It was another beautiful evening. With the help of Wuming, Murong Shuqing got off the carriage. This was the fifth day of her robbery, and it was the first time she stepped off the broken carriage. The carriage was parked in front of an inn next to the official road. Because it was built on the official road, people who did not want to spend the night in the wasteland chose to stay here, so there were many carriages parked in front of the inn.
She hadn't walked for a few days, and the acupoints had been blocked all the time. Murong Shuqing walked very slowly, almost relying on the help of a nameless person. Fortunately, she let herself walk down the ground, otherwise, when Yan Rui arrived, she would also be disabled.
The two walked into the inn slowly. Except for the sharp-eyed shop assistant, no one paid attention to this ordinary couple.
Wuming faced the shop boy who was approaching, and asked with a gentle smile: "Second, is there any room?"
The shop assistant glanced at them without a trace, looking at his dress and gentle temperament, it is estimated that he is a scholar, a scholar or the like. The shop assistant was a little lethargic, but he still showed them the way in front and said, "Yes. Guest officer, please come here."
Wuming looked in the direction he pointed, a small courtyard surrounded by a dozen rooms in the backyard, some people already lived in it, and the noise could be heard in the front hall. Wuming took out a piece of silver and put it in the second-hand shop. He still said modestly: "My wife is not in good health. Please find a cleaner room."
Holding the silver in his hand, the shop assistant's eyes lit up, and his expression immediately became attentive. He glanced at the pale woman leaning against the man's arms. He greeted and said, "Yes, yes, please go upstairs."
Murong Shuqing laughed secretly in his heart, sure enough, in all eras, money is easy to do.
Wuming helped Murong Shuqing and the second shopkeeper to go around a few screens. Suddenly, at the corner, a dark shadow suddenly came towards them. The second shopkeeper didn't pay attention, and just bumped into it, "Oops", and fell back. come over. Wumingyan quickly grabbed Murong Shuqing's waist and took a step back, so that he was not hit by the second shop assistant, but because of the sudden incident, Murong Shuqing was taken back before he could react. Sprained foot.
The pain made Murong Shuqing's already pale face even more ugly. At this moment, a nice male voice said, "It's abrupt."
The man's voice was warm and friendly, while Murong Shuqing rubbed his sprained foot lightly while looking in the direction of the voice. In front of him was a handsome man, who looked young and smiled softly. He did not have the handsomeness of Shang Jun, nor the elegance of Qin Xiuzhi, but his softness made him look extraordinarily different.
The man has already helped the shop boy up and bowed his hands to them.
Murong Shuqing felt that the man in front of him definitely didn't look so gentle and harmless, but it still didn't prevent her from feeling good about him. Wuming obviously also felt the man's extraordinaryness, she only nodded slightly and replied: "Where."
Wuming supported Murong Shuqing, and when he wanted to leave, the man said again, "I wonder if this girl was hurt?"
Wuming glanced at the man, only to see that he was still looking at them gently, the expression on his face seemed to be really worried about Murong Shuqing's feet. Wuming asked in Murong Shuqing's ear, "How is it?"
Murong Shuqing shook his head gently, but his eyes were looking at the man opposite.
Wuming raised a faint smile to the man, and replied politely: "My lady is fine, thank you for your concern." After speaking, Wuming ignored the expression that the man seemed to have something to say, and confronted the man who was standing beside him stupidly. The shop assistant said, "Let's go." He took the lead to go around the corner and walked upstairs.
Murong Shuqing climbed the stairs carefully all the way, but in his heart he was guessing the identity of the man just now, who could he be? I made some random guesses, but to no avail. He raised his head slightly and looked at Wuming's face. Under that expressionless mask, he should be speculating about the man who suddenly appeared.
The two entered the room. It was indeed a quiet and clean room. The food was served quickly. It had been a few days since he had eaten hot dishes and warm rice. Murong Shuqing had a good appetite and ate two bowls. Very silent, after taking a few bites, he sat on the soft couch and closed his eyes.
Putting down the tableware, Murong Shuqing moved his steps carefully, sat down on the wooden chair in front of the window, and fell silent as he watched the bright moon slowly climb up the treetops.
After entering the store, she listened carefully to the chatter and laughter of the people of the three religions and nine classes, and what made her wonder is that this place is actually very close to the city of slanders. And the city of slander is not a city that will pass by on the way to Yan Rui, what does Hong Ming want? He is so unreasonable that it will make it difficult for the person who saves her to find her, and Wuming guards her all the time, so that she has no chance to leave any clues.
I don't know how long it took, Wuming said coldly: "Go to bed early."
Murong Shuqing came back to her senses and rubbed her feet. It seemed that the pain in the afternoon was no longer there. She walked carefully to the bed and sat down. Looking at Wuming again, she was still sitting cross-legged on the soft couch. Murong Shuqing lay down comfortably before asking with a chuckle, "You haven't had a good rest for a few days, so you can sleep just by meditating?" She was really curious, these martial arts masters can really sit down sleep? She had only been in the carriage for five days, and she already felt bone pain all over her body.
Wuming didn't even open her eyes, she was too lazy to answer her question, she waved her sleeves, and the candle on the table went out immediately.
Murong Shuqing didn't take it seriously, stretched and closed his eyes. Maybe I was really tired, and I fell asleep after a while.
until-
A slender hand covered her mouth before she woke up, only to see Wuming lying beside her, whispering in a low voice, "Don't make a sound."
Murong Shuqing didn't know what was going on, and nodded lightly. Wuming let go of his hand, and the dagger in his hand was ready to go.
The room was surrounded by people, and these people should have come for Murong Shuqing. She was so careful, but they were still found.
The door was carefully pried open, and two black figures flashed in, walking slowly to the bed. Wuming suddenly jumped up, the short sword drew two silver lights, and with a muffled groan, the person who came was injured by the sudden sharp sword energy. But soon, four people also jumped in from the window, and surrounded Wuming in the middle. This small room was definitely not enough for a few martial arts masters.
Murong Shuqing retreated to the deepest part of the bed, squatting against the wall, looking at the sword, light and sword in front of him. Wuming's martial arts are indeed strong, but under the situation of attacking from the front and back, they have gradually become unsupported. A long sword came from behind Wuming, and it was about to pierce her heart. Murong Shuqing shouted: "Be careful." She didn't want Wuming to die like this, and Murong Shuqing felt that these people were not around her. people.
Because of Murong Shuqing's reminder, Wuming quickly moved to the right, dodging the fatal blow, but the long sword still slashed her upper arm deeply, and the faint smell of blood permeated the room.
Wuming took out a silver needle from his waist and threw it at the man in black. When they dodged, Wuming took Murong Shuqing's hand, jumped out of the window, and ran towards the official road.
After all, with Murong Shuqing, who was completely incapable of martial arts, they were quickly entangled by the men in black. But this time, behind Wuming, dozens of men in black also flew past. The two sides were evenly matched. Wuming pushed Murong Shuqing next to a big tree and concentrated on fighting the enemy.
Half leaning against the big tree behind, Murong Shuqing panted slightly, just when they were fighting inextricably, Murong Shuqing found a person standing behind him, turned to look, it was the man who bumped into her in the afternoon, Moonlight He still smiled amiably, the light blue brocade clothes glowed with silver light. Is this person coming for her? But who is he
The man didn't let her think for too long. With a flash, he came to her side. Murong Shuqing only felt a familiar dizziness sweep over her consciousness, and the slowly sliding body was gently caught by a warm embrace.
When Murong Shuqing woke up again, she only felt in a trance that a pair of warm hands were gently caressing her face. With all his strength, Murong Shuqing opened his eyes with difficulty, a vague figure sat beside her, dimly felt a pair of hot eyes staring at her, finally, the shadow in front of him slowly became clear, Murong Shuqing But because he saw the person in front of him, he exclaimed: "It's you."
How could it be him
In the flickering candlelight, the person who appeared in front of him was Xian Yi with a handsome smile but sharp eyes. No, it should be said that the current emperor - Xuan Tiancheng. However, how could he appear here, even in the city of slander, which is also thousands of miles away from the capital, even if it is fast, it will take two days, can he leave the palace for so long privately
Murong Shuqing's face full of astonishment and frowning frequently made Xuan Tiancheng's joyful mood because of her waking up to the bottom in an instant. Retracting the hand that caressed her cheek, Xuan Tiancheng looked into Murong Shuqing's slightly startled eyes, and said in a low voice, "You, really don't want to see me?"
I really don't want to. Being rescued by Xuan Tiancheng, I really don't know if it counts as leaving the tiger's den and entering the wolf's den. Not knowing how to answer, Murong Shuqing was speechless.
From her expression, he already knew her answer, Xuan Tiancheng's eyes darkened, his voice that was supposed to be clear and smooth also hardened, with a faint irony on his handsome face, "What should I call you? "
As if Murong Shuqing didn't need an answer, Xuan Tiancheng continued: "Miss Murong? Miss Qin? Or—the general's wife!" The last words were gnashing of teeth. She even played tricks on him like this, knowing his intentions for her, and forcing him to decree marriage.
Murong Shuqing's originally uneasy heart was comforted a little. It seemed that Xuan Tiancheng had already ordered, and her marriage with Xuanyuan Yi should have been announced to the world. Murong Shuqing sat up slowly, and glanced at Xuan Tiancheng without a trace, but accidentally met the eyes that he had never left her.
He is worthy of being a king, he doesn't need to be furious, just staring deeply like this, already makes people feel at a loss and can only follow his will.
Murong Shuqing averted his eyes. Unable to see his thoughts, Murong Shuqing could only reply perfunctorily: "Whatever."
Xuan Tiancheng suddenly held Murong Shuqing's face in his hands, preventing her from turning even the slightest bit. When the eyes of the two met again, Xuan Tiancheng asked thoughtlessly, "Why?"
His palms were hot, as if they would burn someone. Murong Shuqing wanted to step back, but Xuan Tiancheng wouldn't let go. It seemed that he would never let go if she didn't give him an answer. After a few days of ups and downs, Murong Shuqing couldn't rest well at all, and she was in a bad mood. Xuan Tiancheng's aggressiveness made her feel very tired, so she didn't hide or dodge, and said coldly, "Are you asking for guilt? I don't remember anything between myself and the emperor for you to question."
Her indifference caused Xuan Tiancheng's hand to tremble slightly, but soon, the anger in his heart that could not be resolved made him growl: "No? Do you think that I have ordered you to escape from me forever?"
Is this the so-called royal aura, the might of a king? Murong Shuqing sneered in his heart, as long as he likes it, he will not allow others to say no, right? Murong Shuqing pushed Xuan Tiancheng's hand away, and said coldly, "Between you and me, there is no problem of escape at all. You and I have neither a marriage contract nor a life-long agreement with each other. Two unrelated people."
"It has nothing to do with... I have nothing to do with it. You and Xuanyuan Yi are in love with each other, and they will be in love for life, but they have nothing to do with me?" Obviously, Murong Shuqing's "irrelevant" completely angered Xuan Tiancheng. With all his strength, he pressed Murong Shuqing under his body, his hands tightly clasping Murong Shuqing's ten fingers, his face was almost against hers, and there was no space between the two bodies.
His sudden action startled Murong Shuqing, is this the modest gentleman she used to know, the arrogant Xian Yi? Or is this what a king of a country really looks like
Murong Shuqing's pale face pleased Xuan Tiancheng, only to see him slowly move his lips to Murong Shuqing's ear, chuckle and seduce: "So, is it related?"
He doesn't mean to—
The bodies of the two were close to each other, and they seemed to be able to feel each other's breathing. Xuan Tiancheng's powerful and fast heartbeat fell on Murong Shuqing's heart. She secretly adjusted her breathing, tried to calm down, and said, "Your Majesty, are you planning to rob a courtier's wife?" I hope he still has reason and remembers that he is an emperor. Since ancient times, it is not that it has not happened that the ruler occupies his wife, but as a wise ruler, he will never allow himself to do so.
She used the courtesy of a monarch to press him? Xuan Tiancheng's originally slightly happy face was clouded by Murong Shuqing's words. Soon, the corners of Xuan Tiancheng's mouth lifted slightly again, and the hand he held Murong Shuqing gradually increased, he pressed his lips to Murong Shuqing's ear, and whispered like a love story: "If, you are If you’re someone you’ve already met, will Xuanyuan Yi still want you?”
Xuan Tiancheng's provocative words were in her ears, and her hands were also held in pain. Did he make up his mind to get her? Although Murong Shuqing didn't think her body was extremely precious, she didn't want to give her body to someone she didn't love, and she was forced to do so.
Murong Shuqing relaxed the struggling hand and took a few deep breaths, ignoring Xuan Tiancheng's small kiss on her ear, Murong Shuqing said calmly and firmly: "If you really do this today, it doesn't matter if he wants it or not. I, I, don't want you."
Xuan Tiancheng propped up his body and said angrily, "You?!" What he saw was a pair of pure and distant eyes. Suddenly, Xuan Tiancheng laughed loudly. In his laughter, there was self-deprecation, sighing, and sadness. After a long time, as if he was tired of laughing, Xuan Tiancheng rested his head on Murong Shuqing's shoulder and sighed, "I, do you really hate me so much?"
This sigh made Murong Shuqing's heart flutter slightly. She always felt that the emperor was the most pitiful person in the world. They were asked to abandon their brotherly love and let go of their deep-rooted love. At the same time, no one dared to form a relationship with them. Friendship, if you want to be a fool, that's all, if not, then they are doomed to work for this country all their lives.
Murong Shuqing didn't push him away from his completely non-aggressive snuggle, and replied in a low voice, "I don't hate you, there are too many impossibility between you and me. You have to be responsible for the people of the world, and you have to serve the entire royal family. In charge, you have to control thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and you have to hold a million troops, and I only need a pool of clear water, a bamboo forest, a wooden house, and a returnee." Even with how much emotion and sympathy she had for a king, she still Don't let yourself get caught up in it.
Xuan Tiancheng sat up slowly, his eyes were full of sincerity and assurance, but his tone was much calmer. He said softly, "I can also give you a clear spring bamboo forest, a good man in a wooden house." As long as she wanted, he He could do his best to give her, but it was the first time he felt so powerless. It seemed that what he could give was never what she wanted.
Murong Shuqing raised a clear smile, shook his head lightly, and said with a smile: "In the palace? Your palace has everything, but there are only two things I need - freedom and dignity."
"Freedom and dignity?" She felt that there was no freedom in the palace. He could understand that. Sometimes, he himself felt that the palace was like a big cage. But with dignity, he can even make her the most honorable woman in the world, why is there no dignity
Murong Shuqing saw the doubt on his face. As an emperor, perhaps, he never knew what true dignity is. "Do you think dignity is a noble identity? The power that makes people bow their heads? The qualification to take people's lives at will? Or endless wealth? Perhaps, these are all things you can give, but dignity is never given by others."