Qie Shi Tian Xia Chapter 48: Anita Mui Lengxue covers the city

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"On November 15th, the 27th year of Jingyan, the adversary Bai's Jingyao attacked the imperial capital, and then forced the palace to usurp the throne. King Xing Yong rushed to the imperial capital to relieve the danger. Wang Renxian stayed in the Zen position, but he was missing. However, King Yong was humble and did not dare to take it. He said: He must sweep the world to welcome the emperor."

The nine-day tragic decisive battle, tens of thousands of dead lives, the imperial city drowned in blood and snow...and those people and things hidden in the gloom, in the writings of historians, in the end, it was just such a short A paragraph is over.

In front of Qilong Palace, Feng Lanxi stood on the high alchemy steps, looking up, the entire imperial palace, the entire imperial capital, were underfoot.

"Lord, Chang You has killed himself." Ren Chuanyu stopped at his first stop, "He left a last word: He is loyal to the Lord, but bears the grace of the Bai family, and now he has no face."

"Chang You." Feng Lanxi said the name softly. When he was still ten years old, he left his prime of life and went to Beizhou. Ten years later, he completed what he had delivered, but he did not see the last. Silent for a long time, sighed softly, "Thick burial is often you, in the name of the loyal minister of Beizhou!"

"Yes!" Ren Chuanyu bowed his head.

"It's a cold winter." Feng Lan stood with his hands on his hands and looked up, as if looking to the end of the sky, "Through the rain, look at this palace, you can't see the side at a glance. Now, it is under our feet. "

Ren Chuanyu heard the words and bowed and said: "Lord, not only the palace and the imperial capital, the whole world will be under your feet in the future!"

"Really." It seemed to ask rhetorically, but the tone was calm and confident.

Ren Chuanyu raised his head, glanced quietly across Feng Lanxi's invisible face, opened his mouth as if to say something, but swallowed it several times. He turned around and looked at the solemn palace. Looking far away, it was a magnificent imperial capital. A few months ago, they were still in Yongzhou, but today they are in the imperial capital, in the imperial palace! The person in front of you is not only that, he will climb to the top of the boundless mountain, he will rule the world!

So, waving away those hesitations, he bowed his head, and said seriously and firmly, "My lord, please make Nafeng a concubine!"

Hearing this, Feng Lanxi retracted his gaze from the distance, and glanced sideways at the courtier beside him, her dark eyes were bottomless.

"After Miss Feng is Feng's family, if the Lord can accept her as a concubine, then in the hearts of the world, the Lord should be the unquestionable emperor!" Ren Chuanyu's voice was quiet with excitement and excitement, like a long distance The trekker suddenly saw a shortcut to the destination.

Feng Lanxi looked at him with deep eyes and calm expression. After a long time, he turned around, looked up at the magnificent Qilong Palace in front of him, and slowly said: "Through the rain, you are loyal to loneliness, lonely and clear , But don’t mention this again!"

"Master!" Ren Chuanyu wanted to persuade.

Feng Lanxi waved his hand, squinted slightly, and looked at Qilong Palace. There was an unpredictable sigh in his calm voice, "Why didn't you think about this, but in view of this, there have been countless Baibi falls in Qilong Palace..."

At the end of November, it was already freezing cold, and Beizhou, located in the northernmost part of the East, had already been covered with heavy snow. Looking at it, it was all white.

In the palace, the servants have already shoveled the snow on the passages of the palaces, but there is still thick snow on the roofs and branches.

"Princess." Pin Lin, who was wrapped in thick fur, gently called to Bai Langhua, who had been standing in the garden for nearly an hour.

"What's the matter?" Bai Langhua's voice was dumb, but not angry.

"Princess, it's too cold here, let's go back." Pinlin persuaded sadly. The princess, who was originally fresh and delicate like a flower bud, has now become like a dead tree in the winter, without life.

"I have seen this tree for seven days, but the snow on the branches has not melted, but has formed thick ice." Bai Langhua looked at the bare tree with idiotic eyes.

"Princess..." Pin Lin said, but her voice was choked, and there was soreness in her throat, and she couldn't say anything.

What can she say to the princess?

First, General Xiu, and then the Lord, the bad news came one after another. This is how the princess can bear it.

The princess, who even kept the parrot dead, would be sad and weeping for a long time. When she heard the bad news of General Xiu and the Lord, she did not shed a single tear. She was just like a wooden doll. From then on she would just sit and stand rigidly. With.

"Pin Lin, don't be sad."

Pin Lin was looking down and sad, she suddenly felt a cold touch on her face, and raised her head hurriedly, but she didn't know when the princess came to her and was reaching out to wipe the tears on her face.

"Pin Lin, don't cry." Bai Langhua reached out and gently hugged the crying Pin Lin.

Is these tears shed for yourself? A heart is riddled with sores, and if it is bleeding and pus, the tears can no longer flow out, only the pain that pierces the bones day and night, and the endless hatred day and night!

"Princess...Princess...you want to get better...Pin Lin wants you to be better..." Pin Lin's voice was intermittent because of crying. Compared with the love and longing that has gone, it is more Really warm.

"Pin Lin, I will be fine, I will be fine." Bai Langhua closed his eyes, "It's just that this place is too cold, it's so cold!"

Two days later, Princess Langhua disappeared from Beizhou Palace. She was shocked in the palace, but there was no trace of her visit. Since then, no one has seen this once delicate and flawless Langgan flower.

When Fengyunqi and Moyu entered the imperial capital, Jizhou Zhengtianqi did not rest for a while.

On November 12, the imperial dynasty leader Zhengtianqi marched towards the city of Qiyun King.

On November 18th, the dynasty arrived at Fucheng, and fought fiercely with the defender of Fucheng, the son of General Dongshuzhang, Dongtaoye for seven days. At last, he fought against Tianqi to attack Fucheng, and Dongtaoye was defeated. city.

On November 27th, the Dynasty attacked Liaocheng, and Dongtaoye stood firm. However, the strength of the two sides was very different, and Liaocheng was broken by the Heavenly Rover. Dong Tao Ye wanted to kill himself in the city, but was blocked by his family. After the dynasty entered the city, he felt pity for talent and sent people to look for Dongtaoye, but no one was born or dead.

At the beginning of December, Fengyun Cavalry General Qi Shu, Cheng Zhi and Mo Yuqi General Qiao Jin and Ren Chuanyun each led an army of 50,000. They were divided into two groups and headed to Tingcheng and Baocheng.

In mid-December, there was a heavy snowfall in the imperial capital overnight, and by the early morning of the next day, it was already vast.

There is a "Fang Yuan" in the outskirts of the imperial capital, which was built by Emperor Xining. Emperor Xining was a well-known sage in the Great Eastern Dynasty. He was frugal by nature. Although Fangyuan was a royal palace, it was built in a simple and elegant manner. Emperor Xining had good plums all his life, and plum trees were planted on the hillside east of Fangyuan.

On this snowy night, Xu wanted to compete with this skyflower. The red plum blossomed overnight, and the tree was like a blooming flame, red and white, and ice and fire intersected, like a world of colored glaze, bright and sparkling.

"Xi'er, you have been out for a long time, how long do you have to stand here?" Jiu Wei panted up the hillside, leaving a line of deep footprints in the snow.

Under the red plum tree on the top of the slope, Feng Xiyun stood quietly, dressed as snow, if she hadn't been picked up by the cold wind when her dark long hair hadn't been, she had almost merged with the world of white snow.

"Jiu Wei, watch the plum blossoms with me for a while, you see how beautiful they bloom." Feng Xiyun's voice was cold as snow, and his eyes fell on a red plum tree, but it seemed to penetrate the plum tree. Go deeper and farther.

"Xi'er..." Jiuwei opened her mouth but didn't know what to say. She looked at the people under Mei, and finally only slowly approached, putting the fox fur in her hand on her shoulders, standing side by side with her. Look at a tree of red plums.

On the second day after entering the imperial capital, Feng Xiyun moved to Fangyuan to "quietly recuperate from illness", but never returned to the city because of "sickness and weakness", while Feng Lanxi was busy rectifying "night and worry" Regarding the affairs of the DPRK, soothing the citizens of the imperial capital for the rest of their lives after the robbery, the two have not seen each other for nearly a month.

"All red plums are like fire, but don't you think this red plum is more like blood?" Feng Xiyun raised her hand, as if she wanted to touch the plum blossom at the end of the branch, but she still fell lonely in the middle.

"Xier, why do you blame yourself." Jiuwei raised his hand and brushed the snow in the corner of her temple.

"Jiu Rong and Lin Ji have arrived home, right?" Feng Xiyun looked away from the red plum again and looked into the distance.

"Xi'er, it's not your fault." Jiu Wei's hand lightly fell on Feng Xiyun's shoulder, "The tragedy of Luoying Mountain is not your fault, nor is it Lin Ji's fault, just because...they Save you earnestly!"

"As the master, you should be responsible for everything." Feng Xiyun's lips curled up, and a erratic smile appeared, "No matter what you have done, you can't shirk it."

"Xi'er..." The hand that had fallen on Feng Xiyun's shoulder for a long time made a slight effort, "If you really want to be held accountable, that's..." He didn't finish.

"If you want to blame, you should blame King Yong?" Feng Xiyun glanced back at him, like a smile but not a smile, like sadness but not sadness.

"Xi'er," Jiu Wei took Feng Xiyun's shoulders, the two faced each other, their eyes looked at each other, "You are already here, do you want to go on with him? Why... why don't you Will you go another way?"

"Jiu Wei..." Feng Xiyun sighed softly.

Jiu Wei stared at her closely, her eyes deep and sharp, but Feng Xiyun fell silent. After a while, he laughed at herself and let go of her.

At that moment, there was silence on Meipo, only the sound of the cold wind dancing with snowflakes and blowing the plum petals down. The two stood quietly, one looking forward and the other looking up at the sky, snow shining cloud light , Liuli is clean.

"Jiuwei, do you really want to fulfill your wish?"

It was a long time before I heard Feng Xiyun's slightly low voice.

"Of course." I closed my eyes for a long time, seeming to be pierced by the dazzling snow light, "We have been looking forward to more than 600 years... more than 600 years, generations... that's more than just A wish, there are too many things in it..."

"I understand." Feng Xiyun looked at Jiuwei with a gentle gaze, never missing the deep pain that flashed on his face.

"You understand, but you don't want to do it!" Jiu Wei opened his eyes, his eyes sharp and bright with a touch of accusation.

Feng Xiyun sighed, and the sigh was faint and long, as if there were so many deep and deep things pouring out with that sigh, so that he felt sad.

"Xi'er, I..." Jiuwei suddenly apologized.

Feng Xiyun waved her hand slightly, watching Jiu Wei's eyes calm and gentle, "The King Yong treated me this way, or everyone thought I should turn against him. With my Qingzhou national strength and 100,000 Fengyun riders, if I To contend for the country, perhaps you can really be a pioneering and unique queen. But... for a long time, how much blood and life will it take to achieve that glory? How many families are ruined in that queen's crown, and how many wives are scattered? , How many wailing heartbreaks come together? I don’t want such a thing!"

For a long time, I was dumb.

Feng Xiyun turned around and looked straight ahead, with bright and firm eyes, "War has always brought suffering and sorrow to the people. My alliance with King Yong has already protected the people of the two states from war. Suffering, if you draw your sword against one's own personal grievances... Then I Feng Xiyun is worthy to be the king of Qingzhou! To be a king, not for one's own selfish desires, should seek peace for all the people, so that I deserve to be called a king!"

Looking at Feng Xiyun for a long time, she sighed softly from the bottom of her heart, seemingly joyful, but also lost.

"Jiu Wei, I also have a wish." Feng Xiyun's voice was extremely soft, as if the wind blows away, so that Jiu Wei was unconsciously concentrated, but at that moment he couldn't see her expression clearly. A faint mist appeared on that Qingyi’s face, and the misty face behind the fog was hazy, "Although it’s not what I want, but once the king is born, if he is already a king, then he must be a king. Responsibilities. So... some of them are very important, but must be discarded, and some, although they don’t like, must be in the first place!"

When she said that, she lifted her right hand slightly and moved her five fingers together, as if she was holding something invisible in her palm,

"Xi'er," Jiuwei looked at her with respect and pity, "Compared with you, I am too selfish and narrow."

"You are only doing your duty." Feng Xiyun shook his head, looked down from the hillside, and there was a vast snowfield in front of him, "Human hearts are always changing. At this moment, I am so sure of my responsibility, but ...As time goes by, it will be like this snow-covered land. Perhaps I will not be able to discern the original direction, and then... the war is the cruelest, and many things will disappear in the blood and fire. "

Jiu Wei suffocated her heart and remained silent for a while, before saying: "This month you have avoided living in the palace without interfering with the Imperial Capital. Is this your home?"

"The environment here is quiet and there are such beautiful plum blossoms, don't you like Jiu Wei?" Feng Xiyun said sideways.

"Well, I like it." Jiuwei could only answer like that.

Feng Xiyun smiled indifferently, her gaze fell on the clusters of red and bright petals, staring in a daze, and after a long time suddenly said: "Look at this plum blossom, red and bright, does it look beaming?"

"Huh?" Jiuwei looked at her suspiciously, not knowing why she suddenly said this.

"This plum blossoms overnight, maybe it is a sign of a happy event." Feng Xiyun stretched out her hand, fiddled with the snow in Mei Rui with her fingertips, and then watched it melt quietly in her palm.

"Happy event?" He frowned for a long time, but after a moment, he seemed to think of something, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

"Girl Feng is both talented and beautiful, and she is also deeply affectionate. It is a blessing for him to be accompanied by such a beautiful woman." Feng Xiyun pointed and picked off a red plum. With a twist of her wrist, the plum petals looked like The red rain fell into the snow one after another.

"Xi'er, do you... agree?" Long Wei stared at her.

"The Feng family started from Emperor Weilie to Taixing, Xining, Chengkang, Yongan, Yanping, Honghe, Yuanzhen, and the eight generations of emperors married women from the Feng family. Legend. In the hearts of Dadong people, the Feng family is a descendant, and the husband of a woman from the Feng family is of course the emperor. If he can marry a woman from the Feng family..." Feng Xiyun’s words did not continue, just looking at the bare plum branch in his hand. His eyes were a little blurred.

Jiu Wei said: "Not all the emperors of the Dong clan married the Feng family girl as their queen."

Feng Xiyun sighed softly, "Emperor Sogo is the one who broke the legend of the Feng Family's "Queen of Phoenix", and is also the only emperor in history to marry a commoner. Since then, the Feng Family, which has been shrouded in the glory of the Phoenix Crown, The top of the Eastern dynasty slowly slipped down, but from then on, the powerful Great Eastern Empire also began to decline. In the hearts of those who have a deep-rooted concept of "Feng's descendants", it is because of Emperor Sogo. Not marrying a woman from the Feng family has led to the decline of the nation’s fortunes. Therefore, at this time, if a man with the name of'benevolent gentleman' marries a woman from the Feng family, what do you think they would think?"

Jiu Wei didn’t care about the legend of Feng’s family. He reached out to hold Feng Xiyun’s folded Meizhi hand, and stared at her closely, but he couldn’t see the slightest emotion from that calm face, "Xi Son, do you agree?"

"This is something that can be done in one fell swoop, how could he miss it." Feng Xiyun raised his hand and shook off the plum branch in his hand, as if to shake off something entangled in the palm of his hand. "This marriage is for either party. Benefits, how can they not be achieved."

For a long time there is no words.

Meipo fell into a moment of silence again, and the cold wind blew by, and the plum petals and edelweiss floated in the air, falling far away.

Jiu Wei has been watching Feng Xiyun, not missing the melancholy and regret that flashed in her eyes. He raised his hand and brushed off the plum petals and snowflakes that fell on her shoulders, and gently embraced her." Xi'er, did you really give up? You and him..." He paused, spread his fingers, and gently inserted her thick hair into her thick hair, placing the head on his shoulder, "Xi'er..." thought I couldn't say anything, but in the end I could only hug her tightly, silently conveying care.

"Jiuwei, you don't have to worry." Feng Xiyun leaned in his arms, with a smile on his face, as light as the lightly falling snowflakes, "I am the descendant of King Feng, we are a woman from Feng family. In the blood..." The voice behind was inaudible. She raised her eyes and looked at the blue sky, so blue as clear, reflecting the snow light, and dazzlingly bright. She lowered her eyelids and rested her head on the long-distance On the shoulder, he let out a sigh of relief and stopped talking.

Tighten his arms silently for a long time.

At this moment, the two are cuddling with each other, there is no distance, no ambiguity, in this cold sky and snow, there is only the warmth that each other gives.

On December 26th, Qing Wang returned to the imperial capital to "recover from illness".

Because he didn't want to disturb the people, Feng Xiyun just quietly entered the city in an ordinary carriage.

In the car, a corner of the car curtain was raised for a long time. Looking at the street, she couldn't help but sigh softly, "I have to admire him when I see this look now."

When I entered the city that day, the flesh and blood was smashed, and there was a mess everywhere, and the people in the city were in panic. But now it's just a month's time and it has been completely new. The streets are neat and clean, the houses are well repaired, and the people on the streets come and go, shouting for buying and shouting, and everyone’s faces are filled with security, and they are no longer the panic when the city was broken.

"I never doubted his ability to govern the world." Feng Xiyun glanced at the situation outside the car indifferently.

"So you can rest assured?" Long Wei glanced back at her.

Feng Xiyun said nothing, fingers clasped a jade ring between his wrists, gently turning, eyes bright like a mirror, concealing the light, "The end of the year, the new year is about to begin." The voice was calm and neat, with a sharp, golden tone.

Jiu Wei looked at her, but stopped questioning despite doubts, and the carriage drove all the way to the palace.

In the palace, as it is approaching the end of the year, the palace people have been decorated in a festive manner.

Ren Chuanyu walked all the way, looking at the colorful satin, and he was quite happy.

New Year’s Eve, the people are looking forward to this day very much. This is a day of reunion and celebration, but they seem to have forgotten. In the past years in Yongwangdu, although there were big celebrations in the palace, Lord... but never attended any reunion banquet in the Yongwang Palace.

In front of the Dongji Hall, the waiter gently opened the door after reporting the report and invited him in.

"Wear the Lord through the rain."

"Get up."

Feng Lanxi closed the zipper in his hand and raised his eyes to look at the person standing in front of the case, "The matter of the imperial capital has been handled almost, how are you preparing?"

"Anytime." Ren Chuanyu replied respectfully.

"Yeah." Feng Lanxi nodded with satisfaction, "Notify Qiao Jin, Qishu, Chuanyun, Wensheng, and discuss matters at Dingtao Palace in the future."

"Yes."

"Go down."

"The minister retires." Ren Chuanyu bowed and retreated, only to take a few steps and then turned around again, raised his eyes to look at Feng Lanxi, and said hesitantly, "Lord..."

"What else is there?"

"Chinese New Year is coming soon." Ren Chuanyu's tone was as calm as possible.

"Huh?" Feng Lanxi's eyes swept coldly.

"New Year is the most memorable holiday among the people. The people in the imperial capital are looking forward to welcoming the New Year with the Lord." Ren Chuan Yuyin reminded me deeply.

"Really?" Feng Lanxi understood the meaning of Ren Chuanyu's words, and said after a long while, "Feng Wei always complains about boredom, so let him prepare the celebration in the palace. As for the people... …Zi Shigu and Qing Wang climbed the Donghua Tower together to celebrate the New Year with the people."

"Yes."

After Ren Chuanyu retreated, Feng Lanxi in the study looked at the Zhubi mark drawn on the zigzag, and couldn't help feeling a little in a daze, "Has it been New Year?"

Move your head and look out of the window, the target is a bright red color. At that moment, I was caught off guard!

The red silk turned into a lake of blood overwhelming the sky, flooding the entire palace, and the white silk shoes stepped on the red ground, instantly soaked in blood shoes, he staggered over and stretched out his hand, trying to catch the blood drifting The emerald-colored dress of Wang's hand was full of blood, and wisps of blood spilled from his fingers... a pale face in a pool of blood, lifeless, long black hair spreading all over the body like seaweed, that emerald figure Ups and downs in the blood lake, far and near...

Boom! He abruptly got up, closed the windows and doors, staggered, and fell into a chair.

At that moment, he was like a person floating in the lake for a long time, finally climbed onto the shore, breathing quickly, raising his hand to cover his eyes tightly, as if to block the **** color like the tide, wanting to suppress the whole body Shuddering, but the blood is still coming in endlessly, accumulating thicker and thicker, deepening layer by layer, and finally the richness becomes a deep, bottomless black!

"Mother..." The whisper was subtle and fragile, as if it was a slight tugging, and the line was about to break.

The entire palace is surrounded by high walls into a huge square, which is simply divided into three parts: the front, the middle and the back.

The first part is the outer court centered on the Guangming Hall, where the ministers go to court and participate in politics; the latter part is the harem where the concubines live; the middle is the Lingxiao Hall as the center, surrounding the Qilong Palace, Diyan Palace, Jinghai Palace, Jitian Palace, Freehand Palace, Golden Rope Palace, Phoenix Shadow Palace, Baby Moon Palace. In the early years of Dadong, these eight palaces were the palaces where the seven generals of Weilie Dongshixiu and Huangdi, Jingyuan, Fengji, Baiyima, Huajingtai, Fengduying, and Nanpianyue lived.

In all dynasties, the palace has always lived with emperors, concubines, young heirs, servants, and maids who served them, and the seven generals also lived in the palace, which is unprecedented, but the eight people did eat and live together In the imperial palace, only because Emperor Weilie Zeng said: "The country and the mountains can be shared with each other, but it is only a district palace."

Although the Great Eastern Empire has changed beyond recognition to this day, it has also witnessed from the other side that the eight people once "shared the country", and the eight palaces also witnessed the profound love of the eight people back then.

Walking on the winding promenade, looking at the corridor fence that can't see the end, let Chuanyu rarely think about it.

Why did the eight people who had such deep affection finally separated? What is the reason for Emperor Weilie, who personally split the soil and decentralized power? Is it really because Feng Wangfeng is alone, that's why he has this titled kingdom? Since there is such a deep love, why did the seven kings accept such an arrangement?

Walking all the way, thinking all the way, but can't think of an answer, unless he can go back more than six hundred years ago.

Sigh gently, let Chuanyu take back his mind, stop, and look at the various flowers and trees outside the corridor. The most in the cold winter are the red plum blossoms, the faint fragrance of flowers and the winter breeze. , Cool and fragrant. But after standing for a while, he saw a figure turning in the corridor ahead, his eyes flashed, and he greeted him, "Isn't this the son of Jiuwei?"

"Teacher." Long Wei returned with a gentle smile.

"What did the son prepare for Qing Wang?" Ren Chuanyu glanced at the tray in Wei's hand for a long time, and there was a tightly covered porcelain cup inside.

"I picked the white plums that just opened this morning and made a pot of tea." Jiu Wei said calmly.

"Oh?" Ren Chuanyu squinted his eyes, "Speaking of which, his own son takes care of the Qing Wang's daily life and diet. The Qing Wang is not only a jade body and healthy body, but also a person who is a good person. It is really the son of the son."

Jiu Wei frowned, looking at Ren Chuanyu with a gentle and harmless smile in front of him, and his face suddenly sank.

"I and my courtiers live outside the palace, Mr. Du stayed in the Fengying Palace, Qing Wang treats his son very differently." Ren Chuanyu is still calm, but he hides his knife in his smile and hides his words. needle.

"You!" Jiuwei changed color suddenly, staring at Ren Chuanyu like needles.

The two stood still three feet apart, and there were busy palace people in the distance, but here was a suffocating silence. The cold wind blew by, blowing the flowers and raising the clothes, but they couldn't move twice. The person's eyes were tightly confronted.

After a while, Jiu Wei suddenly smiled, one-handed tray, one hand brushed the hair of the eyebrows, his eyes seemed to be open and closed, and the glamour burst in an instant, giving Zhang Pingfan’s face the magic power to charm all living beings. I heard that Army Master Ren is a smart and powerful person, and I finally believe it today."

"Where, where, Chuanyu is stupid, I have to ask Mr. more for advice." Ren Chuanyu also smiled gently.

"Don't dare." Jiu Wei looked to the outside of the gallery. A plum blossom slanted across and leaned on the railing. He raised his hand and touched the plum branch in a leisurely and elegant manner. "It's just that Jiuwei has been obsessed for a few years, but there are some words. You can talk to the military division."

"Wear your ears in the rain." Nodded.

"The good swordsman die by the sword." Long Wei whispered, then suddenly turned his head, his eyes were like a sheathed sword, and he shot Ren Chuanyu coldly, "Then naturally...the good planners die at the plan! "

Ren Chuanyu was suffocated by the gaze. Just about to retort, his gaze swept away, and his eyes widened in disbelief. He watched Jiu Wei's hand move away from the plum branch. Watching a ray of green air pass around his fingers, then the fragrant red plum instantly withered! He was horrified, staring at Jiuwei in a daze, "You..."

"What happened to the military master?" Jiu Wei spoke gently, his eyes glanced at Ren Chuanyu's pale face, the cold light in his eyes was more profitable, with a wave of his wrist, the blue air between his fingers swims like a line, from his fingers Floating out, and then slowly swimming towards Ren Chuanyu like a snake letter.

Ren Chuanyu stood with his hands and feet cold, watching the blue line approaching inch by inch, but he couldn't move half a step, "You...you are..." He just exhaled his words, the blue air was already Wrapped around the body, the neck suddenly tightened, and he couldn't breathe, and suddenly lost his voice.

The thread formed by the green gas looped around Ren Chuanyu’s neck, tightening little by little. He reached out and grabbed it between the neck, but didn’t grasp anything, but the blue coil kept coming. The tighter, the face slowly turns red, from red to white, from white to green, from blue to purple! He opened his mouth, trying to say something, but couldn't make a sound at all. His throat seemed to be choked by some iron clamp. There was a pain in his chest, his brain hummed, his limbs gradually softened, and everything around him became blurred. The circle of light flickered, then gradually dissipated, and finally turned into darkness... At that moment, as if hearing the sound of the door of death opening, a cold and gloomy wind blew from the doorway, and he immediately fell into the endless dark abyss. ...

"For a long time, I wish I could drive you into the Hell of Abi!" There was a sudden sound in my ear, softly, but the words were clear, like an ice sword, "But Xier...look Forgive you on the points of the blue king, if you dare to give birth to evil thoughts and hurt the blue king in the future, I will make you better than death!"

The voice fell, the neck loosened, hoo! Finally I could breathe again, and then the feeling in my body slowly returned, and the scene in front of me gradually became clear.

The promenade is still quaint, the plum blossoms are still fragrant, and the people in front of them are still gentle as spring breeze.

Ren Chuanyu raised his hand and stroked his neck, there was nothing, the tentacles were warm skin... Was everything just an illusion? He looked up at Jiuwei, unable to hide his panic, "You..."

"Oh, Qing Wang is still waiting for tea. I'll chat with the military division another day and leave first." Jiu Wei brushed away the wind-blown hair around his face, and calmly passed Ren Chuanyu.

"Wait..." Ren Chuanyu turned around, trying to call him, but the other side left without paying attention.

The leaving figure is thin and tall, with a clean green shirt, long hair and waist, a hair band is loosely tied, the wind blows over, the clothes are flying, and the dust is chic.

But at that moment, Ren Chuanyu felt that the person in front of him was extremely strange, and there was a cold air lingering all over the person.

"You...you are from the Jiuluo clan!" He blurted out.

But the figure still moved forward unhurriedly, not even a step, and gradually moved away, disappearing at the end of the corridor.

Len Chuanyu looked back, the long corridor was empty, the palace outside the corridor was like flowers, the red plum blossoms were beautiful, and he was standing intact. Is it really an illusion just now? But... Raising his hand to caress his chest, the rapid heartbeat was proof of the fear when his life was suspended just now, his eyes moved, and he stopped immediately.

On the railing, a plum blossom leaned over, but it was withered and blackened!

Slap! Ren Chuanyu was taken aback by the sudden fall of the weight of his shoulders, and he turned his head to see He Qishu standing behind him.

"Chuanyu, what are you in a daze here?" He Qishu looked at Ren Chuanyu strangely. Such a dazed and even somewhat panic expression is really rare on him.

"Qishu." Ren Chuanyu called out, and then heaved a sigh of relief. At this moment, his tight body also relaxed, only to realize that the palm of his hand was actually wet.

"You are like this..." He Qishu looked at him, frowning habitually, "What happened?"

"It's nothing, I am going to find you."

"Look for me?"

"Well, the Lord explained..."

The two went side by side, walked across the corridor, through the garden, and submerged in layers of palaces.

A line of court ladies came carrying lanterns and hung them one by one.

"Ah! This plum blossomed well, why did the unique branch wither?" a court lady exclaimed in surprise.

"It's about to be discounted, this day is not a good sign!"

The dead branches leaning on the corridor, lined with the red flowers of the trees outside the corridor, are particularly conspicuous. The cold wind blows, and a few withered plums fall tremblingly.