Chapter 423 The Princess from the Cold Palace Who Was Sent to the Throne (34)

In this way, Chi Yunjian rushed to Longming Palace in a hurry.

The scene before him made him frown.

Wen Xingzhi had already dispatched a large number of personnel to guard Longming Palace layer by layer and ensure strict security.

The accumulated water under the palace wall had already submerged the horse's belly. Pofeng seemed to sense his master's anxiety, and he neighed loudly, raising his front hooves into the air.

Seeing this, Chi Yunjian took advantage of the momentum and leaped over the high threshold with ease. His cloak fluttered in the air like a flag, sweeping away the icicles on the eaves.

Before the guards could even finish their scolding, Chi Yunjian's fist had already struck the other party's throat.

In his eyes, those secret guards who were carefully trained by Wen Xingzhi were nothing more than a group of weak scholars who only knew how to perform fancy moves and were good-looking but useless.

The palace lanterns in the corridor swayed violently in the wind, and the red light cast his shadow on the vermilion lacquer door, like a sharp blade about to be unsheathed, emitting a chilling cold light.

Although this was against the rules, he had never been one to follow the rules.

And this time, he wanted to rescue Qingwu from the dead fox.

...I guess Qingwu won’t blame him, right?

The gilded candlestick flickered in the breeze, appearing and disappearing.

The figure behind the screen was cut into unclear pieces in the interweaving of light and dark, making it difficult to see clearly.

Chi Yunjian's pupils contracted violently due to shock.

His eyes were first attracted by the dazzling snow-white back. The skin looked particularly dazzling in the dim hall, like a line drawing that had not yet dried, delicate and vivid.

The curvature of the scapula is like a butterfly flapping its wings, and a drop of sweat condenses in the depression of the spine, sliding along the texture to the waist and disappearing into the half-removed undershirt.

The hair crown, which was originally hanging loosely between her black hair, was now even more shaky. The broken jade hairpin was tilted at a dangerous angle, trembling slightly with her movements, as if it would fall at any time.

When Qingwu was startled by someone breaking in, her body shrank suddenly. This movement caused her entire skin to tremble, just like spring snowflakes falling on red-hot charcoal, quickly melting and revealing a charming pink color.

I believe the scenery on the opposite side that is blocked will be more charming.

When she turned sideways, her half-exposed shoulders trembled slightly, and a few drops of candle wax slid down and fell like pearls on her fair skin, creating a few pearl-like spots, which contrasted with the pink color and formed a unique beauty.

finally--

The hair crown, unable to bear the bumps, finally couldn't hold on and fell to the ground with a clang, making a crisp sound.

Three thousand strands of black hair poured down like the Milky Way, instantly covering the red tips of her ears.

Every dancing strand of hair tells the secret that she once tried so hard to hide.

…and her identity as a woman.

A pair of jade-like faces were all covered with pink clouds, so beautiful that it was dazzling.

Qingwu was frightened and beads of sweat rolled down her forehead.

However, Wen Xingzhi was obviously a bad guy. Even though Chi Yunjian had already appeared, he not only did not restrain himself at all, but hugged Qingwu even tighter.

As if he wanted to rub her into his body.

Another large hand stroked her back.

Wen Xingzhi's palm was moving slowly up along Qingwu's butterfly bone. When his fingertips brushed against the hair on the back of her neck, she subconsciously shrank her neck and happened to bump into his arms.

Wen Xingzhi had a smile on his face, but he looked at Chi Yunjian provocatively.

There was clearly a hint of pride and sarcasm in that smile.

The sword left a blue mark on his palm, and Chi Yunjian didn't know what he was thinking at the moment.

Should I be shocked, at a loss, or ecstatic because Qingwu turns out to be a little princess?

Or is he angry and jealous because Wen Xingzhi, that beast, is bullying Qingwu?

Chi Yunjian had never felt so complicated before.

The sound of rain, which had just gradually stopped, became heavier again. He could hear his heart beating like thunder, but he could not tell whether it was anger, shock, or some hidden, ignited desire.

......Chi Yunjian felt that he was about to go crazy.

But the body is hot and scalding

But my eyes couldn't leave this absurd scene.

Under Wen Xingzhi's increasingly dangerous gaze, Chi Yunjian remained motionless, without blinking, and stared straight at Qingwu.

Looking at her begging eyes, she looked weak and powerless, being completely controlled by another man and unable to resist.

Wen Xingzhi doesn't have the habit of showing off to others like this.

It was just a provocation at first, but with Chi Yunjian staring at him like that, he couldn't go on.

Chi Yunjian suddenly came to his senses and immediately drew out the Broken Cloud Sword and attacked.

The sword drew a cold light in the air, accompanied by the crisp sound of the Poyun Sword being unsheathed and the sound of heavy rain. Chi Yunjian's sword tip pointed straight at Wen Xingzhi.

"Wen Xingzhi! What are you doing!?"

The clear sound of the Cloud-Breaking Sword being unsheathed mixed with the heavy rain, but the tip of Chi Yunjian's sword suddenly deviated when it touched the screen, cutting off a piece of gold foil.

Qing Wu was obviously frightened by this sudden change. She let out a frightened whimper, and the sound was more terrifying than a sharp arrow, piercing straight into Chi Yunjian's eardrum.

He watched Qingwu curled up in Wen Xingzhi's arms, looking like a frightened rabbit, so pitiful.

Outside the house, the rainstorm mercilessly beat against the gilded animal heads of Longming Palace, and the copper bells on the eaves made broken whimpers in the strong wind.

Wen Xingzhi's slender fingers were slowly pinching the belt of his black robe, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, as he slowly and leisurely fastened Qingwu's collar.

When his fingertips brushed her red earlobe, he paused deliberately, making the ambiguous atmosphere even stronger.

The candlelight danced in his eyes, making the provocative smile flicker, but the hidden murderous intent was like a poisoned silver needle, ready to pierce Chi Yunjian's soft spot at any time.

"What are you doing?" There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "I'm just doing what you did before."

His tone rose at the end, revealing the contempt unique to scholars. "Why, you can do it, but I can't?"

Before he finished speaking, the Broken Cloud Sword at Chi Yunjian's waist had already been unsheathed three inches, and the bronze hilt left a bleeding red mark on his palm.

But Chi Yunjian seemed to feel no pain at all. His gaze was as if attracted by a magnet, fixed on the red mark on Qingwu's collarbone that had not yet faded.

The bright red burned on the snow-white skin, making his eyes hurt.

.......What is this?

Chi Yunjian's throat was a little dry, and he struggled to move his eyes away from that snow-white skin.

Wen Xingzhi's accusation was like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart hard and leaving him completely stunned.

...When did he do that?!