Overnight, Chang'an was full of troops and horses, but not all of the 50,000 elite soldiers actually entered the capital. Most of them were stationed near the capital to guard the guards. .
The officials of the Manchu Dynasty looked at them, and there were those who hated, those who were uneasy, and those who were excited, as if they could clearly see a string on the top of their head being tightened little by little, and it was about to burst.
"With Zhou Yi guarding, there can't be any trouble around Chang'an. Others in the court are of little use and don't need to care. The only thing to pay more attention to is the Yulin army at Jianzhang Palace," Chu Mingyun looked at the bunk on the table. Opened the map, and clicked on one of them. "The Yulin Army is the emperor's guards and guards. It is directly dispatched by Li Yanzhen. It may be our biggest obstacle."
"Understood," Qin Zhao said, "I will send someone over to watch."
Chu Mingyun nodded, Qin Zhao looked at him, and said again: "Senior brother, people from the Su family have come several times to see Su Shiyu."
"Isn't it all blocked back?" Chu Mingyun said indifferently.
Qin Zhao hesitated, "Yes, but this is not the way."
Chu Mingyun raised his eyebrows slightly, but did not respond.
In this quiet space, the two shadow guards knocked on the door and entered, looked at each other, and said in a low voice, "Lord, Master Su is awake."
"Wake up?" Chu Mingyun was stunned for a moment, "... It's only been two days." Before he finished speaking, he calmed down again, "Why, didn't he scold me?"
"Master Su only said that he was waiting for you in another courtyard."
"Yeah." Chu Mingyun got up and walked out the door, Qin Zhao couldn't help but followed a step, "Senior brother, are you just going there?"
Chu Mingyun stopped slowly, and suddenly said, "I was thinking... what will he say and do when he waits for me to pass by. Maybe he slept and thought about it, maybe he was waiting to scold me, maybe he would say something again. Persuade me a few words..." He raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows, silent for a moment, and smiled softly, "... It's not like, is it going to kill me?"
Qin Zhao was speechless. Seeing that he stepped out of the study door and subconsciously wanted to catch up, he hesitated again, and instead ordered the two shadow guards to follow.
Chu Mingyun saw him as soon as he stepped into the other courtyard.
Su Shiyu stood sideways, holding a wine glass in his hand. He raised his head slightly and stared at the pear blossoms in a trance, but two days later, the flowers were already full of branches and stacked like snow. On the stone table under the tree, there is a good jade pot prepared by a maid. The scene is very similar to the previous one, but this time it is not him who is waiting, and Su Shiyu's face is indifferent, showing no emotion, like a flawless mask.
Before Chu Mingyun approached, a mass of white attacked, and he suddenly raised his hand and cut it to his eyes. The liquid in the white jade wine cup rippled several times, but no drop was spilled. Chu Mingyun raised his eyes to look at Su Shiyu, the other party's attitude was still the same, and he didn't look at him. If it wasn't for the fact that there was nothing in his hand, it would almost make people mistakenly think that he was still in his thoughts and didn't realize his approach.
"Heh." Chu Mingyun laughed inexplicably, the wine cup turned around his fingertips, then raised his glass and drank it, he threw the wine glass on the ground, and smashed it to pieces, "This thing can be It can't hurt me." His eyes sank, and he pulled out the shadow guard's sword behind him and threw it, "You have to use this."
Before he finished speaking, the long sword pierced the air with a shrill whistle, and the cold light pierced into his eyes, and he couldn't even see how Su Shiyu was approaching.
Chu Mingyun leaned back to avoid the horizontal sword. The sword edge brushed off a few strands of raised hair in front of him. He reached behind him and pulled out another shadow guard's sword. The next blow to the face, but in an instant.
"Do you really want to kill me?" he asked in a low voice, looking into Su Shiyu's eyes through the two dead swords, not even a trace of emotion could be seen, the dark jade-like pupils were more like what he saw during the expedition The desert snow that has passed, sparsely becomes the most extreme empty.
Su Shiyu didn't answer, and suddenly stepped back a few steps and stabbed again. The strength of Chu Mingyun's hand suddenly failed, and the three-foot Qingfeng swept away fiercely all over his body, and rolled the pear flowers all over the ground.
"My lord!" The Shadow Guard couldn't help but take a step forward and was repelled by a cold "get out of the way".
The robes fluttered unsteadily, the sword light was dazzling, and the sword qi soared, causing the pear tree to tremble and the flowers to fall.
Chu Mingyun has not met an opponent who is enough to fight for many years, but he never expected that this person would be Su Shiyu.
The style of the four generations of the Su family's generals is vividly displayed at this moment, but Su Shiyu's sword is completely different from his, the moves are fast, and the sword is extremely dangerous.
It's no wonder that even when they are together, Su Shiyu is rarely seen. Chu Mingyun once thought that he was deliberately covering up, but it was not until the moment of the fight that he realized that this was a habit he had already formed: approaching the opponent regardless of his own safety, and never shooting until he was sure that he could kill with one hit. Fighting for who is faster in the line of sword, light, sword and shadow is simply a gamble.
If you are not careful, you will surely die.
And since it is a gamble, who can ensure that it is foolproof every time
- "It's my turn, it's the question just now, why didn't your father let you do it?"
- "Probably... I don't like my killing style."
But he is clearly from a prominent background, a son of an aristocratic family, with infinite glory, why does he have such a habitual style
He once gave up everything, put himself under the blade, and let the vital points of his body be exposed, just to take whose life in an instant
All kinds of thoughts flashed out in a flash, and Chu Mingyun was only concerned about his distress.
The long sword slanted, the two swords were in the wrong direction, the cold blades made a harsh sound, and the sparks splashed slightly. Chu Mingyun and Su Shiyu flashed past each other.
In an instant, countless moves were fiercely opposed, and the sound of sword strikes and the sound of tearing the air continued, and in an instant it became a silent stalemate.
The east wind blew its petals, and the pear blossoms fell like snow, falling on Ru Bai's shoulders.
There is a sword between them. Chu Mingyun's sword edge was in front of Su Shiyu's throat, Su Shiyu's sword edge touched Chu Mingyun's heart, and no one moved for a while.
Chu Mingyun suddenly raised the corners of his lips slowly. He folded his wrist and turned in a direction. He brushed the fallen flowers off Su Shiyu's shoulders with the sword, and immediately took a step forward without waiting for the other party's reaction. .
Su Shiyu hurriedly withdrew his hand and withdrew his sword. The blood he brought out spilled on the ground, red blood and white flowers, and his mask-like face finally cracked.
Chu Mingyun groaned while covering the wound, the blood on his face faded in an instant, cold sweat rolled down his wet eyelashes, but he still looked at Su Shiyu with a smile, "Are you relieved?" When he started again, he took a deep breath and steadied his breath, and continued: "Then listen to me."
"How long do you think you can support Li Yanzhen?" Chu Mingyun said, "He is weak and incompetent and doesn't understand anything, but can't you see the situation?"
"People in the world say you are loyal, but what are you loyal to? Is it the world or his Li family? Has he not learned to grow up after so many years? He is full of painting and carving, and only knows pleasure. This useless thing is what you want. The king you want?" His voice became heavier and he almost asked, "Su Shiyu, if you really think that Li Yanzhen is sitting in that position, how can you be a powerful minister for so many years?"
Su Shiyu didn't respond in silence, just watching Chu Mingyun's chest was flushed red, blood was seeping continuously, and it fell to the ground drop by drop through his fingers.
"What is treason? Didn't his Great Xia ancestor also rise up in the past, so what if he did the opposite, the time has come, it is destiny to change the dynasty, what's wrong with changing the owner of the country, what's wrong with me? It's exhausted, and there are others besides me. If others come to fight, why can't I win the world?" He said sharply, but his face was as pale as paper, and his hands were sticky and bloody.
Su Shiyu was speechless for a long time, and finally spoke, his voice slightly hoarse, "When are you going to let me go?"
"Wait until I ascend to the throne." Chu Mingyun touched the bleeding wound with a slight movement of his fingertips, and his mind suddenly changed, and he said again, "Or, you can leave now."
Su Shiyu took a step back in silence, took another step back, and after a while, put the long sword on the stone table, turned and left.
Chu Mingyun pressed his injured finger inch by inch to intensify his strength. He stared at Su Shiyu's retreating back without blinking. A gust of wind suddenly swept through, and the trees and snow fell one after another, fascinated people's eyes, confused their vision, and then blinked the figure and disappeared.
He almost stumbled to his knees in a flash, but fortunately he inserted his sword into the ground in time and barely stabilized. The stench in his throat was surging, Chu Mingyun pulled the corners of his lips and wanted to laugh, but when he opened his mouth, he coughed out a mouthful of blood, causing his head to ache. A shadow guard rushed up to hold him carefully, he let go of the sword he was holding, raised his hand to wipe the blood on his lips, his voice was low like he was muttering to himself, and he said with a slight smile: "… If you let you go, you really go. ."
The wound suddenly hurt badly.
As soon as Chu Mingyun was helped back into the house, Qin Zhao and Du Yue rushed over after him. They were stunned when they saw his appearance, and no one said anything with a rare wink.
Silence spread with the bitter fragrance of the medicine. Du Yue applied the medicine and wrapped the bandages, took a few steps back and looked at it and nodded, then walked to the side to wash his hands, and finally opened his mouth: "Fortunately, this injury is not too deep, otherwise you My life is really on the line. Hey, don't mess around with lying down for a few days, and take care of yourself for a while, and you'll be almost better."
The maid stepped forward to remove the blood-soaked jinpa and water basin, Chu Mingyun sat on the couch, looked down at her injury, and did not answer.
Du Yue stared at him for a moment, and couldn't help but ask, "You... Was it really my cousin who stabbed him?"
"No," Chu Mingyun took the clean clothes on the side and put it on his body, "I hit it myself."
Qin Zhao's eyes twitched slightly, and Du Yue was stunned for a while, before he said, "I think... my cousin is not that cruel, maybe he doesn't feel well, he... don't blame him either. …”
"I don't blame him." Chu Mingyun said.
At this point, Du Yue had nothing to say, so he closed his mouth and sat to the side with a tangled face. The atmosphere was quiet and dull, except for Chu Mingyun's rustling of clothes. Rao was Qin Zhao's temperament, too, so he asked a topic aloud, "By the way, brother, Su Shiyu's martial arts are very strong?"
"If he doesn't have reservations, I should be better than him."
Qin Zhao subconsciously asked: "But the shadow guard said he saw you two were tied?"
Chu Mingyun raised his eyes and glanced at him, and said without a tone: "Because every move he makes points to me, and I have to take care not to let the sword really hurt him."
Qin Zhao knew that he had asked the wrong question and stopped speaking. Chu Mingyun turned out to be the calmest of the three, he took off the blood-stained robe, "But I always feel that his gesture of holding the sword seems..." Something brushed his fingers and slipped from his sleeve to the side. On the couch, there were a few crunching sounds of jade stones hitting each other.
Du Yue immediately exclaimed, "Hey, why is this jade pendant still there, didn't you throw it away long ago?!" He was a little flustered, "It... Did it touch it when I started? Hey, hey you... It's broken. ah..."
The fine white jade with carved patterns was broken into several pieces and placed on the couch, still warm and flowing. Chu Mingyun stared straight at it, as if he couldn't hear anything. Du Yue called out several times before he closed his eyes, and finally showed deep irritability, "I'm not blind yet."