Sealing Sword Chapter 90: Undercurrents
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The so-called meeting after farewell is not necessarily the joy of encountering old friends in another country, but it may also be the embarrassment of being speechless.
Of course, Chu Ziyu didn't talk about secret hobbies in front of outsiders, and quietly winked at King Duan. King Duan put down his wine glass, got up and led Lu Mingyuan to Qinglian Residence next door.
Lu Mingyuan hesitated, submitted the letter that Ruan Feiyu indicated to the emperor, and then looked back at Chu Xiwei, with a worried expression in her expression, but only a calm glance, so he had to follow Get out.
As soon as they left, the Qing dynasty behind the screen also hugged the piano. Only Chu Xiwei and Chu Ziyu were left in Anxiangju, and there were no more people waiting.
Chu Xiwei sat down with her clothes, took an unused wine glass and filled herself with it, and she was bored with a blank expression.
Chu Ziyu was close to him back then, and naturally knew that this cousin had a temperament. In the past, as the elder brother, he followed most of them anyway. Now, as the ninth-five elder, he suddenly felt a little complicated when he saw Chu Xiwei like this.
As if a seed that he thought had long been rotten broke out in his heart, the green seedling was not big and fragile, but he couldn't bear to step on it again.
The two brothers who had been close to each other have become the situation they are today. To say that Chu Ziyu took it easy, it is definitely a lie.
Especially Chu Xiwei herself from start to finish, there is nothing to apologize to him.
What Chu Ziyu cared about was Chu Xiwei's parents and the broken sleeves when the palace changed. However, after thinking about it for a long time, he really couldn't think of what Chu Xiwei was wrong.
The person who doesn't know is not guilty, not to mention that he was so young back then.
However, many things in the world are hard to say, and there is no clear distinction between right and wrong. Up to now, how many grievances have been lost yesterday, whether the enthusiasm of those innocent friends, or the opposite sides of their positions, is nothing but empty talk for the two of them.
Chu Ziyu's thoughts were tumbling in his heart, but his face was dripping with water. After reading the blood-stained letter, he lifted the hip flask after a long silence and renewed a cup for Chu Xiwei. Then he smiled: "Don't worry. Am I poisoning?"
"Brother Ziyu has always come from an arrogant gentleman. If you use poisoning tricks, you will only insult yourself." Chu Xiwei drank a second glass of wine, and now his drink volume is not as good as before. "Mianchun" "It's just a tasting, and I don't even notice it.
He said this with confidence, not only for understanding Chu Ziyu, but also for grasping himself.
It's really quite different from the kid who only knew how to cry.
In a hurry in the wild that night, Chu Ziyu sent the knife away again, entangled in his heart, and it was also complicated and unspeakable to Chu Xiwei, but he didn't seriously look at how he looked like.
Hearing this now, and looking at Chu Xiwei’s handsome eyebrows through the bright candlelight in the room, Chu Ziyu inevitably felt a little dazed, and soon recovered, drank a cup, and said: "I thought Last time we parted, it was Yong Jue."
"Do you think I would feel comfortable seeing this face of you?" Chu Xiwei put down the wine glass, speaking without mercy, and without a good face.
He put aside his unspeakable love and hatred for Ye Fusheng, but he still has a heart for Chu Ziyu. Although he has no plans to kill and kill him, it is impossible to have no guesses as usual.
His words are not polite, Chu Ziyu is not angry, after all, there are too many people who have watched many honey-belly swords over the years, and like this, he can't ask for it.
Chu Ziyu smiled, but a cold expression appeared in his eyes: "You are so rude to the prince of a country, are you afraid that I will punish you?"
"It's the fault of the grass people." Upon hearing the words, Chu Xiwei's mouth slowly pulled up a smile, "Cao Ming Chu Xiwei sees the emperor, long live your majesty, long live long live your majesty...so, how about that?"
His words were very decent, but he didn't show any respect, and he didn't even salute. It's not so much as seeing the emperor as seeing the red and white face on the stage.
However, after this question and answer, the coldness in Chu Ziyu's eyes melted away.
He laughed lowly, and the laughter rolled in his throat for two turns before it overflowed the corner of his mouth. He reached out his hand to wipe the corner of his eye and said: "Xiwei, you have changed."
Chu Xiwei finally looked at him straight.
The second meeting in ten years, compared to the hurried meeting in Yedu's upset last time, under the bright lights, he can take a good look at this person who is no longer what he used to be.
Chu Ziyu is only four years older than him, and now he should be at the age of a magnificent and prosperous age. However, there is a sea in his eyes. Although he did not say a three-point smile, he was more awe-inspiring.
The golden jade crown raised his head and long hair neatly, but with Chu Xiwei's eyesight, he still saw a few traces of frosty white that were not easily detectable.
The boy who was only fifteen years old became the last winner in the Bloody Palace. I don't know how many blood and bones were stepped on to the top, but everyone knows that when he sits in that seat, it is the beginning of all the swords and shadows.
Thinking and worrying is a tool that is more aging than the ruthless fleeting years. It is easy to be a mediocre person, but Chu Ziyu has the ambition to reform the law and take a new path.
Pursuing something in his place is never an understatement.
Chu Ziyu rubbed the white porcelain wine glass with his fingers, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "When you left, I looked at your eyes and felt that you would never return to Tianjing in your life, or you would come back and fight with me. ."
Chu Xiwei chuckled slightly.
His laughter has not faded. Chu Ziyu already felt a flower in front of him. He didn't move his upper body slightly to his side. He raised his hand to "turn the flower" to the strong wind. After closing, there was a bit of tingling on the side of the neck.
Chu Xiwei, who was originally sitting opposite him, crossed the small table and came behind him in the blink of an eye. Not only did he flicker to trick him into making the wrong hand, but also put a piece of broken porcelain against his lifeline in his throat.
The sharp crack in the porcelain piece has pierced the skin, and a drop of scarlet has been mottled on it. No matter how close Chu Xiwei's hand is, Chu Ziyu will become a dead person.
The murderous aura that had been unconsciously exposed just now, Chu Ziyu only felt that the breath of the person behind him suddenly changed, turning into countless fangs pierced into the flesh and blood, wishing to tear him apart.
There is a bronze mirror on the opposite side, which reflects the situation behind him at this moment-the smile at the corner of Chu Xiwei's mouth has not disappeared, but the expression in her eyes is cold, as if the night is suddenly infected with a monster, making the living person degenerate into a ghost.
"I have killed many kinds of people, but I have never killed the emperor..." Chu Xiwei's mouth was slowly pursed back, and her voice changed to Senhan, "Brother Ziyu, do you dare?"
As a warrior, Chu Ziyu's instinct could make him subconsciously want to get out of trouble, but he was restrained and refilled himself with a glass of wine: "Of course you dare, but you won't be so stupid."
The murderous intent that erupted at that instant was of course true. Chu Ziyu felt Chu Xiwei's killing intent very realistically, even if his hand holding the cup was still steady, a layer of cold sweat formed behind him.
He has become a ninth-five person, but government affairs have occupied most of his mind and time over the years. Even if Ye Fusheng didn't hide his own privates, Chu Ziyu's martial arts had progressed compared to ten years ago, but it was far less than Chu Xiwei, who had thrown himself away from the dust.
Chu Xiwei's talent originally surpassed him. In addition to his younger roots when he was practicing martial arts, Ye Fusheng had long said that he would surpass himself in martial arts. It’s just that at that time, Chu Xiwei was still a young emperor grandson with good clothes and good food. When she was practicing martial arts, she always liked to **** and slippery. It was not until the palace changed everything that she suddenly lost everything before she really devoted her mind to martial arts. Wu Xia Amon.
In the match between the rabbits and the flocks in the wild crossing a month ago, although Chu Ziyu had the upper hand, in fact, Chu Xiwei was confused because of his words, and was caught off guard by the long-awaited "thunder". , However, although Chu Xiwei was forced to retreat at that moment, it did not really hurt him.
From that time, Chu Ziyu really realized that Chu Yao, the meatballs who were squeezed round and flattened, have really disappeared, replaced by Chu Xiwei, the master of a hundred ghosts who walked in the dark night and killed himself.
Because of this, Chu Ziyu can be sure that he will not do it.
If he were Chu Yao who had nothing and full of hatred, he would be willing to dare to pull the emperor off the horse. However, if he bears the responsibility of a hundred ghosts, he will not put his private hatred above thousands of innocent people. .
A person who is not concerned can be irresponsible and invulnerable, but Chu Xiwei, who has responsibility, must think twice, no matter how much hatred he is, he will not really kill him.
Chu Ziyu drank the wine, and Chu Xiwei also let go of the broken porcelain in her hand.
The moment the skin and flesh were pierced just now, countless past events surged up with hatred. Those grievances and hatreds were all tumbling with sorrows, joys and anger. Chu Xiwei almost didn't control herself and almost cut Chu Ziyu away. His throat, for this half-life turned upside down years to do a dust settle.
But as Chu Ziyu expected, he still didn't have it after all.
Turning back to the seat, breathing calmly as usual, Chu Xiwei drank a glass of wine, and said: "Seeing you and King Duan are in the same room, it seems that whether you are in the same room with your uncle, nephew, or ruler, the left and right have reached a consensus, but I ran for nothing. It's time."
"It is beyond my expectation that you can make this trip." Chu Ziyu smiled, "You know a lot about Ruan Xiang."
Chu Xiwei sneered: "In a position that is always on the tip of a knife, there is a large group of lifeless things desperately trying to sit on it."
Chu Ziyu stretched out his hand to support his forehead: "Unfortunately, if the person in this position makes a mistake, the consequences will be unimaginable."
The sneer at the corner of Chu Xiwei's mouth freezes in an instant.
"The king of rituals is ambition, colluding with foreign races and forces in the arena, and secretly removing obstacles to his plot, and he is too good at hiding the front and grabbing the feathers. If there is no Ruan Xiang's plot this time, I might not know who is behind the back I hit me with a knife." Chu Ziyu's finger fell on the letter, and a sharp expression appeared in his eyes, "I am not sorry to die, but the big Chu Jiangshan cannot fall into the hands of a villain who can sell the country for his own benefit."
Chu Xiwei said: "What is the use of what you said to me?"
"You don't want to set foot in the court anymore, I don't worry about your return to the palace, but..." Chu Ziyu pushed the letter over, "If you get your hands on some things, it's not easy to get rid of them. "