Seeing that Princess Bingqing actually pulled out her sword and stabbed her in a decent manner.

Yang Ruoqing was slightly startled.

No wonder the princess is so crazy, she is actually talented?

Look at her sword move and the position of her footwork.

It was obviously guided by professionals.

It's enough to bully other defenseless people, or weak women who can only scream.

Want to bully her Yang Ruoqing?

That’s really not enough!

Even if my aunt stands here and lets you prick her, you won't be able to prick her right.

He saw Yang Ruoqing standing there, with one hand behind her back and the other hanging by her side.

His eyes were fixed and he didn't know how to move his feet.

Bingqing felt secretly happy.

Haha, are you scared now?

It's too late, this princess will not accept begging for mercy!

"Yang Ruoqing, you should die!"

Bing Qing snorted coldly, then performed a so-called "Flying Flowers and Fluttering Willows" move, and stabbed Yang Ruoqing.

Seeing that the cold peak was about to touch Yang Ruoqing's face.

Over there, the leading guard sent by Qi Xingyun was horrified.

It was a lie to go out on patrol, but it was true that the master asked them to protect Miss Yang Zhouquan.

If Miss Yang makes any mistakes, she can't explain it to her master!

The leader of the guards wanted to pull away to save Yang Ruoqing, but the leader of the soldiers beside Princess Bingqing immediately noticed his intention.

His feet slipped, blocking the way of the leader of the guards.

When the blades meet, each one has his own master.

The two girls are here.

From the corner of Bingqing's eyes, he caught the movements of the respective guards.

A glimmer of satisfaction flashed across her eyes, and the sword in her hand took a step closer.

She was about to stab Yang Ruoqing's face, and she was about to scratch that face that made her a little jealous...

At this moment, Bingqing found that the tip of the sword in his hand could not advance even half an inch.

Only two inches away from Yang Ruoqing's nose, she paused there.

Only then did Bingqing see that it was Yang Ruoqing who had stretched out two fingers.

Clamped the sword blade.

Bingqing was annoyed and poured all his strength into the arm holding the sword.

With a squeak, he pushed the sword out again.

The sword remained motionless.

"You're good at holding chopsticks, but you want to learn how to use a sword? I think you'd better save it!"

Yang Ruoqing sneered, and with a flick of her wrist, the entire sword in Bingqing's hand was in her hand.

Bingqing's hands were empty, and anger rose to the ground.

"Dare you steal my sword? I'll fight you!"

She shouted in a low voice and once again clenched her fists to attack Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing raised her leg and kicked Bingqing firmly on her belly.

Kicked her two meters away.

Yang Ruoqing glanced over and landed on Bingqing, who was struggling to get up.

"Your sword? Do you know anything about swords? My aunt is going to show you what a sword is!"

After hearing the words, Yang Ruoqing raised her arms.

The sword danced like a sword in her hand.

Under the moon, there was a cold, blue light.

"Princess, watch carefully!"

She chuckled, stretched out her arms and legs, and her body suddenly transformed into a baby bird.

The body is light and agile.

The force of the sword is both hard and soft.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

"Chachacha..."

The sword seemed to be given life in her hand and became agile.

The heart moves at will, and the sword and man become one.

Her hair danced lightly, her skirt flew up, and the sword light wrapped around her body, picking up the fallen leaves on the ground.

Under the moon, another scene appears in the dazzling dance.

Chic, straightforward, casual.

It's not as rigid and rigid as Princess Bingqing's sword.

Yang Ruoqing draws her sword, which makes people feel bohemian, yet so beautiful that they can't take their eyes away.

However, this beautiful scene was broken by a sharp scream from Princess Bingqing.

Everyone followed the sound and took a look and were dumbfounded.

Princess Bingqing's waterfall-like long hair was actually cut in half from the middle.

The one on the left is still hanging down by the ear like a waterfall, and the one on the right is chattering like the straw roots left in the rice fields after the autumn harvest.

One of Princess Bingqing's ears was exposed, and there was a pearl earring on her earlobe.

There is no hair as a foil, and half of the bluish-white scalp can even be seen. It looks like a lama from the Western Regions, funny.

"Yang Ruoqing, you, how dare you cut my hair?"

Bingqing looked at the pile of hair falling from her body, and then touched the cold half of her head, she was so angry that she went crazy.

The sword in Yang Ruoqing's hand was placed on Bingqing's shoulder with a clang.

His eyes fell condescendingly on Bingqing's face.

"Luo Bingqing, I'm warning you, don't be so cowardly as my aunt."

"This time I'm cutting off your hair, and next time, I'm cutting off your ears!"

Yang Ruoqing's voice was cold and without any warmth.

Bingqing was filled with rage when she heard this.

She sat on the ground with a sword on her shoulders. She wanted to move but didn't dare.

She screamed sharply: "Yang Ruoqing, are you so brave that you dare to insult this princess like this?"

"Do you know that my father is Prince Nan, the sworn brother of the current Holy Emperor..."

Yang Ruoqing sneered, with a look of indifference.

"My aunt is making a fuss, and the emperor doesn't even give me any respect, so who is your father?"

"Yang Ruoqing, you are so stubborn, I will copy your nine clans!"

"Okay, that aunt will kill you now!"

After saying this, Yang Ruoqing moved her wrist and made a move to assassinate her.

"Don't……"

"Do not kill me……"

Bingqing cried in fright, her voice was trembling, and her body was shaking into a ball.

"Do not kill me!"

Tears welled up in her eyes.

The arrogant momentum collapsed in an instant.

He didn't dare to look directly into Yang Ruoqing's eyes.
To be continued...