On a winter morning, with the chilling cold and the rising sun showing a golden charm, Murong Shuqing stood on the hillside behind the camp and stretched. How long has it been since she woke up so early? Looking at the morning sun gilding her with a layer of golden light, Murong Shuqing sighed softly, she still prefers the afterglow of the sunset, the light that turns gorgeously with a touch of nostalgia, and the light that is dashing and hidden is even more pleasing to her.
The figure rushing like black lightning in the distance made Murong Shuqing smile and shout, "Ice Soul."
Her cry made Ice Soul even more excited, and Sa Huan quickly came to her, raising her front hooves, splashing the snowflakes on the mountain that had not yet melted, covering Murong Shuqing all over. Murong Shuqing patted off the snowflakes on its body with a wry smile, hugged Ice Soul's neck as if in revenge, and said with a smile, "Long time no see, how are you?"
Ice Soul didn't take her strength to heart, but kept blowing at her face and rubbed on her neck affectionately. Murong Shuqing pressed his face against Ice Soul's forehead, while stroking its soft mane, he said in a low voice, "Do me a favor, can you?"
Ice Soul seemed to sense the difference in Murong Shuqing today, no longer bored with her, but quietly looked at her still smiling eyes. After a long time, Ice Soul brought its head close to Murong Shuqing's neck again. She thought it was going to rub against her again, but Ice Soul only neighed softly in her ear, and then walked towards the tent, taking only two steps. Seeing that Murong Shuqing was still standing still, it stood proudly against the wind, waiting for her.
Murong Shuqing walked slowly to Ice Soul's side, and got on his horse. Ice Soul understood what she meant, and she didn't need to say more. She patted Ice Soul's butt, and Ice Soul looked back at her, as if she was very dissatisfied with this small gesture of hers, Murong Shuqing laughed before she could succeed, when Ice Soul suddenly raised her hoofs and ran wildly, making her scream in surprise He quickly clamped his legs, pulled the mane of Ice Soul, one person and one horse, roaring to the main camp.
After a night of rest last night, Cang Yue really came to call again early in the morning. After a night of deployment last night, Dongyu also had a countermeasure. Xuanyuan Yi was deploying troops, preparing to face Cang Yue.
Just as Xuanyuan Yi was about to mount his horse, a shout came from a distance, "Wait, Xuanyuan Yi." The pure black steed came galloping, attracting everyone's attention. Soon, Ice Soul proudly appeared in front of everyone, Murong Shuqing was shaken by the cold wind, and he did not dismount very neatly. Xuanyuan Yi held her waist, gently pulled her, and put her in his arms, her cold hands made him frown again. Holding her hands tightly to keep her warm, Xuanyuan Yi asked, "Qing'er, what's wrong?"
Gently breaking free from Xuanyuan Yi's hand, Murong Shuqing once again hugged Ice Soul's neck, pressed against its ear, and caressed its forehead softly and nostalgically. In a shallow voice, with a faint plea, he said: "Help me bring him back, okay?"
Ice Soul lightly licked on Murong Shuqing's neck, took two steps back, a long hiss, high front hooves, still arrogant eyes and posture, and that deafening chirping, it seemed that it was all about it. A promise to Murong Shuqing.
Murong Shuqing turned around, looked at those eyes that were as deep and resolute as the sea, and still said in a shallow and pleading voice, "Help me bring it back, will you?"
Xuanyuan Yi stroked Murong Shu's cool cheeks. She came here early in the morning just to let Ice Soul accompany him to the battlefield? Who says she is cold and indifferent, the closer you get to her, the more you get to know her, the more you know that she is soft and tender towards those she loves. She like this made him love her even more, not only because of her intelligence, her specialness, her calmness, but also her untouchable but extremely hot affection. Knowing that Murong Shuqing's heart was worried and nostalgic about Ice Soul and himself, Xuanyuan Yi nodded solemnly and said, "Okay." With just one word, the deep voice was like a heavy stone, comforting Murong Shuqing's heart. Gently kissing her forehead, Xuanyuan Yi said, "Wait for me."
"Yeah." Murong Shuqing nodded with a smile, hoping that the two promises he received today could be fulfilled.
The accompanying soldiers had been waiting for too long, Xuanyuan Yi glanced at her again, and resolutely turned to mount. The ice soul has been saddled. This is the first time the ice soul has put on a saddle. The dark mane is moving in the wind, and it looks full of unruly, mighty and arrogant. Xuanyuan Yi patted its back and said with a smile, "Ice Soul, I didn't expect that we could fight side by side so soon." Today, they have a reason and promise to win, Qing'er, wait for me to come back.
Xuanyuan Yi gave a soft drink, and the ice soul leaped away knowing its meaning.
Xuanyuan Yi and Bing Soul are indeed a good match, they are equally arrogant, unscrupulous and unruly. Looking at their backs, Murong Shuqing stood in the camp for a long time. The rising sun surrounded her with warm sunshine, which also reflected the warm smile on the corner of her mouth.
Today, there was no constant roaring like yesterday, only a few occasional sounds, but the intermittent sound of horseshoes and shouts of killing made Lu Yi feel even more terrifying. The lady is much calmer than yesterday, not very worried. She has been reading since she came back in the morning. Putting the clear tea in her hand on the low table, Lu Yi whispered, "Miss, your tea."
Murong Shuqing raised his head from the book, rubbed his stiff neck, took the tea, and took a sip. She was about to praise Lu Yi when a tentative male voice came from outside the door, "Miss Murong?"
Lu Yi glanced at Murong Shuqing, and seeing her nodding, Lu Yi said to the outside of the tent, "Come in."
Xiao Rong held a plate with a stew pot on it, and walked in with a smile. Seeing it was him, Lu Yi smiled and asked, "Xiao Rong, what's the matter?" This young general, Lu Yi, had seen him many times. He was very nice and took good care of the young lady, so when he saw him, he felt a little more affectionate in his heart. .
Xiao Rong put the plate on the low table, pushed it in front of Murong Shuqing, and smiled foolishly: "Nothing, this is the soup that the general ordered the kitchen to cook for the young lady before leaving to replenish her body."
Young Master Xuanyuan is really attentive! Lu Yi lifted the lid, and a strong smell of chicken soup came to her nostrils. She filled a bowl and brought it to Murong Shuqing. Murong Shuqing took it, glanced at Xiao Rong, scooped a spoonful, just about to put it in his mouth, but suddenly put it down, and said to Lu Yi, "Lv Yi, I have a copy of my chess book in Shang Jun's place. Go and get it back for me."
Chess? Lu Yi was puzzled. The young lady seldom played chess and seldom read chess records. How could there be chess records from the merchants? Although confused, Lu Yi replied, "Yes."
Just before Lu Yi turned around and was about to leave the tent, she suddenly felt a pain in her neck, and before she could make an "ah" sound, her eyes darkened and she fainted.
Murong Shuqing put down the chicken soup in his hand and looked at Lu Yi. Fortunately, she just fainted. She originally wanted to let her go so that she would not be hurt. Now it seems that they will not let anyone in the account. .
"What should I call you?" She knew that he would act, but she didn't expect it to happen so quickly.
"I'll let you see it." With a sneer, the cold female voice contained a touch of self-joking, and her thin face was thrown to the ground in the light of her hands. It's just that under the mask, it's not the pale and ordinary face, this time it's the face of a teenage girl, but the cold voice and expressionless face are very inconsistent with this pretty face. Murong Shuqing felt that the face she saw last time was more suitable for her. Obviously, this one is not her original appearance. Could it be that this woman wears a few faces when she goes out
The woman looked at her coldly and asked, "Why can you tell it's me every time?" She was very curious, her disguise has never gone wrong, why every time she came to her, she was always recognized Come out, the last time was the maid who served her for more than ten years. How many times has she seen this soldier? Murong Shuqing, why are you so different
Murong Shuqing looked at the woman in front of her with a smile, she was also curious about her, although she was always cold, but every time she saw her, she always felt regretful unconsciously. She shouldn't be very old. A girl of this age should be like Zhiqing and Xiaoxiao, be loved and sway her youth, or be like Lu Yi, have no worries about food and clothing, and someone to take care of her. However, life did not give her such favor, Murong Shuqing asked in a low voice, "What's your name?"
The woman was taken aback and frowned, she should answer her question, not ask her. I thought so in my heart, but I don't know why, maybe because I couldn't resist the faint smile, the woman still said coldly: "Nameless."
"Nameless?" Murong Shuqing held the teacup's hand for a while, a name that was very suitable for her ever-changing identity, but it sounded a bit sad. Murong Shuqing shook his head and replied, "This name is not very good."
Wuming looked at Murong Shuqing with a sneer, she was still in the mood to discuss the name with her, and that comfortable gesture was really dazzling.
"I can recognize you because of your eyes." Wuming's hand just touched the dagger around his waist, and stopped because of Murong Shuqing's words.
"It has no spirit." Murong Shuqing looked directly into Wuming's cold eyes and said lightly, "A pair of eyes can be simple, cruel, gentle, cruel, but you are very special and have no spirit. So , although you have practiced the hardest trick in the world, turning your face into masks, you are still not them, you are still you."
Murong Shu's clear and cold voice made Wuming tremble subconsciously. After a while, she said with a half-smiling smile, "Why didn't I meet you earlier?" Why did she let her see Murong when she didn't have any extravagant hopes in life? Shu Qing, did not meet, or she can continue to live like a dead body as she should. Why didn't she meet her earlier, before it belonged to Hong Ming, so maybe she could also know what laughter is. There is no reason, it is her destiny. The slightly turbulent eyes instantly became silent, Wuming glanced coldly at Lu Yi lying on the ground, and said, "Kill her and take Murong Shuqing away."
As soon as the words fell, four men in black appeared behind Wuming, and the long sword in their hands glowed with a cold light. The two secret soldiers who had been protecting Murong Shuqing in secret also appeared, protecting Murong Shuqing one after the other.
Although he was protected in the middle, Murong Shuqing knew that the current situation was not good for him. Since Hong Ming had already made up his mind to kidnap her, the person he sent would be sure to be safe. She guessed that not only in this account, but also outside the account, it has already been deployed. Yan Yu and Cang Su were not by her side, so the fight would only cost a few more lives.
Murong Shuqing said to Wuming, who was standing at the tent door with his back to her, "Don't kill them, I'll go with you."
Wuming turned around slowly, with disdain on his indifferent face, and sneered: "Do you think you still have the right to choose?" When did she not forget the people around her, the purple mandarin duck was like this last time, now Lu Yi is still the same, Hong Ming doesn't need to worry about such a person at all, she is full of weaknesses. With a light wave, the four men in black instantly rushed towards Murong Shuqing.
As she expected, the other party sent all the top experts. With two against four, there was no chance of winning. Soon, the two of them were silent. The four long swords pointed at Murong Shuqing at the same time, and the nameless short sword also lay across Lu Yi's neck.
"Wait." Murong Shuqing ignored the four sharp blades in front of him, walked to Wuming step by step, and said, "If I kill her, I won't live, but Hongming doesn't want my life."
Wuming's hand holding the sword tightened, Hong Ming did not let her die, but she actually threatened her with her own life. The sword continued to approach Lu Yi, and Murong Shuqing grabbed her hand, with a trembling and pleading in her always indifferent voice, "Wuming, don't kill her." She couldn't watch Lu Yi die in front of her like this.
As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Shuqing only felt the darkness in front of him and fainted.
It's just that Wuming's short sword, which was stained with the blood of countless people, couldn't fall down. She didn't want those clear and indifferent eyes to look at her again and be filled with hatred. Murong Shuqing, she is really a terrible enemy, it will make people lose their minds.
It is rare to see heavy snow in the capital, which is a rare sight for several years. The capital in the south, even in the middle of winter, is only a few snowflakes. Snowflakes were flying outside, but it was very warm in the imperial study. Four stoves stood at the four corners of the hall, and the red sandalwood smoke rose in the middle, making the entire imperial study like early spring, isolated from the cold outside. Xuan Tiancheng held the top-quality wolf hair in his hand, and was practicing calligraphy in front of the case.
Tong Fu hunched over, stood beside the case, and reported in a low voice, "Your Majesty, Lord Wei Hai asks to see you."
"Xuan." Xuan Tiancheng focused on his writing without raising his head.
After a while, Wei Hai's tall figure appeared in front of the case, clasped his fists and knelt down and said, "Long live my emperor, long live, long live."
"Yeah." Still not looking up, Xuan Tiancheng nodded absently and said, "Get up and talk."
Wei Haili stood up and replied in a loud voice: "Go back to the emperor, the imperial edict has been awarded to the Xuanyuan family." Before he left the Xuanyuan Mansion, he heard Mrs. Xuanyuan send a letter to General Xuanyuan quickly. Besides, the emperor has already decreed, and Murong Shuqing can't do it even if he doesn't want to. What are they anxious about
Xuan Tiancheng nodded and said, "Okay." Xuanyuan Yi's sudden request for marriage took him by surprise, but it was also a good thing, since he had control over the Murong family, he didn't need to bother to accept the concubine. It was Chu Qing who was crying so hard that it bothered him.
After taking the pen, Xuan Tiancheng finally raised his head, "Is there any news about her?" It's been three months, where has she been
For three months, almost every few days, the emperor would ask about the woman. Wei Hai knew that the emperor was sincere towards the mysterious woman, he did not dare to hide it, and quickly said: "She is not from the capital, and the girl Haiyue is most likely from the sea." This is his investigation. It took a long time to find some clues, but they were too careful, leaving almost no traces.
Xuan Tiancheng frowned and asked: "Sea area? That mysterious sea country?" Just listening to its name, it is said that the country is mysterious and unpredictable, and very few people can go there.
"Yes."
"So, so is she?" If that's the case, wouldn't it be harder to find her
Hearing the displeasure in the emperor's tone, Wei Hai immediately replied, "It's not certain yet."
After letting Tong Fu frame the written word, Xuan Tiancheng said coldly, "Check." No matter where she is, he will find her.
"Yes."
Tong Fu carefully held the emperor's calligraphy, which had four strong and powerful characters written on it, "Beautiful Couple Tiancheng", which must have been given to General Xuanyuan for a wedding by the emperor. Tong Fu looked at the scrolls on the emperor's case and asked, "Your Majesty, these scrolls?"
Xuan Tiancheng waved his hand and said, "Take it, Murong Shuqing's picture, as well as the framed characters, send them to General Xuanyuan's mansion." He didn't need it anyway.
"Yes." Tong Fu held the emperor's calligraphy in his hand, and asked the little eunuch next to him to clean up the scrolls on the case table. The little eunuch rarely got close to the emperor so close, so he was a little nervous. Accidentally, the top painting slipped from his hand, and the scroll fell to the ground, unfolding in half.
There was a crisp snap, which was particularly harsh in the quiet imperial study. Tong Fu kicked the frightened little eunuch and whispered, "It's time to clean up."
"Yes yes yes." The little eunuch rolled and crawled to the ground.
"Stop." Xuan Tiancheng's scolding not only frightened the little eunuch, but even Tong Fu and Wei Hai were startled by his sudden voice. Tong Fu timidly glanced at the emperor quietly, only to see the emperor staring at the half-opened scroll on the ground, his face was full of astonishment, following the emperor's line of sight, Tong Fu only saw a vague drawing on the half-open scroll. Portrait of a woman.
Xuan Tiancheng walked down the steps step by step, but his eyes were not taken from the picture scroll. The woman on the picture was very similar to her. How could the person who made him think about it all day and night appeared here? He picked up the scroll on the ground and gently unfolded—
A woman was dressed in a light green plain dress, a dark green long skirt, and the ground-reaching blue silk was tied between the wooden hairpins. She held a writing brush in each of her left and right hands. The plain Tsing Yi, ink-like long hair, and that lazy smile all made her ordinary face exude an elegant and casual demeanor.
is her. Xuan Tiancheng stared at the picture scroll in front of him for a long time, his slightly trembling hands showed his inner excitement, and he couldn't stop muttering: "She, how could it be her?"
Suddenly, Xuan Tiancheng raised his head abruptly, his eyes flashing hot and eager, staring at Tong Fu and asking, "Who is she?"
Having never seen such an emperor, Tong Fu felt a drum in his heart, quickly glanced at the picture scroll, and replied tremblingly, "Back to the emperor, it's Murong Shuqing." This is the portrait of Murong Shuqing sent by the Ministry of Rites a few days ago. At that time, the emperor No, I saw it once when he was cleaning up. It is said that this Murong Shuqing is very low-key and has no portrait of himself. This picture was drawn by the servant of the Ministry of Rites who went to Qi Xiang's birthday that day. I don't know why this ordinary portrait made the emperor so abnormal
"What?!" Tong Fu's answer caused Xuan Tiancheng to roar in disbelief.
Wei Hai couldn't help but glanced at the portrait, which made him understand the reason for the emperor's anger. The woman in the painting is the beauty that the emperor has been looking for for three months, and this Murong Shuqing is the wife of the general who the emperor just announced to the world.
Xuan Tiancheng's mind went blank for a moment, and then, the overwhelming anger surged into his heart, Murong Shuqing, Murong Shuqing, Shu Qing-Qin Shu. good very good. She actually did all kinds of tricks under his eyelids, Xuan Tiancheng held the hand of the picture scroll, trembling slightly because of anger, his eyes full of anger like a storm, when he saw the four "Beautiful Couple Tiancheng" that Tong Fu was holding in his hands At the time of writing, it turned into a storm.
Xuan Tiancheng grabbed the rice paper and tore it into pieces in three or two strokes and discarded it on the main hall. All the palace maids and eunuchs were so frightened by Xuan Tiancheng's rare rage that they fell to the ground, saying repeatedly, "Your Majesty, calm down—"
Only Wei Hai knew that the anger in the emperor's heart could not be quelled no matter how many voices he uttered. The emperor's affection for Murong Shuqing had been in his eyes for the past three months, but he never imagined that she was actually General Xuanyuan's favorite, and the emperor only learned of her identity after she announced it to the world. This is undoubtedly handing over the person he loves, how can the emperor not be angry, how can he not be angry