Chapter 212: Weiyang Palace

Weiyang Palace.
Ye Weiyang.
This is the most noble place for women in the harem, and also their end.
So everyone here cannot go any further.
The precious concubine no longer remembers the year when she entered the palace, but she remembers her sincere heart, and will never kill her life for the royal offspring.
Then three hundred years of loneliness, red dust refining his heart, and finally achieved the ultimate school, and also got the title of concubine.
But she knew in her heart that it was just a joke.
For three hundred years, she has been retreating every day, and she has been working hard.
But the freedom that precious concubines want is never possible.
In the royal palace today, the soldiers are in trouble, but she doesn't care at all. She just insists on the duties she should perform and is assigned to guard Weiyang Palace.
There was the most charming romantic here, and the cruelest murderous one.
What the precious concubine has to do is just not let anyone pass through this place.
"This woman is so pretty"
As soon as Yu Dashao looked up, he saw the face of the precious concubine, although she did not recognize it, but she was full of peach blossoms, as if drunk.
Who is so beautiful about this woman?
Beauty itself is a woman's weapon.
Shen Zhenyi and Zi Ningjun remained unchanged.
Seeing all the women in this world who can make Shen Zhenyi look with her looks, this world doesn't exist yet.
"At this level, it should be the palace princess."
Shen Zhenyi whispered to Zi Ningjun and smiled.
"The first pass guard, the second pass eunuch, the third pass palace princess, it seems that the formation of the inner city has begun to move."
Zining Jun nodded knowingly.
She didn't care much about the world. She lived alone for four hundred years and developed a cold temper. She was indifferent except for things related to Shen Zhenyi.
Yu Dashao was a little confused, and asked, "Three sons, what does this mean?"
Everything in the inner city, he just heard the hearsay, he knows nothing about the formation method.
"Just look at it."
With a slight smile, Shen Zhenyi arched her hand at the precious concubine and asked, "This girl, we are going through this Weiyang Palace, and we have to give way to trouble."
He will always be so peaceful.
This is true of the imperial city four dragons, as is this beautiful princess.
In his eyes, it makes no difference.
"As long as you can beat me, of course you can pass."
The precious concubine walked along the steps, and the red gauze skirt spread out, like Yin red blood.
"This murderous"
Yu Dashao shuddered, feeling as if he was being followed by a fierce beast, with a cold sweat behind him, and countless goose bumps.
Such a beauty is actually so murderous.
How could the emperor allow such a person to stay in the harem?
Seeing her along the way, the trees on both sides were withered with murderous murder, as if darkness and fear were devouring everything.
"She practices swords."
Shen Zhenyi laughed.
"It's a dark and magical kendo. I didn't expect to see a real swordsman in this deep palace."
Swords have double-edged swords, and the hunting swordsman is often lonely and painful.
This woman, in the anxiety of Kendo, struck forward.
Shen Zhenyi found it very interesting.
"Your swordsmanship is infinitely murderous, but it is too dark, a total of seven styles, please trouble one by one."
The precious concubine suddenly stopped.
She raised her eyebrows and looked at Shen Zhenyi in surprise.
"Do you know what swordsmanship I use?"
She lowered her eyelids and asked, "Who do you know?"
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Precious Princess doesn't believe that someone can guess what sword she uses as soon as she sees her. The only possibility is that these three people may know her, so they know what martial arts she is practicing.
Shen Zhenyi shook his head, "I don't know."
He really doesn't know.
The world of Baxiu, how many heroes there are, and among the royal family, there are countless masters. They are hidden in the deep palace. It is impossible and unnecessary for Shen Zhenyi to know all of them.
"Then how do you know that my sword style is seven?"
The precious concubine was surprised.
"When you just stepped down, you took a total of seven steps. Except for seven steps, the momentum was exhausted."
Shen Zhenyi was not impatient, and explained patiently, "Your sword is no more than seven changes. Martial arts has learned such a state. It is not necessary to forge an eighth move. Your sword skills must be seven. formula."
The precious concubine blinked.
Shen Zhenyi was right.
Since she realized these seven types of magic swords, she got rid of the martial arts of the royal woman, stepped into a realm that her predecessors had never set foot on, and understood the theory of sword mystery.
But Qi is also her limit.
The precious concubine knew very well that if she could deduce the Eighth Sword, she would be able to push her martial arts to an unattainable level and enter what the emperor had dreamed of--
true! people! territory! Number! ten! weight!
Unfortunately, she couldn't figure it out.
For at least two or three hundred years, she could not be deduced until her birthday was exhausted.
Moreover, the Otsuki Dynasty would not allow her to deduce it.
Although no one said, but the precious concubine has reached this state, how could she not understand the idea of ​​the Dayue Dynasty.
They must not allow the presence of martial artists who can surpass Baxiuhua.
She took a deep breath.
"You know the sword?"
The precious concubine finally opened her lazy eyes and seriously looked at the man in white in front of Shengxue.
Shen Zhenyi smiled, "Slightly understand one or two."
Kendo is endless, and even he can't say he knows it all.
"You don't have to be humble."
The precious concubine felt that he was just being polite.
"If you can take my seven swords, then I can't take you, you can naturally pass this Weiyang Palace."
With the seven swords out and the essence leaking, she was unable to stop the other three.
"it is good!"
Shen Zhenyi agreed quickly.
People who learn swords don't have much nonsense.
If you can fight, you can fight, if you can't fight, you can go, then you die.
He didn't take it lightly because he was a woman.
The precious concubine nodded, and at this time she had already walked in front of Shen Zhenyi.
Standing with a smile.
Sword Qiqixiaoxiao!
The two unseen swordsmen met in the mist of Weiyang Palace.
"It's really strange that the swordsmen meet, is that so?"
Yu Dashaoming knew that this was just a life-and-death struggle, but he always felt that the two of them were sorry.
"You mean, he likes that woman?"
Zi Ningjun suddenly turned his head and asked Yu Dashou gently.
This is the first sentence she said to Yu Dashao.
"This one"
Yu Dashao suddenly felt embarrassed and felt his mouth covered. Why don't you forget that there is a woman who has been working hard for Shen Sangong for 400 years. She won't be angry?
"It's just that swordsmen love each other. It's not a relationship between men and women. Please don't worry about Mrs. Zi."
Yu Dashao opened his mouth.
Zi Ningjun didn't care. She looked at Shen Zhenyi infatuatedly and smiled: "If he likes it, he can't let this woman die."
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