Chapter 48: Mei Yanxiang

"Jing Yan, on November 15, 27th, the rebellious Bai Shijing Yao broke through the imperial capital, and then forced the palace to usurp the throne. Fortunately, the Yong emperor arrived, and the imperial capital solved the crisis, and the Bai clan defeated himself. Later, Emperor Yong Wang Renxian, I stayed in the monk's position and disappeared. Ran Yongqiangong, who dared not accept it, said, "I will sweep the world to welcome the emperor."
Nine days of fierce decisive battle, tens of thousands of dead lives, the imperial city drowned with snow and snow...and those people and things hidden in the shadows, in the history of the historian, only a short paragraph of words It's over.
In front of the Qilong Palace, Feng Lan rested on the high Dan Stage, and looked up, the entire palace and the entire emperor were at their feet.
"Lord, Chang You killed himself." Ren Dianyu stood by him for the first time. "He left his last words: he is loyal to the Lord, but bears the grace of the Bai Family, and he has no time to live."
"Changyou." Feng Lanxi gently read the name. He was still a ten-year-old boy, and he left Beizhou when he was a strong man. After more than ten years, he completed what he had delivered, but he didn't see the last one. For a long time in silence, he sighed softly, "Hou buried Chang Yu, in the name of the loyal minister of Beizhou!"
"Yes!" Ren Chuanyu bowed his head.
"It's already a cold winter." Feng Lan stood with his hands closed and looked up, as if looking to the end of the sky, "Wear the rain, you see this palace, you can't see it at a glance, now, it is at our feet."
Ren Daiyu heard the words and bowed, "God, not only the palace and the imperial capital, but the whole world will be at your feet!"
"Really." It seemed to be a rhetorical question, but the tone of voice was indifferent.
Ren Daiyu raised his head and glanced quietly at Feng Lanxi's invisible face, opening his mouth as if to say something, but swallowing it several times. He turned around and looked away. It was a solemn palace, looking far away, a magnificent imperial capital. A few months ago, they were still in Yongzhou, but today they are in the imperial capital and in the imperial palace! The people in front of him are more than that, he will climb to the top of the vast mountains, he will rule the world!
So, waving away those hesitations, he bowed his head and spoke earnestly and firmly, "Lord, please accept Na Feng girl as a concubine!"
Hearing the words, Feng Lanxi withdrew his distant gaze and glanced at the courtier beside him. His dark eyes were bottomless.
"After Feng Feng is the Feng family, if the Lord can accept him as a concubine, then in the hearts of the people in the world, the Lord should be the undoubted emperor!" Ren Chuanyu's voice was filled with excitement and excitement, like a long journey. , I suddenly saw a shortcut to my destination.
Feng Lanxi looked at him with a deep gaze and a calm look. After a long time, he turned around and looked up at the magnificent and magnificent Qilong Palace in front of him, slowly opening: "Wear rain, you are loyal to the lonely, lonely and clear, but this No more words!"
"Lord!" Ren Chuanyu tried to persuade.
Feng Lanxi waved his hands, squinted slightly, and looked at the Qilong Palace with a trace of unpredictable sighs in the calm voice, "Why didn't you think, but in view of this, there were countless white walls in the Qilong Palace..."
At the end of November, it was already freezing cold, and Beizhou, which is located in the northernmost part of the Great East, had long been covered with snow, covered vastly, and looked out at the white snow.
In the palace, the attendants had already shoveled the snow from the passages of the palace, but there was still thick snow on the roof and branches.
"Princess." Pin Lin, who was wrapped in a thick kimono, gently called Bai Langhua who had been standing in the garden for nearly an hour.
"What's the matter?" Bai Langhua's voice was blank, but he was not angry.
"Princess, it's too cold here. Let's go back." Pin Lin persuaded sadly. The princess, who was as fresh and beautiful as a flower bud, has now become like a dead wood in this winter, and there is no life.
"I have seen this tree for seven days. The snow on the branches has not melted, but instead it has formed thick ice." Bai Langhua's eyes looked at the bare tree dimly.
"Princess..." Pin Lin spoke, but her voice choked, and there was a sour throat in her throat, and she couldn't say anything.
What can she say to the princess?
First, the general, and then the Lord, the bad news came one after another, this is how the princess bears.
The princess who kept raising a parrot would cry for a long time when she died. When she heard the bad news of General Xiu and Lord, she did not shed a tear. She was just like a wooden doll. From then on she would only sit and stand still.
"Pinlin, don't be sad."
Pin Lin was looking down and sad. Suddenly she felt a cold touch on her face. She raised her head, but wondered when the princess came to her. She was reaching out to wipe the tears from her face.
"Pin Lin, don't cry." Bai Langhua reached out and gently hugged the crying Pin Lin.
Did these tears flow on their own behalf? A heart is full of holes and bleeds and pus, but the tears can no longer flow out, only the pain that pierces the heart day and night, endless hatred day and night!
"Princess...Princess...you need to get better... Pin Lin wants you to get better..." Pin Lin's voice was intermittent because of crying and weeping, but it was really warm compared to those long-lost love and thoughts.
"Pinlin, I'll be fine, I'll be fine." Bai Langhua closed his eyes, "It's just that this place is too cold, sincerely cold!"
Two days later, Princess Langhua disappeared from the Beizhou Royal Palace. The palace was shocked, but no trace of Juzhou was found. Since then, no one has seen this once beautiful and flawless Langue flower.
When Fengyun Qi and Mo Yu rode into the imperial capital, Jizhou Zhengtianqi did not rest for a moment.
On November 12, the imperial dynasty led Tianqi to march to the star city of Qiyun.
On November 18th, the dynasty arrived in Lucheng and battled with the defender of Lucheng, the son of Dongshu magnified general, Dongtaoye for seven days, and finally fought against Tiancheng to break through the city, and Dongtaoye defeated Licheng.
On November 27, the dynasty rushed to Licheng, and Dong Taoye insisted on it. However, the strength of the two sides was very different, and the city was broken by Jingtianqi. To Tao Ye wanted to kill himself, but was blocked by his family. After the imperial dynasty entered the city, it was pitiful, and once sent people to look for Dong Taoye, but no one was seen dead or dead.
In early December, General Feng Shuqi, Qi Shu, Cheng Zhi and Mo Yuqi General Qiao Jin, and Ren Chuanyun each led 50,000 troops, and the soldiers were divided into two roads.
In mid-December, the emperor capital was snowing all night, and it was so many, until the early morning of the next day, it was already a vast area.
There is a "Fang Garden" in the suburbs of the imperial capital, a palace built by Emperor Xining. Emperor Xining was a famous sage in the Eastern Dynasties. Due to his frugal nature, Fangyuan was a royal palace, but it was simple and elegant. Emperor Xining had a good life of plum, and plum trees were planted all over the hillside east of Fenyuan.
In the snowy night, Xu Shi wanted to contend with the flowers of the sky. Red plum blossoms overnight. A tree bursts like flames, red and white, and ice and fire intersect. It looks like a glazed world.
"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 deep footprint in the snow.
Under the red plum tree on the top of the slope, Feng Xiyun stood quietly, and the plain clothes were like snow. If her long black hair was lifted by the cold wind, she almost merged with this white snow world.
"Jiuwei, let me see the plum blossoms for a while, you can see how gorgeous they are." Feng Xiyun's voice was cold and snowy, and his eyes fell on a branch of red plum, but it seemed to penetrate the plum tree, looking deeper and deeper. far.
"Xi'er..." Jiu Wei opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. Looking at the people under Mei, he finally approached slowly, draped the fox fur on her shoulder, stood side by side with her, and looked at the same tree Red plum.
On the second day after entering the imperial capital, Feng Xiyun moved to Fenyuan to "recuperate and recuperate", only because of the "weak body" never returned to the city, while Feng Lanxi was busy with remedial dynasty affairs. The people of the imperial capital who had soothed the rest of their lives after the robbery were the only ones.
"All the red plums are like fire, but don't you think this red plum is more like blood?" Feng Xiyun raised his hand, as if he wanted to touch the plum blossom on the branch.
"Xi Er, why do you blame yourself." Jiu Wei raised her hand and flicked the snow from her temples.
"Jiu Rong and Lin Ji have arrived home now?" Feng Xiyun's eyes moved away from Hongmei again, and he looked far into the distance.
"Xi'er, that's not your fault." Jiu Wei's hand fell gently on Feng Xiyun's shoulder. "Luo Yingshan's tragedy is not your fault, nor Lin Ji's fault, because... they saved you. !"
"As the monarch, he should be responsible for everything." Feng Xiyun raised his lips and smiled erraticly. "No matter what you do, you can't shirk it."
"Xi'er..." Jiuwei's hand fell slightly on Feng Xiyun's shoulder, "If you really want to investigate, that's also..." His words didn't finish.
"Do you blame Yong Wang if you want to blame?" Feng Xiyun glanced back at him, as if to laugh but not to be sad.
"Xi'er," Jiuwei took a long look over Feng Xiyun's shoulders. The two faced each other and looked at each other. "You are now, do you still want to go with him? Why... why do you refuse to go another way?" one way?"
"Jiuwei..." Feng Xiyun sighed softly.
Jiu Wei stared at her closely, her eyes deep and sharp, but Feng Xiyun was silent, and after a while he laughed at himself and let go of her.
At that moment, there was stillness on Meipo, only the cold wind dancing the snowflakes, blowing the plum petals, the two stood silently, one looking at the front, one looking up at the sky, the snow was shining, the glass was clean .
"Jiuwei, do you really want to fulfill your wish?"
It was a long time before I heard Feng Xiyun's slightly deep voice.
"Of course." Jiu Wei closed his eyes and seemed to be hurt by the dazzling snow. "We have been looking forward for more than six hundred years... more than six hundred years, generation after generation... that is not just a wish, There are too many things in it..."
"I understand." Feng Xiyun's eyes looked at Jiuwei tenderly, and never missed the deep pain in his face.
"You know, but you don't want to do it!" Opening your eyes for a long time, the eyes were sharp and blamed.
Feng Xiyun sighed, and the sigh was long and faint, as if so many deep things poured out with the sigh, so that the sigh was dismayed.
"Xi'er, I..." Jiu Wei suddenly apologized.
Feng Xiyun waved his hand slightly, watching Jiu Wei's eyes calm and gentle, "Yong Wang treated me like this, or everyone thought I should turn his back on him. With my Qingzhou's national strength and 100,000 Fengyun rides, if I want to compete for the mountains , Maybe you can really be a groundbreaking, unique queen. Just... for a long time, how much blood and life will be needed for that glory? How many families will die in that crown, how many wives will be scattered, how many will weep Made of broken heart? I don’t want such a thing!"
Slightly dumb.
Feng Xiyun turned around and looked straight ahead, his eyes bright and firm, "The war has always brought people suffering and sorrow. The alliance between me and King Yong can protect the people of the two states from the war. Pulling swords for one's own personal resentment is opposite... Then I would like to regret why Yun is the king of Qingzhou! Being a king is not for one's own selfish desires. It is to seek Antai for the common people. This is worthy to be called a king!"
Jiu Wei looked at Feng Xiyun and sighed softly in his heart, as if he was happy, but he seemed lost.
"Jiu Wei, I also have a wish." Feng Xiyun's voice was very soft and very faint, as if the wind blows away, so that Jiu Wei was unconsciously absorbed, but at that moment he could not see her expression clearly. A light mist appeared on Qingyi's face, and the face behind the mist was dimly swayed, "Although it is not my wish, but since the king's family is born and he is already king, then he should assume the responsibility of a king. So... although some take it seriously, they have to give up, and some don’t like it, but they must be in the first place!"
When she said that, she lifted her right hand slightly, her fingers together, as if holding something invisible in her palm,
"Xi'er," Jiuwei looked at her with respect and pity. "Compared to you, I'm too selfish and narrow."
"You are just doing your duty." Feng Xiyun shook his head and looked down the hillside, in front of the vast snow, "People's hearts are always changing, at this moment I am so sure of my responsibility, but... Over time, like the snow-covered ground, maybe I will not be able to distinguish the original direction, and then... the war is the most cruel, and many things will disappear in the blood and fire."
Jiu Wei was suffocated and silent for a long while before saying: "You have stayed in the palace this month and have nothing to do with the emperor. Is this also your choice?"
"The environment here is quiet, and there are such beautiful plum blossoms, don't you like it for a long time?" Feng Xiyun said first.
"Well, I like it." Jiuwei could only answer that.
Feng Xiyun smiled indifferently, his eyes fell on the clusters of red and colorful petals, staring blankly, and suddenly said after a long time: "Look at this plum, red and colorful, does it look cheerful?"
"Huh?" He looked at her for a long time, wondering why she suddenly said this.
"This plum blossom blooms overnight, maybe it indicates a happy event." Feng Xiyun reached out his hand, fiddled with the snow in Mei Rui, and then watched it melt into his palm quietly.
"Happy event?" Jiu Wei frowned, but after a moment he seemed to think of something and couldn't help but stunned.
"Phoenix girl has a double appearance and more affectionate feelings. It is a blessing that he can be accompanied by such a beautiful woman." Feng Xiyun pointed down hard, picked a branch of red plum, turned his wrist, and the plum petals were like red rain. Snow fell one after another.
"Xier, do you... agree?" Jiu Weining stared at her.
"The Feng family started from the mighty emperor to Taixing, Xining, Chengkang, Yongan, Yanping, Honghe, Yuanzhen. After the eight generations of emperors all married Feng family women, the legend of the Feng family was created by the Feng family. In the minds of Dadong people, the Feng family is a descendant, and the husband of the Feng family woman is of course the emperor. If he can marry the woman of the Feng family..." Feng Xiyun didn't continue, but just looked at the bare plum branch in his hand, and his eyes were a bit blurred. .
Jiuwei said: "Not all the Dong emperors have married the Feng family women."
Feng Xiyun sighed, "Emperor Chongguang is the one who broke the legend of the Feng family "Phoenix Queen", and is the only emperor in history who married civilians. Since then, the Feng family, which has been under the crown of the phoenix, has started from the Dong Dynasty The top of the world slowly slipped, but since then, the powerful Great Eastern Empire has also begun to decline. In those people who have deep-rooted concepts such as'Feng Clan', it is because Emperor Guangguang did not marry Feng The family's women later caused the decline of the National Games. Therefore, if a man with the name of'Ren Jun' appears at this time and marries the Feng's woman, how do you feel about them?"
Jiu Wei didn't care about the legend of the Feng family. He reached out to hold Feng Xiyun's folded Meizhi's hand and stared at her closely, but he couldn't see the slightest emotion from the calm face, "Xi Er, you agree?"
"This is a one-off matter, would he miss it." Feng Xiyun raised his hand and shook off the plum branch in his hand, as if to throw away some things that were entangled in his palm, "This marriage is good for any party, and How can it not be completed."
Long silent.
When Mei Po suddenly fell into silence, the cold wind blew, and Mei petals and velvet fluttered in the air, falling far away.
Jiu Wei has been looking at Feng Xiyun, not missing the sadness and regret that flashed in her eyes. He raised his hand and flicked 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 sounded, opened five fingers, inserted gently into her thick hair, put the head on his shoulder, "Xi..." want to say something , But there is no way to speak, and finally, she can only hug her tightly and convey care without words.
"For a long time, you don't have to worry." Feng Xiyun leaned in his arms, a smile floating on his face, as pale as the gently falling snowflakes, "I am a descendant of the Phoenix King, in the blood of our Feng's woman... …" The voice behind was inaudible. She raised her eyes and looked at the blue sky. The blue was so clear, reflecting the snow, and bright and dazzling. She lowered her eyelids and rested her head on the long shoulder. Gently sighed and stopped talking.
It took a long time to tighten his arms.
At this moment, the two are close to each other, there is no distance, no ambiguity, in this cold weather, only the warmth given by each other.
On December 26, the Qing King returned to the imperial capital after "healing the disease".
Because he didn't want to disturb the people, Feng Xiyun just quietly entered the city in an ordinary carriage.
In the car, he lifted a corner of the car curtain for a long time, looked at the street, and couldn't help but sigh gently, "I have to admire him when I see this look now."
When he entered the city on that day, there was blood and flesh, and there were messes everywhere. The people in the city were panicked. But now, in just one month, it has been completely renewed. The streets are neat and clean, and the repairs to the houses are intact. The people on the streets are coming and going, calling to buy and shouting, and the sound is heard in the ears. Everyone's face is filled with security, long past the panic when the city was broken.
"His ability to govern the world, I never doubted." Feng Xiyun glanced at the situation outside the car indifferently.
"So you can rest assured?" Jiu Wei looked back at her.
Feng Xiyun said nothing, his finger clasped a jade ring between his wrists, and turned gently, his eyes were as bright as a mirror, and the light was dimmed, "The end of the year, the new year will start again." The voice was calm and neat , Through the gold stubbornness.
Looking at her for a long time, although he was doubtful, he stopped asking, and the carriage drove all the way to the palace.
In the palace, because of the approaching end of the year, the palace has been decorated with joy and richness according to the solar terms.
Ren Daiyu walked all the way, looking at the lanterns and satin, but also quite happy.
The New Year is coming, the people are looking forward to this day very much, this is a day of reunion, but they all seem to have forgotten. In the previous year, in the capital of the Yong Dynasty, the palace had a big feast, but the Lord... …But never attended any reunion feast in Yong Palace.
In front of the Dongji Hall, the waiter gently opened the door after reporting, and invited him to enter.
"See you in the rain."
"Get up."
Feng Lan closed the fold in his hand and looked up at the person standing in front of the case. "The imperial capital's affairs have been dealt with almost the same. How are you prepared?"
"Anytime." Ren Chuanyu replied respectfully.
"Well." Feng Lan nodded with satisfaction. "Notify Qiao Jin, abandon the special, pass through the clouds, Wensheng, and sometimes discuss things in Dingtao Palace."
"Yes."
"Go on."
"Come back." Ren Chuanyu bowed back, but only a few steps later and turned around again, looked up at Feng Lanxi, and hesitated slightly, "Lord..."
"What else?"
"It's almost New Year." Ren Chuanyu's tone was as calm as possible.
"Huh?" Feng Lanxi glanced coldly.
"The New Year is the most remembered festival for the people. The people of the imperial capital look forward to welcoming the New Year with the Lord." Ren Daiyu Yin reminded deeply.
"Is it?" Feng Lanxi understood the meaning behind Ren Chuanyu's words, and said after a long while, "Feng Wei always complained of boredom, let him prepare the feast in the palace, as for the people... Zizi Lonely and Qing Wang boarded the Donghua Building and celebrated the New Year with the people."
"Yes."
After Ren Daiyu retreated, Feng Lanxi in the study looked at the Zhubi mark drawn on the fold, and he couldn't help but get lost in a trance, "Is it New Year?"
Looking away from the window, the goal was a bright and dazzling red. At that moment, I was caught off guard!
The red silk became a blood lake, drowning the whole palace, and the white silk shoes stepped on the red ground, and was instantly impregnated with blood shoes. He stumbled over, stretched out his hand, and wanted to catch the floating piece in the pool of blood. The emerald-colored dress, but only grasped with blood in his hands, lingering from his fingers... A pale face in the blood pool, lifeless, black long hair spread all over the body like seaweed, the emerald figure in the blood lake Floating and floating, far and near...
boom! He suddenly got up and closed the window door, staggering in his footsteps, and fell to his chair.
At that moment, he was like a person who has been floating in the lake and the sea for a long time, and finally climbed to the shore, breathing quickly, raising his hands to cover his eyes tightly, as if to block the blood like the tide, wanting to suppress the trembling of the whole body, but That blood tide is still coming in endlessly, accumulating deeper and deeper, deepening layer by layer, and finally becoming deep and bottomless black!
"Queen Mother..." A whisper was subtle and fragile, and it seemed that the sound would be broken.
The entire palace is surrounded by a tall wall into a huge square, which is simply divided into three parts.
The first part is the outer dynasty centered on the Guangming Hall, which is the place where the ministers go up and participate in politics; the second part is the harem where the concubines live; the middle is the Lingxiao Hall, which surrounds the Qilong Palace and Dianyan Palace , Jinghai Palace, Jitian Palace, Freehand Palace, Jinsheng Palace, Fengying Palace, Youyue Palace. These eight palaces were the palaces where the seven emperors of the mighty emperor Dongxi, Emperor Hui, Tranquility, Fengji, Baiyima, Huajingtai, Fengduying, Nanpianyue lived in the early years of Dadong.
Throughout the dynasties, the imperial palace has always lived with emperors, concubines, young imperial heirs, and their inner attendants and court ladies, and the seven generals will also live in the imperial palace, which is unprecedented, but the eight people did live and eat together in the imperial palace. Only because the mighty emperor Zeng said: "Jiangshan can be shared with others, and it depends on the palace."
Although the Great Eastern Empire has changed beyond recognition today, it has witnessed from the other side that the eight people used to "share the rivers and mountains", and the eight palaces also witnessed the profound love of the eight people in those days.
Walking on the curving promenade, looking at the corridor that could not be seen at the end, Ren Chuanyu thought of it with a rare crank.
At that time, the eight people who had such a deep sentiment, why did they want to separate in the end? For what reason did the mighty emperor who split the soil and divide power by himself? Was it really because of Feng Wangfeng's solo film? Since there is such a deep affection, why should the Seven Kings accept such an arrangement?
I walked all the way, thought all the way, but couldn't think of an answer unless he could go back more than six hundred years ago.
With a soft sigh, Ren Dianyu withdrew his thoughts, stopped, and looked at the various flower trees outside the gallery. The most common in winter was the red and plum blossoms, the faint floral fragrance and the winter wind, the cold and quiet fragrance . But after standing for a moment, he saw a figure turn around in the promenade. He glanced at him and greeted him, "Isn't this the son of Jiu Wei?"
"Ren Junshi." Jiu Wei returned with a mild smile.
"What did the son prepare for the Qing King?" Ren Zhuoyu glanced at the tray in his hand for a long time, and a tightly covered porcelain cup was in the tray.
"Bai Mei, which was only opened this morning, made a pot of tea." Jiu Wei said indifferently.
"Oh?" Ren Dianyu narrowed his eyes slightly. "Speaking of this, his own son takes care of the Qing Wang's daily diet. The Qing Wang is not only a jade body, but also an accommodating person.
Jiu Wei frowned, looking at the gentle and harmless Ren Renyu with a smiling face in front of him, and suddenly his face sank.
"I waited for the courtiers to live outside the palace, and Mr. Du kept in the Fengying Palace. The Green King treated him differently." Ren Dianyu still had a light cloud, but he hid the knife in his smile and hid the needle in his words.
"You!" Jiu Wei suddenly changed color, staring at Ren Chuanyu like a needle.
The two stood at a distance of three feet, and there were busy palace people in the distance, but here was suffocation-like silence. The cold wind blew through, blowing the falling flowers, raising the coat, but they couldn't move them tightly. Confronted sight.
After a while, suddenly smiled for a long time, one-handed tray, one hand brushed the hairline of the eyebrows, eyes closed as if closed, flashed in a flash, let Zhang Pingfan's face have the magic power to charm all living beings, The military division is a smart and powerful person, and finally believed today."
"Where, where, wearing Yu is stupid, and I have to ask my husband for more advice." Ren Daiyu also smiled gently.
"Don't dare." Jiu Wei looked sideways out of the gallery. A plum blossom leaned across the railing, leaning on the railing. He raised his hand to touch the plum branch, and his gesture was leisurely. "It's just that Jiu Wei has been a long man for a few years. Said.
"Wear the ears and listen to the ears." Ren nodded.
"The good swordsman died with a knife." Jiu Wei whispered, and then suddenly turned his head, with a sharp-eyed sword, and shot coldly at Ren Chuanyu, "That's natural... a good seeker died of a scheme!"
Ren Chuanyu was stabbed in the chest by that sight, just about to refute it, his eyes swept indefinitely, he suddenly widened his eyes in disbelief, and watched Jiu Wei's hand move away from the plum branch, watching him A ray of green air passed around between fingers, and then the splendid red plum withered instantly! He was horrified and stared at Jiu Wei, "You..."
"What's wrong with the military commander?" He opened his mouth gently for a long time, his eyes glanced at Ren Yuhui's white face, the cold light in his eyes was more favorable, his wrist waved, the green air between his fingers swimming like a line, floating out of his fingers, Then slowly walked towards Ren Chuanyu like a snake letter.
Ren Chuanyu stood in cold hands and feet, watching the ray of green thread approaching inch by inch, but unable to move a half step, "You...you are..." he just spit out, the green gas has already wrapped around his body Suddenly, his neck was tight and he couldn't breathe, and suddenly lost his voice.
The line formed by Qing Qi circled around Ren Dianyu's neck, and tightened little by little. He stretched out his hand and grabbed it between his necks, but he didn't catch anything. The face slowly turned red, and then changed from red to white, from white to blue, and from blue to purple! He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he couldn't make a sound at all. His throat was strangled with iron tongs. There was a pain in his chest, his brain was buzzing, his limbs were getting softer, and everything around him became blurred. The halo flickered, and then gradually dispersed, and finally turned into darkness... At that moment, as if hearing the sound of the death door opening, a cold and gloomy wind blew out from the door hole, and he immediately fell into the infinite abyss. ...
"For the sake of longevity, I wish I couldn't break you into Abi Hell!" There was a sudden sound in my ear, but the words were soft and clear, but the words were clearly in my ears, such as the ice sword biting, "But Xi'er...Look at the Blue King You have been spared, and if you dare to give birth to evil intentions to hurt the Green King in the future, I will let you die better than life!"
The voice fell, a loose neck, huh! Finally, I can breathe again, and then my whole body slowly returns, and the scene in front of me gradually becomes clear.
The promenade is still quaint, plum blossoms are still fragrant, but the people in front of them are still gentle like spring breeze.
Ren Dianyu raised his hand to his neck, there was nothing, the tentacles were warm skin...Is everything just an illusion? He looked up for a long time, it was hard to hide the panic, "You..."
"Oh, Qing Wang is still waiting for tea, and then chat with the military division again, and leave first." After a long time, he brushed the hair on the side of the wind that was messed up by the wind and calmly crossed Ren Yuyu.
"Wait..." Ren Chuanyu turned around and wanted to call him, but the other side left without reason.
The leaving back was thin and straight, the shirt was clean, long hair and waist, a hair band was loosely tied, the wind blew past, the coat was flying, and the dust was chic.
But at that moment, Ren Chuanyu felt that the person in front was extremely strange, and there was a cold air around him.
"You... you are from the Guro tribe!" he burst out.
But the back figure was still advancing steadily, and even without a step, he walked away and disappeared at the end of the promenade.
Ren Daiyu looked back, the promenade was empty, the palace outside the palace was full of flowers, and the red plums were flamboyant, while he was standing intact. Is everything really an illusion just now? But... raising his hand to caress his chest, his rapid heartbeat is a proof of his fear when he was hanging a trace of his life just now.
On the railing, a plum blossom leaned over, but it was withered and black!
Snapped! The weight suddenly dropped on his shoulders surprised Ren Dianyu and turned his head, but he saw He Qishu standing behind him.
"Don't wear rain, what are you doing here?" He Qishu looked at Ren Dianyu strangely. This kind of dull and even awkward expression was really rare on him.
"Abandon the special." Ren Chuanyu called out, and then relieved, his tight body relaxed at this moment, only to find that the palm of his hand was actually wet.
"You look like this..." He Qishu looked at him and frowned habitually, "What happened?"
"Nothing, I'm going to find you."
"Find me?"
"Well, the Lord explained..."
The two walked side by side, walked through the promenade, through the garden, and submerged in layers of palaces.
A group of court ladies approached the palace lantern and hung one by one.
"Ah! The plum blossoms are so good, why is this unique branch withered?" a maiden shouted in surprise.
"It's about to break, such a day is not a good sign!"
The dead branches reclining on the corridor, lined with the red flowers of the trees outside the corridor, are particularly conspicuous, and the cold wind blows, and a few petals of withered plums fall tremblingly.