However, this time, the battle was in full swing and the outcome was still undecided when it was suddenly interrupted.
Mo Ting stood trembling at the door, his teeth chattering, and said, "Lord, Lord Marquis..."
He felt he was going to be beaten to death today.
However, if a fire breaks out in the backyard and he doesn't report it in time, he'll also die.
Mo Ting felt that he was going to be beaten to death either way today.
Pei Shen ignored her; his eyes were red, his chest was Jingjing with sweat, and he gripped Nanxing's waist with both hands...
But he's shameless, while Nanxing is.
Nanxing pushed him away. "No, I don't want it anymore."
After saying that, he actually sat up on his own, looking completely heartless.
If it weren't for the flush on her face, Pei Shen would have thought he was just fantasizing.
A heartless woman.
But even in its ruthlessness, it's still what I like.
Therefore, the anger could only be directed at the short-sighted Mo Ting.
That's true; if he didn't bother me, would I be so disappointed?
You can drag Mo Ting down and slash her a couple of times!
"My lord, the fire has started!" Mo Ting said anxiously.
Nanxing raised her eyelids but didn't see the firelight around her, then lowered her eyes and continued dressing herself.
Pei Shen was furious, and in Nanxing's eyes, this was the first time he had ever been so enraged.
"Come find me if there's a flood? Am I the Dragon King?"
These idiots, why are they bothering him instead of putting out the fire?
"Maybe he thinks you drool a lot," Nanxing said expressionlessly.
Mo Ting was terrified and extremely anxious. "My lord, the main courtyard is on fire..."
These words instantly changed Pei Shen's expression.
He didn't bother to dress properly, simply throwing on his outer robe and walking out, saying in a deep voice, "Little Birdie, wait for me here."
Nanxing remained noncommittal.
As Pei Shen walked, he asked, "How did you manage to move the water?"
"It's unclear right now," Mo Ting said cautiously. "We suspect a stray cat knocked over the candle. You instructed that no candles should be extinguished in the lady's room at night..."
Nanxing had good hearing, and even though they had left the courtyard, she could still faintly hear words such as "wildcat," "madam," and "candlelight."
lady?
Pei Shen isn't married, is he?
Where did this lady come from?
However, it has nothing to do with her. At most, Nanxing might feel a little guilty when she thinks about that woman.
There's nothing I can do; your man lied to me, and this is a debt he owes.
Once I get it back, I'll stay far away from him from now on.
Nanxing straightened her clothes and opened the window.
The cold night wind slipped in, making the papers on the desk rustle.
Nanxing didn't turn around either, gazing up at the vast night sky through the sparse branches of the sycamore tree.
The Milky Way is like a tapestry, and she is just an inconspicuous star among them, who knows when she will be completely extinguished.
Pei Shen said she was the Mingyue... Thinking of this, Nanxing smiled.
If the person he loves is the Mingyue, shouldn't a Hou Yi (a legendary archer) appear and shoot down the extra moon from the sky?
Nanxing's smile suddenly vanished.
Because she realized that she was jealous?
No, Nanxing shook her head.
Why should she be jealous?
It must be an illusion.
She has now cultivated herself into the second Xiu'er.
So, nothing happened.
The passion from their earlier entanglement must still be lingering; Nanxing felt she needed to calm down.
She opened the window wide, leaped out, and then nimbly jumped onto the sycamore tree, leaning against a thick branch to look inside.
The flames lit up half the sky, indicating that the fire inside was quite large.
However, she wasn't the White Snake Lady and couldn't flood Jinshan Temple, so she couldn't help.
Suddenly, Nanxing heard cries for help.
She placed her palm behind her ear and carefully examined it.
She thought she vaguely heard... Qiao Jiao crying?
Is that her?
Nanxing hesitated for a moment, then jumped from the tree to the roof, scaling walls and rooftops, and followed the sound.
Under the moonlight, she was like a leopard, agile and nimble, moving across the rooftops as if on flat ground, her steps swift and rapid.
"Help, help--"
The voice grew clearer, tinged with sobs and hoarseness, which only confirmed Nanxing: it was Qiao Jiao.
What was she doing going out in the middle of the night?
Nanxing, skilled and daring, lay prone on the outer wall of the north side of the Marquis Champion, listening intently to the sounds outside.
"Sun Jun! Sun Jun, are you alright, Sun Jun!" Qiao Jiao's voice became increasingly heart-wrenching.
Nanxing bit her lip, her eyes darted around, and she quickly made up her mind. She jumped off the wall and followed the sound.
Qiao Jiao and Sun Jun were cornered in a dead end by four or five tall men.
The men carried torches and held long knives; they were clearly hostile.
Sun Jun collapsed to the ground, Qiao Jiao knelt beside him, letting him lean on her knees as she cried her heart out.
But given Nanxing's experience of killing countless people, Sun Jun is clearly... already dead.
Qiao Jiao cried her eyes out.
Heh, what's the use of crying?
Can the dead be brought back to life, or will those people let her go?
"Even if you capture me and take me back, even if you kill me," Qiao Jiao cried out in a hoarse voice, "I've already told Consort of the Prince of Jin about Noble Consort Jia's secret."
Nanxing: "..."
When did you tell me?
Clearly, he was facing imminent death, powerless yet unwilling to accept it, and tried to use the Princess Consort to frighten Xiao Wu.
So far, the only one who dares to directly confront Xiao Wu is Her Majesty.
"Knock her out and take her back!" a tall man in black said coldly.
Nanxing looked around and, seeing no one else, made his move.
Under the moonlight, her longsword gleamed with a chilling light; it was thin, agile, swift, and impossible to dodge...
There are no superfluous moves; every strike is like a cheetah's, aimed straight for the prey's throat.
Clean and efficient, every sword strike was deadly and deadly.
Soon, the five tall, imposing men who had been Linlin just moments before lay dead under the moonlight.
The man at my feet died with his eyes wide open, staring fixedly at the sky.
Nanxing suddenly remembered Pei Shen's accusation that her touching was because she was worried he wouldn't rest in peace after his death.
No, that's not the case.
This is what she did for those who died with their eyes open in disbelief.
Nanxing raised his sword and brought it down, leaving two bloody holes in the corpse's face.
See, this is what it means to die with regrets; she treated Pei Shen well.
Qiao Jiao was so disoriented from crying that she was completely unaware of fear.
"He's dead," Nanxing said coldly. "And you? Do you need me to see you off?"
"Who, who are you?" Qiao Jiao held Sun Jun's head, trying to open her tearful eyes to look at her.
"Nanxing."
"It's you?" Qiao Jiao finally recognized him with difficulty; it was Nanxing, whom she had met once or twice before.
"Take me away," Qiao Jiao pleaded. "Please, take me away!"
"Stand up!"
Qiao Jiao held her deceased lover tightly, reluctant to let go for a long time.
He died taking a sword for her; how could she bear to leave him on this cold street?
It's her fault, it's all her fault.
She insisted that Tang Zhuyun help her find Sun Jun.
If she hadn't gone to find Sun Jun, he wouldn't have met such a tragic end.
If she doesn't go looking for him, he will gradually forget her, marry a normal wife and have children, and live a peaceful and happy life.
But because of her unwillingness to give up, Sun Jun's lost love was rekindled, and he eloped with her without regard for anything else.
And that's how the current situation came about.
She ruined Sun Jun, the person she loved most.
She couldn't let Sun Jun die, absolutely not!