Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 17: So Acacia

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Who knows what it's like to regret.

Who knows the taste of lovesickness.

Who knows what it's like to regret in lovesickness.

Just as the wind slowly cools in this long night, passing through the palm like ice silk, walking silently from the memory of the past, wearing a blue mask, a pair of dark eyes without white eyes, so cold The cold veneer stared at you, glanced at you, and my heart cracked with a "click".

It's just a dream for more than ten years.

In a dream, I hate the palace and the soul is broken, and every year the green shade tree.

Ten years of bleakness in a dream, like Qinghuyan going to Wuguan nest.

In a dream, the old things in the six dynasties are like running water, but the cold smoke fades and the grass is green. In a dream, the old travel is nowhere to be found, and there is no place to find but a young heart.

It turned out to be a dream.

He slowly turned the wine cup in his hand, above the tall tree, facing the higher moon, a distant respect.

The moonlight is refreshing, as if the wine in this glass is cold, and it's clear and lingering in the palm of the palm, and it is like the look in her eyes at that moment.

Drinking this glass of wine with such a look, he drank bitter wine alive, a bitter taste that I have never experienced in this life.

Fourteen years ago, he also tasted that taste.

He broke his letter and promised that year, but he lost his little girl.

He met her in a dark cabinet that year.

He looked for that little jade lotus flower under the mattress that year.

That year he heard her say that she was the noblest princess born in Hanlian.

He met her gaze that year, and she was clearly in tears, but she gave him an adult vicissitudes and shocking smile that shocked him.

He put her on his lap that year and combed her tangled hair that had not been combed in five years. The very good hair was left unattended, and his head was messed up. He slowly sorted out the messy hair. It also looks like a velvety grass.

That year he hugged her in his arms, wrapped in a thick cloak. The five-year-old child looked like three years old and as light as one year old. He hugged her like a kitten, extremely Quiet and well-behaved.

He originally planned to take her away that year, but suddenly he heard the voice of Uncle Master.

An uncle from the palace told him to go over. When he saw Yuheng, he put her back, ready to see Yuheng and then take her back.

I saw an eight-year-old girl hurrying up halfway, her expression was joyful and eager. He had vaguely heard that the princess was very interested in him. He once sent an envoy to Wuji to visit and send greetings. Greetings Jing Xie Bumin, and at that age, he was still a teenager. Jing Xie Bumin was really respecting Xie Bumin. I don't know how to turn around, I don't know how to greet me. Thirty-six strategies, hide it.

He hid behind the palace wall and listened to Shishu and Yuheng talking.

Uncle Master seems to be a little upset, his tone is not very pleasant.

"Look at my brother, the troublesome nature can never be cured. He takes the right way in the world as his duty all day long. There are so many magical magics in this world, can they all eliminate it? No, sit down and sit down. Well, I suddenly said that the demon girl from heaven and earth disturbed the balance of heaven and earth. I must get rid of it. I said I was traveling the rivers and lakes. It happened to be solved by hand." The uncle tapped on the table with his fingers, and said repeatedly, "Joke, the vast crowd, to Where can I find a big living person?"

Yuheng in the room is also laughing: "There are still things you can't solve? Except for your brother and the group of elders in this world, who else cannot be solved by you? Besides, since your brother has this order, I must say who it is."

"Sneer--" Uncle Master snorted: "Just gave a rough birthday, and said that most of the woman was born with a vision, but I have been searching the world for five years, and I have never heard of it. I have said that someone was born with a vision, but the birth date-a girl raised in a boudoir, where to ask others about the birth date?"

"What birth date?" Yuheng seemed to be drinking tea in a hurry, and then asked for a long time: "I will help you to listen if I have a chance."

Uncle Master said.

He was shocked.

The birth date is only one day away from hers, and she...Hanlian was born.

Is it her? Is it her?

It's her, it's her.

Her eyes are so strange, she is only a five-year-old child, but her eyes are full of almost thorough understanding and sadness about this world and life. A five-year-old child knows the pain, but may not understand the heavy sadness.

The five-year-old child was locked in a cabinet, covered with bedsores, with yellow facial muscles and bony joints deformed. The most likely cause was a disability and mental retardation. However, she spoke clearly and responsively, even with little humor and weird words.

She is not an ordinary child.

His heart sank-originally he was still thinking about taking her away, begging the master if he has the opportunity, and accepting her to get started, giving her a stable and powerful life that no one dares to bully again. However, it now appears that it cannot.

He has to go back to the teacher’s door with his uncle, and sooner or later he will be discovered by his teacher. Everyone in his teacher’s school has great supernatural powers. Master of God.

He hesitated for a moment, then turned around and wanted to send her out of the palace before the uncle came out, trying to find someone to foster her, and then come back from the teacher's gate to pick her up.

However, he just turned around, the uncle has already floated out, greeted him, and left.

He had no choice but to leave with Uncle Master. Along the way, he forced himself not to look back, but in a trance, he seemed to hear her calling for help by the window, and he heard the cry for help and crying that she didn't know where to make. In such an illusion, his face was pale and tormented. Uncle Shi found out and made fun of him because he was afraid of Princess Xuanji. He was afraid that Uncle Shi would find out, so he had to endure it and smile reluctantly.

That night, Shishu took him to practice martial arts again. This was also the usual homework before. That night, he was anxious and fidgeted. He tried to interrupt Shishu several times, and even took the risk of hypnotism. The result was that he was confused. Besides, it has no effect.

There is no way, the uncle is too strong, he can handle it if he is not thirteen years old, even now, he can't.

It wasn't until the third day that he found a chance to leave Shishu, and ran back all the way to Xuanji Palace.

He was late.

People go to the room and the cabinet is empty. Not only the room but also the entire palace room is empty.

What made his mind chilling was that the whole room was filled with a thick, persistent smell of blood. He even found darkened blood stains in the cracks of the underground blue bricks that had been washed, densely packed everywhere, even There are also subtle meat scraps, and the bed, at first glance, is nothing special, only the color seems to have changed, from whitish to black, exuding a heavy smell, touch with the hand, the hand is pale red.

How much blood does it take to stain a bed?

He stood there, standing in the moonlight of the autumn night like water, in that moment, from head to toe, it was cold.

Who suffered the worst torture in the world? Who found the girl hiding in the closet? Whoever dies on this bed will be full of flesh and blood. Who knows what happened to the five-year-old child in these three days?

He couldn’t even find anyone to ask—most of the people in the Yingfei Palace were dead. Even Yingfei was said to have been "smashed to death". He didn’t have much time to check, he had to rush Back to Uncle Master.

He rushed all the way when he came, and staggered when he went. Her life and death are unknown, and his untrustworthiness missed, like a chain, firmly locked in his heart, and never let it go.

Later he tried to propose to Xuanji-he hoped in case, what if Feng Xuan found her? Feng Xuan finds her and she has a way to survive. No matter what the tiger poison does not eat her children, maybe her mother will be killed, maybe Yingfei will be angry, but as an emperor, she is of royal blood no matter what, Queen Xuanji will dominate again. Nor could he kill his daughter in front of Feng Xuan.

He asked to marry "The youngest Majesty Xuanji, the daughter of Hanlian."

He doesn't know her name. He also knows that she doesn't have a name, so he can only describe it like this.

There was an answer on the other end, and Emperor Xuanji happily responded. When he got the news, he was overjoyed, thinking that she had indeed been rescued by Fengxuan, but when the two exchanged Geng posts, he knew that someone had replaced her by an impostor.

On Geng's post, it is Fengjingfan, and the birth date is incorrect. At this time, the legend of the birth of Fengjingfan Hanlian began to spread on the continent of Wuzhou, but no one seems to have thought about why Fengjingfan was eight years old. It is said that she was born with Hanlian?

As for the name Feng Jingfan, if he remembers it correctly, when the little princess sent an envoy to see him, the greeting post said "Feng Jing Fan Suddenly."

One word difference, in order to get closer to the Buddha Lotus, she even changed her name.

When the world hears those rumors, they often don’t think too much about it. In this way, it is passed down year after year, and Feng Jingfan really was born with lotus. As the years go by, no one can think of the one who was born with lotus. The date when the legend happened.

But he remembers, but he knows.

He insisted on breaking the marriage.

For this reason, he went to Xuanji. In order to save his marriage, Feng Xuan even took out the picture of Xuanji. After taking this picture, he was more certain that Feng Jingfan had seen the child.

If I haven't seen it, how can I know the content of the Xuanji map?

Since she had seen her, she was the biggest suspect in the tragedy. He took care of her for this. His skills were not proficient back then, but he barely managed to figure out what happened that night. Thing.

Sure enough, it was Feng Jingfan who informed the secret, the queen was furious, and immediately ordered people to torture Xu Wan and dealt with Feng Wuming.

Feng Jingfan's memory became vague when Xu Wan was tortured. She saw such a tragic scene at a young age. Even though she was too talented and could not bear it, she intuitively avoided it.

He was staggered by the word "processing", holding the tree for a long time unable to speak.

At that moment, he stared at Feng Jingfan with a blank face. On the face of this little girl, he saw the vicious and cold inherited from Queen Xuanji. This child, killed another child, was a young snake-hearted, and even tried Cheating him, what reason is there to keep?

He stretched out his hand--but was stopped by Yuheng.

Yu Heng has always been the protector of their mother and daughter, and she lives in seclusion in Xuanji Palace all the year round, and has not left Xuanji for many years.

Because he is here, he is still a young man, there is no way to kill the person he wants to kill, there is no way to further investigate the truth of that night in Xuanji Palace, that powerful man who is loyal to the femme girl , It was a wall of unshakable protection that lay in front of them, neither Feng Xuan nor him would be able to overcome it at that time.

He left silently, there are other ways to lose the force, at least he can do without the fake lotus.

He exhausted all means and finally retired. As for the secret request of the Xuanji royal family, he didn't care. In any case, Feng Jingfan would never be his wife.

But that little girl, he intuitively thought that she was not dead.

He doesn't believe that she will die. That strange woman with bright and bleak eyes, who hasn't changed her nature after five years of the darkest years, must have her mission to be born by God, and should not be silent Solved by fate, in exchange for the end of premature death.

He wants to find her and let her decide whether to take revenge or not. He wants to leave those people to her to avenge himself. If Feng Wuming is not found in this life, he will help her solve them before they die.

Later, he was too lazy in politics, so he went out in a micro service after a while, hoping to have a chance to meet the child with the vicissitudes of eyes in his memory.

Then that night of that year, the heaven and the earth were cool on Mount Taiyuan Xuanyuan, and there were waves of pine waves under the moonlight. He danced his sword in the moonlight, and suddenly looked back and saw the woman pushed down the cliff slowly rising from the cliff. Up.

He saw the girl's eyes, Mingrui, Senliang, with quenching vicissitudes that were not of that age.

That kind of vicissitudes, so subtle and so deep, so inconsistent on that young and delicate face-just like the five-year-old child many years ago, with a five-year-old face, conveying the sadness of his twenties .

His heart ached at that moment, for the eyes that overlapped momentarily, hidden deep in memory.

So he made an exception and approached her—since Feng Jingfan, he was actually very reluctant to approach a woman.

Get close to her, know her, know her, overlap her, overlap her, fall in love with her.

In those days, she rushed from a distant five-year-old, and gradually matched his memories one by one. She had too many changes, her physical appearance and spirit, and even her bones were completely reborn, but those eyes The fascination remains the same, the temperament of persistence in those dark years remains the same, the perseverance that always maintains a strong heart in adversity remains the same, and the unnatural embarrassment and confusion after encountering gentleness and joking remain unchanged.

However, since then he has understood what it means to suffer from gains and losses.

She lost her memories before she was five years old. He was happy and worried about it, and what was happy about the sad past. It’s okay if you don’t remember, forget those sufferings, forget the mistakes of his broken promises, and keep it. A woman who has a complete and smooth heart and has never been severely hurt by the sword of the world; what is worried is that any memory blockade actually has a time limit, but once she remembers one day, how will she face it? And once she remembered, how would he face her?

He told himself countless times—not telling her, not telling her, because he felt that compared with revenge, he always felt that her happiness was more important. However, in his heart, he also asked himself countless times, is it really so? Rather than being afraid of the moment when the truth is revealed, she who is unwilling to approach love will retreat further, and her heart will be cold because she has not been rescued by him in such a desperate suffering, thus drawing the insurmountable relationship with him. Gap?

He is the eldest grandson Wuji, the world says that he is wise, and he has turned upside down every step in his life. The world says that he can’t go wrong, he can’t be wrong, and he is always the prince of Wuji who is meticulous and rigorous, but only himself I know that I will miss it once in my life.

One time is the sin of eternal life.

The moment he saw the second painting painted by Lao Lu, he suddenly became cold.

Fall into the coldest ice cave in the world.

Little Feng Wuming lied to him, he knew, but he really didn't know that she was facing such cruel insults.

In that picture, behind the tent is the cabinet, he knows, and the movements of the eunuch...he who came from the royal family also understands.

Understand what she experienced back then.

Five years... 1,800 days and nights, she lived like that, not only was there hunger, bedsores, cold, scorching heat, the darkness without the sun, the suffering of daily bondage, but also this victory. The torture of the soul through all the torture.

But at such a moment, he left her behind after giving her the hope of freedom full of expectations, leaving her to re-enter the misery, continue to face the insults of the old ways, and face the cruelest ending in the world.

Leave her crying in the dark, crying for help in the dark, facing the tragic death of her biological mother in the dark, no one will ever answer.

Why is the love?

...He was wrong.

He should go back at that time, even if he lied to the uncle, even if he offends the teacher, even if he risks dealing with the chase of the teacher, he should take her away. He should not be lucky, thinking that he has been hiding for so long. It's fine, it should be okay to wait a few more days.

Fate waits for no one.

The big mistake is finally made.

Not to mention Fuyao's experience, a large part of it is related to him. If it wasn't for Shishu who passed by Xuanji Palace and suddenly went to visit Yuheng, if he wasn't waiting for impatient wandering around to meet her, if he hadn't appeared, Fengjing would be attracted. When Brahman followed, Fuyao would not be found.

Perhaps in the days to come, even if that time is not discovered, the growing up will be found out sooner or later, and encounter that fate, but in any case, that night, it was his inadvertent nightmare consequences. .

Because of this consequence, he was burdened with a heavy sin and wanted to compensate her twice, but after the incident, no matter how much he made up, it would be difficult to fill the huge pain gap.

Sometimes I would like to smooth out the people and things in the past, and solve all the people involved in the past silently. In this life, she will never have the chance to know the truth, yet she knows that he has no right to be so selfish.

"Broken the Nine Heavens" requires the most painful training in the world from the * and the soul, and through those trials in peace, before it is possible to truly reach the peak, the pain of life experience is certainly a utter blow to Fu Yao, but It is also a once-in-a-lifetime promotion opportunity, and he has no right to kill such a precious opportunity.

Even leaving such an opportunity means not giving him a chance.

For the coming of this day, he kept forging Fuyao's muscles and bones, enriching Fuyao's true power, and repairing Fuyao meridians, because he was afraid that if Fuyao was not strong enough, he could not control when the blow came and was about to rise. Killed her.

Now Fuyao has enough ability to control, he believes, and no longer worry about it.

As for himself...

Zhang Sun Wuji smiled, a thin piece of jade white porcelain that was transparent and thin, and he raised his hand, as if the moonlight was a bit dazzling to cover his eyes.

The jade-white lotus in the palm of his palm is clear and vivid in the moonlight light and shadow. He watched dreamily, his eyes floating and sinking, in the gaps of time.

"Wuji, the lotus mark in the palm of your hand was born, and it is getting deeper and deeper. Doesn't it mean that your future wife will be a jade lotus?" He was three or four years old sitting on his father's lap, turning his father over The emperor’s memorial, after listening to his father’s nagging about his lotus for the ten thousandth time, he easily changed the reply on the memorial.

"Quan Ming'er will find you a lotus-like woman in the whole world." The emperor hugged him with a long smile, with a happy face, "What kind of lotus is worthy of my Promise?"

He turned his head and said clearly: "No matter whether it is Lotus or not, first of all, you must be a good woman."

Father's eyes widened, as if he could not think that his three or four-year-old son would talk to him about good women, he couldn't help but smile and asked; "What kind of woman does Wuji think is a good woman?"

He turned his head and continued to change his unpleasant memorial: "Will hug me and cry for me."

The emperor behind him was silent, and he was also silent, pursing his lips without saying a word--even though there were 10,000 hugs from his father, he still felt cold and empty without a hug from his mother.

Many of his childhood memories are clear to him, especially this dialogue is clearer, and he often churns up in his heart. Every time he passes by, he can’t help but smile—what a simple request, yes. He is so difficult.

Thirteen years, no one really approached him. The world said that he was deceitful and deceitful and afraid to approach him; the father and the queen were kind and kind, but the mother and the queen...never needed him.

Until the age of thirteen.

When I first met her, because he felt pity for the same disease, he treated her with rare warmth. He didn't think much about it at the time, but when he combed her hair, she looked back at him, and the look in his eyes at that moment made his heart shook.

At that moment, a word floated in my heart—she was crying for me.

Because of understanding, sympathy, and the same deep loneliness, because I know the bitterness and the bitterness of the prematurely mature young boy Guanghua.

In that instant, she gave him something that the closest person never gave him.

When the little lotus flower was held in his palm, he almost immediately made up his mind.

She is his lotus.

So there was a Xuanji map, and he signed her for the rest of his life without hesitation.

It's just that now, she may not be willing to take it, right?

Changsun Wuji smiled faintly, and poured a thousand glasses of wine in the cool moonlight.

Drink from the darkest dawn to the darkest dawn, from the darkest dawn to the dawn of the white fish in the sky, the strongest wine jars of a pound piled up from the trees to the bottom of the trees, and the yard was full of delicacy. Wine aroma.

He is self-controlling and vigilant all his life, and he is not drunk in his life, but as long as he is a human, how can he not be drunk? Just as long as you are human, you cannot always be good.

Not to mention that the wine, like mercury, enters the heart, eats the soul and penetrates the intestines.

The more he drank, the heavier he became, and the more he drank, the more liquid he poured out. He only drank half of the last pot of wine. Suddenly his sleeves vibrated and he smashed the wine jar out obliquely and hit the wall below , Smashed drippingly with a bang.

Then he fell back and fell from the tree.

He is drunk!

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Someone was drunk with an exception this night, and someone was silent and sober this night.

Meng Fuyao sat in the dark room, everything was scattered on the ground and she did not clean up, she was calm in her arms and cold.

Actually, she never really wanted to rely on anyone, never really had warm expectations for this cold world, the reality is cold, she knows better than anyone for two lives, and she thinks she has already known it. The barriers are strong and will never be destroyed, but when such facts really come before you, you still can't restrain yourself from feeling cold.

It turns out that people can not believe in warmth, but they still can't help but expect warmth, just like moths knowing the ending of fighting a fire, they still can't eliminate the natural longing for light in the blood.

Light... Meng Fuyao laughed mockingly. No one can give you light except to be a luminous body.

She closed her eyes and adjusted her breath silently. Since she can't rely on anything, she naturally depends on herself. She must be stronger, stronger than strong, to leave this damned gorgeous but ice cave-like world and find her past life. The warmth in the humble but rustic candlelight in the hut.

As for those entangled pasts, those belonging to the faults of Changsun Wuji and Zong Yue, she feels that she has no right to recourse. Maybe they owe her, but the support over the years has been enough to compensate.

She can't remember resentment, but she also remembers grace.

Without the long-term Sun Wuji and Zong Yue, there would be no Meng Fuyao today. Even if the long-term Sun Wuji saved her back then, who knows what will happen to her afterwards? Life goes round and round, and the wall that stands in the fate is always there. If you can't change the direction, she will break her blood in another way.

What is the worst? Without comparison, who knew that the ending must be the worst? She Meng Fuyao kept shouting that my fate was up to me. In fact, that fate has always been in the hands of God's will?

In that case, why sin against others?

Thinking about this, the coldness of the ice in my heart scorching my stomach dissipated a little, and I couldn’t help but listen to the movement. The two of them were quiet, one went back to the room silently, and the other didn’t know. Where, she vaguely smelled the fragrance of wine, a little surprised-Changsun Wuji took the initiative to drink?

After a while, there was a faint "puff" in the front yard. She heard it and moved her eyebrows.

On the table, one leg in front of the other leg is always in the dilemma of Master Yuan Bao, who wants to run out to comfort the master, but also wants to stay on behalf of the master to comfort Meng Fuyao. Hearing this sound, the hair all over his body stood up, "Gah" With a sound, it was a crumbling split, and it was directly split into a horse.

Meng Fuyao looked at Master Yuan Bao, Master Yuan Bao looked at Meng Fuyao, four slightly moist black eyeballs touched together, and the latter showed a look of pity--the last time the impersonation of the grandson Wuji caused trouble, so did Master Yuan Bao. Begging for mercy, ended up being made a hamburger.

Meng Fuyao kept silent, and pushed Master Yuan Bao out with his fingers.

Master Yuan Bao took advantage of the situation and hugged her finger-Meng Fuyao didn't touch her at all just now-in a gesture of pulling her out.

Naturally, I can’t move, but it’s just an expression. Meng Fu didn’t move, let it pull, but suddenly said softly: "Hey, your brain is really bad. If we don’t have a good relationship, you can just take advantage of it. And in."

Master Yuan Bao immediately turned his head and raised his **** eyes, staring at Meng Fuyao fiercely--it’s not this multiplication to take advantage of it. Is it so easy for my master to multiply it? We advocate fair competition and do not promote juggling!

What's more... It sweeps the tail in frustration. Compared with the master's mood, its love can be a step back.

Meng Fuyao sighed, gently pushed it aside, motioned for it to go, Master Yuan Bao was startled, hunched over the moonlight and left a dejected back.

It didn't come back since it left. Meng Fuyao adjusted his breath for a while, opened his eyes and looked at it, a little confused, thinking about it, he didn't move; he adjusted his breath for a while, opened his eyes and looked, frowned, but still didn't move; She looked at the empty desktop and heard nothing in the front yard until the operation was completed. She finally got out of bed.

She opened the door, and there was no sound on all sides. In Zong Yue’s room, she couldn’t even hear a breath. After thinking about it, she called Tiecheng and pointed at Zong Yue. Tiecheng knew how to pass. Fuyao stood at the door, sighed, and went out.

When I passed the front yard, I saw wine jars all over the floor. Grandson Wuji was sitting cross-legged under the tree. Master Yuan Bao was watching silently. Seeing her coming, he was excited to pull her. Meng Fuyao walked quickly without saying anything. Past.

Master Yuan Bao froze in the middle of the road, looking stupidly at Meng Fu shaking his head and leaving without looking back, holding his paws and looking back at Changsun Wuji, Changsun Wuji slowly opened his eyes, looked calmly at Meng Fuyao's back, and moved it. Hug back.

He gently stroked Master Yuan Bao, quietly looking up at the clouds in the sky, Master Yuan Bao silently buried his head in his arms.

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Meng Fuyao quietly went to the Nine Emperor Gods Palace.

When the matter has reached this point, it is no longer that she can just throw it aside if she wants to leave it alone. Even if she doesn't think of Feng's family all her life, the enmity that belongs to her and Feng's family must be reported.

Xuanji Palace, the biggest obstacle is Yuheng, and the only way to get rid of Yuheng is to remove the queen first.

But with Yuheng's tight-fitting method of protecting the queen, unless she is allowed to go out of the palace alone, there will be no more room to drill.

In this messy situation, how can the queen go out of the palace?

There is no chance to create opportunities. This is what Meng Fuyao is good at.

She discussed with the Nine Emperor Gods for a long time that day, and when she came back, she received a letter from Zhan Beiye Fei Ge: "Do you need to send troops?"

Meng Fuyao pondered for a long time and motioned to Ji Yu to reply: "Let's watch."

She and the eldest grandson Wuji Zongyue still live under one roof. Zongyue seems to be very busy, and he never forgets to see him under Xuanji during his recovery. Although Zongyue’s Guangdetang is spread across the five continents, it is in Xuanji. It was the first and most powerful force to develop. After so many years of operation, it can be said that there was a loud response. Meng Fuyao and Changsun Wuji received a lot of help when they came all the way from the northern border.

Zong Yue seemed to have gone out once, supporting his injured body. After returning, he looked more haggard. However, he handed a letter to Meng Fuyao that night. After reading the letter, Meng Fuyao remained silent for a long time, thinking about what happened. Then the few people who were close to him suddenly returned to the original point. Now they lived next door and wanted to contribute books. They couldn't help but smile, but the taste changed when they were half laughing, and it was astringent and bitter.

The grandson Wuji was also very silent, almost unable to leave the door behind closed doors. Both he and Zong Yue seemed to want to leave time for her to think carefully, or were they hurting themselves? But Meng Fuyao knew that he wouldn't do nothing. The three of them were not the kind of people who lay down on the bed and complained when they were hit by things. They were springs with thorns, pressed down, and sooner or later they would pop out brightly. .

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A few days later, the Ninth Empress and the Ten Empress suddenly became ill.

The two are the youngest daughter of Royal Concubine Rong, and the eldest daughter of the Empress. They are both noble emperors of the Xuanji dynasty, but they have never met. The illness was completely accidental. The Nine Empresses went to Jing'an Temple because of the Tongcheng Rebellion. To worship Buddha, when I came back on the road, I suddenly yelled that I had a headache. I happened to run into the car of the ten emperors. At any rate, she was a sister. The ten emperors naturally wanted to inquire, and asked a few words through the curtain. She was very careful, even the car Didn't go in, did not want to go back to the house and lay down.

The symptoms of the two are similar. Both their faces are flushed without water and rice. They talk like ghosts and gods in the middle of the night. The imperial physicians all tied their hands together. Concubine Rong and the queen went to see a famous doctor, and they all said they had recruited yin qi. .

The queen immediately denounced it as nonsense, the majestic golden branches and jade leaves, the most magnificent, bright and repellent body of ghosts and gods, how can you be evil?

Speaking this way, the confidence is a little vacant--Jing'an Temple is an imperial temple, located in the southwest corner of the imperial palace wall. When returning from Jing'an Temple to the palace of the imperial women, you have to pass through the southwest of the imperial city, which has always been The place where the former guilty palace was lost, nothing else, the most dead.

Which imperial palace’s Ying Liang Chong Yu did not hover the soul of the dead? What's more, Xuanji Palace? What about Queen Xuanji under the rule of Queen Xuanji? Xuanji is not a big country in terms of national power or territory compared to other countries, but compared to the people who died in the harem-it is definitely the first one to do my part.

If you kill too many people, you will always have a guilty conscience. Besides, Queen Xuanji, who was named the number one harem killer, has become more and more fatalistic as she gets older. In the past, Queen Xuanji was dismissive of eating fast and reciting Buddha, but now occasionally she does After fasting, the diagnosis was passed to the palace, and she was really concerned.

I want to bring my daughter into the palace, but this kind of evil is the most afraid of the palace, not to mention that she herself is also afraid of a guilty conscience.

Seeing Concubine Rong crying and crying to the Nine Empress’s Mansion every day, taking a bunch of rare medicines out of the palace in the morning, and returning with two red and swollen eye vesicles in the evening, Queen Xuanji gradually became unable to sit still.

She wanted to stay out of the palace several times, but Yuheng disagreed and told her very clearly-if you go to the princess mansion, it will be difficult for me to protect you. After all, I should not go in the inner room of your women. The place was very particular about the site selection at the beginning. It was a place of "phoenix diving", which was great for women, but it was a bit taboo for my extremely positive boy skills.

He has a firm attitude. Queen Xuanji said it several times, thinking that it is indeed unsafe outside, so forget it. She actually didn't think too much about the bad things-isn't the Nine Queens also sick and dying? Is it okay for Concubine Rong to go in and out every day in such a chaotic capital? It may not be so coincidental, it is directed at her.

It is now in April, and only a few days before the new emperor’s succession, the state of confrontation between the three armies of Tongcheng has not been resolved. Except for the purple cloak and the iron guard, the real military strength is not bold enough to dare to do so. After all, no matter who raises the anti-flag first, it will surely attract the group to attack. It will be the first to be unlucky. Everyone is waiting for your majesty's will, waiting for the new emperor to succeed, or forcefully suppress Xuanji's turmoil. , Or be strongly suppressed by this chaos.

The stalemate of Xuanji Capital, waiting for a "change".

No one knows who is in the hands of this "change".

On the second day of April, light rain.

Queen Xuanji woke up early in the morning, and through the half-rolled curtain of the maid, she watched the spring rain outside the window and the flowers and trees were lush and luscious. It was originally very pleasing to the eye, but she was upset for some reason. I was confused for a while, and my heart was empty. I suddenly remembered that many years ago, in the small dark room, the woman was tied to the bed. When she scolded her for shamelessly seduce the saint, the woman lifted her head and sent out a tearing heart. The curse of split lungs.

"Vicious woman—you will die in shame one day!"

She thought of these words, remembered the woman who had bare bones under the miserable night, and remembered that she had no white eyes and only endless painful black eyes, that almost magical eyes were so yellow and red. In the light and shadow of her, she stared at her until she died, and never closed again.

She shivered suddenly in Lingling.

Immediately she heard crying.

A large group of people rushed in anxiously, rushed over, and rushed into her hall with Concubine Rong, who had no time to freshen up her light makeup, and she was irritated and couldn't help rushing to the corridor and screaming: "What? He Titong!"

"Queen—" Concubine Rong did not even kneel, standing there with tears in her nose and tears, "I won't be so condensed, I will save her today..."

"What can you do to save?" The queen heard her amusedly, and squinted at her, "Using your magical skills?"

"Here comes a master of Xuan Xuan, he is doing the trick for Ning'er, but he wants his maternal relatives to stay alone for a day and night." Concubine Rong seemed to have not heard her irony, and resolutely said, "The concubine cannot go back to the palace tonight. Yes, please give me permission."

"Oh?" The queen's heart moved and she was not allowed to go, but Rong, who has always been tactful and resigned, is not allowed to rush over and desperately, besides, she is really worried about herself. If the nine emperors of the Rong clan were cured, her daughter would be saved.

So he responded. After a day and night, Concubine Rong looked haggard but came back beamingly, saying that Dan Ning was already able to sit up and drink porridge.

Then news of the ten emperors came, and it got worse.

The queen couldn't sit still anymore, she turned around and went into the hall to look for Yuheng, and then she heard the faint whimpers, crying, and slamming things. The palace people looked at each other quietly, silently. The corners of his mouth curled up—the trilogy of unsatisfactory trials began again.

After a short while, the wind was calm, the queen dressed up to cover her tears, and ordered to start.

She hurried to the Tenth Imperial Women's Mansion. For safety, she reluctantly followed Yuheng's suggestion, put down the shelf, and rode with him in an unassuming carriage from the royal side road behind the palace to the Tenth Imperial Women's Mansion.

She was inevitably nervous along the way, her hands twisted in her skirt and kneading endlessly. She didn't know if she was nervous because of the unknown danger he said, or because of him.

She has never sat so close to Yuheng—Yuheng practices boy skills and is not close to women. She also guards against men and women and never gives Yuheng a chance to approach her. She is Xuanji. The queen, the mother of the world, her dignity and status do not allow her to accept the touch of other men.

After the world ridiculed her for her ferocious and violent impropriety, she took the harem killings on her crime. She didn't take it seriously. Why did her husband share it with others? A woman can do anything in order to defend her status and her special pet. She also reads. In the previous history books, which harem has no ghosts? Which one has no bones under the throne? Others can do it, why can't she?

The carriage swayed leisurely. The carriage was a woman's fragrance, not too big. It was packed full of two people. Yuheng's legs kept touching with the movement of the carriage. She gave way, but nowhere.

The space is too small, the mood is tense, and the feeling becomes more subtle and sensitive. Through the thin palace dress, she feels the strong and firm skin under the man's robes next to her. The tight touch makes her feel Jumping, thinking of Feng Xuan's slack and old body in a daze, with age spots everywhere-the same man, Feng Xuan is still younger, how is the difference so big?

She is forty this year, at the age of a wolf and a tiger, but Feng Xuan has long been showing her old-fashioned sexual intercourse. The two have not made each other for nearly a year. She was suspicious that Feng Xuan Yulu was given to others. She wanted to be exhausted, but no, Feng Xuan was really old.

Yu Heng, who really looks like he is still in his prime, has heard that all the top ten are good at beauty, especially Yu Heng, who has practiced ever-changing boy skills since he was a child and is hard to destroy. He has a pair of slender eyes for many years. The waves are like water...Thinking like this, my heart shook.

However, it was just a swing. Empress Xuanji immediately sat upright with her eyes and nose. Compared with the love of men and women, status and honor were naturally more important, and she had to bear it.

The car soon arrived at the Tenth Empress House, and the road was calm. Empress Xuanji breathed a sigh of relief and laughed that she had been sexually infected by Yuheng's virtue.

The Palace of the Tenth Empresses stood quietly in the drizzle. A yellow light fluttered on the tall buildings in the courtyard, which meant that the house was restless and someone was sick. The queen quickly got out of the car, but did not hear the footsteps coming up behind her.

She turned around suspiciously, and saw Yuheng still sitting in the car, looking at the yellow light with solemn expression, and suddenly said for a while: "Ning, let's go back."

Queen Xuanji was stunned, her anger jumped up immediately, pressing her throat and screaming: "You are crazy! You are all at the door, go back?"

"Go back." Yuheng resolutely said, "I will be responsible to you and me."

"I will be responsible to my daughter!" Queen Xuanji was furious, and walked towards the house, "It's not your child, you don't know the heartache!"

"Ning--" He suddenly pulled the sleeves, Yu Heng leaned down in the rain, with a rare anxious expression, "Listen to me, go back!"

Hearing such an urgent tone, Queen Xuanji hesitated for a while. She is not a stupid person. She has been with Yuheng for many years and knows his temperament. Now she said: "In danger?"

Yu Heng glanced at the lamp again, and said with a dazed expression: "...maybe."

"Faint!" Empress Xuanji immediately became angry when she heard this sentence, and flicked her sleeves to throw him away, "You are really scared by a few juniors! The Tenth Imperial Palace itself has three thousand guards. , There are also the Imperial Forest Army in the periphery. What guts do they have to openly invade the Tenth Imperial Palace? Even if they do, are you afraid?

She asked Yuheng directly: "Are you afraid? Are you afraid?"

"It's not this..." Yu Heng opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something but didn't say it, he said for a while, "Anyway, you must remember, when did I harm you?"

"You didn't harm me, but you are harming my daughter now!" Queen Xuanji snorted coldly, ignoring her and drove straight forward, "Master Yuheng, this palace knows that your life matters, you go back and hide first. Get up and go in by yourself!"

She really ignored him, and walked through the door under the guidance of the family greeted by the Tenth Imperial Palace. Yu Heng stood in the rain in a daze, and forgot to defend his luck. After a while, he was soaked in moisture, and he was in a trance. I remembered that in the past few years, I had indeed quarreled with her a lot, but it was the first time that I went away like this.

He looked up at the lamp again...the lamp, there was nothing unusual about it, including the entire ten emperors’ mansion, there was no murderous intent under his induction. The reason why he was hesitated because of a lamp was actually just because Just one sentence fourteen years ago.

Fourteen years ago, when an old friend came to visit and the two had a cup of tea for a chat, he once joked and asked each other: "How long does a certain life come? Where did he die?"

Answer: "Yellow light, rhyme foot."

He was puzzled and asked, the old guy held the tea cup for a long time and said: "Yellow light is yellow light."

He didn't give up, and asked the rhyme again. The guy laughed and said, "You don't know the rhyme for writing poems? You don't know the four tones? Flat, up, go, enter, connect...ping Go up and enter."

He immediately sprayed the tea, jumped up and hurt the guy so much. What kind of flattering, such a bad thing, he Yuheng has been practicing Tongzi Gong for a lifetime, where is the "flat-up and go-in"?

Yet there is a yellow light today.

Speaking of yellow lights, I have seen a lot of them in my life. I thought of this at first, and I was anxious. However, it was okay if the frequency increased. I couldn't help but laugh at that guy's failure, but I see that light again today. , Somehow my heart jumped.

But after all, I can’t return.

She is in danger.

In his whole life, he has never left her in danger by himself.

Furthermore...what can happen? Tangtang Yuheng, fourth in the top ten, was scared off by a yellow light that had been seen many times before and abandoned his beloved woman. This is really ridiculous.

He stood in the rain, took a deep breath, suppressed the restlessness and anxiety at that moment, chased her footsteps, and entered the house.

The road was wet by the spring rain, reflecting the light and shadow of the yellow lanterns. When the queen saw him following, a smug smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, but she said that the queen's illness was not suitable for outsiders, so she stopped him outside the door.

Yu Heng originally didn't want to go in, and sat down outside. The Tenth Imperial Women's Mansion was not suitable for him to stay longer. As soon as he entered, he felt that there was something wrong with his body, so he closed his eyes and adjusted his breath.

The surrounding air is very quiet. I can hear the monks chanting and praying for blessings. There is also a vague voice of the queen's pious prayers. The inner room is burning incense. He smelled it carefully. It was normal and precious sandalwood, and there was nothing unusual. .

His heart gradually settled down, and in the sky and tranquility, he heard the long ringing of the Tan Bell of Jing'an Temple in the distance.

The yellow light on the tall building is always spinning in the wind, turning forward...reverse...forward turning...

Somehow the lamp suddenly crooked, fell on the ground in front of the building, and ignited silently.

Yu Heng opened his eyes and did not move. A small servant passed by him, wrapped in a thick sandalwood, and threw on the lit lantern, slapped and beat the fire out, and some dust rose on the ground. He also had some stains on his body. He came in while slapped, and smiled with the maid who rushed over: "Sisters, look at it, I'll change the light."

He passed by Yuheng, and Yuheng suddenly raised his hand and grabbed him.

This grasping is divided into the bones, the young man yelled "Oh," and burst into tears with instant pain, his face was deformed, and he shrank into a ball, raised his head and whimpered and asked: "Expensive guest... What..."

Yuheng knew the place was not capable of martial arts as soon as he caught it. After a closer look, he couldn't see anything suspicious. He raised his hand and threw the young man away, and said indifferently: "Go out, no one is allowed to move around." /

"You have too much control." The queen poked her head out from behind the curtain, "The emperor needs a waiter here, not to mention this is a young man who has a family in the palace, and I know it."

"Go out." Yuheng's tone was light, but there was no doubt about it.

The queen hesitated, waved her hand to signal everyone to go out, even Master Tongxuan avoided. When he went out, Yuheng squinted at a monk with mediocre martial arts, with a deep scar.

There was silence on all sides, and now there were no yellow lights.

Yu Heng smiled calmly and continued to settle down.

But this time I couldn't get in.

I don’t know where the heat starts, neither from the lower abdomen nor from the pubic area, but from the limbs, like a small flame burning in the palm of the palm. I don’t feel anything for the first time, and it spreads bit by bit. , The heat is not on the surface of the skin, but on the bones, crosses the veins, crosses the flesh and blood, and directly enters the lungs. After entering, it starts to itch. Itchy, like a warm lilac tongue, licking every inch of the body. , Wherever he passed, wagging grass grew, and the grass grew longer and longer, pulling his body like a rope, vaguely hearing blood cheering, bones ripping, dantian racing, somewhere tightening tighter , The emptiness deep in the heart becomes more and more empty.

There was a bang in his heart. Even if he hadn't been in contact with female **** in his life, he knew that he had fallen into that kind of thing. At this time, it is no longer the time to investigate when he became a Daoer. As if adding fuel to the fire, fireworks burst out all over the body with a bang.

*It is also a spring. The tighter the pressure, the higher the bounce, the more you are a boy. When you break the vow, the higher the embankment will be. The flood is unacceptable. For example, Yuheng is a boy who lives in life, but he can’t practice in the mountains. I am immersed in the yin-sound palace, accompanied by women, and have to be contaminated without being contaminated. In the past, I was supported by peerless martial arts and relied on the special quiet room in the palace to nourish my vitality. Now here, I don’t have that support.

Naturally, the reason why he is like this is because he has been in the calculation for many years, but maybe he will not know it in his life.

He was blazing like fireworks, and the world was instantly white as electricity. In that white light, he suddenly heard a low exclamation from the queen. As soon as the exclamation reached his ear, he shot in.

The heavy curtain fell again and again, and the Queen of Jin Tent pressed her hand to her heart and stared at him in surprise, and said: "Hua Er seems to have woke up..." Suddenly reacted, she raised her eyebrows and said, "What are you doing in here? , Go out, no offense!"

Yu Heng rushed over silently.

He threw her down, using the posture that he had simulated countless times in the night in his dream, he raised his hands and made a sharp cracking sound, and her gold and red dress had fallen to the ground.

She seemed to be frightened, with red lips and unable to speak, but he became even more excited by the jade-like snowy ball. With a flick of his hand, he squeezed her shoulder, and then he slammed her. She was stripped naked.

The curtain is heavily dark and faintly scented. In order to avoid disturbing the patient, the light is dim, and the heavy curtain cuts off the rain and human voices. There is no one on all sides. It is extremely quiet, and a very bright fire is ignited in the extremely quiet.

She struggled, propped her neck to look at the daughter on the bed, and said in a low voice: "She's... She's... Can't..." Somehow the tone was more coquettish than refusal. Xiang Khan Weiwei, when he heard his ears, he was suddenly ecstatic - the violent reaction like hers was no longer a rejection!

He didn't say a word, and completely suppressed himself. A well-maintained forty-year-old woman, with delicate convexities and concavities, seemed to touch a cloud, or a jade? Or the softest grass in the world? He raised his head and opened his mouth to breathe a few times. Otherwise, he would not be able to suppress the violent blood and groaning in his body... It turns out that decades of childhood is really a stupid thing. It turns out that holding a beloved woman is such a beautiful * unbelievable Gone, he hugged that female body and galloped horizontally, both of them were wet with sweat, their skin was slippery and greasy and greasy like fish, rolling into a ball, on the ground, in the dark quiet room, under her daughter's bed.

The moment when he finally found the right place to fill himself in with the unfamiliar skills, she gave a low and happy cry, and there was a loud bang in his head, a sudden breaking sound in his body, and a brilliant burst after the break In the fireworks of fireworks, the golden light flashes over the four words repeatedly:

Go in flat.

Ping, up, go, enter.

The original bliss in the world is like this, and the past decades have all been wasted.

In the sky full of golden light, years of depression finally broke out, rolling into a group of fiercely hungry men and women who have forgotten themselves, their status and status, and they have also forgotten the heaven and earth.

*Before all beings were equal, there was no distinction of status or status.

But suddenly someone smiled coldly, smiled openly, and walked in from the outside in large strides, with wind, rain, cold air, and bitter hatred, walking windy Crossed the corridor, kicked open the closed door of the house, and lifted the heavy curtain, and walked in unimpededly.

She laughed and waved the golden whip in her hand. With the whip, she woke up the ten emperors on the bed who had been shocked by the underground war and had eyelashes flashing about to wake up.

"Come, get up, come and see your mother and uncle commit adultery."