Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 8: Raksha Moon Night

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Zhan Beiye stood silently.

His eyebrows sank in the shadow of the torch, and only the outline of Shen Ning was seen, but there was still a flash of light in his eyes, forcing brightness in a blurry black.

His gaze fell on the crying Arranzhu, her thin back curled up like a young bird that has lost its protective wings, struggling in the harsh wind of the world.

This is not Arran Pearl.

This is not the Arranju he knew.

The one he knew, colorful, colorful, wielding a small waist knife, chasing him all over the world, he scolded, he ran, he glared at him and sneered at him, she just dangled her braid and smiled nonchalantly Publicity.

She said: Hey, I fell in love with you.

She said: Be the first and only one to do it.

She said: I just look at you, the rest are crooked melons.

It's so straightforward and bright, like a raging fire, I'm not afraid of him seeing it, not afraid of everyone seeing it.

Even every time she appeared in front of him, she was neat, gorgeous, bright, happier and newer every time.

He doesn't know the evaluations of the world, the suffering of the world.

It was only until today that she realized that her heart was deeply fractured, and she was bleeding with bright, unhealed blood.

His heartless heart, Ya Lanzhu is not him, men are born with the instinct to resist and fight. She is a woman, born with heavy pressure from the world, and she has been chasing for many years, which has exhausted all her energy.

Besides, there was a deeper and heavier real blow, he fell in love with Fuyao.

If there is a glimmer of hope for the dawn of the distant future in the desperation of chasing, then his gaze is tied to the sky, and it is the fate that truly extinguishes her last hope.

The pain of bereavement, the control of thoughts, instantly collapsed the last persistence that was already on the verge of collapse. She murmured before the world unconsciously, and finally dumped all her regrets, despair and sadness.

Zhan Beiye closed his eyes.

The corners of the eyes are slightly wet, reflecting a faint light of water.

Whose heart is silently shrinking in the silence? There was a dull and painful muffled sound like a drum, and the pain deep in the heart in that vibration came quietly, tightening and convulsing.

He is in pain.

But you can’t tell who is hurting? Yalanzhu's or his? Such feelings of helplessness and desolation were mixed together, and the sour and sour rushing rushing up, drowning to the throat, like a piece of eternal blood clogging.

Alanzhu’s pain, isn’t it his pain?

He and Ya Lanzhu are actually the same, hopeless chasers who indulge in the pain of love.

In the pursuit of publicity, in the publicity, the sadness of distance is divided.

That's it.

Meng Fuyao, you look at me—Meng Fuyao, you don’t have to look at me.

We are all selfish people in the world, loving what we love, turning in our direction, and skipping the scenery that we have passed by.

There is no room for turning back.

If you turn around easily, then she is not her, you are not you, and I am not me.

Love is never charity.

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As soon as Meng Fuyao turned her eyes to Zhan Beiye, she knew she was wrong.

At this moment, she herself reacted subconsciously, but it was another level of harm to the North Wilderness.

What did she look over here for? Can she beg for Zhuzhu's acceptance from Kitano? Zhuzhu will not want it, and Zhan Beiye will not accept it.

I hit Zhan Kitano's dark and heavy ebony eyes, and the moment she understood his inner thoughts, she knew his choice.

He will protect Zhuzhu against the wind and waves, he will clean up the enemies for Zhuzhu, he will treat her as a relative and friend all his life, but he will not take her into his arms and bandage her wounds by himself.

There is a kind of touching and unrelated love, and there is a kind of irreplaceable love.

She hurts because of him, and he hurts because of the other one. The nine series of love are linked together, and they are incomprehensible.

And she is destined to provoke dust and hurt the innocent.

Meng Fuyao lowered his eyes, clenched his fingers, and took a step back. In the heavy helplessness and pain, he could only remain silent.

What about the Seven Kingdoms? In front of God's will, he was finally fiddled with mercilessly.

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Ya Lanzhu's cries have gradually lowered.

The depression accumulated in my heart for many years broke out in an instant, and she was broken and empty.

Only the last bond of consciousness remains, shaking tremblingly in the wind of summer night, like a fragile hairspring, which will break in an instant.

"Mother Queen..." She murmured on the ground, kowtow frequently towards the palace gate, "Take me away..."

"Take me away..." she repeated it over and over again, gradually calming down in tears, "...I will be with you forever..."

Sighs gradually started in the square, and people's expressions gradually changed from disdain to thoughtfulness and shock. Some women were already weeping shallowly.

Even if they did not agree with the chase, people were still moved by the straightforward desolation and despair in the whispering voice of this girl.

Persistence and perseverance are the noblest emotions in the world, exuding eternal glory, and people can't help but look up and respect.

The only one who is not moved is Kang Si. He casts the spell with all his strength, and his mind is above the mind control. He is also very confident in his own practice, and believes that no one can block his control now.

He wants to solve this woman once and for all.

At the moment Yalanzhu whispered, he burst into a cold smile, and he was about to speak his last words.

The last sentence to smash the shattered Yalan Zhu, and finally smashed her consciousness into flying ash, which will never be gathered.

He will speak.

Suddenly, a man in long clothes walked towards Ya Lan Zhu, gently pressed her hand on her shoulder, and helped her up.

He was standing behind Ya Lanzhu, appearing naturally, and the gesture of lifting her was also very natural. There was nothing unusual. The people on the square were still immersed in the shocking emotions. No one felt like this. There is nothing wrong with the action.

Kang Zuo's heart jumped suddenly.

Immediately he saw the man patted on Yalanzhu's shoulder, his fingertips blooming slightly from an angle that no one could see, the shadow of the cloth in Yalanzhu's eyes was instantly swept away, and the light reappeared.

Then the man looked up and looked at him.

His long sleeves hung down on Ya Lanzhu's shoulders. Ya Lanzhu raised his head and glanced at Kang.

Only in this turn, Kang Su suddenly discovered that Ya Lanzhu's eyes changed.

If it was a bright and transparent crystal just now, it is now a sea of ​​sun shining, condensing the brilliance of the heavens and the earth, the waves are extinguished but deep and boundless.

The sea hovered peacefully in front of his eyes, and the sun was shining forever.

He was slightly dizzy, unable to look inside himself, wanting to trudge into that bright and broad deep blue.

The sea suddenly churns up, the wind is on the water, and the waves are swept over the waves. The waves are shallow and deep but endlessly pounced, trapping him step by step.

He vaguely felt that something was wrong, struggling to return, but suddenly there was a slight "buzz" in his mind, as if a tight string suddenly broke.

Immediately he heard Ya Lanzhu ask: "Where are the Faqiang royal family?"

"At..." He opened his mouth to answer, but he felt that he didn't know where he had been flicked, like a giant hand far away, grabbing his heart and squeezing hard, preventing the answer The exit.

Ya Lanzhu asked again: "What did you do to the Faqiang royal family?"

The idea in his mind screamed "Answer her to answer her!", but his heart was twisted into a **** ball. Kang Qi was torn apart in such an inconsistent struggle. He opened his mouth and breathed urgently. Suddenly green and white, cold sweat rolled down his forehead, but he couldn't say a word.

The people on the square also reacted at this time, staring at the ups and downs of the moment. It was clear that Princess Ya had been completely charged just now, and the deepest thoughts of the daughter's family were crying out. Seeing that this time will lose, why suddenly Then change the prime minister into a state of consciousness and control?

No one noticed that the man with his sleeves hanging on Yalanzhu's shoulder slightly frowned, and then Yalanzhu suddenly asked in another way.

She asked: "What was the last time you did bad things?"

"I...I..." The question of not touching the accused soul made Kang Yu a little more relaxed. He answered vaguely: "With my sister-in-law..."

There was a bang in the square, and everyone looked surprised. Ya Lanzhu asked: "What are you doing together?"

"Men's and women's affairs..." Kang Si smiled on his face, "The woman I like...sooner or later will be mine..."

"Then what are you guilty of?"

"She committed suicide..."

In the uproar, Ya Lanzhu raised a sneer and asked, "What is the happiest thing?"

"With my sister-in-law..."

"What is your favorite thing?"

"With my sister-in-law..."

"What's the quickest thing?"

"With my sister-in-law..."

"What is the most annoying thing?"

"Why did big brother come back at that hour..."

"What is the most helpless thing?"

"I don't want to kill even my nephew and niece..."

There is chaos in the square, and the questions answered in the mind control technique are absolutely true. In other words, forcing a wife to rape? Kill brother and kill the door? Prime Minister?

Aranzhu smiled cooler, and then asked: "How did you practice powerful witchcraft?"

"Practicing boys and girls...I am the foundation of yin and yang cultivation..."

"How many virgins were killed?"

"Can't remember..."

Several arbitrators suddenly stood up and walked away. Although Fufeng advocates different techniques and witchcraft better than martial arts, he still adheres to the right way in the practice of witchcraft. The witchcraft practiced by killing people is called "black witch". , It has always been forbidden to serve in the royal court, and everyone does not want to kill them soon. What's more, using virgins to practice skills is the most cruel and inferior of all "black witches."

Kang Tuo said this. It was impossible for him to stay in the court of the Qiang King. He didn't realize it, and there was even a leisurely smile on his face--the deep blue sea shining in the sun was really amazing. People are relaxed and happy...

Aranju is still unrelenting. Amidst people's anger, she went round and round, and threw up the last key question.

"Who has the deepest memory and most feeling among the people you have killed?"

"Queen...the milfs still have the charm, and the status is still noble..."

With a bang, the crowd exploded.

"Ah!" With a cry, Ya Lanzhu jumped up with a scream, jumped out of her height with one jump, her face turned white in an instant, but she was pressed down by the grandson Wuji who had been standing behind her.

He pressed Yalan Zhu, immediately tapped her acupoint, and threw it to Zhan Beiye with his hand, and Zhan Beiye took it subconsciously.

"Go to die--" Meng Fuyao has rushed up.

She was so angry that she was about to burn, and a black fire slammed into her. In the midair, her figure and the air almost smashed into a thunderbolt-like friction, and Changsun Wuji hurriedly called out behind her: "Keep your life—"

Meng Fuyao gritted his teeth bitterly in the air, knowing that at this moment, he made a move, and Kang Si, who had not awakened from the control of consciousness, would definitely become mud, and he hoped to ask him about the whereabouts of the Qiang royal family.

She raised her hand, and two **** of fur shot together: "Go! Scratch me! Be cruel!"

Nine-tailed raccoon has always been flattering, with a flash of golden light, and it really scratched Kang Yu's face, pulled ten deep grooves, and blood flowed all over his face instantly.

Master Yuan Bao rushed past with real hatred. He kicked his paw with his full strength and exploded Kang with his left eye with a pop.

Kang screamed, a dark green four-legged snake flew out of his sleeve, with sharp fangs and a steely tail.

Nine-tailed raccoon dog and Yuanbao-sama turned around in midair and looked at each other. It is rare for aspirants to reach a tacit understanding together. With a wave of their paws, they grabbed the two feet of the four-legged snake, and jumped left and right.

"Hiss——"

Kang Tuo's strange beast really became a "four-horned snake" before it even had time to lift its claws, with four feet falling on four corners.

All this was just an instant. In the blink of an eye, Kang Xu's face was still clear and he completed his vicissitudes of life. At this time, Meng Fuyao also landed in his screams and strangled his neck when he raised his hand .

"How do you want to die?" She stared at the man under her palm ferociously, "Happy? Sad?"

However, Kang Si could not do this multiple-choice question anymore. He looked pity for survival, but his body convulsed silently. He couldn't help shrinking up in Meng Fusao's palm, shrinking to a small mass and then suddenly bounced away. Then I heard a "pop".

A large amount of blood spilled from his mouth, mixed with the blood on the original face, and dripped to the ground. His body no longer shrank or flicked, and softened silently.

He is dead.

Meng Fuyao stared at the man who died inexplicably but unexpectedly. For a moment, he felt angry and helpless. When she shot her, she had resisted Kang Sip's throat and sealed his acupoints. He could not take poison or Suicide, this person was obviously still controlled by the spirit of helping the wind, and then he was killed.

Throwing Kang Sui's body heavily to the ground, Meng Fuyao stood up angrily, but a cloud of suspicion suddenly floated in his heart. Since Kang Sui had been controlled, even the thoughts of Changsun Wuji could not tell him the key secret. , It shows that the opponent's spells are quite powerful, so why didn't the opponent who controlled him save Kang when he was invaded by the grandson Wuji? Is it poor ability, or is there another reason?

However, Kang Tuo is dead, he doesn't die when he should die, and he dies faster than anyone else when he shouldn't.

Meng Fuyao sighed, looking back at the crowds on the square where the crowd was surging but at a loss, looking back at Yalan Zhu who was acupointed in Zhan Beiye’s arms, and then at the thoughtful grandson Wuji And Yunhen with cold eyes, thinking about this encounter, which originally only wanted to help Zhuzhu rise to power, but in the end it was a mishap, but it was replaced by a painful heartbreak.

In the farther horizon, the haze clouds are surging.

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On June 29th, 18th year of Tianzheng, the youngest princess Ya Lanzhu challenged the prime minister Kang Si in front of the palace gate square and exposed the prime minister’s evil deeds of plotting against the royal family to control the power. Control the palace ban.

Ya Lanzhu found the Lord Fagqiang in the secret room of the palace, and he has been proclaiming that the Lord Faqiang who "retreats to practice, the dragon body is not good", the cultivation is fake, the bad is true, and he is unconscious. Obviously, it was hit. The rest of the princes and princesses have disappeared. Arranzhu arbitrarily searched for Kang Su’s surplus party, replaced Kang Su’s trusted officials, and readjusted the palace’s defenses. After experiencing this, the little princess seemed to have emerged from the past chase. More attention was devoted to the royal responsibilities that she had been neglecting.

In fact, people who know how to persevere are born with a strong personality. When a daughter from a royal family turns her attention from love to politics, she can also exude the brilliance of fortitude that belongs to her alone.

While the competition in the square was a cry, it also washed out the unbearable image of the princess who belonged to the "shame of Qiang" in the eyes of the citizens of Gale City. The idiot became a love, and the chase understood as Brave, witchcraft, even the prime minister is controlled to expose the crime on the spot. Isn't such a princess the honor of becoming a Qiang?

The image of princess Ya is getting better, especially the female supporters are getting bigger and bigger. They are moved by the persistence of the phrase "one pair for life" on the square, and they strongly urge that under the leadership of the princess, transform Fufeng and "knock over what his wife served." Husbands in the footbath.

On the ninth day of July, the princes and princesses disappeared because the lord of the country could not ignore the matter. At the request of the ministers, Ya Lanzhu regent.

During this period of time, Meng Fuyao stayed with Yalan Zhu. While sharing all the good things from Mizong Valley, he stepped up his exercises, and the five colors collected in Mizong Valley. Hua and Yu Gao, the old man Lei Dong and half of her, this thing is very useful for the bright and fierce type of real power she has practiced. Meng Fuyao has faintly felt the surging of true energy, and there are signs of impending rush.

The effect was good, so she wanted to share it with her companions, and first sent a copy to Yalanzhu, but Yalanzhu refused.

"I don't need to practice martial arts anymore." Ya Lanzhu focused on the Fufeng map on the bookcase, and couldn't help but paint. "You gave me many inner alchemy of the strange beasts of the Lost Valley, that's right. I am very useful. I will concentrate on practicing witchcraft in the future."

"Zhuzhu." Meng Fuyao looked at her attentively and didn't want to bother him. However, every time I saw her recently, I was so busy. I didn't have a chance to say a few words. I can't help it today.

"You... seem to be out of sight to me."

Ya Lanzhu still lowered her head, but the pen in her hand suddenly stopped. After a moment of silence, she put down the pen and signaled the waiting officials to withdraw.

"How come." She came over from the book case, hugged Meng Fuyao's shoulder, smiled apologetically, "I'm just a little busy."

Meng Fuyao stared into her eyes, Zhuzhu's gaze remained bright, but it seemed that she lost a bit of the indulgence she used to be. Is this the growth she must experience? In the eyes of the world, this kind of growth is gratifying, but Meng Fuyao feels sad. She misses that Zhuzhu who wields a small waist knife to fight Beiye's "Kill Your First", and misses that she knocked on a wine glass on her birthday to tell her about love Zhuzhu, who insisted on the point of view, missed the charming little princess who embraced her on the golden palace of the gods and pretended to sing double reeds with her.

In the past, we will die one day before today, and we will be born one day after today.

The pains and joys of the past will eventually be buried by time and destiny.

Meng Fuyao sighed, and stretched out his hand to embrace Zhuzhu's somewhat thinner shoulder. The grandson Wuji told her that the person involved did not remember the behavior of mind control, which made her feel a little comforting. I think that would be better for Zhuzhu-not only to vent the gloom in my heart, but not to be hurt again, just watching her work so hard, and a little doubtful, she really doesn't remember?

The woman on her shoulders is a little short of herself, leaning gently, the skin is refreshing in summer, and the wind blows from the wide open window sashes, bringing gardenias under the window and the lotus pond in the distance. The fragrance of the middle water lily.

The paper on the table was blown by the wind, and Meng Fuyao swept over, his eyes jumped.

"Are you going to be a soldier against Shao?"

At the point of the ink pen on the map, there are three divisions of troops, and they will be the largest city on the border.

"Yes." Ya Lanzhu straightened up, "They can do something to me, why can't I attack them?"

"Zhuzhu," Meng Fuyao groaned, "Are you really sure that Burning is your enemy?"

"Why not?" Yalanzhu said, "In the Wandering Valley, on the waist of the Burning Wizard, there is a sign of my life as a Qiang wizard. In Windy City, Kang Si, who holds the government, was originally born and burned. In the process of excluding dissidents, he also quietly inserted a lot of cronies who were originally burned by them, and the technique used by my father was like the unique dream Gu of Burning there. All the clues point to Burning, why am I Want to let them go?"

"Zhuzhu, I always think things are not that simple." Meng Fuyao frowned, "You think twice..."

"There is no time to think twice!" Arran Zhu quickly cuts. "The royal family members should be in their hands. I will become passive if I don't do anything. They take the time when they think I have just gotten a firm foothold. , It’s more advantageous than waiting for them to make the conditions before calling!"

Meng Fuyao thinks this view is right in her heart, but some vague anxiety still makes her dissuade her, "Zhuzhu, the country has just been in chaos, and Tal is watching him next door. At this time, it is not appropriate to start... …"

"Don't stop me!" Yalan Zhu suddenly shouted.

Meng Fuyao suddenly stopped, staring at Ya Lanzhu in a daze.

"Think twice and act, think and act, it's you, Meng Fuyao, not me!" Ya Lanzhu put her hands on the case, tightly holding the map in her palm, the paper was squeezed and folded in her hands. The black arrow of troops was distorted and shot, as if the gunpowder was even more beautiful. Her fingers were shaking, and her voice trembling with excitement, "Your brother and sister were not taken captive to life or death. Your father is not sick and lying in bed unconscious, your mother You have not been humiliated and unreported, you are successful, you are strong, you are omnipotent, and you respond with one answer, how can you understand my anxiety and my suffering!"

She raised her hand to the compartment behind the study, her face pale, "Do you know why I have been here? Behind this study is the place where my mother was humiliated and murdered, and my soul lamp is hidden here! I fell suddenly at the border of Dawan not because of being victimized, but because she controlled me before dying. She didn’t want me to return to China to face danger. She didn’t want me to take revenge. She decided to let me go outside. Chasing a man! If it weren’t for her to protect me, she might be able to escape from Kang Si! What have I given her for so many years? I’ve been with her for a few days? If until now, I can’t avenge her, I live What are you doing?"

Meng Fuyao leaned on the table, his face almost as white as hers, and said for a while: "Zhuzhu, it's not that you don't want your revenge, we all remember your hatred..."

"No." Ya Lanzhu rebuffed, "You have helped me too much. No need!"

Meng Fuyao retreated again, his eyes were dark and moist, and he said with difficulty for a while: "Zhuzhu...Do you...hate me?"

Ya Lanzhu shook, as if she was awakened from anger, excitement and confusion, her eyes were a little blank for an instant, and she shot fixedly on the opposite wall. It took a while before she suddenly regained her gaze and grabbed herself angrily. Hair, murmured: "...ah...not..."

She put her fingers in her hair, clutching nervously, Meng Fuyao raised her hand to touch her, but stopped in midair, but Ya Lanzhu had raised her head and squeezed out something uglier than crying. Laughed, and said in a low voice: "No...no...I...I'm just too tired..."

She walked over quickly, reached out and hugged Meng Fu, without saying anything, tears were already dripping down.

Meng Fuyao patted her lightly, and said softly: "Don't push yourself too hard..." Before the voice fell, a tear fell on the back of his hand.

It's so cool and moist, it's drenched to the bottom of my heart.

In the great world, men and women of the world, those of the temperament who have fallen into the humiliation, no one has made mistakes, but they shed tears in each other's mistakes.

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When he came out of the study, Meng Fuyao was very worried, only feeling that he could not breathe as heavy as a boulder was pressing down on his heart, so he wanted to sit in an open place and took a detour to the lotus pond.

There are people fishing by the lotus pond, looking like a fairy from a distance.

He sits crouched on a thin and transparent viewing stone by the pool. The person is more elegant and clear than that stone. The lavender shirt is scattered in the wind, and the noble aroma of cool snow is diffused.

The white jade fishing rod and the blue wire fishing line in the hand are long.

Just no bait or hook.

Oh no, there are actually fishing baits, but they are rather different, fat and round, with white hair.

Master Yuanbao swayed with the fishing line in his mouth, his tail trembled and trembling, and a pair of thieves looked for fish in the water. Unfortunately, this bait was too big and bulky. The tail hair used as bait was too much. No fish in the past had it. Foraging interest.

Meng Fuyao saw this pair, his first reaction was to go around.

The eyes are still red, and it’s a troublesome thing to show to Changsun Wuji.

Turned around and left. After walking a few steps, the clothes were pulled. Looking back, a fishing line was hooked on the back collar.

The man behind him smiled and said: "What a big fish!"

Meng Fuyao had no choice but to go over, squatted under the stone and asked him: "Who is this fishing for?"

"You chant." Changsun Wuji picked her up and placed it in his arms. Meng Fuyao was dissatisfied, and Changsun Wuji said: "The stone is so big, you squeeze it, squeeze it down and wet the clothes. Very good."

Meng Fuyao knew that this guy could do it. If his heart became dark and grabbed her and threw her into the water in order to see her wet, it was possible, so he stayed still and stared at a water lily in the pool. After a long sigh, he said: "It's so good to be a flower, it's much easier than being a human being."

"Who offended you?" Changsun Wuji squeezed her face, pulled Zola right and right, tried to pinch the smile lines, and was beaten down by Meng Fuyao with a "pop" palm, cursing: "Suspect !"

The grandson Wuji ignored her and hugged her leisurely and said: "I miss your heartless smile, showing two front teeth and two molars..."

Meng Fu shook his head, grinning grimly at him with four front teeth and six molars.

"When can you not be against me?" Changsun Wuji buried his head on her shoulder and sniffed her scent, feeling much better than the full pond lotus. "Ah no, you are not Meng if you don't fight against me. Fuyao."

Meng Fuyao smiled. After all, he was full of thoughts. He couldn't help but talk to Changsun Wuji about the preparation of Yalanzhu's attack. Changsun Wuji listened, and did not ask about Yalanzhu's deployment, but directly asked: "You suffer Aggrieved? Zhuzhu is angry with you for this?"

Meng Fuyao glanced at him, feeling very helpless for this person’s crystal heart and short-term heart, so he had to explain: “It’s okay, she’s under too much pressure. If you say that at this time, if she still laughs with me and has no complaints, I think Not normal."

"Fuyao..." Changsun Wuji seemed to be thinking about something, hesitated for a while, "avoid her a little bit...I'm always worried..."

"What do you mean?" Meng Fuyao straightened up, his eyebrows were already erected, "Do you doubt Zhuzhu? How is it possible?"

"If I really doubted her, I would have told you a long time ago." Changsun Wuji was still thinking, "It's just that this kind of relationship is not appropriate after all."

"You are still doubting her." Meng Fu sneered without slamming, "Long Sun Wuji, you really have the noble heart of a noble race, so you have a detached attitude of standing high on the cloud and overlooking all beings. What kind of person is Ya Lanzhu? You know and I know, and you and I know better. If she pretends, it’s impossible to pretend. Until now, people are sad enough, what do you doubt?"

The eldest grandson Wuji was silent, and said for a long while: "It's weird to help the wind, and there are many ways to control the heart. Princess Ya and you have a complicated relationship, and it is impossible to prevent others from taking advantage of the loophole."

"Then, is she under control?" Meng Fuyao asked directly, "Although you don’t know how to use witchcraft, your martial arts also seem to have a line of magical mysticism. If she has any problems, you should be able to Can you tell?"

The grandson Wuji was silent for a while, and answered: "No."

"Very good, very good." Meng Fuyao's fire came up and pushed him away, "His Royal Highness, I know I should be grateful for your concern for me, but I never hope you will be My concern is regarded as the only thing in life, so I forget the consideration, sympathy, understanding, and all other ordinary but indispensable emotions of others that I should have when I am a human being-I hope you are an ordinary person, not a cloud God."

She lifted her leg, pushed away the Lord Yuan Bao who was trying to block the way, and walked away without saying a word, leaving the grandson Wou-ki facing the lotus pond silently, for a long while, slowly turning the fishing line round and round Wrapped around the hand.

Those entangled thoughts, circles around...

After a long, long time, he sighed and said:

"Maybe I used to be a **** in the cloud..."

"But since I met you, I have become a soul without a destination."

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On July 14th of the eighteenth year of Faqiang Tianzheng, Yalanzhu sent troops to carry out a sneak attack on the neighboring Shadang, trying to defeat Shaodang to regain the hostages. However, Shaodang seemed to be prepared for this, and could not have it in ordinary time. The speed of the reaction was rapid, and the army of the King Faqiang was fighting against the Lie Sun City on the border for three days, and a stalemate formed. The peace and balance of Fufeng for many years was quickly broken. The sneak attack became a plain siege battle, and the divided territory was silent. The war for hegemony was ignited, and the sharp light of the sword illuminates the vast rivers and mountains.

After the battle was at a stalemate, Ya Lanzhu was very anxious. She talked about military affairs with the minister all day in the study. There was a big bubble in the corner of her mouth. During the busiest time, she stayed up for a few days and her eyes all turned red, but she never spoke to Meng Fuyao asked for help. In the end, Beiye couldn't see it through. He went straight to the palace study, tore up all the strategies drawn up by his staff, re-formed the strategy, and refitted Xiaoqi who had followed him, and sent him to the Faqiang Wangjun as his deputy. .

Meng Fuyao dispatched Tiecheng so that this guard, who had never fought before, could follow Xiaoqi to learn. Xiaoqi hadn’t fought for a long time and his hands would be itchy, no matter who he helped fight with. Just hit it.

On the seventh day of August, Xiao Qi was defeated under the scorching sun city, which caused the Wang Jun to chase out of the city, and led to the lake outside the city. The autumn night lake was foggy, and the Wang Jun couldn't discern his direction. He was already ambushed. Tiecheng led his troops there and went all out.

Since then, there has been a battle with Beiye sitting in the center of the town, Xiaoqi confronted the enemy in front of the enemy, the battle situation turned sharply, the burn was steadily defeated, and the morale was greatly reduced. At last, Arranzhu was slightly liberated from the huge pressure, and his face also smiled. Meng Fuyao looked at him, and felt relieved. The two of them once talked about the battle. Arranzhu was very grateful to say: "Thanks to Fuyao, if it wasn't a coincidence that I knew you, you have affected the surrounding countries. Now I will definitely not dare to fight this battle, let alone other things, the neighbor’s Xuanji, the border’s Promise, the Fufeng tribe and the civil turmoil, I will definitely take advantage of it. It’s fine now, I don’t have to worry about it."

Meng Fuyao laughed and said: "How can I be willing to beat you?" After speaking, he suddenly moved. Compared with Dawan, which only borders Faqiang, Wuji and Fufeng are truly bordering countries. For the long-term Sun Wuji, whose political interests are paramount, the opportunity to help the wind at this time is the best opportunity to take advantage of the fire. Will he...make a move?

Thinking about this, I jumped up. The man is alive, awakening the world, drunk and lying on the knees of beauty. For the top politician, Sun Wuji, why not have the world? He is so calm again, Zhuzhu's encounter is so heartbreaking, they are all entangled in it to affect him, only he is still detached and indifferent to make such suggestions to her, from the standpoint and aspiration, shot seems to be an inevitable choice.

However, after another thought, I found it impossible. If Changsun Wuji was so realistic and cold, it would be impossible for Beiye and Zongyue to succeed to the throne unhindered. He did not even take action against his rivals against Beiye and Zongyue, let alone deal with her. More beads of different meanings?

Thinking about this, I let go, and couldn't help but laugh at how I thought of going here? Eighty percent is the guy’s suggestion a few days ago to make himself feel cold. Recently I saw that he was not a part of God, so he was suspicious. It’s really a foolish association. In any case, it’s based on what you know about him, even if it’s for She, Wuji would never be so.

A few days later, it was August 15th. Although it was the reunion festival, a few people were afraid of touching Yalanzhu’s sadness. They never mentioned it. At night, a court lady came to invite you, saying that Princess Ya would invite you all. Go to Liuzouting to enjoy the moon.

Arrived at the Liuzhuang Pavilion, the curved water flowed through the eye, and the blue waves gave birth to the ripples. Crystal lamps were hung in the pavilion, reflecting the moon and the clouds in the water. Come and welcome it.

Meng Fuyao strode over and looked at the moon in the sky grinningly and said: "Today's moon is really round, not only round, but also beautiful."

Everyone looked up, and it turned out that the moonlight was reddish, like a crystal coral bead. Arran Zhu looked at the moon, but showed a surprised look, saying: "I didn't care about the moonlight this year, it seems It is the moon of the Rakshasa in our Fufeng legend."

"The Moon of the Rakshasa?" Meng Fuyao quickly grabbed a place to sit down, and pulled the cloud mark, and Sun Wuji hurriedly sat down, just to squeeze Zhan Beiye and Yalanzhu together, but the two , Looked at each other, Zhan Beiye sat sideways, Ya Lanzhu lowered her eyes, no one could see her expression for a moment, and she raised her eyes again and began to diligently hold the pot to everyone.

Meng Fuyao is a little puzzled now. She thought that the Beiye had been planning a military for Yalan Zhu recently, and there might be some looseness between the two, but now that it is like this, she can't see anything.

Ya Lanzhu deliberately turned her attention away and answered her question: "We have a legend about Fufeng. This pale red and coral moonlight is the day when the magic of the wind is flourishing. On this day, the top wizards will perform Spells, gods and ghosts avoid infinite power."

"Aha, how powerful is this?" Meng Fuyao smiled, "Move the mountains to the sea?"

"Do you think it is Taoism?" Yalan Zhubai glanced at her. "The most magical time I have ever heard was on a Raksha full moon night thirty years ago. The Fufeng Great Wizard and an alien leader The fighting technique caused the opponent to annihilate the clan overnight, but the Great Wizard God never came back. Some people said that he had cultivated into an immortal body before the fighting technique. This is an immortal promotion, and I don’t know whether it is true or false."

"Witch God..." Meng Fuyao smiled, "It's a big tone."

Zhang Sun Wuji suddenly asked: "What is the name of this great witch god, and which race is the other race he is fighting against?"

"I forgot." Ya Lanzhu smiled apologetically, "I'll go back to the palace to check, there should be there on Fufeng Yizhi."

"Drinking and drinking." Meng Fuyao toasted with a big glass, "It's just an irrelevant thing, what to look for." She pulled Yalan Zhu to fight the wine, "Come on, feeling deep and bored, whoever is not drunk tonight Tortoise."

She deliberately wanted to make Arranju happy, and rolled up her sleeves to persuade her to drink.

"Come on, Yunhen, it's fortunate to drink Sansheng..."

"Beads, make a fortune in all seasons!"

"Fight against the North Wild, the five blessings come!"

"Changsun Wuji, Liuliu Dashun..."

"Uh, ingot, all directions..."

"Nine-tailed...come, nine-nine-one..."

When the night was quiet, Meng Fuyao got up for a drink, hullala pushed down the stump, pushed Zhan Beiye, who was already drunk, to Yunhen, and pulled her eldest grandson. Promise pushed aside, grabbed Yalan Zhu and stumbled out.

Changsun Wuji caught up and whispered in her ear: "Fuyao, since tonight is the moon of the Rakshasa, you must be more careful and live next door to me."

"Go, it's just a legend. Girl, I'm still afraid of a moon?" Meng Fuyao pushed him away, dragged Yalanzhu and left, whispering in her ear: "Hey, Zhuzhu, today Since night is the moon of the Rakshasa, can I sleep with you? Anyway, you protect me too, what if there is a strong man with a bad heart?"

"Come on, it's good if you can't afford to be a strong man." Ya Lanzhu was also a little drunk, and the blushing face did not push her away.

"I'm going to hug my pillow." Meng Fu shook his tongue and walked back. On the road, he met Changsun Wuji. He stood outside her door and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her coming back, saying, "Don't sleep there. "

"What are you thinking about." Meng Fuyao pushed him away, wanting to say that he came back to get a pillow, and didn't want a burp up to suppress the words, stumbled in, and felt unable to get up when he fell on the bed. Up.

Feeling the grandson Wuji coming in behind him, he sat beside her gently stroking her hair, as if staring at her for a long time, and sighed vaguely reverberating in the room, then he got up, took off her boots, and covered her. Get on the bed, blow out the lights, and walk out gently.

Meng Fuyao was so drunk that he couldn't get up for a while, his face was buried in the pillow, and he fell asleep. I don't know how long he slept, and Huo Ran opened his eyes in surprise and saw a strange, pale red moon in the sky.

She felt thirsty. She grabbed the tea cup from the table and drank it for a while. She became more clear-headed. She remembered that she had said that she had come back to get the pillow. Why did she fall asleep? Zhuzhu won't be waiting for her, right? I looked at the time and didn't sleep long, so he hugged the pillow and went out again.

It was very quiet along the way. There were not many guards in the Faqiang Palace. The various formations and strange arts themselves were also a layer of orientation. A red moon was shining above the head, and the ground was glowing with a faint silver-red color, like a layer of uncleanness. The blood of ignorance, Meng Fuyao's heart was irritable for no reason, standing still under the moonlight.

At this stop, the five senses were open, and suddenly I caught the voice from the wind.

The voice of Longsun Wuji.

"...Don't let her know..."

"...the side army is mobilized..."

"...keep it for me, wait for me..."

What do you mean? What do these words mean? What are you hiding from yourself? Why should the side army be mobilized? What is he going to do?

Also tonight, he has always been a little unwilling. On weekdays, she is drunk and he must take advantage. But tonight she left without doing anything. She came back and held a pillow and he stood by the door. She thought he was He wanted to steal incense again, but he was like that, but he seemed to just want to witness her return.

Meng Fuyao stood there with a frown, thinking of him repeatedly preventing her from staying in the Palace of Arran Pearl tonight, and thinking of the earlier thoughts, and felt that his whole body exploded, soaking in the coolness of this Mid-Autumn Festival. In the moonlight, I suddenly felt cold from my fingertips to my toes.

Just so dumbfounded, a shadow suddenly floated in front of him. Looking at the figure, it seemed that he was Changsun Wuji.

Meng Fuyao immediately followed.

The shadow of the light purple long dress was wafting, swaying as light as nothing in the wind, and instantly passed over the eaves. The exquisite degree of that light work, at present, no one can reach except the grandson Wuji.

He went straight to Yalanzhu's bedroom.

Meng Fuyao chased after her, but her heart throbbed. Every time she approached Yalanzhu’s bedroom, her heart tightened, like a large stone on an iron chain, and every inch dragged the chain deep into the flesh and blood , Straight to the end.

Jangsun Wuji... what are you going to do?

She followed, watching the grandson Wuji drifting into Yalanzhu’s bedroom, watching him silently sneak into the bedroom, watching him enter the palace, the pink moonlight shining endlessly, shining in front of the window, reflecting The long figure on the window paper——