonsense, it's just that the meteor is a bit strange, although I can't tell where the blame is!"

But the two of them didn't know that it was not a meteor at all, but Mo Yi who came from Yu Jian.

"Well, this is the Zhao Kingdom's palace. Forget it, it's getting late, let's find a palace to rest first! We'll talk about Princess Zhao Qian's affairs tomorrow!"

Mo Yi thought of this, and wandered aimlessly in the Zhao Kingdom's palace, looking for a palace that he was satisfied with.

Along the way, the patrolling guards only felt a gust of breeze swept across, but they didn't find any trace of Mo Yi at all.

The current Mo Yi's movement has long been superb. Unless he is a master of the innate realm, it is impossible to discover his existence.

After twists and turns, he shuttled through the palace continuously, until he reached an extremely secret garden.

"Well, it's interesting here."

Mo Yi smiled faintly and walked forward, but he was stunned and saw a beautiful shadow standing in the water, slim and slim, standing in the water.

The maid in the back was still wearing clothes, while Li Ying in the front was naked, as if she was taking a bath.

Under the clear moonlight, the graceful figure adds a bit of style.

Looking at this scene, Mo Yi was a little confused.

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Looking at this scene, Mo Yi was a little confused.

Is it so lucky?

However, the two of them did not discover the existence of Mo Yi, and they were still talking to themselves.

"Princess, it is rumored that Your Majesty wants to marry you to Wei State in exchange for Wei State's assistance to resist Da Qin. Is this true?"

Xiaoyu couldn't help but speak, full of worry.

Zhao Qian sighed: "If it is a last resort, my father will do this. Now the situation in Zhao country is even more precarious. I am afraid that my father has already made up his mind to sacrifice me in exchange for assistance."

"Ah? So, doesn't the princess have no choice? She can only marry into the Wei state?"

Xiaoyu exclaimed, and couldn't help but worry: "I heard that the son of Wei State does not have a perfect weapon, so what should I do?"

Zhao Qian sighed and said nothing.

"No, princess! What Your Majesty wants is assistance, not necessarily Wei. The other countries, Han Yi has been destroyed, and Chu and Qin have just negotiated peace. It is impossible for Yan and Qi to be on good terms with Qin. They won't send troops either. Then it seems that only Wei is left..."

Xiaoyu analyzed it like this, her face became even more ugly, and then she was happy: "No, Princess, there is also the Blood Clothes Castle! There is also Sword Sect Mo Yi!"

"Yes, Sword Sect Mo Yi, Ying Zheng's teacher! His [-] dragon-elephant army killed Ying Zheng's [-] elites. If he makes a move, Zhao Guo will be safe."

Xiaoyu raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Princess, you can marry Mo Yi! Sword Sect Mo Yi, Dao Kuang Qi Luo Sheng, and Ying Zheng's imperial teacher, such a husband will definitely make the princess happy!"

"Marry Jianzong Mo Yi?" Zhao Qian was startled, then looked into the distance and sighed: "It seems that this time, even if I don't marry him, it won't work. I have no choice. ."

"Why? Princess." Xiao Yu was puzzled.

Zhao Qian, however, looked at the figure in white who had been standing in the distance for a long time, and smiled sweetly: "Because he saw all of my body..."

Hearing this, Mo Yi couldn't help but face dark:  …

"Ah!?" Xiaoyu was puzzled and looked at Zhao Qian's eyes, only to discover the existence of Mo Yi, but exclaimed:

"He...he...he is Mo Yi...Princess, and he looks exactly the same as the young man you secretly painted on weekdays!"

"Xiaoyu, Hugh is talking nonsense! How can I have it!"

Zhao Qian spoke quickly, but her cheeks couldn't help but show a few blushes, which added a bit of charm under the clear moonlight.

"Hum! Princess, you still don't admit it. (Qian Zhao's) don't think I don't know, you have painted a lot, all of them are Young Master Mo, and they are still hiding under your pillow! I saw them all! Hee hee."

Xiaoyu opened her mouth with a smile.

"I'll let you talk nonsense again." Zhao Qian was so ashamed and angry, she called Xiaoyu softly.

"Hey, princess, concubine, let's talk. Xiaoyu says goodbye!"

But Xiaoyu hurriedly dodged, got up and walked out.

At the scene, only Princess Zhao Qian, who was hanging in the pool, and Mo Yi, who was dressed in white beside her, were left.

For a while, the two stared at each other silently, but such a charming gesture made both of them embarrassed.

For a long time, Mo Yi looked at Li Ying in front of him and broke the silence: "What a special way to meet..."

Princess Zhao Qian hummed softly, her face was extremely red, but she said, "Young Master Mo, can you bring my clothes first...".

Text Chapter 2 Princess Zhao Qian's Tenderness [4/[-]]

"Well, yes."

Mo Yi smiled awkwardly, took Zhao Qian's clothes from the side, handed them to her, and turned around.