Spirit of the Phoenix: 118. Useless
Like an endless dream.
The prince knew that this was a dream. But he tried his best, but he could only see a white mist. It is the morning sun, the sea of clouds that can never penetrate, but he can only **** forward in the boundless.
He saw Empress Chen lying limply on her back in a pool of blood on the bluestone bricks, with a short mahogany knife stuck in the middle of her chest.
"Auntie!" He rushed over like a knife, but the queen raised her hands when she was dying, and said word by word: "Be careful of the moth... Be careful of the moth..."
The words that the mother failed to utter were completed one by one in the dream.
He heard her full of worries clearly, but he smiled and comforted her: "Tai'an? Mother don't have to worry, my son and Tai'an have lived and died a few times, and they are sincere. She... is kind and lovely, innocent and innocent, without any scheming, in vain A piece of paper. If even she can't believe it, who can believe it in this world?"
He knows Tai'an better than anyone else, and he is the bedside person who gets along with him day and night for more than a thousand days and nights.
If she wanted to harm him, she would have thousands of chances to attack him.
But he knew she wouldn't. The two hearts promised to have a deep love, and he doubted everyone in the world, and he would never have the slightest doubt about her.
The queen in the dream looked at him fixedly, her eyes filled with sadness.
She stepped back step by step, without saying a word, the thick white fog surged in like a tide, swallowing her in the blink of an eye.
The prince wanted to grab her, but he put his hand into the thick mist that couldn't be melted away, and found himself in a trance, back to the summer night in the countryside of Luoyang.
He was just a three or four-year-old urchin, arguing and playing with a few fellow farmers in the countryside on the wheat stack, and when he was tired, he lay down under the wheat stack and listened to the rumors told by the old people in the country.
"The princess of the former dynasty has a soul, she lives in a book, and her name is Dingling. The princess Dingling was born extremely beautiful, and it can be said that the book has her own Yan Ruyu... When the night comes, the evening wind floats, and the fragrance of the sky floats. The students rushing to take the exam opened an ancient book, and the blood and masculinity just entered the book, and they drew out the red sleeves of the beetle to add fragrance..."
The prince was drowsy in the sound of cicadas, and he barely managed to pull himself together, but his mother, who was wearing a coarse cloth dress, embraced him, covered his ears with her hands, and coaxed him softly: "Sleep."
As a child, he slept soundly in his mother's cradle-like arms.
In the dream, he pulled his mother's hand covering his ears, opened his eyes wide, and said, "No, I want to listen."
The darker the night, the more wretched the old man's voice became. The unknown urchins gradually dispersed, but most of the ones left behind were vigorous young men.
"The real joy in the world is no better than the glory and glory. Beetle spirituality / seduce people, take the yang essence to strengthen the soul, fascinate the scholar, and go to Wushan with her to have fun."
"How could you know that on the second day, the beetling woke up from a sound sleep, full of wine and food, but the man sleeping next to him was sucked out of Yuanyang, and he was as thin as a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, and he was like a mummified corpse!" The old man said. His voice was suddenly gloomy, but his deep eyes seemed to be staring straight at him.
"Be careful of the moth...be careful of that moth that hurts people!"
The prince was terrified, and wanted to ask again, but the white mist surged up in an instant. The emaciated old man just now has turned into a bone of bones that has been sucked out of his yang energy.
The mother beside him disappeared at some point, and he looked around, at a loss as to where to go.
One voice after another followed, Pei Ansu looked at him indifferently, as if looking at a dead person. It was Shen Zhiyun who said to Qin Miao in a low voice: "Your Highness is already a half-buried dead..."
It was the emperor who was unabashed and unscrupulous towards him, and it was the Taifu who changed his attitude overnight and deliberately planned to abolish him as the crown prince.
Mid-autumn night was the mid-autumn night when he and her first met.
The moon is full, and the Taiye Pool is brightly lit, with flickering lanterns.
While he was standing in a dim place, he suddenly heard a small voice, which seemed to come from his sleeve.
He lowered his head and raised his hand, but saw a small palace lantern in his sleeve.
In the revolving revolving lantern, there are small pieces of paper, as thin as a cicada's wing.
He saw her, all kinds of her, innocent and innocent.
Just a heart-wrenching smile makes him willingly turn into her with bones.
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Tai'an's mind was buzzing.
There is a definite plan in the dark. The guidance of fate is meticulous, and there are various clues.
Those details that were overlooked, the self-doubt that was repeated again and again, the uneasiness and fear that surged out, all reminded herself that she should not be with him.
It's because she knows she shouldn't, but she insists on doing it against the sky.
The retribution came so unexpectedly that she didn't even have time to parry, so the prince fell in front of her eyes.
Tai'an was still standing there in a daze, but General Li and Mr. Ying couldn't wait any longer. The two exchanged glances.
She had a dull pain in her right arm, and when she woke up from the trance, she realized that Mr. Ying had forcefully removed one of her arms.
"Miss Afeng, I am very familiar with the methods of coercion in the army, and I don't want to use them on you. You and I have known each other for many years, and I don't want to let go of the last trace of affection. I hope you will confess yourself." General Li's face was livid, "What kind of poison did His Highness suffer from? What happened last night to make him like this?"
She had a dull pain, but she felt that the removed arm was gradually recovering.
In the past, she was born attached to his blood, like a weak parasite.
Right now, Yuanyang is flourishing in her body, as if a piece that has been missing has finally been completed, with boundless mana.
She didn't answer for a long time, General Li's eyes were deep, and the long sword in his hand turned gently, revealing the cold light of the blade.
Tai'an gritted his teeth, gave a wry smile and rushed forward, the long sword plunging into his chest.
Both General Li and Mr. Ying were shocked, backed away again and again, and let go of their hands in panic.
And the sword pierced straight into her chest, but it seemed like nothing happened.
Tai'an's face remained unchanged, his chest was clean and fresh, and his figure never even swayed.
She gripped the hilt tightly and slowly pulled out the long sword.
"As you and the general have seen, I am not a mortal body, but a ghost in Qingliang Palace. I met Your Highness on the Mid-Autumn Festival four years ago, and I have been with you to this day." She lowered her head, "Your Highness is not poisoned, but Lost Yuanyang..."
"Monster!" General Li shouted angrily. Mr. Ying bent his bow and set up an arrow, aiming at Tai'an between the eyebrows.
She stepped forward without fear, and the wound on her chest healed with the naked eye: "Mr. General, don't panic, I know that the crime is serious, and death is inevitable. I hope His Highness recovers well, even if the primordial spirit dies. .”
Mr. Ying snorted coldly, loosened his fingertips, and the golden arrow left the string, aiming at the center of his eyebrows and struck like lightning.
Tai'an instinctively turned sideways to dodge, and the sleeves of his clothes waved with a breeze, gently blowing off the arrow that Mr. Ying shot with all his strength.
The astonishment on her face was no less than that of the two of them, and she recalled his teasing words in a trance: "The ghosts and ghosts in other people's houses can drive away thunder and ignite fire, ride water and ride clouds, how can you be so useless, like Zhang Bo?" Like paper, a three-year-old child can tear it up?"
Look, she wasn't born to be so useless. After taking all his Yuanyang, isn't it very powerful?
Waving her sleeves, the wind blows, and others can no longer hurt her in the slightest.