Hey! Host! I asked you to have a child, not to have a strategy.

Since receiving the red letter two days ago, the Western Xia Emperor and Lu Ao asked Liu Xiang to stay with Zhu Baishao, fearing that she would go to Qingfeng Snow Cliff alone on impulse and get fooled.

As night fell, Zhu Baishao sat at the table, staring at the flickering candlelight on the table with an unclear expression.

"Bai Shao, go to bed early and don't worry too much. Brother Ao and the others will go and rescue your uncle and aunt tomorrow."

Liu Xiang walked in and helped Zhu Baishao close the open door.

She had been sleeping on the couch in Zhu Baishao's room for the past two days, watching her all the time.

Zhu Baishao picked up the candle clippers and cut off a small strand of the already dark candle wick. She flicked her fingernails slightly and some fine powder fell off, which was swallowed up by the jumping and more vigorous flames.

"Okay, then I'm relieved."

Zhu Baishao lay on the bed, closed her eyes and dozed off.

Liu Xiang lay down on the couch with his clothes on, thinking about how to deal with the Qingfeng Snow Cliff tomorrow.

After a while, she felt her eyelids become heavy and she thought to herself that something was wrong. She wanted to sit up and use her internal energy to expel the drug, but she closed her eyes weakly again and fell into a coma.

As expected, it’s a drug prepared by Nanzhu of Snake Valley, the effect is so good!

Zhu Baishao had taken the antidote in advance. At this time, he turned over from the bed, picked up the sword beside him, and jumped out of the window.

He dodged carefully along the way, left the city, and rode straight to the Qingfeng Snow Cliff.

Qingfeng Snow Cliff is located on the outskirts of the capital of Western Xia. It has a peak that towers towards the sky and is guarded by many other peaks. There are cliffs, deep ravines and secluded caves everywhere, and the mountain has a unique shape.

There are four seasons in Qingfeng, and the weather is different in every ten miles.

The top of Qingfeng Mountain is a cliff platform, with smoke and wind floating below the cliff and snow-capped cliffs on top.

As Zhu Baishao headed up the mountain, he couldn't help but complain to the system in his heart, "Is this the world of martial arts? Villains always choose a Feng Shui treasured place to do things, but there is no need to choose a snow cliff on the top of Qingfeng Mountain!"

System Starry Eyes: [But host, if you were to get married in a red wedding dress amidst the snow, how beautiful it would be! ]

Zhu Baishao was stunned, and thought about the scene in her mind. Her eyes immediately lit up, and she said regretfully: "What a pity, I didn't come here wearing my wedding dress."

The system also sighed, [But I did save the part where the curtain of the curtain was blown away at the Fengyun Inn! You can watch it later.]

“Well done!”

Practicing martial arts will cause many injuries. Internal and external injuries consume energy, which can lead to hidden injuries such as qi stagnation and blood stasis. Once hidden injuries occur, people who practice martial arts will suffer from serious diseases.

Ever since Zhu Baishao was injured while forcefully practicing martial arts in Snake Valley, Nanzhu had collected a lot of aged herbs to nourish her body and give her medicinal baths.

Now her skills have made great progress and her true energy has become much stronger.

At this time, they were moving very fast in the mountains and forests.

The mountainside is still lush and green, dotted with wild flowers, but as you go higher the scenery gradually changes, the remaining red flowers fade away, and when you reach the top of the mountain, there is a cold wind and snow and frost on the ground.

There is a stone tablet on the side with poems left by predecessors, but the handwriting is no longer clear.

The green peaks and snowy cliffs are lonely and ethereal.

Zhu Baishao was lost in thought when he suddenly heard a hearty laugh coming from behind the stone tablet, and a man in a white brocade robe walked out with a folding fan in his hand.

"Miss Zhu, you really came early."

It’s Mr. Jian.

He looked at Zhu Baishao in a black dress, clapping his hands and exclaiming, "The orchid is beautiful and the chrysanthemum is fragrant, I can't forget the beautiful woman. Since we parted at Fengyun Inn, Miss Baishao has become more charming than before!"

Zhu Baishao's pretty face was filled with anger. She put her hand on the sword at her waist and angrily said, "Master Jian? Let my family go!"

"Of course I will let them go, but this depends on your sincerity, Miss Bai Shao..." Jian Langjun opened his folding fan and gently fanned it twice, with a smile on his handsome face. "Tomorrow at noon, we will get married. Then Prime Minister Zhu and his wife will become my father-in-law and mother-in-law. I will let them go."

"Miss Bai Shao, what do you think?"

"shameless!"

Zhu Baishao let out a delicate cry, moved her feet, and thrust the sword in her hand out suddenly, pointing straight at Jian Langjun's left shoulder.

However, Jian Langjun folded his folding fan and blocked her sword.

Zhu Baishao had already prepared herself to be blocked. With a flick of her wrist, the sword with a cold glow tilted and the tip of the sword slashed towards Jian Langjun's neck again, intending to behead him directly.

Jian Langjun was not worried at all. He blocked the blow with the handle of his fan and said with a smile, "Miss Bai Shao, don't you know the origin of my name Jian Langjun?"

With a clang sound, the handle of the folding fan, who knew not what material it was made of, was actually harder than fine iron. It collided with Zhu Baishao's sword, making a buzzing sound.

Zhu Baishao's wrist felt numb and the sword almost slipped out of his hand.

She was shocked and her eyes were stern. It turned out that this sword master's skills were so profound that she almost couldn't bear the force of the weapons hitting each other.

Jian Langjun smiled and said, "When I was six years old, I could see the flaws of others by watching them fight with swords. When I was twelve years old, I had mastered the sword skills. When I was nineteen years old, I lost interest in swords and used a folding fan instead. Miss Bai Shao, do you want me to teach you how to use a sword?"

As he said this, he used the fan as a sword and attacked Zhu Baishao in the face.

Zhu Baishao's expression changed, he stepped forward and dodged to the right.

Who knew that Jian Langjun was just feinting and deliberately leaving her a way to survive. Seeing her dodge, he curled the corner of his mouth, hooked his hands around her slender neck, and held her in his arms.

Jian Langjun lowered his head and sniffed the faint fragrance in her hair, his face full of intoxication, and he wanted to smell the scent of her neck again.

Zhu Baishao reacted, his face turned red and white, he turned his wrist, and the long sword in his hand suddenly spun half a circle, and stabbed backwards, but was grabbed by Jian Langjun's wrist, and his legs and feet were also restrained, so he could not move.

As he wished, he smelled the fragrance of Zhu Baishao's neck and smiled in her ear: "You are as beautiful as jade, and your fragrance is intoxicating."

Then Master Jian's face darkened again, and his tone was gloomy, "If you still want your family to live, then you should be obedient. Tomorrow at noon, after we get married at the Qingfeng Snow Cliff, I will cure the snow snake venom in their bodies."

"Otherwise...just wait and watch them bleed to death!"

Zhu Baishao's face was pale, her lips were bleeding from biting them, and her heart was filled with turmoil.

Jian Langjun stroked her lips with his fingers, then put the blood-stained fingers into his mouth, his eyes dark and hot, "If you want to commit suicide, then I will make the entire Zhu family wish to live but cannot, and wish to die but cannot."

Zhu Baishao's martial arts were sealed by his acupuncture, so she could only stare at him with resentment. Finally, she closed her eyes unwillingly and said word by word: "I promise you, you must keep your promise and let my entire family in the Prime Minister's Mansion go."

"That's natural."

Mr. Jian tapped his folding fan, then fanned it in front of his chest, saying it as a matter of course.

As he forcibly led them to where they were setting up camp, Zhu Baishao looked disheartened on the surface, but in her heart she complained to the system, "This guy is really more pretentious than me. It's so cold on the top of Qingfeng Mountain, but he's still fanning himself."

The system then added: [Fanning in winter - just showing off. ]