Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 14: Flame in the sky

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The moment the small body plunged into his arms and was hugged by Meng Fuyao, the dagger also stabbed at Meng Fuyao's heart silently.

The dagger that cuts gold and breaks jade, undefended Meng Fuyao.

The dagger is a peerless treasure, and the dagger is very poisonous. As long as you lightly cut a trace of oily skin, this little life will be reimbursed.

What’s worse is that the front part of the dagger is split, and the finger pushes it is like a rainy cow hair poison needle. The middle of the dagger is pushed by an organic spring. When it touches it, it flies out of the blue barking thorn, the dagger body and the handle. There is also a chain connected in between, which can control the length at any time, and the dagger handle is hollow, as long as it is impacted by any external force, it will immediately explode and hurt the human body.

In other words, this is an assassination tool that integrates daggers, concealed weapons, explosives and poisons. It is specially used to deal with powerful opponents. It is inevitable to hurt a little bit, and that little bit is a life.

Meng Fuyao changed four methods in an instant, poking and tapping, but she also felt helplessly, no matter which method, unless she still had a hand, otherwise Tang Yiguang was still out of the palm. It is impossible to solve the dagger completely without harm.

The child is too close to her.

The dagger was too close to her.

Meng Fuyao sighed, and flashed his finger across.

The consequences...I can't care about it.

A hand suddenly stretched out, gently and cleverly clipped.

It's just that simple folder.

The gestures are so superb that it is as difficult as reaching the sky.

The five fingers of the hand are highly used in an instant. The **** of the thumb clicks the index finger and the ring finger can be used to poke the little finger. Even each knuckle of each finger is staggered and bounced. The fingers move only in the blink of an inch. One, there are more than ten kinds of changes. One point of the thumb will pinch the front section of the fork, the **** will push the middle section of the spring away, and the flick of the knuckle will block the key of the spring. Going back, the ring finger poked between the dagger and the handle, and the little finger hooked the chain around the handle, blocking the lead, making Tang Yiguang unable to trigger the explosive.

As precise as the pinnacle, the dazzling and subtle gestures.

A pair of hands that are unparalleled in the world.

Only one person in the world has such hands and gestures.

He has been immersed in medicine all his life and is known as the sage of medicine. He has made the world's finest masks with fake and real human skins. He has trained the treasure pill that gathers the essence of thousands of treasures in the world. He has mastered the most exquisite heat. The most difficult precision surgery.

All these require a pair of fine and dexterous hands that are superior to everyone.

Zong Yue.

He was very sudden, but it seemed that he should have been there. The white shadow appeared in a flash. With his hand that could save countless lives and overturn countless lives, he caught the most dangerous one in the world. The dagger, then, was thrown into the **** outside the palace.

Tang Yiguang was naturally already crouched under Meng Fuyao's feet--since Zong Yue had helped her solve the danger of the dagger, Tang Yiguang naturally solved the matter in minutes.

Meng Fuyao doesn't care about Tang Yiguang, he only looks up at the man in white clothes and lips like cherry blossoms in front of him. He is still so dazzling with muscles and bones, and as light and elegant as the deep snow in the mountains. He looks like a handful in the deep night. Meng Fuyao looked at the world-stained snow for a long while as if he didn't know him, then smiled, and said: "You are finally willing to take off that **** mask."

Zong Yue looked at her faintly--he took off his dark enchanting mask, not only his hair color, eyes and lips were restored to the same color as before, but his temper seemed to have returned to the original Zong Yue, and he was still so poisonous when he opened his mouth: If you don’t reveal it, it’s better than wearing that woman’s mask."

Meng Fuyao stared at his eyes, curiously said: "Nothing else, how did the eyes change color? I can't figure it out."

"I can't figure it out, when did you find it?" Zong Yue didn't answer the question.

Meng Fuyao smiled wryly, not wanting to tell him that what he discovered was really early, very early. He found out when he met him in the palace and helped him apply medicine.

At that time, he should have a protective leather thing on his body, so the rocket did not cause much damage to him. His scars showed moderate burns instead of severe burns. Before applying the medicine himself, he opened himself , Just to take off that layer of protection, and when she applied the medicine that night, she found that his skin color was different from the time she saw him undressing. Later, she remembered that she watched the dark charm **** in the secret room that night, and the candle light shone in the shadows. The skin tone in the middle is chromatic aberration.

She didn't think very clearly at the time, but she had that dream that night. Master Yuan Bao was playing with a mask in front of her. The light and shadow dazzled her, and she realized it when she woke up.

And she never believed that Yi Zong Yue’s strength would be easily taken away by Xuanyuan Sheng. Moreover, between Dark Mei and Zong Yue, although their temperament and appearance were completely different, many details were similar. For example, the habit of cleanliness that she has been tempting, the sense of mask that was lifted by her fingertips, and her proficiency in medicine. For example, the emperor who hangs himself on the night is probably to wait for him. As a result, she rushed out without knowing it. The reason why he got the arrow was purely to save her, otherwise he had taken over with Xuanyuanmin that night and left safely.

So, it is Zong Yue who is really affected.

Since Meng Fuyao has figured this out, with her temperament, how could she abandon her clan any more? No matter what, she will help to the end, whether you want it or not, she only does what she thinks she should do.

Zong Yue needs to stay in the palace and discuss with Xuanyuanmin about plans to deal with Xuanyuansheng at any time, so she went to be the queen.

Zong Yue and Xuanyuanmin used each other and defended each other, so she helped to warn Xuanyuanmin.

The relationship map and list that Xuanyuanmin brought out were all Zong Yue's. She naturally knew that she had hidden power for many years. Once she counterattacked with all her strength, Zong Yue's preparations were already sufficient.

If she guessed correctly, the fake Zongyue who was taken abducted by Xuanyuan Sheng is also an unavoidable assassin.

Actually, her goal and Zong Yue didn't seem to be exactly the same... Meng Fuyao smiled lightly, she habitually grabbed the throne and power, but Zong Yue's first goal was only to kill Xuanyuan Sheng himself.

She didn’t know what Zong Yue’s original plan was, but Zong Yue’s plan definitely did not include the use of King Han and Shang Yuan to exert pressure on Xuanyuan. That would likely cause disaster for Xuanyuan. For Zong Yue, a native of Xuanyuan, More and more speaking, internal seizure of power can come from anywhere, but collusion with foreign enemies is absolutely impossible.

So... let her do it.

As for the future, the most critical and important fight against BOSS, she has no need to intervene anymore. That is the life and death enmity between Prince Wen Yi and the regent. This enmity is left to Zong Yue, who has been painstakingly and forbearing for many years.

"The next thing is your own business." Meng Fuyao took out the palace information map Xuanyuanyun gave her a few days ago, "Actually I think you should have something similar in your own hands, but I am I like troubles, if you don’t need it, that’s your business."

Zong Yue took it, held it in his palm, and suddenly said, "Actually, I never thought of being an emperor."

Meng Fuyao said "Yes": "I think so, but...I like to be troublesome."

Zong Yue smiled silently, watching her lower her eyelashes, and said nothing.

The deepest things in the hearts of the two people both chose not to speak out.

For a long while, Meng Fuyao lowered his head, frowned at the weeping ball under his feet, and said: "I haven't crying yet, why are you crying?"

"Woo...A sixth brother is dying..." Tang Yiguang hugged Meng Fuyao's feet and cried, "I can't save him..."

Meng Fuyao caress her forehead... It is obvious that she is a victim, why now it looks like she owes the assassin Tang Yiguang?

Tang Yiguang was still crying, and wiped all her nose and tears on the corners of her clothes, "Why don't you die... If you don't die, Brother A Liu will die..."

"..."

Meng Fu twitched the corners of his mouth, picked her up, stared at her cat-like crying face for a long time, and sighed helplessly.

Do you really want to kill her? This traumatic mentally retarded child with an IQ age of only four years?

She looked at Zongyue hesitantly, wanting to get some constructive advice from him, Zongyue folded her arms and looked at the sky, only saying: "I only tell you that her lack of mind is true."

Of course it is true. Meng Fuyao rolled his eyes. Couldn't he really hide the eyes of her and Zong Yue? Doesn't it really make her unguarded, so close to her body at the last minute? Isn't it true that at such a moment when the tree is about to fall and the hunger is about to disperse, still perform the task without hesitation?

Because she was really mentally insufficient, the regent chose her.

That...Who is Brother Six? Isn't it Zong Yue? Wouldn't a fake Zong Yue who had been taken captive harm Xuanyuan Yun and Tang Yiguang, right? Meng Fuyao looked at Zong Yue suspiciously, and Zong Yue immediately said: "What are you looking at me? Is it possible that I have something to do with this little idiot?"

Meng Fuyao smiled suddenly and said: "Since it has nothing to do with you, I am not welcome."

She patted Tang Yiguang Tianling with a palm.

"Hold on!"

Meng Fuyao's palm rested on top of Tang Yi's bald head. He didn't let go or fell. He smiled and said, "It really is you."

In the dark, the emperor, a brightly colored actor, slowly emerged.

He looked at Meng Fuyao with a weird expression, and then at Tang Yiguang who was still wailing, his eyes changed and the black light flowed, those eyes were full of nostalgia, melancholy, sadness, and helplessness... They were full of wanting to be spoken but they were already used to silence Or cover up the mind.

He went over for a long while, squatted down and hugged the child, touched her head, and said softly: "Brother A Liu's horse is the largest in the sunset pasture. How can you ride it?" /

Tang Yiguang suddenly shook, stopped crying immediately, raised his tearful face, sobbed and said: "The little white horse killed my father, he won't let me ride."

"Well," Xuanyuanmin took out his fragrant Jinpa, carefully wiped her teary and sweaty face, and said softly: "I will ride a horse in the future, Brother A Liu will ride with you, don't you Will fall down."

"Are you Brother A Liu?" Tang Yiguang stopped crying, and looked at him seriously, with a red nose and murmured and asked, "Brother A Liu is not as tall as you, not as colorful as you..."

Meng Fuyao burst out laughing, rubbing his nose after laughing, and turning around.

Why does she suddenly feel sour?

The youngest son of the king of remote towns, was selected to be the puppet emperor in Beijing. The little daughter of the guards of the border town desperately chased after him the day he left. Her little white horse was killed. She went to ride her The horse left behind by Brother A Liu.

Then she fell. From then on, her world was no longer moving forward. Everything was as light as frost on window paper. Only the fuzzy, her sixth brother.

Twelve years.

He sang the drunken concubine lonely in the palace of loneliness, and she stood by the little boy at the age of four forever.

A pair of bleak childhood playmates, a lonely portrayal of the royal family's bitter life.

Tang Yiguang looked at the colorful Xuanyuanmin, suddenly wiped a hand from his face, and wiped Xuanyuanmin's face with tears from one hand, Xuanyuanmin stayed still, and the water under his eyes was shining, letting the child fill his face with snacks The crumbly hand wiped off his actor makeup.

Rouge, snail, lip gloss, pearl powder, crimson eyeliner, pink lips, indigo, long eyebrows, agar skin...those flashy and gorgeous camouflage wiped away from the girl’s tearful palms, revealing a handsome and pale look Youth appearance.

Tang Yiguang rushed over.

In the arms of Brother A's six twelve years ago.

He left on the spring day with the grass and drove away her six brothers in a carriage. Her story would always stop at the last chasing moment. At the last glance, from a horse taller than two bodies As the child went up and down, his eyes reflected the spring grass like smoke in the desert of the vast border city of thousands of miles.

From then on, she only remembered their sunset racecourse, their little white flowers and **** biao, remember the little girl and the little boy playing, she watched the sunset on his shoulder, and when she was tired, she slept on his shoulder, night star When the moon rose, he hugged her back, and the corners of his robe swept across the fields, covered with faintly fragrant night dew.

Years later, she became his imperial concubine, sitting in the jade gate of the golden palace and eating snacks thinking of her sixth brother, the regent said that if he became a concubine, she would pay back her sixth brother, and kill the queen and you Six brothers are together.

The queen is very good, but there is nothing more important than Brother A Liu.

Tang Yiguang rubbed herself on Xuanyuanmin's shoulders, crying heartbreakingly, Xuanyuanmin hugged her and glanced at Meng Fuyao obliquely.

Meng Fuyao grinned at him and said: "The murderer is dead."

Xuanyuanmin was still staring at her, and said for a while: "Don't you just worry about me?"

He held Tang Yiguang and stood up slowly, and said: "If you can win, I won't fight, I will take her away, and give me a free prince to do it."

Meng Fuyao smiled: "Are you willing?"

"What if you are reluctant to give up, what?" Xuanyuanmin's habitual winnowing winks, "You dragged the owner and dragged the west, it is the whole Xuanyuansheng, in fact, it is also to knock the mountain and shake the tiger, otherwise kill Xuanyuansheng, A Yue You have done it a long time ago, you don’t need to spend so much, you deliberately solve the two of us at once."

"No way." Meng Fuyao smiled, "Your Majesty, you make me very vigilant, you are too tolerant, too able to pretend, too have a city, I think you are a scourge, but you can't stay in any scourge."

Xuanyuanmin snorted and said: "You two, one has penetrated the courtiers firmly, the other has simply cross-linked the outside world, I am trapped in the deep palace and the emperor of the light pole, from the beginning to the end, I am an information transmitter and Under the guise, even the people around you are from Xuanyuan Yue, so what can I do?"

Meng Fuyao is silent, thinking that you are now being killed by the two of me, but if the throne sect does not do it for you in the end, you can't guarantee it with the explosive energy that you have endured for many years. It was another Xuanyuansheng.

Calculate your knowledge of current affairs.

Xuanyuanmin picked up the Doraemon who tied his neck and didn't let go, and shook her slowly, saying: "It's nothing...what I want in the end is freedom..."

He squinted his eyes, his expression longing for a long tone: "The grasslands of the sunset racecourse must be more beautiful next spring, right? Those clematis, cherry blossoms, lilies, alfalfa... red, yellow, purple, and green. It's so far away, the sky is so far away, and you can't see your head, I screamed, and the three mountains are yelling after you...hehe...it's good, I'm tired of the four palace walls, I'm tired of singing in low voices Song, I'm fed up... fed up..."

The Thousand Miles Horse Farm, the vast grassland, the fragrance of flowers in the memory of many years. The children on the grassland twelve years ago will finally cross this dark palace wall with a smile and walk towards the dream hometown step by step.

He passed Meng Fuyao with such a dreamy expression. When he passed her, he suddenly tilted his head and said in a very low and very low voice: "King Meng Han, you want to help A Yueduo with such a big hand. Is it really just because I am afraid that I will harm him if I gain power?"

Meng Fuyao was shocked, but Xuanyuanmin laughed, staggered and walked away.

Meng Fuyao went silent.

Some thoughts are hidden in the deepest part, thinking that only oneself understands it. Who knows that even Xuanyuanmin, an outsider, knows, not to mention the Qingming in his heart Zong Yue.

She suddenly felt embarrassed and didn't want to stay in front of Zong Yue anymore, and hurriedly said: "I will go out of the palace to breathe."

Zong Yue didn't move, watching her disappear outside the palace wall as if fleeing, for a long while, a desolate smile appeared.

The smile is that the moon is rising, but the stars are not yet bright, so it is so lonely and high in the sky.

...Shuyao.

You used such a complicated way...reject me.

I want to be a travel doctor of Xianyunyehe, and I will always be by your side when I get upset, but you would rather push me to the throne of the beautiful jade enclosure, and use the responsibility of a country to restrain my freedom to chase you .

In fact, you don't need to bother so much.

Enough of the complicated days of dual identities, wandering in darkness and light, in front of you, I just want to be the simplest person.

The easiest way to love you.

Even if you give me, the simplest rejection.

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The natural imperial trader Meng family, for the safety of the poisonous man once and for all, he was very helpful to cut off the regent’s wings and force him to leave Xuanyuanmin to pave the way for the throne. Zong Yue left her to toss, anyway he really wanted to. There is only one thing to do, kill Xuanyuan Sheng.

Although Xuanyuansheng’s wings were removed, the forces in Kunming were not all gone. He has been in power for many years, is a good hand in political affairs, and knows the importance of military power. In such a bad situation, the 30,000 soldiers of the Jingying camp still have control In his hands, the three thousand iron guards in his mansion are also truly elite.

If the suppression of the territory by the foreign army is just a bravado involving the military, a fierce battle in Kunjing is truly inevitable.

The method adopted by Zong Yue is to loosen outside and tighten inside and gradually close.

Xuanyuan Sheng controlled and suppressed all underground forces in the country. Zong Yue established underground forces in other countries as a medical saint. He would not refuse any request for medical treatment from the imperial family of the Wuzhou Continent, and he would only exchange his office for him. All conveniences needed.

He has the most rigorous intelligence network, the most sophisticated and powerful weapons, a small but most sophisticated combat team-all adopted in childhood, trained in iron and blood in the ice and snow of the northern plains of the most severe weather, and impregnated with drugs With bronze skin and iron bones, it is also the largest assassination organization under the first killer Anmei, using the assassination of the Seven Kingdoms to exercise the actual combat experience of killing.

Just like himself, he is like a snow-saving person during the day, and a murderous person at night. Those killers are also hidden among the most ordinary people, maybe a young woman selling flowers, or an old man picking wontons , A flower in the flower basket is a life, and the long sword covered with blood is hidden in the shoulder of the wonton.

Long-term tolerance, one blow will kill.

For two years, Zong Yue has slowly penetrated the most elite subordinates into Xuanyuan in various ways. It was only last year that Xuanyuan celebrated its birthday. Among the royal guests from various countries, he was regarded as The method of private substitution brought in and stayed in Xuanyuan.

Let the little princess see him, it was deliberately leaked, when Xuanyuan Sheng captured "Zong Yue", the final plan was launched immediately.

The primary goal: Holy Palace.

While Meng Fuyao used his harem to stir up the Xuanyuan party dispute, Zong Yue's long sword was already pointing in another direction. His first thing was to cut off Xuanyuan Sheng's real sharp claws and wings-a secret organization dedicated to Xuanyuan Sheng to monitor courtiers, arrest and investigate, inspect and interrogate, and privately suppress disobedient officials.

More than half a month after Meng Fuyao rushed to Kunjing, Huguo Temple, and looked for him in the Regent’s Mansion, Zong Yue had already used the cut face of the envoy of the Holy Palace to get involved in the southern suburbs of Kunjing. The holy palace’s lair, the next thing is to use assassination to deal with assassination, and to suppress it with cruelty.

After destroying the holy palace and removing the high-pressure threat above Baiguan’s head, it is possible to get in touch with the nostalgic old ministers and generals, and cross-link and collude without scruples.

There was an accident in the Holy Palace. Xuanyuan Sheng's first reaction was to Xuanyuanmin's suspicion. Only then did he make a intensive post-election move. Unfortunately, he was unlucky and met Meng Fuyao, a power grabbing professional.

Meng Fuyao was an unplanned change from Zong Yue. His original plan was to link up with a hundred officials and impeach the regent and his minions in the suspected case of Prince Wen Yi. According to Xuanyuan's rules, he was involved in the impeachment of six officials above the third grade. Even if you don’t want to deal with the crime of rebellion, you should temporarily suspend your duties and think about it, and wait for the Dali Temple and the Metropolitan Procuratorate to conduct a thorough investigation. Of course, Zong Yue does not expect Xuanyuan Sheng to surrender his power, but as long as he is amidst the voices of the domestic With a slight concession and a gesture of being closed for investigation, Zong Yue can immediately cut off his contact with several of his arms, kick open his house, cut off his people, and take a step back. Even if he brazenly changes the law, After the day passed, he was not willing to think about it. At least the few important ministers had to think about it symbolically to explain it. Then, he would be able to play around—the bronze walls and iron walls of the regent’s house, not the academician’s house.

There are all overwhelming hands, all with inexhaustible conspiracy, but now, different paths are the same, no need to worry about what is better, just waiting for the knife to go in and out.

On the 29th of the twelfth lunar month of the 12th year of Xuanyuan Zhaoning, the regent issued a warrant urgently to mobilize the Beijing army to suppress the anti-water Xiping county king, and mobilize the capital of the capital to purge the opposition camp.

He is also a generation of heroes. When he finds that the enemy is dark, he will push himself into a blind spot, and he will be desperate to get his salary.

Politics can only respond with iron and blood when it cannot be tender.

The capital city guard, like a wolf and a tiger, gallops with horseshoes, rolling up the sky and dust on the long street, rushing and arrogantly, pushing towards Kunjing City with a murderous intent, every house is closed, every household closes their stalls, watching through the cracks in the door With the brightly armored soldiers, with swords and swords, they rushed into the official residences of the tall buildings in the deep alleys.

However, when the feet in military boots just stepped on the threshold of entry, they immediately shook, and then a soldier came out with blood.

The soldier smashed faster than he rushed. He seemed to be pounded by some ferocious force. While the blood spurted out wildly, it also knocked over the companion behind him again and again. Then there was a small black in front of him. The arrows scattered all around, and the strength of each arrow was unimaginable, and each arrow flew out, and it was necessary to pass through three people.

The one who rushed the fastest, died the fastest. In an instant, dozens of corpses were in front of the minister's house.

Immediately after everyone stopped in horror, the door opened, and a sturdy man in black came out of the door. His face was often ordinary, but his temperament was like a sword. Everyone was holding a peculiar crossbow-like object in his hands. The iron-colored forest shone in the winter sun.

If you know the goods, you will probably be exclaimed at this moment--this is the "dropping ball crossbow" developed by Xuanji's most famous military craftsman that can fire eighteen arrows.

This crossbow is expensive to make and hard to find. Even the Xuanji with it can't be equipped in large quantities in the king's army.

In the hands of these people, a handful of them, carelessly holding them, with a clasp of their fingers, they fell down like a large piece of life.

A crossbow dedicated to long-range killing operations, used to kill the enemy in street fighting, is simply abnormal.

The guards of the capital city were all strung into grasshopper-like deaths.

No one is willing to use flesh and blood to resist the devil-like war weapon. After his companion was killed for a hundred in an instant, the capital city yelled and escaped. At the same time, there were screams and screams everywhere. The sound, from the scattered residences of the ministers, scattered like black ants, the capital guards of the capital, rushing to the streets in a panic, even if the chiefs even shout and drink can not contain the chaos, and behind them rushing hurriedly, there are beards The whitish veterans came up out of breath, poking their buttocks fiercely with crutches: "I'm not a son of man! Duh!"

The clear sky was splattered with blood and chaos. The men in black were always holding crossbows, watching coldly, and then all raised their heads, listening to a whistle from above their heads.

With this sound, the men holding the crossbows all turned over, crossed the high walls of the various mansions, and went straight to the regent's palace!

The front of the Prince Regent’s mansion is still tight with iron walls, but the front door is stained with blood, meat is everywhere, traces of burnt gunpowder, and some corpses that have not been dragged away are discarded everywhere-just now, the king of Xiping County led His king army and the 10,000 capital army under his control, after a heavy siege, fought all the way to the place three feet before the regent palace-that was the shortest distance he could reach Xuanyuan Sheng in his life.

Just three feet away, when the king of Xiping County was happily leaping to command his subordinates to carry out the "final attack", the iron-black exterior wall of the palace suddenly turned over, revealing the black cannon, and one wall fell. Three gun bodies!

The king of Xiping, who only prepared for street battles, never thought that Xuanyuansheng would actually build his palace into a city? The cannon blasted, wailing.

The highest palace in the palace is also the highest in Kunjing. The windows on all sides of the Lintian building suddenly opened, and numerous bows and crossbows were erected, covering 360 degrees without interruption, the king of Xiping County , A large number of people died under the arrow.

Above the fourth floor, the bows and crossbows were fired, and below the fourth floor, the thunder bombs exploded, dragging a dark arc in the night sky, and harvesting a bright red when landing.

And on the top of the tall building, the gentle and elegant regent's robe crown, hands against the window, looking down with a sneer.

Quinjing bleeds, and only then did he enter the real *.

At the moment Xuanyuan Sheng was forced to retreat from the Xiping County King, Zong Yue also appeared in front of the Prince Regent's Mansion.

He is still in white clothes like snow, his lips are like cherry blossoms, and he rides a light white horse lightly, floating over like a pearl on the cloud.

He was stationed in front of the mansion gate, raised his head, and was meeting Xuanyuan Sheng's gaze.

More than ten years apart, a pair of life and death feuds separated by generations, it took you more than ten years to attack and defend, and the silent life and death battles were carried out non-stop day by day, but until today, Only then really face the opposite.

Xuanyuan Sheng's eyes narrowed like a poisoned arrow.

Zong Yue only raised his head faintly, looking at it without any expression, unlike looking at an enemy he had spent more than ten years trying to calculate, but like looking at the flowers in his flower garden-in the daytime , He cherishes them, and at night his boots stained with blood, but often step on the delicate flowers without mercy.

Across the **** grievances that have been buried for more than ten years, the unspattered black fireworks mixed with gunpowder, and the tall buildings with copper walls and iron walls, they looked at each other for a moment, and then moved away.

Xuanyuansheng raised his arm--he wanted to use his richly equipped weapons in the Lintian Tower to kill these overpowered ants.

Zong Yue just flicked his fingers lightly.

He launched his offensive.

His offensive started from within the palace!

"Boom!"

A loud noise unveiled the last life and death battle between Xuanyuan Sheng and Xuanyuan Yue, and unveiled the **** ending of Prince Wen Yi's slaughter many years ago.

The bombers will always bomb them!

After the loud noise, black smoke burst out from below Lintian Tower, Lintian Tower shook slightly, and then the shaking became larger and larger. The black smoke rose higher and higher, and gradually enveloped half of the tall building. In the middle, the flames mingled with the bright red demon dance constantly swallowed the sturdy building. Worse still, because most of the hidden weapons in the building were gunpowder weapons, this shocking explosion was tantamount to a reminder. , As the fire burned, there were constant crackling sounds. Those exploded muskets, rockets and mines shot around with the flames, aggravating the damage and taking away lives. The guards upstairs kept crying and falling down. Fall into the fire and be burned alive.

Three thousand iron armors came from all over the mansion to fight the fire, but found that they were exploding all the way, the ground was opened, the houses were blown down, the trees were blown down, and people were constantly being swallowed and blown by the red and black fire that suddenly bloomed under their feet. Death, on the road from the front door of the mansion to Lintian Tower, there are dead bodies and broken limbs everywhere.

The guards dispersed in exclamation, and gradually discovered that the explosion curve was extended. From the beginning to the end, they only exploded on the road leading to Lintian Tower. There was only one intention, to cut off the rescue. They looked at each other and stopped, not understanding how the explosion was. Can explode so fiercely in the impregnable palace of defense.

Zong Yue raised his hand and replaced the arrows of the people in black with rockets, adding fuel to the fire!

The horrible howl became more intense. Above the tall buildings, Xuanyuan Sheng could no longer maintain his calmness. He suddenly turned around and tried to go downstairs. From a distance, he could still see his shock and confusion. Zong Yueyao watched. Still unmoving, only the corners of the eyebrows and eyes gave off an indifferent ridiculous smile-without him, just perseverance.

Xuanyuansheng’s palace has always been known as the Iron Mansion. Not only is it difficult for outsiders to enter, but the defense is also impervious to water. He moved the palace’s residences from all sides, leaving only a layer of courtyard walls and countless guards. He even He personally designed a small pendant to warn when there was a vibration underground to prevent someone from digging a tunnel and sneaking into the palace. He was already well prepared.

However, Xuanyuan Sheng still made a fatal mistake. In order to better control the forbidden Xuanyuan Sheng, he closely connected his palace to the palace, which is equivalent to opening another door to his guard wall. Iron is hard to permeate, but there are too many opportunities in the palace to do tricks, especially when the other party is deliberate, at all costs.

Ten years ago, the guard who betrayed the fleeing Zong Yue, caused his loyal servant to be skinned, and caused him to hide in a deep well. He was "unintentionally" bitten to death by a snake, and his family fell into trouble. His child was killed by an old widow. Adopted and grew up to make a living, the child entered the palace and became a eunuch.

With this background, the imperial palace secretary, who was particularly strict at the time, let him into the palace without any doubt. Later, because of his loyalty and cleverness, he was selected to serve by the emperor.

This child, when he was adopted by an old widow, "meeted" a thief who was good at digging tunnels and stealing. He learned the skills of digging tunnels with him. After he came out of the teacher, he repeatedly tried to use this method to support his family, but he was beaten repeatedly. He had a swollen nose and swollen face. He also tried small business, coolies, etc. to support himself and his wife, but I don’t know why, his luck in his life was very bad, he lost money every time in business, and people often found faults in coolies, and finally he was really helpless. , Only to be an eunuch.

After he became the emperor, there were still people investigating his life, until it was confirmed that this man was really an ordinary, miserable child who had no luck and left him with Xuanyuanmin.

This kid is Xiao An.

The life of this child being manipulated is one of Zong Yue's entire ten-year huge plan to deal with Xuanyuan Sheng.

Xiao Ann has toiled for his "adoptive mother" all his life, and his "adoptive mother" spent his entire life asking him to do one thing well.

Dig tunnels.

Serving the emperor during the day, and digging tunnels quietly at night. The early stage was better. Later, when he dug into the palace, Xiao An became more and more silent. Almost every shovel took half an hour, and sometimes he only digs out for a whole night. A finger-long distance.

It took him three years to dig this tunnel. The time when Meng Fuyao was accepted by the palace, he had just completed this task.

As for the later reinforcement of the tunnel, to prevent water seepage, filling the tunnel with explosives, etc., others will do it.

For people like Xiao An, Zong Yue "trained" a group.

Those betrayers who fell into trouble against Prince Wen Yi back then, and those who had taken refuge in the regent early, were brought into his sight early, but he did not kill, only controlled them for a long time, and kept them in the future as a pass to approach Xuanyuansheng .

Xuanyuan Sheng doubted everything, but never thought that Zong Yue would use people in his camp to infiltrate him.

This is the choice of the real strong-not to be quick, just look at the long-term benefits.

As long as Xuanyuan Sheng can be killed, how can you care about the sins of those who belong to him?

Zong Yue smiled faintly, the blood and fire in front of him were infinite, and his white clothes were spotless.

He is tired of blood, tired of the life of walking through the dark and daylight, he thinks that after today, he can really be the clean doctor who loves flowers, treat diseases, save people, and wash away the blood-stained ones in the golden basin Hand, clean and worry about the woman who loves to fight, but she pushed him another way, and he will continue to kill from now on.

So, so be it.

He raised his head tiredly, looking at the burning Lintian Building in the black smoke, the building will burn Xuanyuansheng's clothes and decided to fly downstairs, smiling faintly.

He raises his sleeves and counts: one, two, three...

"Boom!"

Xuanyuan Sheng, who was speeding halfway, suddenly planted and fell heavily to the ground, but was hung by a cornice at the corner of the fourth floor.

There were all thunder bombs on that floor, burning and exploding most intensely, bursting out like red fire meteors, and quickly igniting his royal robe. The black smoke made him cough, and tried to open his eyes. I can't open it anyhow.

Xuanyuan Sheng's heart was cold, as he tried to adjust his breath, only to find that the dantian was empty and there was nothing left.

What about his true power? What about his martial arts? Why did he not even have time to send the Shocking Arrow, so his anger was suddenly taken out?

And when did this start?

The fire ignited quickly on him, scorching his skin and snorting, the scorching heat, the world was an anxious and painful red...The same person in a trance, he ordered someone to strip his shoulders The skin on the bottom, the soldering iron is also such a sneer, and it is also such a burnt smell...oh...no, no, not like this, the sound is the same, the smell...the smell is different!

He suddenly opened his blinded eyes, curled up and twisted by the fire, trying to raise his head and look at Zong Yue's face.

The fake Xuanyuan Yue who has been tortured to death!

They look like...the same face as Prince Wen Yi...he always thought that it was really Xuanyuanyue, no one could be like this, he was also very careful, never really approached that person, he was all Standing far from the steps of the cell, watching his subordinates torture.

It turned out...it turned out to be able to...

Xuanyuan Sheng twisted on the corner of the flying eaves, scorched black, and twisted into a non-human ball. Zong Yue raised his head and looked at him calmly. Yaoren, have you heard of it? Choose a suitable person, eat special medicine for meals, soak in the medicine bucket day and night, and sleep with the fragrance of the medicine, until every part of the body’s skin, flesh, nails, and nails is soaked, and in those long days, he also uses it With his delicate hands, he always adjusted the appearance of the other person according to his appearance, and then slowly and calmly changed it, which took many years.

He knew that Xuanyuan Sheng would definitely not be able to use torture, and he would definitely not be able to resist watching. Sooner or later, as long as the person’s skin is broken, the blood qi will slowly penetrate into the opponent’s internal organs. The higher the martial arts, the more The heavier the damage, the next time the true qi was violently moved, it suddenly broke out.

He calculated that Xuanyuan Sheng would go to Lintian Tower, just as he calculated that he would finally plant from the highest point on the top of the building.

That's it, you are going to die like this, embarrassed, and ugly death, exactly the same as when you strangled Prince Wen Yi many years ago.

"Father————"

The sorrowful female voice suddenly sounded, penetrating the noisy crowd like blood, Zong Yue's smile condensed on the corners of his lips.

Rhyme!

He has ordered someone to take advantage of the chaos to knock Xuanyuan Yun and send it to her grandfather's house, why did she appear below Lintian?

Zong Yue suddenly raised his head, pointed at Lintian Tower, and said, "Rush in and stop!"

The people in black quickly crossed the high wall, but they were already a step too late. The petite shadow instantly knocked down several guards who were trying to stop her. They flew up on the corpse downstairs, and floated up to the fourth floor. , And then, in the blood and fire, hugged her semi-focused, convulsive, unrecognizable father.

In an instant, a raging fire ignited on her body, her black hair turned gray and her skin turned blood, and she twisted into a ball in pain in the low crackling sound, but after all she did not let go of the father's body in her hand.

At that moment, only the fire could hear, she said:

Father, I was wrong.

Thirteen years of grievances and grievances like blood, turned into the Kunjing fire to fall all over the sky, burning all those love, hatred, infatuation and grievances, and the child who smiled shyly in the water-like years has since disappeared.

Beyond the three long streets, the woman who was rushing all the way stopped suddenly, and then slowly closed her eyes.

She was like the woman above the tall building, shuddering slightly, then lowered her head, silently buried her head in her palm.

Behind her, a man in a light purple brocade robe, with a fluttering robe, gently embraced her, turning around to block the bleak scene.

He gently patted the woman in his arms, turned his head and watched the white-clothed man flew up from his horse, and pounced on the top of the tall building, with a desolate sigh flowing under his eyes.

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Xuanyuan Zhaoning's twelfth year on the twenty-nineth lunar month, the regent, who had been in power for 13 years, finally failed to pass the last year of his life.

Xuanyuan Yun didn't die in the end. She was rescued by Zong Yue, but the child has lost a jade-like skin and her voice since then.

No one knows whether she was dumb because of the burns, or because the fire completely burned to death all the pearl-like brilliance and beauty of her life. From then on, she did not want to speak to this filthy world.

Meng Fuyao blamed herself for this. She personally came to wait to send Xuanyuan Yun away, but after all, she was a step too late. She blamed herself for the picture she cheated from Xuanyuan Yun, how big it should be. Injury, the guilty can be punished, but what right does she have to hurt the innocent?

Zong Yue told her that he didn't use that picture at all. Judging from his offensive route, it really had nothing to do with the little princess.

Meng Fuyao understood that this was Zong Yue's way of protecting her. He didn't want her to bear the cross of guilt for hurting the innocent. He chose to carry all the sins alone.

Xuanyuan Zhaoning's twelve years ended in the eternal blood and fire that night.

On the day of Xuanyuansheng’s death, Xuanyuanmin left the palace and went to his remote town to be his idle prince. The moment he stepped out of the palace gate, he slowly looked back and stared at the towering tower that had closed him for twelve years. On the palace wall, the emotions in the eyes suddenly changed, but in the end they all turned into still water.

The palace gate was silent, and the white marble square spread out like water under the cold moon, it was a bright mirror reflecting the Xuanyuan palace after the rebirth.

Under the long sky and in the cold moon, the handsome man with no more powder, suddenly rolled up his sleeves gently, twisted his fingers, opened his lips, and sang in the silence and the wind that had never been exhausted in the smoke of gunpowder and blood:

"The still water is flowing over the mountains, the still water is flowing over the mountains. Where is such a young son Lang Yun? Unknowingly, the ashes disappeared! The river of this army is still hot, so I can be miserable! This Nor is it river water... the heroic blood that has been shed for twenty years!"

Beside him, the little girl held his sleeves tightly, raised her head admiringly, her big eyes filled with radiance, and said: "Brother Ah Liu, you sing really well."

"Really?" Xuanyuanmin paused, was in a daze for a long time, smiled, took the child, and turned around.

"But in this life, I will never sing again."

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In the spring of the following year, the new monarch succeeded to the throne, and his reign: Chengqing.

Before the new king succeeded to the throne, he tried to seal the six hundred miles of land at the junction of Xuanyuan and Dahan to Meng Fuyao, but Meng Fuyao declined. She said, "Don’t worry, King Dahan’s rabbit will not run there anymore. Your home is gone."

Zong Yueran silently smiled for a long time, and said, "But what if the Lord Xuanyuan intentionally invites Lord'Jiuxiao' as the national guardian of the country and bestows Rongjue?"

Meng Fuyao smiled, and replied without shame: "That is still okay."

She patted Zong Yue’s shoulder, and said, "Be an emperor, and I will spot check when I have time." She turned around and waved his sleeves and left, but felt that the man behind her was entangled in his eyes, so deeply stuck behind her. It was so sticky that she was struggling to walk and was uncomfortable, so she had to look back angrily, and ask the last sentence if she had nothing to say:

"Hey, why did I know that I was looking for Zong Yue, but refused to take off the mask?"

The man in white clothes Ruxue remained silent, and only replied a long time later: "This answer, come to Xuanyuan next time to ask me."

Meng Fuyao twitched the corner of his mouth, gave him a blank look, and turned around helplessly.

Behind her, Zong Yue watched her figure disappear completely at the end of the thousand-level jade steps, and then slowly sat down. He stood high on the throne of the empty hall, standing alone in the Jinghua mantle with a cup of tea. The clear water reflected his pale face, he was thoughtful, and gently stroked his face.

Shuyao.

I never took off my mask because I hope...

Maybe you will fall in love with such a me.

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"Where are we going?"

"It's up to you, but there is an invitation, you must be very interested."

"Huh?"

"Xuanji heroine Xinli, invites the lord of the Three Kingdoms, Master Jiuxiao, and King Meng Fuyao to observe the ceremony."

"Huh!?"

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After the Xuanyuan scroll, the next volume: The Mystery of Xuanji, starting with Xuanji, is also the moment when Fuyao no longer needs to change his face and formally embark on the political stage of the Seven Kingdoms as his own cow.

I’m rushing to finish the fourth volume tonight, and it’s late, sorry.

Recommend my friend Ye Xianxue's new article "Flower Makeup", Xianxue's writing is good, you can know by the name, the drama.