"You entered my study that night," Xie Yun's voice came from behind, like hard ice cubes colliding in cold water, and asked, "What did you want to search for?"
The figure not far away froze for a moment, then quietly stepped back half a step, hiding in a blind spot that was not easy to find.
"Are you going to kill me to silence me, Master?" Shan Chao said calmly, "Then you have to be ruthless, otherwise it will be bad if I don't die."
Xie Yun kicked Shan Chao so hard that he staggered forward, and then stabbed with his sword! Shan Chao's keen fighting intuition honed on the battlefield for many years saved him, and he barely avoided it at a critical moment. His steps were hasty but exquisite.
Generals are not the commanders of the forbidden army, and they are not allowed to carry weapons when entering and leaving the palace. Right now, fighting will suffer a great loss. But how could Xie Yun have his weapon taken away by him? Immediately change his tactics and force him back.
Unexpectedly, Shan Chao fought quite fiercely, facing such a heavy pressure, he did not retreat but advanced, and moved closer to Xie Yun, grabbing his throat with one hand, and reaching for the hilt of Tai'a sword with the other. Xie Yun immediately said angrily: "I don't know how to live or die!" Immediately afterwards, the sword raised up to meet - ordinary people have already dodged repeatedly in order to protect themselves, but Shan Chao rushed forward with a posture of losing both sides, and saw Tai'a Jian Like a poisonous snake spit out a letter, Xue Guang hit his chest hard!
At that moment, Shan Chao stopped suddenly.
Xie Yun's eyes twitched - it was too late to stop at this moment, he pulled the sword flower heavily almost in a bit of embarrassment, and stopped the offensive just before the blood splashed on the spot.
"Master..."
Xie Yun kicked his chest hard, "Plop!" kicked Shan Chao to the ground, and then Tai'a Jianfeng pointed at his throat.
"If you want to die, jump into Xuanwu Lake!" Xie Yun said sharply, "If you make a mistake and ask others to kill you, get out! Don't even think about entering my house again!"
He turned around and was about to leave, but Shan Chao sat up and grabbed his hand: "Wait, Xie Yun!"
Shan Chao took out something from the front of his shirt, which was hanging by a gold thread, a small glass bottle filled with dried white flowers.
"You're getting married, and I don't have anything to give you. I found this kind of flower in the desert where the horse thieves attacked and beheaded the leader of the horse thieves. I thought maybe you like it."
Shan Chao held Xie Yun with one hand and the gold thread with the other. The glass bottle swayed slightly, reflecting his sad yet smiling face.
"That year you took me to the market and saw someone selling fresh flower strings. I wanted to buy them but left. At that time we had no money, and after so many years in the desert, it was already very difficult to maintain daily salt and water. , not to mention that you still have to buy pens and paper to teach me how to read."
"When I got home that night, I kept thinking about getting you two flowers, but when I went to the market the next morning, the flower seller had already left. I just thought, where can I pick this white flower in the desert? Woolen cloth?"
"I searched all the way down the Kherlen River. I rode my horse for more than an hour. I didn't find this kind of small flowers in a crevice of rocks by the river until the sun had risen completely. I picked them off and tied them into Skewers, send them home before they wither due to high temperature and dehydration, but when I entered the house, I saw you standing in the yard... "
Shan Chao flicked the golden thread. Although the past was bloody and tragic, there were long and distant memories in his eyes: "The rest is like a dream. No matter how I recall it, I can't remember all the details."
Xie Yun narrowed his sharp eyes, and said coldly for a while: "Sometimes it is a kind of luck to forget, and it is only courting death to rush to find the truth."
"But those things that are forgotten are evidence of a person's existence, aren't they?"
The two of them looked at each other, one tall and the other low. Their faces were reflected on the bright and slender swords, as well as the gray sky of Chang'an in the deep winter.
After a long while, Xie Yun snorted softly in his nasal cavity, broke free from Shan Chao's tightly holding his hand, lowered his head slightly, stared at the man's young and deep eyes at close range, and said in a low voice: "If you rely on your own ability to make a fortune, The sky is rising, and one day in the future I will be forced to tell the truth and the whole story in exchange for a chance to survive, of course it is your ability. But everything you have done before that is courting death, but it is the difference between early death and late death."
He put his sword back into its sheath and stepped back half a step.
But this time before he could go back, Shan Chao stood up suddenly, grabbed his shoulders and hugged him tightly!
"I... I know, Master, I know that you have always protected me." Regardless of resistance, he pressed close to Xie Yun's ear, his voice slightly unsteady and extremely hoarse: "I can't remember many things, but some Stuff I've always known…”
Xie Yun raised his hand and grabbed his muscular arm like an electric shock, trying to push him away, but froze before he could utter an angry reprimand.
"Over the past eight years, many times when I was dying in the field, you were on my mind. I wondered what would happen to you if I died outside, would you cry? Would you at least feel sorry for me? A little sad?"
Shan Chao's Adam's apple slipped, and he took a breath of sour hot air. The air brought by his breath brushed past Xie Yun's ear, in a trance, like a warm and hazy kiss.
"Now I have finally found the answer to this question. Even if I seek death again, you will protect me, just like at the gate of Ci'en Temple back then, like those firearms sent to the Northwest for food and wages..."
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Behind the stone pillar on the other side of the flower pond, Yang Miaorong tightly covered her mouth with one hand, her face was pale from excessive shock.
The draft roared from the corridor, causing her to recover from a shudder in an instant. She subconsciously raised her foot that had been numb for a long time, and took a few steps back, almost forcing herself to look away from the figures of Shan Chao and Xie Yun not far away, turned around and walked away in a hurry.
How could this be
What the hell are they... what the hell are they doing
With such a long distance, she couldn't actually hear the specific content of the conversation, but she could see Shan Chao's movements clearly. When Shan Chao took out the small glass bottle from his arms, the doubts that had been suppressed in his heart that day finally emerged again: What kind of relationship did a man who returned from the battle bring it with him from thousands of miles away? Flowers, put them in the gold and silver treasures and send them to Xie Mansion
Throw me a peach, repay it with Qiongyao, the bandit repays it, and it will always be good.
—That is not the apprentice's respect for the master at all, nor is it even the military commander's flattery to the powerful minister who has just returned to the capital, it is clearly a courtship!
Yang Miaorong's mind was buzzing, and she didn't notice the direction of her feet at all, and she didn't even notice that she had stepped out of the Tai Chi Palace. While she was in a trance, she bumped into something head-on, and subconsciously let out a low cry, only to hear a very familiar voice from the front: "Ms. Yang? Why are you here?"
The surprise in that voice couldn't be hidden, Yang Miaorong raised her head, and it took a while to realize: "Mother...His Royal Highness."
"Why isn't Miss Yang at the Taiji Palace banquet?" The prince immediately supported her and saluted her, his surprise turned into worry: "What's wrong with you, you look so pale?"
Yang Miaorong was in a state of confusion, she just shook her head and couldn't speak, the crown prince became anxious when he saw it: "Is there something wrong? Come on! Go and get the imperial doctor—"
"Your Highness, there is no need to be in a hurry." Yang Miaorong came back to her senses and stopped immediately: "I was just...just relaxing and colliding with Yujia unintentionally. Please forgive me, Your Highness."
She looked at the concerned prince, her heart was pounding for some reason, and a certain nerve in the depths of her brain suddenly relaxed and tensed, which made her feel restless.
This feeling is completely different from the panic and bewilderment just now. Yang Miaorong couldn't judge whether it was the collapse after the shock or something else. She just felt that the scene in front of her was faint for a while, and her five senses couldn't be realized as if she was in the clouds. The only thing that is clear is the sense of smell.
It seemed that there was a kind of eerie fragrance permeating the air, illusory but appearing and disappearing from time to time, and soon filled her throat from the nasal cavity.
"Did Miss Yang drink two more cups, or did she get bored at the table?" The prince helped Yang Miaorong to the stone chair in the garden, ordered the attendants to get the velvet cushions, and took hot tea with his own hands. Come: "It's cold, girl, please drink some hot water to warm up your body, don't freeze."
Yang Miaorong smiled reluctantly, but felt her chest tightened for a while, and took a deep breath to relieve it, but the ubiquitous weird fragrance in the air seemed to become more intense.
In order to suppress the feeling of nausea, she took a few sips of tea, but unexpectedly the water was also contaminated with that smell, which made her almost spit it out.
"What's wrong with Ms. Yang?" The prince finally discovered the abnormality.
"... Your Highness, have you ever smelled anything?"
The prince shook his head blankly.
It should be an illusion caused by panic, Yang Miaorong thought so, managed to cope with the prince's repeated inquiries, and then lowered her head and took a sip of hot water.
"...Since we met in Meiyuan that day, I have been thinking about Miss Yang's words all the time, with mixed feelings in my heart, and I have benefited a lot..."
The prince's voice was indistinct as if across the water. Yang Miaorong looked down at the hot air rising from the teacup, her breathing was shallow and rapid, her chest rose and fell slightly, and suddenly she only heard the prince ask: "... What do you think, Miss?"
"what?"
"I said that day the girl told me that all the country and society were handed over to me... Miss Yang?"
Yang Miaorong stood up almost in a panic, and said with a smile: "Please forgive me, Your Highness, let's go for a walk, how about it?"
The prince naturally allowed everything, and even a little secretly pleased, hurriedly ordered the two or three attendants he brought to retreat far away, and walked slowly on the cobblestone path side by side with Yang Miaorong.
Although Yang Miaorong was preoccupied, the prince felt that every step in this short moment was so precious, and he was full of excitement, unforgettable, anticipation and loss alternately, which made him want to speak several times, but hesitated to swallow it back.
It seems a pity not to say anything during such a rare time alone. After struggling for a full cup of tea, the prince finally coughed and asked tentatively: "It's rare to see Miss Yang enter the palace recently. What are you busy with?"
——Yang Miaorong really wanted to cover her mouth and nose to block the ubiquitous aroma of gangrene, but she couldn't do such a disrespectful thing in front of the prince, so she had to reply hastily: "The wedding is just around the corner, so I am busy preparing every day, Please forgive me, Your Highness."
The prince's expression dimmed: "... ah, yes."
After a pause, he asked casually, "Why don't you see Commander Xie? Are you still at the banquet?"
As soon as Yang Miaorong opened her mouth, an inexplicable anger surged from the bottom of her heart. It was so fast that she could hardly control it, and her skin seemed to tingle slightly: "... I don't know!"
The prince wondered, "What?"
Yang Miaorong opened her mouth, a strange, uncontrollable anger mixed with an absurd and weird aroma, swept all the way from her extremely tight chest to her limbs and bones, her voice had become hoarse and unrecognizable to both of them: "Your Highness Do you know what is the relationship between Commander Xie and General Zhongwu Shan Chao?"
She shouldn't have asked, Yang Miaorong knew it in her heart, but there was an extremely violent and uncontrollable force rising from the nerve endings, and she asked this question by accident.
Her hand holding the teacup trembled slightly, her fingertips were already purple, and extremely tiny cracks suddenly burst out on the ceramic.
"General Shan," the crown prince sighed without doubting him, "General Shan is an upright person, but he cares too much about old feelings. He spent a period of time in the Beiya imperial army, so he has always been special. I respect Commander Xie, but - Commander Xie is very concerned about the fact that General Shan asked himself to defend the border, and he often retaliates in private... "
"Is that all?"
Yang Miaorong's voice was cold and sharp, totally different from usual, the prince couldn't help but frowned and looked at her: "That's true—what's wrong with you, girl?"
Yang Miaorong took a step forward, her expression almost aggressive: "Is it really just this kind of relationship?!"
The prince's pupils suddenly constricted.
The next moment, the prince backed away in panic, almost biting his tongue because of the sudden shock: "Yang, Miss Yang?! Wait! Stop! Come, come!"
The attendants heard something was wrong, so they rushed over quickly, and immediately froze on the spot.
I saw Yang Miaorong let go of her hand, and the teacup fell to the ground and shattered; she tightly covered her chest with one hand, panting violently, and a large piece of terrible tattoos gradually emerged from her shoulders and neck.
- With a beard on the mouth, a pearl on the chin, and reverse scales on the throat, it is indeed a dragon.
Yang Miaorong finally opened the seal for the first time in her life in the hideous and deadly fragrance.