Chapter 211: The soul is back (two more)

Yi Mu shook his head slightly, "The emperor, this is not what the minister wants."
Feng Aotian shook his hand, "accompany him to the morning court."
"Yeah." Yi Mu nodded, leaned in her arms, and entered the bedroom.
After the two of them washed, Sixi walked in with the dragon robe.
Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng also rushed over, and Hou was outside the palace.
Feng Aotian helped him step forward slowly, sat at the table, raised his eyes, looked at Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng, "Come and sit."
"Yes." Gu Yefeng and Lan Jingshu responded, and then sat down.
Yi Mu raised his eyes, looked at the red and swollen eyes of both of them, and laughed in a low voice, "I haven't seen you for a few days, so you miss me so much?"
Gu Yefeng raised his eyes and looked at him, holding back his tears, his voice trembling, his hands hidden in his sleeves clenched into a fist, "I miss it very much."
Yi Mu picked up the chopsticks, put the vegetables in his bowl, "eat more."
Gu Yefeng took a deep breath, then picked up his chopsticks, bowed his head, and ate.
Lan Jingshu lifted his eyes and looked at Yi Mu's complexion, as if it was reminiscent. There was no trace of morbidity, but a bit more fascination, very bright and moving.
His heart seemed to be torn apart by a raw ground, and he said warmly, "You should also eat more, there are still many memorials waiting for your approval."
Yi Mu nodded. He didn't expect that it was Lan Jingshu who knew his heart best. At this time, it was him who could understand.
"Good." Yi Murou laughed, then looked at Feng Aotian, "The emperor, the minister is very useful."
Feng Aotian laughed in a low voice, "It's really useful."
Yi Mu turned his eyes and looked at Gu Yefeng, "Tonight, I am hosting a banquet here. The three of you and I haven't had a drink in a long time."
"Okay." Gu Yefeng condensed all the sadness, raised his eyes, looked at him, and replied with a smile.
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Did you forget the Lord?"
"How can you forget the emperor?" Yi Mu picked up the vegetables and put them in her bowl, and said with a smile.
Feng Aotian curled his lips and smiled, and the group of people used breakfast quietly without much words.
Wei Zimo was busy all day, and only returned to the palace late at night when he learned about Yi Mu. For some reason, a bit of sadness was born in his heart.
He stayed up all night, and the next day, he left the palace and went to the restaurant without leaving.
After the early dynasty, Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng went to the Imperial Court, while Feng Aotian took Yi Mu back to the Imperial Palace.
Yi Mu looked at her with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "The emperor, can you go to a place with your minister?"
"Good." Feng Aotian replied slightly.
The two left the palace, but came to Yifu.
Yi Yang was a little stunned at Yi Mu's sudden return to the mansion. When he looked at Feng Aotian beside him, he hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Old officials see the emperor!"
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Yi Yang, "Yi Aiqing doesn't need to be polite. Today, I just accompany Yi Mu back to take a look."
"That's the case." Yi Yang raised his eyes and saw Yi Yang looking at him with a slight smile. His mind suddenly flickered, and a bad premonition spontaneously emerged, because such Yi Mu was him. Never seen before.
Feng Aotian took Yi Mu's hand into the Yi Mansion, and Yi Yang went back to the east courtyard on his own. Yi Mu took her to the courtyard where she once lived.
Feng Aotian watched the courtyard full of plum trees, and Yi Mu slowly walked forward holding her hand, walking into the house, and then to the study.
Yi Mu raised his eyes and looked at him, "Please sit down, the emperor."
Feng Aotian immediately sat down and looked at the small but elegant study room. There were several artistic landscape paintings hanging on the walls. Looking at it, they seemed familiar.
Yi Mu walked to the bookshelf, took out a painting tube from the innermost layer, walked slowly in front of her, took out twelve scrolls from the painting tube, unfolded them one by one, and placed them in front of her.
Feng Aotian looked at the portraits above. It turned out that she looked like she grew up. Every one is lifelike and vivid. She raised her eyes and looked at him, "Do you draw one every year?"
"Yeah." Yi Mu stroked the scroll lightly, with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, "When the minister misses the emperor, he will show it out."
When she looked at the last painting, she was exactly what she is now. A plum blossom was rendered on the scroll, and she knew it was blood when she glanced intently.
She stroked that place, "You vomited blood?"
"Yeah." Yi Mu nodded and covered her finger, "However, this is also a blood-stained plum blossom, and it is also the heart of the minister."
Feng Aotian turned around and embraced him, "Fool."
Yi Mu leaned in her arms, lowered his head, and looked at the paintings in front of her. It was his heart. Without these paintings, how could he sustain it until now?
Feng Aotian didn't know the meaning of these paintings. She hugged him tightly. There are so many foolish men and women in this world, but his infatuation alone is not enough.
After Feng Aotian and Yi Mu had lunch in the Yi Mansion, Yi Mu went to talk to Yi Yang alone, while Feng Aotian stayed in Yi Mu's room, looking at the bookshelf in front of him, and occasionally saw a handwritten note. , She went on to open it, these were all random notes from when he came to spare, but they all record his meeting with her.
With a faint smile on her mouth, she read page by page, and between the lines, his infinite sadness and love were revealed.
Yi Mu stood in front of Yi Yang, then knelt down, "Father, the child is not filial."
Yi Yang sighed quietly. He knew that Yi Mu rarely returned to the mansion, but now that he returned to the mansion, something must have happened. Looking at the situation of his son in front of him, he had heard about his disappearance early in the morning and Su Ri was unwell. , Already prepared.
He raised his hand and helped Yi Mu up, "Stupid boy, all these years, your father knows your suffering, but it's a pity that you can't share your suffering. I feel very guilty for my father.
Yi Mu raised his eyes and looked at Yi Yang with a smile, "Father, my child will say goodbye this time, I'm afraid it will last forever."
Yi Yang heard that even if he was ready, he couldn't bear it, his body was stiff, and he looked at him, "Boy, you are..."
"My boy's body, I'm afraid it won't last a few days." Yi Mu lowered his eyes and said in a low voice.
Yi Yang shook his figure and fell into a chair with sore eyes. He raised his eyes and looked at Yi Mu, "I am ashamed of my father and you."
Yi Mu took a step forward and looked at Yi Yang, "Father, I would like to thank my father for his nurturing over the years. The child is not filial, and he fails to respect his filial piety. He will only wait for the next life, and the child will finish the grass title ring."
"Hey, God's will." Yi Yang sighed quietly, raised his eyes and looked at Yi Mu, "Just do what you want."
"Baby bid farewell to father again." Yi Mu slowly knelt down, knocked his head three times, slowly got up, and then retreated.
Yi Yang looked at the figure of him resolutely leaving, and his heart was filled with helplessness and perseverance, which was more of pity.
Yi Mu left the east courtyard, raised his eyes and looked at the scenery in front of him. He hid the tears from the corner of his eyes and walked forward slowly.
When I walked to my courtyard, walked into the study, I saw Feng Aotian sitting next to the book table.
He stood beside her, and when he saw that what she was holding in her hand turned out to be the manuscript written by him, he raised his hand and wanted to take it.
Feng Aotian held his hand and tugged lightly, and he sat in her arms. She lowered her head and looked at him, "How come you don't know how you miss him?"
Yi Mu lowered his eyes, leaned in her arms, wrapped her hands around her waist, "The emperor, the minister left the palace by himself that day."
Feng Aotian hugged him tightly, "Master knows."
"The emperor, will you remember the minister?" Yi Mu asked in a low voice.
"Yes, I will look for you and find you back." Feng Aotian said, hugging him tightly.
"However, Chen is no longer the same Yi Mu he used to be." Of course, Yi Mu knew that after the soul was unified, he would forget her, and he would become another person, and this person has nothing to do with her.
Feng Aotian hugged him, walked out of the study, put him on the soft couch, looked down at him, "Where is your cinnabar mole?"
Yi Mu lifted her leg, opened her trousers, and saw the bright red cinnabar mole on the ankle. She raised her hand, cut her finger, and dropped a drop of blood on the cinnabar mole. The strange thing is, The blood melted into the cinnabar mole.
Yi Mu raised his eyes and looked at her, "My lord, how could this happen?"
Feng Aotian looked at him, "This is the mark the Lord gave you, no matter who you are? Where do you go, as long as you have this cinnabar mole, you will return to the Lord's side."
Yi Mu smiled, "Okay, I will wait for the emperor to come up and find officials."
Feng Aotian hugged him tightly, "Wait for the Lord obediently, don't twist flowers, don't show up, don't make your Lord worry."
Yi Mu knew that these words would disappear with his rebirth, but he would still remember them, and he wanted to keep every word of her firmly in his heart.
Feng Aotian accompanied him for a day in the Yi Mansion, while Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng sat in the imperial dormitory reviewing the memorial, relatively speechless.
The night was filled, Feng Aotian took Yi Mu back to the palace, Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng had just walked out of the study.
The group walked to the Meixiang Palace and sat around the plum blossom tree. They remembered that Xing Wuyun and Mu Hanjin were also there on the night in the Regent's Mansion. They all sat together, chatting, drinking and talking, it was so fun, but now it's already What is right is wrong.
Mu Hanjin's life or death is unclear, Xing Wuyun disappears without a trace, and Yi Mu's life is not long.
Yi Mu sat on the stone bench, looked at them, then raised his glass, "I respect you, this glass."
As he said, he raised his head and drank.
Feng Aotian raised his glass and looked at him. At this time, she just wanted to give him what he wanted.
Yi Mu leaned on the plum tree behind him, raised his eyes, looked at Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng, "It's been a long time since I was so happy."
Gu Yefeng raised his glass and looked at Yi Mu, "You and I have been good friends since childhood, and I have always regarded you as a confidant and dear friend, this glass of wine, I respect you and my friendship."
"Okay." Yi Mu responded readily, the sadness between his brows had long since disappeared, and what was left was a relief for everything in the world.
Lan Jingshu also raised his glass, did not speak, but drank with his head up.
Feng Aotian stood up gracefully, folded the plum blossom branches, and danced his sword in the courtyard, still the figure of that night, and at that time, it was not him that she was holding.
Yi Mu raised his eyes and looked at her. There was inevitable love in his eyes.
On this day, Leng Qianye was another fierce battle. He was forced to retreat by the black wind. Naturally, there were a lot of casualties. Fortunately, the black wind was introduced into the trap they set.
Li Su led a strong attack on the tower for two days and two nights without any progress.
Mu Hanyao's stern face was full of coldness, without a trace of panic, but stood still in the barracks, watching the situation on the tower.
Ye Meixi didn't know when, standing beside him, "In a few days, I will return to Kyoto."
"Well, when you leave, I can definitely take this place." Mu Hanyao said in a deep voice.
"That's fine." Ye Meixi nodded and said, "I just got the news that Yi Mu had an accident."
"What happened to him?" Mu Hanyao raised his eyes, looked at him, and couldn't help asking.
"These two days are the limit." Ye Meixi's eyes flashed with sadness and whispered.
"The emperor has not yet recovered from the sorrow of Mr. Cat's departure, and now Yi Mu is also..." When Mu Hanyao remembered Feng Aotian's strong expression, his heart was full of pity.
"Yes." Ye Meixi replied in a low voice, "What we have suffered is insignificant compared to her."
Mu Hanyao turned his eyes and looked at him, "Are you really married to Ling Shuangxue?"
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Ye Meixi's mouth twitched slightly, and smiled faintly, "She dare to fool me, I will definitely get it back."
After listening to Ye Meixi's words, Mu Hanyao knew the answer, then turned his eyes to look at the battle in front of him.
Ye Meixi didn't say a word, but turned around and left the barracks.
Ah Jiu captured the first city. Unfortunately, Nan Yu had prepared for the second city a long time ago and sent General Mengxi to resist. Therefore, he is now guarding strictly, and Mengxi is best at fighting protracted battles. It is extremely unfavorable for Ah Jiu.
Meng Chu was arranged by Ah Jiu's side and participated in the whole battle, but he had no intention of staying by her side.
Ah Jiu rested for two days in a row. Today, the war officially started. It was just a small test and did not make much movement.
In the camp, Ah Jiu looked at the defense plan in his hand and discussed the strategy with other generals, while Meng Chu stood aside and listened without saying a word.
In the past few days with Ah Jiu, he became more and more curious that the woman in front of him had such ability, bravery and courage. Compared with men, she was not inferior to men. More importantly, she could convince the generals of the army to convince her. It is really not easy for a woman to do this.
Ah Jiu looked attentively, with a pretty face and a serious face. She lowered her head, ran her fingers across the red heart marked on the defense map, and then said, "This battle must be made quickly, and Mengxi must not be given a chance to breathe. He is good at fighting protracted battles, so he will prepare enough food and grass. Now, we have to cut off their back lanes first, and then conduct a strong attack, and then break through the city gate as quickly as possible."
"Yes, General." The lieutenant on the side replied in a deep voice.
At this moment, a black shadow fell, handed her a secret letter, and then flew away.
Ah Jiu received the secret letter, and after reading it, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He raised his eyes and looked at the general in front of him, "This general has already sent someone to handle the food and grass matter, and it can be done tonight. Tomorrow morning, You all listened to this general's command and attacked the city according to the original plan."
"Yes." The generals replied in unison, and then retreated.
Ah Jiu did not leave, but lowered her head and continued to watch. After an unknown period of time, she raised her eyes and watched Meng Chu standing by.
She put away the defense plan and looked at him, "Will you go to rest?"
"Not tired." Meng Chu said few words, just two words, and then no words.
Ah Jiu nodded slightly, "Then go somewhere with me?"
"Yeah." Meng Chu nodded. Now, he has to agree. What's more, he wants to see how Ah Jiu can conquer the city.
Ah Jiu lifted up and stepped out of the camp. She walked very calmly step by step, and the two of them did not say a word until they reached the observation tower not far from the barracks. She stood with her hands behind her hands and looked up at Wulizhi Outside the watchtower.
Standing on her side, Meng Chu also looked into the distance, silent.
After a long time, Ah Jiu raised his eyes and looked at him in front of him, "After another half an hour, there will be flames in the sky."
Meng Chu seemed to have guessed something, but just glanced at her lightly, and then said, "So you let me see this."
"Yeah." Ah Jiu nodded undeniably.
Meng Chu continued to remain silent, raising his eyes and looking ahead.
After half an hour, as expected, a corner of the tower in the distance burst into the sky, so far away, you could hear the shouts from there.
The fire became more and more prosperous, and it burned until dawn the next day. Ah Jiu gave a low laugh, then turned, got off the watchtower, turned on his horse, and took the team to the tower.
Meng Chu followed her silently all the time.
This night, Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng were drinking desperately, while Yi Mu was smiling and chatting with them about interesting past events, so a day passed.
When Feng Aotian woke up, Yi Mu leaned in her arms with a light smile, opened his eyes and stared at her, "The emperor, the minister is leaving."
Feng Aotian's eyes sank, picked him up, and the two walked into the palace.
Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng raised their eyes, looked at the disappearing figure, couldn't help but shed tears, and then left Meixiang Palace.
Feng Aotian bathed him personally. After washing, she was wearing a light pink brocade robe, she took his hand and walked slowly to Xingyun Palace.
No wind hasn't appeared in these few days, but now, he is standing in the palace waiting for them early in the morning.
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Let's go."
"Yeah." No wind nodded, then opened the secret room and walked forward first.
Feng Aotian squeezed Yi Mu's hand tightly. He always smiled and walked inward with her.
With each step, it seemed that they had walked for a thousand years, and finally reached the ice jade bed, and saw a white mist had fallen in front of them.
"The holy lord really has his words." The spirit clan master said in a deep voice.
"Can I watch it here?" Feng Aotian raised his eyes, looked at him, and asked.
"Naturally," the spirit clan leader responded.
Yi Mu raised his eyes, looked at her, curled his lips and smiled, "The emperor, the minister is waiting for you."
Feng Aotian squeezed his hand, suddenly embraced him, bowed his head, and kissed him.
Yi Mu met her kiss with tears in the corner of her eyes.
He slowly released her hand and stepped back until he was lying on the ice jade bed. He looked sideways, looking at her, and then slowly closed his eyes.
No wind stood on one side, watching her look at him quietly, his eyes darkened, and he saw a white mist supporting his body, while Yi Mu's body was slowly facing the Bingyu Coffin. Everywhere near, the spirit beads in the ice jade coffin seemed to sense him, slowly rising, red light radiating, and covering his body, and then he saw the blood overflowing from the corner of Yi Mu's mouth.
Feng Aotian knew that these days, he had been using his own blood to nourish the spirit orbs. Therefore, the spirit orbs had spirituality, so that he could be sensed.
Now, the red light of the Lingzhu became brighter and brighter, as if he was about to his body completely, Feng Aotian stepped forward, trying to stop it, but was caught by Wufeng.
She turned her eyes and looked at him, "Let go."
Wufeng suddenly embraced her in his arms and pressed her head to his chest, "If you go to stop, are you not afraid of him being wiped out?"
Feng Aotian leaned against his sudden embrace, and whispered, "Master just wants to look at him closer."
No wind hugged her tightly, not wanting to let her see the scene in front of her, but, unable to restrain her persistence, he let go of his hand helplessly.
Feng Aotian turned around and looked at the scene in front of him.
The spiritual power of the Lingzhu has completely merged Yi Mu with the white mist of the spirit clan leader. Seeing that red light seemed to swallow him all, Feng Aotian just stood in place with a gloomy face, watching Hold him.
Yi Mu looked sideways and looked at her, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, a tear dripping from the corner of her eye, and the corner of her mouth seemed to be saying, "I love you."
Feng Aotian's eyes sank and her heart seemed to be torn apart. The pain reminded her of the moment when Father Cat left. Her body trembled, but she forced herself to be strong.
She raised her eyes and watched Yi Mu close her eyes again, until the red light of the Lingzhu completely disappeared, and then heard an explosion, the Lingzhu burst in the air, and Yi Mu's body slowly The ground falls.
Feng Aotian tapped his toes lightly, took him into his arms, and flew down.
She stroked his face and whispered, "Yi Mu..."
The person in his arms opened his eyes and looked at her with indifference. Then he raised his hand, the strong internal force pushed her away, and flew away like this.
Feng Aotian watched the pale pink figure disappear in her eyes like this. She turned around and saw Meifei lying peacefully in the ice jade coffin, the body that had survived for two hundred years. After leaving the Lingzhu, slowly Slowly corroded...until it turned into a pool of blood.
She turned around and looked at the windless, "Really gone?"
"Yeah." Wufeng replied, trying to embrace her in his arms, but the hands raised were weak.
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "Master is fine."
No wind nodded slightly, "How about this place?"
"Keep it." Feng Aotian took a deep breath, turned around suddenly, and left the secret room.
Wufeng looked at her leaving behind, then moved up and followed her away.
When Feng Aotian stepped out of the Xingyun Palace, she saw the bright red figure standing in the distance. She stepped forward step by step, stood in front of him, looked at him, and then threw herself in his arms, "Don’t leave the Lord, Never allowed."
Wei Zimo hugged her and stroked her back, "I will never leave you."
Feng Aotian hugged him tightly, sucking the breath from him, why, she just wanted to protect them, why did she leave her one by one?
No, she must get Yi Mu back, no matter where he is.
She condensed her mind, leaning against Wei Zimo's arms, and seeing Wu Qing in his eyes, she knew that he must have not rested in these days.
She took his hand and said, "Go to rest with him."
"Okay." Wei Zimo knew Feng Aotian's current mood, he didn't understand it, but his heart was always aching.
Wufeng looked at her leaving back, gave a wry smile, then turned and walked towards the courtyard.
Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng saw Feng Aotian and Wufeng coming out from a distance. They did not see Yi Mu's figure. They had already guessed the result. They raised their heads and forced themselves not to cry.
Gu Yefeng sneered, "He is gone after all."
"He is happy." Lan Jingshu said warmly.
Gu Yefeng responded with a smile, "Yes."
Meteor stood in the courtyard and watched as the wind slowly entered. He sighed, "Away?"
"Yeah." No wind nodded.
"The Holy Lord must be very sad." Meteor couldn't help saying.
"It's okay for someone to accompany her." Wufeng smiled bitterly, when did he become so unable to let go?
Meteor sat in front of him, "What is your expression?"
"A wry smile." Wufeng picked up the teacup on the side, poured a cup of tea, drank it, then got up and went to get some medicine.
Meteor knew that he was in a bad mood, so he didn't bother, but took the dog and left the courtyard leisurely.
After the windless shooting star left, he sat slumped on the recliner, raised his hand, covering his face, letting the sun shine through his fingertips and pierce his eyes.
Feng Aotian held Wei Zimo's hand and returned to the Floating Dream Palace. The past is vivid, seemingly ruthless but affectionate. She is not a wooden person. Yi Mu's departure made her more determined to protect them, anyone. Don't even think about taking them away from her again, they are hers.
Wei Zimo lowered his head and watched Feng Aotian's hand holding his hand tightly, as if he was about to smash it, but his face was cold, just letting her.
Feng Aotian took his hand and lay on the bed. She leaned in his arms and fell asleep with her eyes closed.
Wei Zimo leaned sideways and stared at her, but he was not sleepy. In the past few days, he hardly closed his eyes. He clearly loved her, worried about her, but could not go. Instead, he let her accompany another person. This pain, He had never felt it before.
"Close your eyes." Feng Aotian said in a deep voice.
Wei Zimo responded with a light smile, "Okay."
Then he hugged her tightly and closed his eyes slowly. At this moment, he vowed that no matter how difficult the road ahead, he would stay by her side forever.
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