With a loud cry, Fei Luo threw his head back desperately, Jing Hengbo gave way, the dagger slid, and with a smack, a hideous cut was made from Fei Luo's neck to cheek, and blood spattered everywhere!
Fei Luo screamed, twisted her body, and suddenly a blade popped out from her waist, shooting at Jing Hengbo's lower abdomen.
Jing Hengbo retreated again, Fei Luo only wanted this moment of space, and threw himself into the mud pool ahead with all his strength.
When she jumped down, she heard Jing Hengbo giggling, which made her feel chilly, and then there was a sound of wind behind her!
The wind is so heavy and violent!
boulder!
Fei Luo was terrified, desperately let out an extremely ugly whistle.
Suddenly a black light flashed in the mud, and several black threads shot out like lightning. Fei Luo reached out to catch it in mid-air, and used the force of the black thread to pull forward desperately.
"Crack." There was a crackling sound, and the boulder that was supposed to hit Fei Luo's waist hit her right leg hard. The leg immediately hangs down in a strange posture.
"Ah!" Fei Luo let out an inhuman cry! She fell heavily, her right leg twisted behind her like a slug.
Passing through the black muddy river in the middle of the mountain, suddenly a black shadow flashed, and a huge figure stepped out to catch Fei Luo. He only pulled out Mr. Big and killed the family, but there was only one left.
Fei Luo screamed miserably as he struggled and let out a low whistle, and the black shadow immediately sank to the bottom of the swamp.
"Huh." With a strong wind, Jing Hengbo's second stone arrived again, with a sharp bottom and sinking like lightning, facing Fei Luo Tian Ling Gai!
"Crash." With the sound, the black shadow sank very quickly, and disappeared on the swamp surface in a blink of an eye, and the sharp stone hit the mud surface immediately, splashing countless silt, and the mud was full of blood!
There was a gurgle on the swamp, a deep ditch appeared and moved forward quickly, and it flew outward like a sword. Jing Hengbo rushed to the side of the mud pool, facing the ditch, stabbed hard with the dagger in his hand, but it was stuck in the air. Then the ditch disappeared.
All the actions happened only in a split second, and the blood was also frightened in a split second.
Calm was restored in the cave, except for the thick smell of blood that lingered.
Jing Hengbo stared at the silt pond for a long time, and wanted to reach out to dig it out regardless of the dirt, Yeluqi stepped forward, grabbed her hand and pulled it away, angrily said: "I don't know what's down there, are you dying? "
Jing Hengbo frowned, raised his head, and said with a sly smile on the corner of his lips, "I want to see a dead body!"
Yeluqi stared at her blankly, this clean woman, at the moment her face was covered in blood and silt, but she didn't seem to notice it, she was squatting by the swamp, her pair of white and slender eyes, her nails were as clean as a spring in the past At this moment, he was touching the black mud with his hands, as if he wanted to jump in and hack people out to death.
He was a little startled, a little strange, a little chilly, but more, it was a sudden heartache.
Distressed.
It is very clear what made this woman who was lazy, undisciplined, coquettish, cleanliness, unwilling to bother and dislike killing, become fierce and fierce today, killing people with a smile on her face, and able to rummage through piles of blood and mud with ease. A smiling female owl who wanted to kick someone with a dagger in her mouth.
In the past, her smile was charming and calm, but now her smile is still charming and calm, but there is more bit of coldness and murderous intent hidden in it.
It was like she was so decisive and vicious when she attacked Fei Luo. The arrogance hidden in his bones was finally washed away by the snow that night.
Maybe this is a good thing, the way of the emperor, ruthless tolerance, what capable people can't do.
But for such a person to arrive at this day, what kind of heartbreaking soul baptism did she have on that day?
How hateful, how ruthless.
With a bitter taste in his heart, he couldn't help but squeeze her wrist tightly, "Hengbo, don't look for her anymore, she won't survive, and she would be worse off than die if she survived, your revenge has been avenged."
Jing Hengbo stopped his hands, wiped the mud on his hands as if nothing had happened, and said: "It's best to kill him, and it doesn't matter if I don't. She couldn't kill me when she was a woman, but now she is in trouble. Instead, she can recover." Is it my turn?" Turning to the swamp, he smiled, "Don't die if you have the guts, sister and you all play slowly, just to practice your killing skills, cut, the mouse is dead, isn't the cat going to be bored and crazy ?”
The mist in the mountainside was light, and the light and shadow were blurry and changing. In the mist, her smile was kind and charming, with a ghostly aura. Yeluqi felt that if Fei Luo could see it, she would hide in the swamp for the rest of her life and never come out.
Jing Hengbo turned his head, the ghostly spirit disappeared, and he still had that lazy smile, and asked him, "Can people live under the swamp?"
"It is logically impossible." Yeluqi said, "But you know, there are many swamps in the wilderness. Difficult environments are the easiest to create strange people. Maybe some people have already developed the ability to survive in the swamps for a short time."
Jing Hengbo took it for granted. The Great Wilderness is famous all over the world for its mystery, and no one should take it lightly.
"I need to adjust my breath." Yeluqi sat down cross-legged, raised his face and smiled at her, "You go back first, I'll go back at dawn, let's discuss whether we want to go to Tianhui Valley to stir up the muddy water."
"Okay." Jing Hengbo yawned, greeted Feifei, and waved lazily, "Remember to come back."
She swayed and walked out. Behind her, Yeluqi watched her back until she turned a corner. Then she suddenly stood up. He rummaged through the corpse of a member of the Yelu family, found something, stuffed it in his arms, and turned to leave.
Judging by the direction he was going, he was not going to the village.
"Where are you going?" came the lazy voice, rustling in the quiet night. Jing Hengbo poked his head out from behind the mountain wall, hugged his chest, and his mouth was still moving, as if he was eating.
He stopped, thought for a while, and smiled wryly. sigh. No attempt was made to say anything else.
He left because of violent killings. Once it starts, it must end with blood and killing. If Xun is still in the hands of Yelu's family, if he kills the people here, he must take advantage of the dawn when the other party thinks something is wrong. Before, strike preemptively and eradicate the opponent.
It's a tough job, and he's willing to go it alone.
At this moment, if she wants to follow him, whether she doesn't trust her or is willing to help, he doesn't want to think about it.
As long as she is by his side, the world will be safe.
"Let's go."
"Where to, what to do?"
"kill."
…
Emperor song.
On the night close to the end of the new year, it is rare to open the curfew. It is already late, but the crowds on the street are still bustling with lights.
Because the government office has been sealed, including Yuzhao Palace, all Dige offices are closed, but people are no longer prohibited from staying nearby. So even near Yuzhao Palace, a temporary night market opened. Sell some fresh gadgets trafficked from the Six Kingdoms and Eight Movies.
In previous years, this kind of situation was absolutely not allowed, because everyone knew that the master of Yuzhao Palace, Ai Jing.
For some reason, this year is an exception.
Therefore, when the gate of Yuzhao Palace suddenly opened wide, when a black feather rode out from the gate of Yuzhao Palace like an arrow, passing through the bustling crowd with the unique logo of Junling of Yuzhao Palace, everyone was shocked. Startled.
Everyone in Dige knows that the Black Feather Knight is the special messenger of Yuzhao Palace to convey important orders to the world. And, only bad news. For example, the news of the death of the king, the change of the royal family, and the demotion of important ministers above the second rank.
Not long ago, the people of Dige had just seen the Black Feather Rider once. It was after the recent incident of Yuzhao forcing the palace, it was announced that the Queen was abolished, and the Black Feather Order was changed to the Black Water Queen, which spread throughout the world.
This is not a festival, what bad news is there? The people dropped their things anxiously and looked back.
"Wang Ling: Yuzhao Dragonrider Commander Yingbai, sexually rebellious, foreign ministers, good at military power, and indulgent in wine and sex. After the joint agreement of all ministers, Yuzhao Dragonrider will be handed over immediately, and he will never return to the Emperor's Song unless it is ordered. Qin this !"
There was a bang in the market.
Yuzhao Dragon Rider Commander, the first military officer of the dynasty on the same level as the Kanglong Army's chief governor. How could such a prestigious minister be dismissed before this day?
Moreover, Commander Yingbai is different from Cheng Gumo. He is a true confidant of the National Teacher. Cheng Gumo can only be regarded as the left hand of the teacher, while Ying Bai is the most powerful right hand.
Cut off the right hand of the national teacher casually? He is willing?
Wang Ling? Queen's order?
The queen of Mingcheng has already reasserted her position. Originally, she requested to hold another ceremony to celebrate and announce her return, but was rejected by the national teacher. The national teacher said that a person who has already been enthroned once will be called injustice if he is enthroned again. Queen Mingcheng quietly returned to her bedroom in Yuzhao Palace. Continue your puppet days.
How dare Queen Mingcheng attack Yingbai? How could the national teacher accept it? Will the two conflict because of this? Is there going to be another Yuzhao Palace bloodshed next?
The people of Dige have always been very politically sensitive. Thinking of this, they all quickly dropped the things in their hands and coaxed them to scatter.
This night's Emperor's Song could no longer restore the joy and excitement before the New Year's Eve. Countless people were worried in the mansion, counted and guessed in the mansion, and looked towards the direction of Yuzhao Palace, waiting or fearing that there would be another loud noise suddenly. Repeat the shocking incident not long ago.
Yuzhao Palace.
Contrary to what the outside world imagined, Yuzhao Palace was very quiet, so quiet that there was no New Year's atmosphere.
In fact, the Yuzhao Palace did not have a festive atmosphere in the past, but for some reason, the recent Yuzhao Palace is very quiet, even the palace people walk lightly, speak in a low voice, and their voices are a little higher, which makes it feel that it is especially abrupt and empty echoing in the palace with columns and columns .
There was once a person's arrival, which brought a bustle, and everyone was used to that kind of bustle. When she left, the sudden silence became so unbearable.
The lights in Yuzhao Palace were sparse, and the lights in the quiet courtyard were dimly lit.
Under the lamp, two people are drinking together.
The one dressed like snow is Gong Yin, the other has his hair **** casually, has an unshaven beard, has very black and long eyebrows, his eyes are often squinted, but slightly curved when he smiles, showing a kind of unrestrained charm.
The commander of Yuzhao Longqi, Yingbai.
According to outside legends, the prisoner who was imprisoned, dismissed, and expelled from Beijing was drinking with the national teacher at the center of the quiet court.
The light is yellowish, the light and shadow are flickering, someone is coughing lightly, accompanied by the rustling of falling snowdrops outside.
"You drink less." Yingbai poured the wine for herself, and poured the wine from Gong Yin's cup into her own pot casually, "I'm still struggling at this time, I won't praise you as a hero." Drink it all in one gulp With the wine in the glass, he shook the glass, and said dissatisfiedly, "I'm going to be driven away, and I won't bring a pot of better wine. I heard that you have a hundred-year-old Longshan ice brew here. How about it, let's take it out Done? I'm going to be wandering in the wilderness, if I don't get some good things to mend, I'm afraid I won't be able to come back, National Teacher."
Gong Yin took back his wine glass, wiped the mouth of the glass where his fingers touched with a handkerchief, and said flatly: "Longshan Ice Brew is gone."
"It's gone? It's gone!" Yingbai stared wide-eyed, looked at Gong Yin for a long time, made sure that he would not lie, and immediately looked mournful, "You clearly promised to leave it for me to drink in the future!"
"The second pot, it will be a hundred years in three years." Gong Yin looked at the snow outside the window ecstatically, "You will be yours when you come back properly in the future."
"You have to do it to your satisfaction before you can drink it, right?" Ying Bai raised her eyebrows, "You're not drinking, you're just getting a piece of bait for me to chase after. It's like teasing a dog! Are you so shameless?"
Gong Yin only smiled slightly, and poured wine for him himself, "So, this cup is just an apology."
"Don't, don't, I can't afford it. Your crime is not paid for in vain. Once you make amends, I will be in bad luck." Yingbai waved her hands with annoyed expression on her face, "A month ago you poured me wine to apologize, and I was still happy I think you finally know that you are sorry for me, and you plan to get back the three taels of silver you owed me back then. Who would have thought that you would give me this now. It turns out that your apology was to prepare for driving me out of Beijing in advance. Then you Why am I making amends this time? What kind of bad luck will I have next? "
"Chudige is full of dangers, and the six kingdoms and eight tribes are undercurrents." Gong Yin raised his glass, "Safe journey."
He raised his sleeve to cover the cup, drank it down in one gulp, the sleeve stopped slightly, and then put it down. There was a slight blush on his face, like the sun shining on the white jade, and the crimson color was alluring.
Yingbai's complexion was not good-looking, and he glanced at him and said: "Don't hide it, I won't be like girls, want to check on your situation."
Gong Yin's lips curled.
"You are too non-stop, so you can't wait?" Yingbai gulped down his drink, "Who will be next?"
Gong Yin drank slowly, without raising his head, "There may be chaos in the Ministry of Gold. The governor of Chengdu has been idle for too long, or the treasured sword will come out again, and the horse will be in the mountains."
Yingbai paused and was stunned for a while, then laughed loudly and said loudly: "Yes!"
Gong Yin remained calm and said, "You are not allowed to take any of the people you have cultivated over the years."
Yingbai snorted coldly, and resentfully said: "Kill them all, you."
Gong Yin remained silent, holding his cup to see the snow cold and dark outside the window, the snow beads rustled on the window paper, like the fingers of a **** knocking on the voice of fate.
"Being kicked out of Beijing, I can't even drink a glass of Longshan Ice Brew." Ying Bai was unwilling to reconcile, and muttered to herself, "Then tell me, who drank my wine?"
Gong Yin gave his hand a slight pause, then raised his hand to get the wine pot, Ying Bai raised his hand to hold his wrist, and said with a sneer, "Okay! No need to toast to change the topic! I know!"
His voice was full of anger, Gong Yin didn't seem to hear it.
"What happened to what I asked you to do?"
Yingbai rolled his eyes and clapped his hands. After a while, the door curtain was lifted, and a person approached slowly.
Gong Yin raised his head and looked at the person walking in the dark, his eyes seemed to reflect his youthful past.
The man walked in with a panicked expression, subconsciously wanting to salute Ying Bai, but Ying Bai stopped it with a wave of his hand, and said coldly: "Stop! How many times have I taught you that you don't need to salute! Be cold! Be proud! Be high, if In the clouds!" He turned his head to Gong Yin, "Look!"
Think about it and drink with dissatisfaction, "It's far away! It's far away! It's too difficult!"
Gong Yin only glanced at it, then waved the man to retreat, and after a moment of ecstasy, said: "Shang Ke, it should be fine to think about it for a while."
Yingbai drank and ate food without talking, as if he wanted to vent all his anger on this table.
"Before dawn, you should leave Beijing. Forgive me for not being able to see you off."
Yingbai drank the last glass of wine, picked up Gong Yin's jug, waved his hand as he walked out, and said, "Okay, whoever wants you to give it to me is hypocritical!"
His figure was about to step out of the door, Gong Yin suddenly said: "Yingbai."
Yingbai turned around.
The lights in the room were dim, and he sat cross-legged, his snow-coloured clothes hanging down quietly. The light was half covered, and the picture of falling snow plums behind him was mottled in color, and the snow flakes came in from the half-open window, floating and sinking beside him. Occasionally it falls on his jet-black hair, reflecting the coolness on his skin.
Yingbai suddenly felt that Gong Yin at this moment seemed to be melting away with the snow.
"Yingbai. The last pot of Longshan Ice Brew is in the hidden compartment three steps below Jingting's study." He said quietly, "When you come back, if I'm not here, remember to get it yourself."
Yingbai stared at him, but he had already turned his eyes away, and was once again fascinated by the snow that night.
The snow every night is similar, but people are different.
"That's a really good sentence..." Ying Bai suddenly raised his face and murmured, "My emotions suddenly came..."
His expression suddenly turned furious, he raised his hand, and slammed the flagon down.
The crackling sound resounded inside and outside the quiet court.
The guard turned his head in shock, and then hurried back.
"Gong Yin!" Yingbai stood on the corridor, pointed at his nose, and said sharply, "I don't like your virtue! I won't serve you anymore! Farewell!"
The sound also resounded inside and outside the quiet court, and everyone could hear it clearly.
Everyone was silent, and Meng Hu, who had been waiting anxiously, rubbed his hands and ran forward, with a look of anxiety, and stopped in front of Yingbai, wanting to say something but daring not to say it. After a long while, he waited and said: "Commander, don't blame me. National Division…"
"Don't call me Commander! I'm no longer Commander!" Ying Bai angrily pushed him away and walked away. While walking, he still cursed angrily, "It's better to get away from here, this **** lifeless Yuzhao Palace, I will come back after eight lifetimes of misfortune! Pooh! Gong Yin, you have the guts, it's better to stay in Yuzhao Palace like you are seventy or eighty, A lifetime of widowhood and loneliness, old age and death here!"
"Great Commander..." Meng Hu wanted to chase, but he was angry again, these words really poked his heart, what would the national teacher think when he heard this?
He looked back at Jingting's study worriedly, there was still no sound, the light yellow light dragged the man's shadow for a long time on the picture of Luoxuemei, and he remained motionless for a long time.
…
The imperial palace has always been a very strange place. It seems that the gates are tightly guarded, and everyone is cautious and reticent. But whenever something happens, the news always spreads very fast, as if those things can be planted with secret wings in a blink of an eye. Following the secret eyes and wriggling lips, it flowed through the entire court like water.
It was only a moment before Yingbai smashed the jug in Jingting and scolded the national teacher, and the next moment, someone was waiting for him at a corner on the road from Jingting to the queen's bedroom.
The woman under the black-bone umbrella was wearing a deep red cloak, wearing a crown, and her shoulders were already covered with snow. She was holding a tray with a jug and two cups on it.
After the restoration, the queen of Mingcheng, who lived in seclusion and had never been seen by almost all the ministers, was waiting in the snow at this moment.
Yingbai stopped in his tracks, the anger on his face was gone, and his expression was expressionless.
"Your Majesty." He bowed casually.
Queen Mingcheng didn't seem to feel Yingbai's negligence, and raised the tray in her hand upwards.
"I heard that the commander-in-chief has good wine." She smiled, "I also have a pot of fine wine here. Although it is not a hundred-year-old Longshan, it is also a rare 50-year-old cellar. I specially waited for the wind and snow, just wanting to be strong for the commander-in-chief."
Ming Cheng's smile was clearer and more touching.
"Great Commander." She stared at his face with flowing eyes, "A glass of thin wine is strong, don't worry about no friends in the future, even if the old rain always bears each other, you will have your own ice heart to reflect the snow. This is what Mingcheng said from the bottom of his heart. Commander, don't be discouraged, no matter what, Mingcheng always respects the Commander."
The palace maid raised the wine glass over her head with both hands, Ying Bai paused, and took it.
Ming Cheng smiled even more happily. He waved his hand to signal the palace maid to pour it for her as well, held the cup in her hand, and said sweetly, "Come on, Commander, for the sake of the stormy journey ahead, and for the sake of our mutual understanding at this moment, let's drink this cup."
She raised her glass and met Yingbai's eyes with a smile. She didn't realize that she had imitated Jing Hengbo's usual smile and the angle of raising her face.
Yingbai raised his glass.
A wicked smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his lips.
Then.
Slowly pour a glass of wine onto her hair.
Mingcheng's body suddenly became stiff.
The pink face turned pale in an instant, and her lips trembled a few times, as if she wanted to speak, but she seemed to be unable to speak anymore, as if her throat had been blocked by the wind and snow that filled the night.
The wine slowly flowed down the bun, across her forehead, and onto her eyelashes. The eyelashes couldn't bear the force, and the wine trembled and fell down again, like tears.
There was indeed liquid in the corner of her eyes, which slowly flowed down, mixed with the wine, and the skin that flowed was hot.
"Great... Grand Commander... You... Have you misunderstood me..." In the wind and snow, she was wrapped in a thick cloak sobbing uncontrollably, her fragmented voice was blown away by the wind, and her raised eyes were still clear, full of reproach and bewilderment, And endless sadness.
This is an expression that makes a hard-hearted man soften his self-blame, but Yingbai is still smiling.
"When a man drinks alcohol, he should only respect those who are worthy of respect." He said softly, "I can't respect a bitch, so I have to respect the crown on your head."
As if Mingcheng was struck by lightning, Chu Chu's expression froze completely on his face.
Ying Bai pretended to bow to the golden flying phoenix crown of seven treasures on her head, and said with a smile: "Ah, your majesty's crown, do you think this wine is good? Ah, your majesty's crown, it's getting late, please forgive me and leave. "
He straightened up without even looking at the Queen, and left laughing, his loose sleeves fluttering in the wind and snow.
With a sound of "dang", the wine glass fell to the ground. Mingcheng's body went limp, and he fell into the snow. The maid called for the guards in panic, but Yingbai went away without looking back.
Renshen year twelfth lunar month twenty-ninth.
Yuzhao Dragon Rider Commander Yingbai leaves Beijing.
…
The snow this night was different from that night. It never fell heavily, but snowdrops kept falling, rustling continuously.
A slender figure staggered forward on the snowy ground, and the cotton boots kept crushing the snowdrops on the ground, making a creaking sound.
Behind her, a palace lady followed anxiously, but she didn't dare to make a sound, and she didn't dare to stop her.
The queen was hit and seemed to be ill. The servants called for guards for a long time, but no one paid any attention. Tonight, the guards received a special gift from the state teacher, allowing them to warm up and eat meat in the office. There were many people gathered in front of the warm fire, and no one would care about a court lady's mournful cry.
In fact, there are still guards, and the surroundings of the quiet courtyard are always tightly guarded, but those people who are covered with snow on their shoulders in the dark are all staring at the figure on the snow with no pity in their eyes, only hatred.
Let her go crazy!
Let her die!
Whoever forces that one away on a snowy night, he will taste the bitter fruit on a snowy night!
…
Standing on the wall, Meng Hu looked at the stumbling figure in the snow with a colder expression.
His eyes suddenly moved, and he turned to Jingting—Gong Yin suddenly opened the door and went straight to the side door.
Meng Hu's expression tightened.
Next door is Jing Hengbo's former bedroom...
Since that night, the closed side door has never been opened again, and none of the guards approached there, but sometimes they would be stunned when they glanced over, as if they suddenly saw the side door open, and Her Majesty the Queen was carrying all kinds of dishes Snacks, walked in with laughter.
Everyone will smile at this moment—Her Majesty, who is friendly and easy-going, will never get angry if the snacks cannot be delivered, and will invite everyone to eat, and even sit cross-legged under the tree to share with them.
The smile of blurred memories will be instantly shattered by the closed side door.
At that moment, everyone was full of regret.
Not only the side door, but even the Red Maple Forest, Range Rover Pavilion, Feilan Pavilion, Cuihua Building, Yechun Lake...all the places she used to visit and set foot on, he never set foot again. The nine-hole long bridge that once remembered her loud confession crossed the water alone, and no one took a photo with it.
But it still can't be avoided, the whole Jingting Court is full of memories and aura about her, it can't be escaped, can't be avoided, but in the silence day after day, the past is carefully crushed.
Originally thought that this door would never be opened, and everyone was waiting for the day when the national teacher ordered the door to be closed forever.
Unexpectedly, at this moment tonight, the side door opened.
He walked in slowly.
Meng Hu glanced at the national teacher, then at Mingcheng in the distance, she stumbled all the way in a daze, and seemed to be heading in this direction as well.
Meng Hu wanted to remind, but finally fell silent.
There is a kind of indulgence that cannot be disturbed.
As for the one who bumped into it, it depends on her own life!
…
Jing Hengbo's bedroom was completely dark.
Not long after she left, the palace room had been cleaned, but for some reason, a faint smell of dust settled in the air. It smells vicissitudes and time.
Perhaps when the master is gone, the palace loses its soul.
He came in softly.
Or it's not like walking, it's like sleepwalking, the snow-white clothes are winding on the snowdrops all over the ground, but even the tiniest snowdrops are not crushed.
Walking in like a dream, indulging like a dream.
The wind pierced sharply, and there was a dull pain in his chest. He remembered vaguely, as if the wound was still there.
He slowly raised his hand, there, close to the heart, she once fell a fiery kiss, and murmured an oath to warm him, and soon after, a knife replaced that kiss in the same position, cutting into the flesh and blood coldly.
Who will secretly replace the falling snow with the spring breeze, and it will be cold for a long time.
He curled up his fingers and pressed his knuckles against the wound, as if he could only find evidence of the existence of a physical body by pressing so tightly.
The path under his feet is so familiar that he can't make a mistake even if he closes his eyes. Three feet further forward is the steps of her bedroom.
The steps used to be smooth, but after she slipped and fell on them once, he ordered the steps to be covered with granite so that they would not be slippery when it snowed.
The snow fell, but no one stepped on the steps again.
There are three steps of steps, and the snow beads are rolling down, one step at a time, with a tinkling sound.
In front, there is no threshold.
She didn't like high thresholds, and she was still not used to them. At first, she fell in front of the high thresholds countless times, and then the thresholds of this temple and his side were sawed off. Her side was fine, but his ministers suffered disasters. The better ones always crossed the non-existent high threshold, doing a silly high leg, and those who were unlucky would also fall into shit.
He didn't lift his leg.
It passed like a cloud.
Seven steps into the hall, screen.
The screen was originally made of two phoenixes facing the sun, but she replaced it with an embroidered screen of the famous handsome man Mao Zhinan in the previous dynasty, and then he replaced it with an embroidered screen of the Seven Flower Immortals in the myths and legends of the Great Wilderness. She also said that the seven women were ugly If she is dead, looking at her every day will make her ugly, so the two finally negotiated and replaced it with the current Wancai Peony.
She is satisfied, and so is he. She likes the beauty of peonies, and he thinks that only peonies are worthy of her beauty.
He took a step forward and stood by the bed.
There were no footrests in front of the bed, and it was customary for a court lady to sleep before the footsteps, but she was not used to it, so she removed the footrests. He felt good too. In this way, sometimes when he works all night until dawn and quietly comes to see her sleeping face, he can get closer to her.
The hazy sky at dawn is always very clear in his memory. Seeing the morning light shrouded her cheeks like a veil, her eyebrows are different from the usual openness, peaceful and quiet, his mood is always peaceful and quiet, and he can't help it. Gently stretched out his hand, wanting to caress her brow, but quickly withdrew it before touching her, fearing to disturb her dream.
Sometimes he would guess what kind of dream she was having based on her dream expression, most of the time it should be sweet, because the corners of her lips were slightly raised, with a little intoxicating dimple.
Can she still dream now? Can there be sweet dreams? Don't be like him, dreaming pale and bright red every night, and waking up to see the nightmarish sky.
Or, her current dream should also be pale and bright red. The original colorful dream was forcibly erased, leaving only the color of the flowers on the other side of the underworld.
And this was erased by him.
He took a step forward and sat on the edge of the bed, the quilt was soft and cold, no, not her cheek.
Those days waiting for her to wake up in the thin morning light are one of the best memories in life. Seeing Xiguang light up on her cheeks little by little, he would feel that it was not the sun that illuminated her, but this day, she was illuminated by her brilliance.
But I hope she will return to light up this dark mountain and river in the future.
Slowly stroking the quilt with his fingers, he tucked the corners of the quilt naturally. She used to sleep badly and always kicked the quilt separately. He had to tuck her many times a night.
Halfway through the tuck, he stopped, the quilt was cold, and there was no longer the body temperature of that person.
Now, who can tuck the quilt for her at night and warm her fingers in the cold air?
He remained silent, still tucking every corner of the bed.
There was a sudden bang beside him, as if there was a noise in the dark, and he knew it was her so-called dressing room.
Opening the curtain on that side, I saw that the door of the cabinet next to the wall was pushed open at some point, revealing half of the box.
The wind was strong tonight, constantly shaking the windows and shaking the cabinet door.
He walked over and stared down at the box, which was something she cherished very much. She jokingly called it her treasure chest, and she wanted to rely on it to play around in the wilderness. This box can indeed be called a hundred treasures, and the things that come out of it are weird and weird, and they are not things that can be possessed in this era.
He therefore did not like the box.
I always feel that it is a product of another world, not belonging to him or the wilderness, it is the proof that she came from a different era. As long as this thing is there, she seems to be separated from him, and she seems to be in a void.
He was afraid that this thing was a bridge connecting her to another world, and one day she would leave him and cross the bridge.
She left without taking the box, and he didn't intend to send it back to her.
The treasure chest can't play with the Great Wilderness, and any foreign objects can't play with the Great Wilderness. Instead of relying on those superficial techniques of gods and ghosts, it's better to rely more on yourself.
Take away her dependence and let her use her feet to measure her own land.
He squatted down and lifted the box. The lid of the box was slightly opened, revealing a corner of the top piece of clothing, which was bright, colorful, and thin. Twist in the hand like a dream.
He recognized the dress.
It was a fairy-like floral long dress. She wore it with a ribbon-tied hat and slightly curly long hair. Her lips were dotted with stars. At that moment, she was as gorgeous as an elf walking in the mountains and waves.
He will always remember the amazement of that moment, even though he was angry and cold because of Zirui's impersonation.
Fingers stroked the clothes lightly, and it seemed that her fragrance still remained, lingering in the quiet night palace.
With a click, the box locked.
He put the box back, wiped it with his fingers, and the lock was locked.
Only her can touch her things. eternal life.
He was about to get up and leave when he suddenly stopped, and then with a wave of his hand, the side window was opened.
On the windowsill, at some point, a small ice puck appeared. There is something vaguely in the puck, and the dark light flickers.
There was a look of disgust in his eyes, as if he was very unwilling to see this thing, but in the end he raised his hand, and the ice ball slowly flew up, fell into his palm, and then shattered.
Between the shattered ice was a piece of bone. The bone looked like a phalanx. It was not fresh. It was dark black, blood-colored and poisonous. He turned the phalanx over and over again, and finally saw the mottled phalanx. On the top, there is a small spot showing the original white of the bone.
He shook slightly.
Suddenly a small bug emerged from the bone. The bug was a bit like a ladybug, with a faint blue light and spots on its back. He counted the spots, seven.
He didn't know whether to be disappointed or happy.
He turned over the ladybug's belly again, and there were three marks on the ladybug's belly.
"Three months..." he murmured.
Immediately he threw the ladybug and the bone out, and the bug flashed a blue flame in mid-air. Although the flame was small, it was extremely fierce, and burned the bone and himself in the blink of an eye, without leaving a single trace. Nothing around it was set on fire.
The flames burned the ladybugs and bones, still alive, and came out through the window, as if there was a target, it flashed into the darkness.
He didn't move.
There is no need to chase out to find the person who dropped the ice hockey, this kind of **** karma will burn all the targets to be destroyed in an instant.
In the past, he had chased after him and tried his best to keep the messenger behind, but every time he arrived, he could only see a smear of ashes.
Those people, there is always a way to make him unable to find any clues, unable to find the person he wants to find.
There have been a total of four such transmissions over the years, and this year it happened twice.
Is it getting more urgent?
Over the years, I have worked hard to ascend to a high position, just to have enough strength to turn over the mountains and rivers, and to cover the target I want with my strong palm. However, Dahuang is too big and too mysterious.
They couldn't bear it anymore, and he didn't have the patience or time to wait any longer.
Some disgusting things have to be done after all.
He took a breath and stood up slowly.
Go out of the side room, walk five steps away from the side, and there is a dressing table.
The brass mirror dimmed, reflecting a shadowy figure. He supported the dressing table with both hands, and saw himself in a trance, standing behind the dressing table, with his hand on a woman's shoulder.
On that day, he mistakenly thought that the other person was her, and poured out his heartfelt words, but his fate was so treacherous, he would always be stingy with what he didn't want to give you, and he mustered up the courage to utter his thoughts, and cast them by mistake.
That was the first time he and she had a tit-for-tat quarrel, and it was heart-wrenching. He thought that moment was the coldest decision, but later he realized that the suffering in the world will never end, reaching the deepest level of hell.
So far, it seems numb.
He suddenly leaned down.
A stream of blood flowed down from the corner of his lips without warning, along his chin, and dripped onto the smooth tabletop.
Blood spots splattered like plum blossoms.
Seemingly unable to stand any longer, he supported the table and sat down slowly, using his snow-white sleeves, slowly