Sword Monarch

Chapter 13 Your husband is here

The Imperial City of Yan was bustling with activity.

The long, spacious street is crowded with people and pedestrians.

Entering the Imperial City, Yun Que had an eye-opening experience.

The foot of the Son of Heaven lives up to its name, and is a hundred times more prosperous than Yanmen Town.

Coincidentally, a team of welcoming the bride procession, the groom rode a white horse in springtime, from time to time, scattering candy, attracting children laughing and scrambling, all the way to the gongs and drums are very lively.

Hanjiao envied, "What a grandeur, I wonder whose girl is going to be in the sedan chair, she must be very happy!"

As a girl, Hanjiao feels joy for the bride who is about to sit in the sedan chair.

"Husband and wife are birds of the same feather, but they fly apart in great distress."

Yun Que caught a piece of wedding candy and threw it into his mouth under the expectant gaze of a child with a snotty nose, crunching and chewing it crisply.

The kid deflated and ran away crying with a wow.

"Marquis Yun doesn't have a wife, how can he be sure that husband and wife are birds of the same feather, and each flies separately in times of trouble." Han Jiao's joy was just shattered by others.

"Who said I didn't." Yun Que said as he chewed on his candy.

"Marquis Yun has taken a wife?" Han Jiao was surprised.

"Fingerlings, I saw them once when I was a child, and I don't know what they've grown into now."

"Keep the beautiful ones and rest the ugly ones." Han Jiao joked.

"How can you rest." Yun Que solemnly said, "The ugly ones are pulled out and fed to the dogs."

Han Jiao was just about to stand in awe when she immediately covered her forehead.

Marquis Yun was indeed still Marquis Yun, never so direct.

Suddenly the crowd across the street parted of its own accord.

At the end of the long street came a silhouette.

It was a young woman in a green dress, with pretty eyebrows, starry eyes and white teeth, a full-blown beauty, only her color was clear and cold, and she had a feeling of rejecting people.

The woman's long hair was stuck with an azure-colored flower hairpin, and when looked at closely it looked like a strange little sword, subtle and extraordinary.

The green-skirted woman with an excellent temperament was like a fairy descending to earth.

Her appearance eclipsed everyone on the long street, and people subconsciously shamed themselves, automatically dividing the sides to make way for the beauty.

"Beautiful!"

Han Jiao exclaimed from the bottom of her heart.

She already looked good enough to be called pretty, but she was so much worse than the others.

A young man wearing an azure brocade robe with narrow eyes chased after him from behind the green-skirted woman and smiled gently,

"Is Senior Sister Mu going to the workshop market, I'm also going to buy some things, so it just so happens that I'm on the same path."

The green-skirted woman's eyebrows knitted without trace, her footsteps not stopping.

"The opening of the Ten Thousand Ren Building is just around the corner, and with Senior Sister Mu's attainments in the Sword Dao, she'll definitely be able to achieve a notable ranking in this year's Sword Sonship Competition."

The blue-clothed youth talked and laughed as if he were a flower protector.

There were many pedestrians on the street, and all of them made way for the two young talents, except for the Hanshui Marquis, who had just come to the Imperial City and stood still.

"Let's make way." When Han Jiao saw that the other party was about to come closer, she hurriedly pulled down Yun Jiao's sleeve.

"Why do you have to give way to such a wide road?"

"People are masters of the Sword Palace."

"I'm still the Marquis of Yan, if I want to let it should be them who let it."

Yun Que didn't deliberately lower his voice when he spoke.

The long street of the Imperial City is very spacious, can run side by side horse carriages, even if you go a right opposite, everyone slightly sideways will walk through, why to the point of giving way.

The blue-clothed youth who had already arrived in front of him snorted a laugh after hearing the word Marquis and glanced arrogantly at Yun Yu,

"When the sword is in the street, the king and his vassals retreat."

These eight words are arrogant to the core!

But no one can refute it.

The supreme status of the Sword Palace granted the Sword Palace disciples pride, and Sword Son, as the best of the Sword Palace disciples, possessed even more arrogant qualifications!

There were many princes and lords in Yan, but not many sword sons in the Sword Palace.

Anyone who took it out could be called a heavenly pride!

Han Jiao had already been shocked by the other party's qi, obediently stepping aside and retreating to the side, but also a vigorous wink, so that Yun Jiao do not look for trouble to hurry to get out of the way.

"I'm sorry, but this marquis is not in the habit of giving way."

Yun Que laughed, his feet not moving at all.

People aren't crazy enough to be young mans!

Compared to the Hanshui Marquis of Yanmen Town, the other party counted a kick in the teeth.

The blue-clothed young man arrogantly said, "Do not let it is okay, we walk separately, death or injury is our own responsibility."

People's tone was full of threats.

And the one thing that Yun Que was most unaccustomed to hearing was threats.

Pointing to the path at his feet, Yun Que opened his mouth smilingly.

"What road is this?" Without needing the other party to answer, Yun Que said on his own, "The road of Yan."

Another pointed to the tree down the street.

"What kind of tree is that? The tree of Yan."

Finally, he pointed at the young man in blue.

"What are you? A man from Yan."

Yun Que's voice suddenly turned cold as he drank,

"Since you are from Yan, you should abide by the laws of Yan! If you have attacked the Marquis in the street, do you know your offense, you unruly people!"

From the previous casual lethargy, futilely transformed into the sound and color, the superior's qi pulled full.

The blue-clothed youth was staggered for an instant, his gaze became gloomy, and he said in a cold voice,

"So what if I'm a Marquis, I'm the fifth Sword Son of the East Courtyard, the Heavenly Pride of the Sword Palace!"

"Heh, fifth is also considered a heavenly pride, you're even thicker-skinned than this marquis."

"The Fifth Sword Son doesn't count as a heavenly pride? Good!"

The blue-clothed youth's anger surged as he introduced the green-skirted woman and said, "This is the Southern Court's number one Sword Son, Mu Qingyao! The top talent in the younger generation of the Sword Palace, a true pride of heaven, is it not considered a pride of heaven in your opinion!"

If Yun Que said that it counted, then he had lost out, and if he said that it didn't count, it was equivalent to offending Mu Qingyao.

The blue-clothed youth's mind could be considered malicious!

Hearing the three words Mu Qingyao, words of praise such as the daughter of the Mu family, a heavenly genius, and so on were constantly heard from the crowd on the street.

Han Jiao exclaimed offhandedly, "Flower Spirit Sword Mu Qingyao! The first disciple of the Sword Palace!"

The blue-clothed youth was satisfied with the crowd's reaction as he looked at Yun Que with a provocative gaze.

"Mak Ching Yao..."

Yun Que repeated this name that was both familiar and unfamiliar, and looked at the green-skirted woman with some surprise.

The corners of the blue-clothed youth's mouth curled up as he sent out a sound transmission formed with his sword qi.

"Don't look at the toad, you won't be able to eat someone else's swan meat even if you live a few more lifetimes, sooner or later, Mu Qingyao will be my plaything!"

Transmission of sound others can not hear, seemingly righteous gentleman-like blue-clothed youth, the surface is bright, in fact, the inner lewd and despicable.

"The First Sword Son is here, you should make way." The blue-clothed youth said smugly.

Instead of giving way, Yun Que held his head high.

"When a ruler and his subjects are on the same road, the subject gives way to the ruler; when a father and his son are on the same road, the son gives way to the father; when a husband and wife are on the same road, the wife gives way to the husband."

Facing the Sword Son Mu Qingyao, who was known as the first beauty of Yan, Yun Que uttered a shocking statement.

"Your husband is here, so don't let me out of the way."

The words came out and the room was filled with shock!

Jaws dropped!

The blue-clothed youth was directly dumbfounded and froze in place.

I've seen crazy, not this crazy!

It's no longer madness, it's a death wish!

Immediately after that, the blue-clothed youth was secretly happy in his heart and cast a look of pity on Yun Que as if he was looking at a dead person.

You can't take advantage of Mu Qingyao's cheapness!

This is a rule that all the disciples of the Sword Palace know, not only is she amazingly talented and beautiful, she is also a rose with thorns!

Keep away from the living!

Close is either death or injury!

Disgusted with the blue-clothed youth borrowing her name to deter pedestrians, Mu Qingyao had planned to leave on her own, but when she heard this obvious flirtatious remark, her pretty face sunk slightly.

Stretching out her scallion-white five fingers, the flower-shaped hairpin in her long hair immediately changed into a strange flying sword.

There was no bullshit, just straight down the line!

Destroying someone's reputation in the street is a great shame for an ordinary woman, not to mention that Mu Qingyao is a proud daughter of the heavens who is so high up in the world.

Han Jiao was scared silly.

How could she not expect Yun Que to make such a ridiculous move, in her opinion the next moment the Hanshui Marquis would surely splatter his blood and die on the spot!

Yun Que settled down as usual and greeted the sword light to announce himself.

"This marquis is from Yanmen Town, surname Yun, first name Lack."

Yun Que of two ordinary words, at this moment as if there is some kind of strange magic, whistling to the flying sword hard stop in mid-air!

The tip of the sword was just before Yun Que's brow, and he could smell the ghostly fragrance from the flying sword.

"Smells good."

Yun Que the pompous intoxication to say, like a prodigal son who was molesting a good family.

Mu Qingyao was as if she had been cast in a fixation spell, the whole person was stunned on the street, her beautiful eyes losing focus for a moment.

After a long time, this Sword Palace's Southern Academy's First Sword Son missed his body in silence, and actually bypassed Yun Que and walked away quickly.

It was equivalent to really giving way to Yun Que!

The blue-clothed youth who was waiting to see how Yun Que would die had his jaw dropped and his eyes glazed over at this moment.

His three views suffered a strong distortion.

It's as if the white, pure swan had originally lived in a toad's pond.

People don't even need to eat any swan meat, because the whole swan, it's a toad!