It's just that the hand holding the hilt of the sword, although white and slender, swayed slightly, and the blue veins jumped slightly, enough to reveal the turbulence in his heart at this time.
Since the day of goodbye, her figure has been lingering in her mind.
How many days and nights, when Zeng Meng returned to his youth, all he saw were those clear eyes that were mysterious and cunning.
He clearly remembered that night eight years ago.
Going out with his father, sleeping in the camp at night, torn and killing in the daytime, leaving a strong and disgusting smell of blood in the night breeze.
His father was a close friend of the superintendent. In order to train himself, his father took him with the army on the expedition.
This night was a rare night to sleep after the armistice. He and his father were very tired, and his father slept very heavily, but he could not fall asleep because of the bloody scenes of the day.
After the night watch, it was so quiet that only the wind outside could be heard.
But there was a very light footstep sounded outside their camp.
He opened his eyes, and through the light of the moonlight outside on the camp tent, he clearly saw a dark shadow reflected on the camp tent.
His actions are sneaky, looking around.
Originally thought it was his own, but as soon as that person stepped into the camp, a cold light from a dagger flashed through his eyes.
He was startled, and subconsciously sat up and shook his sleeping father abruptly.
When the person heard the movement, his dark eyes flashed, and the person's whole body revealed a thick murderous intent.
Father was awakened by his shaking, and when he looked up and saw the shimmering dagger, he was behind him.
"Who are you?" Father held his sword in a deep voice.
"Those who killed you, die!" As soon as the masked man in black said, he rushed forward.
The father pushed him away and started fighting with the man.
However, after a few rounds, his father was obviously at a disadvantage, and the skill of those who came was extremely high. His father was not his opponent at all, and there were a few more wounds.
So he drew his sword and went away, but before he got close to him, he was knocked down by the opponent's backhand. He wanted to use his bare hands, but he just shot his wrists. At this time, he seemed to be alarmed outside, and someone was looking for him. With the sound, he didn't have time to struggle in the future, and there was a pain in the back of his neck, and he lost consciousness.
… .. Woke up again, with noisy and messy shouts of killing in his ears, countless cold weapons shining with cold light, but he was lying in a pool of blood, surrounded by corpses, and soldiers who were killing each other with red eyes, a mess. .
He looked around for his father's figure, but couldn't find it.
An enemy stabbed him with a sword. He had no weapons in his hand, so he could only resist with his hands. The sword was halfway into his arm. The severe pain made him wake up a bit and punched the enemy away.
Covering the wound, his eyes drifted everywhere, not knowing what happened last night, let alone what happened to his father!
In front of me was a battlefield with blood flowing into rivers and corpses everywhere.
He felt that he had no support for a while, only the survival instinct could make him escape in chaos.
He ran desperately, desperately.... There were more blood holes on his body, and he finally escaped from the cruel battlefield, stumbled and fell into a cliff valley.
From the first glance he opened, he saw her clear and deep eyes.
From then on, I can never forget it again.
She didn't ask who she was, let alone her past, she would leave for a few days after dropping a box of medicine, and then there would be another day.
This woman, dressed in white, is covered in white gauze every time she meets. From her voice and figure, it can be seen that she is very young, but she comes and goes like wind, and her martial arts are unfathomable.
Until one day, when he was more than half healed and sat on a piece of grass to vent his loneliness and helplessness, and vent his grievances and hatred.
She appeared.
The tone of her speech was so arrogant, but so lazy.
The words and deeds are too enchanting, unlike other girls of the same age.
However, what she said could hit her weakness accurately.
"A man bleeds without tears. If you want to avenge your family, you must practice hard, and you must do better, become a general and kill your enemies."
Her voice, as clear as a bell, was as graceful as heaven, and it was so clean that it did not stain a trace of dust, but at the same time, she was full of laziness and enchantment that did not belong to her age.
Her word was like a powerful force injected into his heart. From then on, he made up his mind to never cry, let alone vent his emotions, and let people see his own weakness.
She told herself that tears are for the weak, and he is definitely not the weak!
From that night on, she said that she was willing to teach him more powerful kung fu. In addition to the kung fu of various schools, there were many ways of warfare, countless secrets of the world and countless unknowns, and even medical skills.
She never said the things she taught a second time, and she relied on her own realization. There were so many things she taught every day that he didn't even have time to eat.
After three months, his internal strength increased sharply, and his martial arts rose sharply.
Never thought that a little girl who was only about ten years old would know so many things and know so many little-known state secrets.
But one day suddenly, she just left without saying goodbye. It wasn't until she left that he realized that he knew her only by one name: Feng'er.
Later, he returned to the imperial city and found out that his father had been killed on the battlefield. The assassins at the time were sent by the enemy country. In addition to his father, many uncles who were born and died were also killed.
Later, his father and their remains were sent back, and only a month later he fell into the family. In order to kill the enemy, he went to conscript, and within a year he became famous in the barracks, and Lin Fuhuai valued his son.
When he had the ability, he began to secretly send someone to search for her whereabouts.
But this search took eight years.
For eight years, he would dream of her every night, dreaming of her cunning, her laziness, her enchantment and her eyes... He hated his incompetence. If he was not injured that day, he would never again. Miss her.
He is convinced that that girl is the girl he has been thinking madly for so many years.
At first he didn't know why he kept thinking of her, but over time, he knew.
In this life, I am afraid that there will be no more woman who can take her place in her heart.
"Foster father." Lin Fuhuai looked at him calmly.
"Qi...cough..." Lin Fuhuai wanted to answer him, but he coughed violently as soon as a word came out.
"Father, stop talking." Lin Xiang said smoothly for him.
"Foster father, you just woke up. If you have anything to say, wait for a while!" Meng Yuqi bent slightly and respectfully said.
"Yes, dad."
Lin Fuhuai glanced at the two weakly, and finally nodded, then leaned back on the pillow.
"Foster father, Haier has already sent people to do their utmost to find Dr. Mo, please stick to it."
"...Cough..." Lin Fuhuai's lips turned purple due to the poisoning, and after a little nod, he closed his eyes.
Meng Yuqi's eyes fell, and the room fell silent.
Under the same night sky, another mansion is not as cold as here.
Because the prince of the East Palace went out of the palace with the queen to visit his uncle, and came to the prime minister's house.
Empress Chen has a virtuous, dignified and noble character, and fully demonstrates the majesty of the mother of the country.
The prime minister's mansion was all concentrated outside Fu Shinian's house, with their heads down, they dared not speak.
Inside the house, the originally large house was squeezed out of the water. Most of them were maids and maids who came with the queen and prince.
People were surrounded by the big bed where Zhu's family was living.
Empress Chen was dressed in a Tengfengtail robe, but she stood still so quietly, but she exuded an unspeakable dignity.
The prince Teng Yanli beside him stood calmly beside him, also very noble.
Surrounding these two people were Fu Shinian's wives and concubines, one by one holding a handkerchief to hide their faces and sobbing softly.
Behind each wife and concubine, stood a young man. At that time, Fu Shizhou had seen his father poisoned but was unable to save him. The demon girl was so skilled that she ran away in a few strokes.
Empress Chen is nearly forty years old, but she has a nice face and plump body. Her phoenix eyes slowly swept over the crying women. Liu's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and then she spoke softly: "Brother will get better, a few Sister-in-law wants to drive something."
After hearing the Queen's words, several women lifted their faces from the handkerchief and wiped away their tears.
"Yes." Fufushen responded with a salute.
Fu Shinian, who was on the bed, had gray hair and couldn't find a trace of black hair, and his original face was only skinny.
The poison in his body is like an evil spirit that sucks human essence, constantly devouring his life.
However, he was still panting, and he opened his eyes slightly unwillingly, as if he didn't believe that he couldn't afford to sleep like this.
He is the veteran of the imperial court, he is the prime minister of the entire dynasty, and he has always believed that if he can stay in the officialdom for more than ten years, how can he fall like this
His wrinkled lips were shaking, as if he wanted to speak, but he didn't even have the strength to turn his head.
The hand resting on the side of the bed was as thin as wood, but suddenly raised slightly.
When Fu saw it, his eyes flashed and his shoes collapsed.
"Brother, I am Ru'er, I am here." For this brother, Fu Shiru respectfully obeyed him since he was a child, and even more respected and loved him. If it were not for his brother's help, she would not have been able to sit in that back position. Rock, in that scary harem, became the postmaster.
She held his trembling hand, and Empress Chen, who had been calm, finally couldn't help being soaked with tears in her eyes.
"..." Fu Shinian's lips moved more vigorously, and he made a hoarse and extremely low voice, too vague, no one could understand.
"Master..." At this moment, the wife Li Zhenrong also rushed forward and started crying again.
When she cried, the concubines standing behind also cried.
"Father..." The sons also took a step forward, looking anxious one by one.
The room was suddenly noisy, and the crying and crying made people feel the urge to cover their ears.
"Okay, stop all, my brother needs to be quiet." Fu's complexion was slightly ugly, and he was very dissatisfied with the cry of these people.
"...Yes." Her voice, which was not light but not loud, made everyone afraid to say it again.
At this time, Fu Shinian finally turned around trembling, and his eyes half covered by wrinkled eyelids were still shining with excitement.
It seemed that I wanted to tell Fu, but I couldn't speak, and I didn't have the energy to speak. Everything I wanted to say eventually became the power to hold Fu.
"Brother, what do you want to say?" Fu seemed to understand the light in his eyes, leaned close to him, and wanted to listen carefully, but in the end he heard only a chaotic hoarse sound.
"Uncle, the queen mother is here, you have something to say, just say it!" Teng Yanlu's face flashed with deep concern, and he personally reached out and stroked Fu Shinian's chest.
Hearing what he said, Fu Shinian seemed to get even more excited, and began to use all his strength to lift his neck, as if he wanted to sit up, holding Fu's hand very excited.
"Master..." his wife and concubine began to call out again, and several sons stepped forward to surround him.
"Uncle, calm down first..." Teng Yanlu stroked his chest a little bit more.
"...Cough..." He just finished speaking, and after Fu Shinian suddenly took a breath, he began to cough violently.
Seeing the situation, Fu immediately stroked his chest, "Brother, don't be afraid of Ru'er!"