God-level Consort of the Tang Dynasty

He picked up a stone and threw it into the yard with a swipe. The stone just hit the window of Cheng Yiyue's room.

click.

Xu Zhengdao jumped up, stepped on the wall with one foot, stretched his body, but reached the roof, and sat down slowly.

Swish.

In the blink of an eye, Cheng Yiyue appeared beside Xu Zhengdao.

Xu Zhengdao turned his head and took a look, surprised: "Miss Yiyue, don't you take off your clothes when you sleep?"

Cheng Yiyue stared at Xu Zhengdao and asked, "Are you here to fight with me? Did you get Du He's consent? Du He said that if I want to kill someone from the furniture factory, I must get his consent."

click.

The sword was unsheathed, and the tip of the sword hit Xu Zhengdao's nose.

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(Explanation of the update: Brothers, I promised everyone yesterday that I will update it today. Unfortunately, Xi Zhou encountered an urgent matter today, and it has not been dealt with yet... I am really sorry. Today is a normal update, and the update will be recorded first. A [-]-word apology will explode the day after tomorrow.)

Chapter 246 I Came to Your Window Again Tonight

Xu Zhengdao was so nervous that he propped his hands on the roof.

He thought to himself: Damn, this bastard Zhang Wei tricked me. He clearly said that although Yiyue looks fierce, he is actually very gentle. This character who kills at every turn is really... so likable.

Xu Zhengdao hurriedly shouted: "Miss Yiyue, wait a minute, wait a minute, I didn't come to fight, I... I have something to tell you."

Swish.

Cheng Yiyue put away her sword and said concisely: "Speak up if you have something to say."

Xu Zhengdao stood up, cleared his throat, and said, "Miss Yiyue, I wrote a poem for you, and I will read it to you first."

"O sea, it's all water!"

"O horse, it has four legs!"

"Yiyue..."

boom.

"Ouch!"

Before Xu Zhengdao could read the last sentence, Cheng Yiyue kicked him, swept him off the roof, and hit the ground with a thud.

Cheng Yiyue rolled her eyes and said, "Hurry up and get out, isn't that idiot Cheng Chumo writing this poem to Wei Youran? When did it become yours?"

"Ah... Goodbye Miss Yiyue!"

Xu Zhengdao was not annoyed either, he got up and patted his buttocks, and swaggered out from the courtyard gate.

He realized that he didn't seem to understand Cheng Yiyue at all, and that this girl didn't seem to be weak in lightness kung fu, her sword skills were terrifying, and her kung fu was even better than her own... It was so likable.

When he got outside, Xu Zhengdao looked up, only to find Zhang Wei standing opposite.

Xu Zhengdao said angrily: "You are not authentic, you are willing to bet and admit defeat, what are you doing here?"

Zhang Wei looked at Xu Zhengdao and asked with a smile, "Been beaten?"

“什么揍不揍的，忆悦出手，那能叫我被揍吗？那是爱的抚摸，你不懂！”说完，许正道挥挥手，转身走进了夜色之中。

Zhang Wei was speechless for a while, pushed open the courtyard door, and walked in.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Cheng Yiyue sitting on a willow tree in the garden.

Without raising her eyes, Cheng Yiyue said, "Are you also writing poems for me?"

With that said, Cheng Yiyue jumped off and was about to start.

Zhang Wei hastily shouted: "No, Miss Yiyue, I'm here to say goodbye."

"bid farewell?"

"That's right," Zhang Wei nodded, biting his lips, "Yiyue, I'll be leaving in a few days."

"Where?"

"Tibet?"

Cheng Yiyue: "Oh!"

After speaking, she went back to the room.

Zhang Wei: "..."

He felt that the distance between himself and Cheng Yiyue had never been so far as it is now.

After a long while, Zhang Wei walked out of the yard and walked to the distance, singing in his mouth: "I came to your window again tonight, your shadow on the curtain is so cute... I have loved you quietly for so many years, and I will leave tomorrow ..."

The singing faded away.

Cheng Yiyue opened the door abruptly, glanced at the moon covered by dark clouds, and suddenly said to herself: "My master said, I can't have feelings, I was born to kill people...no one can write poems for me , except for Du He... But, Du He doesn't seem to have written poems for me, he wrote poems for the princess, but not for me..."

For a moment, it seemed that something stumped Cheng Yiyue.

As a result, the crooked-necked willow tree in the yard suffered a seedling, and fell under her sword within a few strokes.

……

In the quiet courtyard.

A dark shadow walked in slowly.

It was Zhang Wei.

At the door, Du He stood on the steps with a blank expression on his face.

Zhang Wei: "Master, I'm here."

Du He: "Come?"

Zhang Wei: "Master, I have to leave again."

puff.

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Wei was kicked by Du He.