Chapter 52: Show off but not sell yourself

Very loud noises come from far and near, as if someone is singing, as if someone is screaming, as if someone is crying, or various sounds are mixed together.
The four words conceal it: very confusing.
Wu Chuyu frowned, subconsciously stroking the dark arrow on her arm across her sleeve, then stood up decisively and walked out: "Vietnam fly, follow me, accompany me to see."
Yue Jiefei leaped back from the roof to the door, walking lightly with Chu Yu. He walked and said, "Princess, don't go anymore. I have a bit of trouble with that lunatic. I'm afraid it will be difficult to protect the princess. He is just making a mess, just clean up. "
Xi Chuyu did not stop.
From the words of Yue Jiefei, you can get two messages:
First, the other party is more powerful, and even Yuejiefei can't take care of it. Although it was in distress on the mountain that day, Chu Yu learned from Liusangkou that the three assassins first blocked by Yuejiefei were first-class masters. Yue Jiefei blocked those people with one enemy three and one enemy four, and has already shown extremely good sword skills.
Second, the current situation is not tense. Listening to Yue Jiefei's tone, even if this is not the first time, it may have been used to it, and Princess Sanyin probably knew that it existed.
But Chu Yu didn't know.
She wants to see what is going on.
I walked out of Xiuyuanju quickly and was seeing a group of people coming here from a distance. The red shadow of the moment was particularly prominent.
Tong Chuyu looked intently for a while, then she could see clearly the red shadow, which was actually the wrong flower that she had seen once.
The flower at this time was very different from what Chu Yu saw that day. His face was flushed, his eyebrows were flying, and his eyes were misty with water mist. The slightly ordinary features suddenly felt a little more aggressive. He held a sword in one hand, a hip flask in one hand, and shook his steps, and walked and sang, almost no one in his eyes, and most of the people around him were guards and attendants on the house, and they carefully surrounded the flowers. Wrong, but did not dare to get too close, took the wrong step forward, and the encirclement must follow.
Seeing that it was wrong, Chu Yu understood what was going on, and Yue Jiefei beside him said, "Princess, don't go too close. If you drink wrong, the drunk man will not know anyone when he is drunk. He is drunk. After that, the power of the sword multiplied, and I was a little bit embarrassed. "
Xun Chuyu smiled at will, stood in a hidden corner, and watched the wrong flowers with Yue Jiefei ...
Yes, it is true that if you spend the wrong look, you are really crazy about drinking wine, but you do n’t know how much wine he has drunk before he can get drunk with this ultra-low alcohol.
楚 In Chu Yu's view, compared with modern high-concentration alcoholic liquors, the alcohol concentration in this era is really not enough.
Huacuo sang aloud, and slowly approached the place where Chuyu was. As she was about to walk in front of Chuyu, it seemed like an alert, and the jug slammed on the road paved with stones. He paused, and everyone immediately appeared to be the enemy. Yue Jiefei also stood in front of Chu Yu with a strong movement, holding his hands on the waist of the sword handle and waiting.
Qi Chuyu was blocked from view, and it was very inconvenient to watch the excitement, so she tilted her head and quietly leaned out of Yue Jiefei's side to continue watching the swordsman drunk crazy.
Compared with the seriousness of the people around him, the wrong attitude is extremely loose and even arrogant. His drunken face is shrouded with bright colors that seem to be dripping, like blooming roses, and he slowly raises the sword in his hand. The sword was faintly reflected with a light red light, which was passed on by word of mouth. This red light was caused by the killing of too many people and the blood of the dead.
Bian Hua raised one eyebrow by mistake and looked around. Whoever his gaze stopped, he couldn't help taking a step back, but in the end, the wrong gaze crossed the circle and stopped at Yue Jiefei.
Yue Yue Jiefei lamented in distress: "Why me?"
Huacuo narrowed his drunken eyes, pointed his sword at Yue Jiefei, and the people around him saw that Huacuo had selected the target, and they all dispersed, allowing a way for Ronghua to go straight. Flying faster.
Ying Yuejie sighed and instructed the other guards to temporarily protect Chu Yu and not to miss it, he rushed directly to him and issued a sword.
The two of them fought again.
Chu Yu thought a little funny. It seemed that every time she saw the wrong flower, Yue Jiefei had to play a game with him. This was the case this time, and this time it was the same. The two people were like enemies of the previous life. To fight.
Accompanied by the hoarse singing of the flower, the two still played the same from last time, damaging the flowers and trees, but this time the light red sword light seemed to be more beautiful and the luster was slightly Eye-catching.
I looked at Chu Yu and felt something wrong. I didn't know if she was dazzled. I always felt that there was something small in the rolling sword light falling out.
The distance between her standing is not too close, and the movements of the two are too fast, Chu Yuxin said that maybe she read it wrongly. But after a while, in the gap where the two swords were entangled with each other, Chu Yu suddenly noticed that Yue Jiefei's clothes seemed to be slightly less. He was now wearing only a white undershirt and one sleeve. , Showing slender, well-proportioned arms.
What about clothes? Where did you go?
Qi Chuyu's eyes slowly moved down and fell on the ground. Then it was clear that all the pieces scattered on the ground were even fine pieces of cloth.
The clothes on Yue Yue Jiefei's body were all picked out by mistake, all picked into rags.
Hissing.
The crisp sound of the cloth ripped through the air, Chu Yu heard the sound and looked up, but saw that Yue Jiefei's clothes were picked out by flowers and cut with a sword. The entire upper body was almost exposed in the air and fell to everyone around In the field of vision.
Eliminated the cumbersome package of clothes, Yue Jiefei's perfect upper body was smooth and robust, and every texture contained a strong force, but it was not as muscular as the bodybuilder, it was a very close to natural beauty.
Surrounded by the eyes of envy or jealousy or scrutiny, Yue Jiefei's face rose a bit red. He bit his teeth and said, "It's wrong to spend enough, every time, every time you get drunk, you almost look for Come to me, use my sword to stab my clothes, are you enough? "No matter who it is, being stripped out of the large court to let everyone see the flesh is basically not a very pleasant thing.
He learned the art of martial arts and sold it to the emperor's house.
He came to do business, not to sell himself.
Ji Hua was wrong but did not seem to hear Yue Jiefei's words. The song was a little rested, squinting his head and looking at him for a while, the sword was backhand cut, and the layers of red on his body fell to the ground, and his upper body was also exposed. Then, the wrong sword trembled and stabbed at Yue Jiefei again. This time, the goal was to point directly to the part of Yue Jiefei's waist.
"It takes the wrong wine to drink, but the wine is immeasurable." Looking at it, there was a sound of non-sickness around him. Chu Yu glanced over her head and allowed the injured hand to hang from the neck with a bandage. "If you drink, you will be drunk."
After being drunk, the six relatives did not recognize the wrong flower, and he chose one of the most unpleasant excuses among the people around him. He not only took off others, but also took off his own.
As long as you do n’t take off your own body, other people in the government are very happy to get rid of it. After all, the figure of the martial artist is very beautiful and very ornamental.
Heart of beauty in everyone. In this era, men's is a fashion.
This is a big drama in the inner court of Princess Palace every two or three months.