Zhan Beiye stood silently.
His brows were sunk in the shadow of the torch, and he could only see the calm outline as before, but his eyes still shone brightly in the blurry blackness.
His eyes fell on Ya Lanzhu who was crying on the ground, her thin back was curled up, like a young bird that had lost its protective wings, struggling and shivering in the harsh wind of the world.
This is not Yalanzhu.
This was not the Yalanzhu he knew.
The one he knew was bright and colorful, brandishing a small waist knife and chasing him all over the world, he scolded, he ran, he glared at him and sneered at him, she just shook her pigtails, smiled nonchalantly and still flaunted.
She said: Hey, I see you.
She said: If you want to do it, be the first one, the only one.
She said: I just look at you, the rest are crooked melons and cracked dates.
So straightforward and bright, approaching like a raging fire, not afraid of him seeing it, not afraid of everyone seeing it.
Even every time she appeared in front of him, she was neat, gorgeous, and bright, and she became happier and newer every time.
He doesn't know the evaluations of the world, the suffering of the world of mortals.
It is only today that I realize that the cracks in her heart are deep, and there are bright and unhealed bloody mouths, which bleed all the time in no one's place.
It's him who has a rough heart, Ya Lanzhu is not him, a man is born with the instinct to resist suffering, she is a woman, born with heavy worldly pressure, years of chasing her has already exhausted all her energy.
What's more, there was a deeper and heavier real blow, he fell in love with Fuyao.
If it is said that in the despair of chasing, there is still a glimmer of hope for the dawn of the distant future, then his eyes are tied to Fuyao, which is the death of fate that truly snuffs out her last hope.
The pain of bereavement and the control of her thoughts instantly shattered the last persistence that was on the verge of collapse. She murmured and cried before the world in an unconscious state, and finally dumped all her regret, despair, loss and grief.
Zhan Beiye closed his eyes.
The corners of the eyes were slightly wet, reflecting a faint watery light.
Whose heart is silently constricting in the silence? There were blunt and painful muffled sounds like beating drums, and the pain hidden in the depths of my heart surged quietly, tightened, and convulsed in such vibrations.
He is in pain.
But I can't tell who is in pain? Ya Lanzhu's, or his? Such helpless and desolate feelings are mixed together, and the sour and astringent rushes up and floods the throat, like a piece of blood that will never go away.
Ya Lanzhu's pain, isn't it his pain
He and Ya Lanzhu are actually the same, hopeless pursuers who are addicted to the pain of love.
In the pursuit of publicity, in the publicity, one can appreciate the sadness of distance.
Just like this moment.
Meng Fuyao, you look at me—Meng Fuyao, you don't have to look at me.
We are all selfish people in the world, loving what we love, heading in our own direction, and ignoring the scenery we pass along the way.
There is no going back.
If you turn around easily, then she is not her, you are not you, and I am not me.
Love has never been a charity.
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As soon as Meng Fuyao turned her gaze to Zhan Beiye, she knew she was wrong.
At this moment, she herself reacted subconsciously, but it was another layer of harm to Zhan Beiye.
What is she looking for? Can she beg Zhan Beiye to accept Zhuzhu? Zhuzhu would not want it, and Zhan Beiye would not accept it.
The moment she met Zhan Beiye's dark and heavy ebony eyes and read his inner thoughts, she knew his choice.
He will stand up against the storm for Zhuzhu, he will wipe out the enemies for Zhuzhu, he will treat her as a relative and friend for the rest of his life, but he will not take her into his arms and bind up her wound with his own hands.
There is a kind of emotion that has nothing to do with love, and there is a kind of love that is irreplaceable.
She is in pain because of him, and he is in pain because of the other her. There are nine chains of love, intertwined, and it is incomprehensible to be in it.
And she is destined to stir up dust and hurt innocent people.
Meng Fuyao lowered his eyes, clenched his fingers, took a step back, and in the heavy helplessness and pain, he could only remain silent.
So what about the Seven Kingdoms? In front of God's will, he was ruthlessly teased.
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Ya Lanzhu's cry has gradually dropped.
The depression that had settled in her heart for many years broke out in an instant, and she was broken and empty.
Consciousness is left with only the last hold, trembling in the summer night wind, like a fragile gossamer, about to break in an instant.
"Mother..." She leaned on the ground and murmured, kowtowing frequently towards the palace gate, "Take me away..."
"Take me away..." she repeated over and over again, gradually calming down as she lost her tears, "... I will always be with you from now on..."
There was gradually a sound of sighing in the square, and people's expressions gradually changed from disdain to deep thought and shock, and some women were already weeping softly.
Even if they didn't agree with that kind of pursuit, people are still moved by the frank, desolate and desperate emotions in the girl's low voice.
Persistence and persistence are the most noble emotions in the world, exuding eternal brilliance, and people can't help but look up and pay respect.
Only Kang Chuan was unmoved. He cast the spell with all his strength, and his mind was under the control of his thoughts. He was also very confident in his own practice, and believed that no one would be able to block his control now.
He wants to get rid of this woman once and for all.
At the moment Ya Lanzhu muttered, he broke into a cold smile, and was about to say the last sentence.
The last sentence of smashing the shattered Yalan Pearl smashed her consciousness into fly ash, which could never be collected again.
He will speak.
Suddenly, a man in long clothes walked towards Ya Lanzhu, put his hand on her shoulder lightly, and helped her up.
He was standing behind Ya Lanzhu, he appeared very naturally, and the movement of supporting her was also very natural, without any abnormalities. The people in the square were still immersed in the shaking emotions, and no one felt that such movements had any meaning. wrong.
Kang Chuan's heart suddenly jumped.
Immediately, he saw the man pat Yalanzhu on the shoulder, and his fingertips shimmered at an angle that no one could see.
Then the man looked up and looked at him.
His long sleeves drooped down on Ya Lanzhu's shoulders, Ya Lanzhu raised his head and turned his eyes to Kang Chu.
It's just that in the blink of an eye, Kang Chuan suddenly noticed that Ya Lanzhu's eyes had changed.
If it was still a bright and transparent crystal just now, it is now a sea illuminated by the sun, condensing the brilliance of the sky and the earth.
The sea floated calmly in front of his eyes, and the sun shone like an eternity.
He was slightly dazed, unable to look in by himself, wanting to wade into the bright and vast dark blue.
But the sea suddenly churned, the wind was blowing on the water, sweeping thousands of waves, one wave was shallow at first and then deep but endlessly rushing towards him, trapping him step by step.
He vaguely felt something was wrong, struggling to turn back, but suddenly there was a slight "buzz" in his mind, like a taut string suddenly breaking.
Immediately he heard Ya Lanzhu ask: "Where are the Faqiang royal families?"
"In..." He opened his mouth to answer, but he felt that he was bounced somewhere, as if a giant hand far away from the sky, grabbed his heart and squeezed it hard, preventing the answer from coming out.
Ya Lanzhu asked again: "What did you do to the Faqiang royal family?"
The idea in his mind clamored loudly, "Answer her, answer her!", but his heart was tightly twisted into a bloody ball, and Kang Chuan was torn apart in such a struggle against each other, with his mouth wide open and breathing urgently, his face turned green and pale. Bai, with cold sweat rolling down his brow, but still unable to speak a word.
The people in the square also reacted at this time, watching the sudden earth-shaking changes in amazement. It was obvious that Princess Ya had been completely charged just now, and the deepest thoughts of her daughter's family were crying out. Seeing that this battle is bound to lose, why did they suddenly change prime ministers? Caught in a state of conscious charge
No one noticed that the man whose sleeves were hanging on Yalanzhu's shoulder frowned slightly, and then Yalanzhu suddenly changed his way of asking.
She asked, "What was the last time you did something wrong with your heart?"
"I... I..." This question that does not touch the soul of the accused made Kang Chuan feel a little more relaxed, and he answered vaguely: "With my sister-in-law..."
There was a loud bang in the square, everyone showed surprise, Ya Lanzhu asked: "What are you doing together?"
"It's about men and women..." Kang Chuan smiled, "The woman I like... sooner or later, it will be mine..."
"Then what are you so sorry for?"
"She killed herself..."
Amid the uproar, Ya Lanzhu sneered and asked again: "What's the happiest thing?"
"With my sister-in-law..."
"What's your favorite thing to do?"
"With my sister-in-law..."
"What's the happiest thing?"
"With my sister-in-law..."
"What's the most annoying thing?"
"Why did Big Brother come back at that hour..."
"What is the most helpless thing?"
"I don't want to kill my nephew and niece..."
The square was already in chaos, and the questions answered in the mind control technique were absolutely true, in other words, rape your in-laws? Kill brother and family? Prime Minister
Ya Lanzhu smiled even colder, and asked again: "How did you practice powerful witchcraft?"
"Practicing boys and girls... I am the foundation of yin and yang dual cultivation..."
"How many virgins were killed?"
"Can not remember… "
Several referees suddenly stood up and strode away—Although Fufeng advocated strange magic and witchcraft over martial arts, he still insisted on the right way in witchcraft practice. The witchcraft practiced by killing people is called "black witch", which has never been allowed Working in the royal court, everyone would hate to kill them quickly, not to mention using boys and girls to practice martial arts, it is the cruelest and most inferior kind of "black witches".
After Kang Chuan said these words, it was impossible for him to stay in Faqiang Royal Court any longer. He didn't realize it, and even showed a leisurely smile on his face—the deep blue sea shining in the sun is really refreshing...
Ya Lanzhu still couldn't relax. Amidst the people's yelling, he went deeper and deeper, and asked the last key question in a tortuous way.
"Among the people you have killed, who has the deepest memory and the most emotional feeling?"
"Queen... the charm of a young lady is still there, and her status is still noble..."
With a bang, the crowd exploded.
"Ah!" Ya Lanzhu screamed and jumped up, jumping over a height of ten feet, her face turned white in an instant, but she was pushed down by the eldest grandson Wuji who had been standing behind her all the time.
He pressed the Yalan Pearl, immediately touched her acupuncture points, and threw it to Zhan Beiye, who subconsciously caught it.
"Die—" Meng Fuyao had already rushed forward.
She was so angry that she was about to burn, and she slammed into it like a black fire, and there was almost a thunderbolt friction sound between her figure and the air in the midair. Changsun Wuji hurriedly called out behind her: "Stay alive—"
Meng Fuyao gritted his teeth in mid-air, knowing that if he made a move at this moment, Kang Chuan, who hadn't woken up from the control of consciousness, would be turned into mud, and he was expected to ask him about the whereabouts of the Qiang royal family.
As soon as she raised her hand, the two balls of fur flew together: "Go! Scratch me! Be ruthless!"
The nine-tailed raccoon has always been flattering, and with a flash of golden light, it actually scratched Kang Chu's face, slammed ten deep grooves, and instantly flowed all over his face like blood splashing ink.
Mr. Yuan Bao rushed over with genuine hatred, raised his claws and kicked with all his strength, and kicked Kang Chuan's left eye with a puff.
Kang Chuan screamed, and a dark green four-legged snake flew out of his sleeve, with sharp teeth and a steel-like tail flicking.
The Nine-Tailed Beaver and Master Yuan Bao turned around in mid-air, their eyes met, and they reached a tacit understanding together, they grabbed the two feet of the four-legged snake with a wave of their claws, and sprinted left and right in the opposite direction.
"hiss-"
Kang Chuan's beast did not even have time to lift its claws, and it really became a "four-horned snake", with four feet on the four corners.
All this happened in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, Kang Chuan's still-clear face had completed his vicissitudes of life. At this moment, Meng Fuyao also fell to the ground amidst his screams, and as soon as he raised his hand, he strangled his neck.
"How do you want to die?" She stared ferociously at the man under her palm, "Happy? Miserable?"
However, Kang Chuan could no longer do this multiple-choice question. He had a look of pity for survival, but his body convulsed silently. There was a "snap".
A large amount of blood foam overflowed from his mouth, mixed with the original blood on his face, and dripped to the ground, his body no longer shrank or bounced, and went soft silently.
he died.
Meng Fuyao stared at this man who died inexplicably but unexpectedly, and felt angry and helpless for a moment. When she made a move, she had already pressed against Kang Chuan's throat and sealed his acupoints. It was impossible for him to take poison or commit suicide. People are obviously still controlled by Fufeng magic such as soul art, and then they are killed and silenced.
Throwing Kang Chuo's body heavily on the ground, Meng Fuyao stood up angrily, but a cloud of suspicion suddenly floated in his heart. Since Kang Chuu had been controlled, even the thought of Changsun Wuji couldn't make him tell the key secret, which shows that the other party The spell is quite powerful, so why didn't the opponent who controlled him save Kang Chuan when he was invaded by the eldest grandson Wuji? Is it lack of ability, or is there another reason
However, Kang Chuan was already dead, he didn't die when he deserved to die, and he died faster than anyone else when he didn't deserve to die.
Meng Fuyao sighed, looking back at the crowd in the square who were agitated but at a loss, looking back at Ya Lanzhu who had acupuncture points in Zhan Beiye's arms, and looking at the pensive eldest grandson Wuji and his cold eyes. Yunhen, thinking about this encounter, originally only wanted to help Zhuzhu enjoy himself and stand up, but in the end, something went wrong, but it was replaced by a heart-wrenching injury.
And in the farther sky, layers of hazy clouds surged in.
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On June 29th of the eighteenth year of Faqiang Tianzheng, Yalanzhu, the youngest princess of Faqiang, challenged the prime minister Kang Chuan in front of the palace gate square, exposing the prime minister's evil deeds of murdering the royal family to control the power, and then controlled the palace ban with the support of all the ministers.
Ya Lanzhu found the Lord of Faqiang in the secret room of the palace. The Lord of Faqiang has been declaring that "retreating and practicing, the dragon's body is not good". surgery. And the rest of the princes and princesses are gone. Ya Lanzhu hunted down the remaining party members of Kang Chuo, replaced Kang Chuo's trusted officials, and readjusted the defense of the palace. After going through this scene, the little princess seems to have escaped from the previous pursuit and will continue to fight for a new life. Much thought was devoted to the royal responsibilities she had been neglecting.
In fact, people who know how to persevere are born with a strong character. When a daughter from a royal family turns her attention from love to politics, she can also exude her unique fortitude.
And the competition and crying in the square also rewashed the unbearable image of the princess who belonged to the "shame of the Qiang" in the hearts of the people of Dafeng City. Well, even the prime minister was controlled to expose his crimes on the spot. Isn't such a princess the honor of being a Qiang
The image of Princess Ya is getting better and better, especially the number of female supporters is growing. They are moved by the obsession with the phrase "One life, one couple" in the square, and they strongly demand that under the leadership of the princess, Fufeng will be transformed into "kicking over the footbath brought by the wife". "Husbands.
On the ninth day of the seventh lunar month, the princes and princesses disappeared because the ruler could not see things. At the request of the ministers, Ya Lanzhu was appointed as regent.
During this period of time, Meng Fuyao stayed by Ya Lanzhu's side all the time, while sharing all the good things from Mizong Valley, while stepping up his practice, the five-color flower and jade picked in Mizong Valley The ointment, the old man Leidong and her are half, this thing is very useful for the bright and fierce real power she has practiced, Meng Fuyao has faintly felt the surge of real energy, and there is another sign that she is about to break through.
The effect was good, so she wanted to share it with her companions, so she sent a copy to Ya Lanzhu, but Ya Lanzhu refused.
"I don't need to practice martial arts anymore." Ya Lanzhu concentrated on looking at the map of Fufeng on the desk, and couldn't help but draw a little bit, "You gave me a lot of alien beast inner alchemy from the Lost Valley, that is very useful to me , I will concentrate on practicing witchcraft in the future."
"Zhuzhu." Meng Fuyao looked at her intently and didn't want to disturb her. However, every time he saw her recently, she looked so busy, and he didn't have a chance to say a few words, so he couldn't bear it today.
"You... seem to be alienating me."
Ya Lanzhu still lowered her head, but the pen in her hand stopped suddenly. After a moment of silence, she put down the pen and signaled the waiting officials to leave.
"How could it be?" She came from behind the desk, hugged Meng Fuyao's shoulder, and smiled apologetically, "I'm just a little busy."
Meng Fuyao stared into her eyes, Pearl's eyes were still bright, but seemed to lack the radiance of indulgence in the past, is this the growth she must experience? In the eyes of the world, this kind of growth is gratifying, but Meng Fuyao feels sad. She misses Zhuzhu who wields a small waist knife and wants to fight Beiye "kill you first", and misses that birthday when she knocked on a wine glass and told her about love And Zhuzhu, who insisted on her point of view, missed the charming and intelligent little princess who hugged her above the golden palace of Tiansha and pretended to sing oboe with her.
The past dies a day before today, and tomorrow is born a day after today.
The joys and sorrows of the past will eventually be buried by time and fate.
Meng Fuyao sighed, and also stretched out her hand to grab Zhuzhu's thinner shoulders. Changsun Wuji told her that the person involved didn't remember the behavior during mind control, which made her feel quite comforted, and felt that it was right for her. Zhuzhu is better—it can vent out the haze in her heart without getting hurt again, but seeing her working so hard, she has some doubts, she really doesn't remember
The woman on the shoulders is a little shorter than herself, leaning gently against her. In summer, her skin feels refreshingly cool. The wind blows through the open window, bringing the flowers of gardenias under the window and water lilies in the lotus pond in the distance. Fragrance.
The wind blowing the paper on the table made a rattling noise, Meng Fuyao glanced over it inadvertently, his eyes jumped.
"You want to be a soldier against burning?"
The ink pen on the map shows that the troops are divided into three groups, and they directly take and burn the largest city on the border.
"Yes." Ya Lanzhu straightened up, "They can attack me, why can't I sneak attack them?"
"Zhuzhu," Meng Fuyao pondered, "Are you really sure that Shaodang is your enemy?"
"Why not?" Ya Lanzhu said, "In the Lost Valley, the Shaodang wizard had the fate card of my Faqiang wizard hanging on his waist. In the process of eliminating dissidents, they quietly installed many cronies who used to be Shaodang, and the technique my father mastered was like a dream Gu that Shaodang was unique in. All the clues point to Shaodang, why should I let it go? them?"
"Zhuzhu, I always feel that things are not that simple." Meng Fuyao frowned, "Think again..."
"There's no time to think twice!" Ya Lanzhu quickly interrupted, "The members of the royal family should be in their hands. If I don't do it, I will fall into a passive position. I will take advantage of the opportunity when they think that I have not established a firm foothold in the regent. It is better than the future. It will be beneficial to wait for them to offer conditions before fighting!"
Meng Fuyao thought that this point of view was correct, but some faint anxiety still made her unable to resist, "Zhuzhu, the country has just encountered a great chaos, and there is Tal watching over it next door, so it's not appropriate to act at this time..."
"Don't stop me!" Ya Lanzhu suddenly yelled.
Meng Fuyao suddenly stopped talking, staring at Ya Lanzhu in a daze.
"Think twice, think twice, it's you, Meng Fuyao, not me!" Ya Lanzhu put her hands on the desk, tightly clutching the map in her palm, the paper was crumpled and wrinkled in her hands, and the black arrow for sending troops Distorted and radiant, like the smoke of gunpowder, her fingers trembling, her voice trembling with excitement, "Your brothers and sisters have not been taken into captivity, your father is not sick and lying in bed unconscious, your mother has not been kidnapped Humiliation and murder have not been repaid, you are successful, you are strong, you are omnipotent, and you respond to everything, how can you understand my anxiety and my suffering!"
She raised her hand and pointed to the compartment behind the study, her face was pale, "Do you know why I have been here all the time? Behind this study is the place where my mother was humiliated and murdered, and my soul lamp is hidden here! Wan Bianjian’s sudden fall was not because she was murdered, but because she controlled me before she died, she didn’t want me to go back to China to face danger, she didn’t want me to take revenge, she decided to let me chase men outside If it weren't for the magic spell to protect me, she might be able to escape from Kang Chuan! What have I given her all these years? How many days have I been with her? If I can't avenge her until now, what am I doing alive?"
Meng Fuyao leaned against the table, his face was almost as pale as hers, and he said for a while: "Zhuzhu, I don't want you not to take revenge, we all remember your revenge..."
"No." Ya Lanzhu rebuffed straight away, "You have already helped me too much. No need!"
Meng Fuyao retreated again, his eyes were dark and moist, and he said with difficulty for a while: "Zhuzhu... do you... hate me?"
Ya Lanzhu was shocked, as if she had woken up from the anger, excitement and confusion in an instant, her eyes were a little dazed for a moment, and she shot fixedly at the opposite wall, and then she suddenly looked back after a long while, grabbed her hair angrily, and muttered Muttered: "... ah... no..."
She stuck her fingers in her hair, grasping nervously, Meng Fuyao raised his hand to caress her, but stopped in mid-air, Ya Lanzhu raised her head, and gave her a smile that was uglier than crying, and lowered her head. Low said: "No... no... I... I'm just too tired..."
She came over quickly, stretched out her arms to hug Meng Fuyao, without saying a word, tears were already dripping down.
Meng Fuyao patted her lightly, and said softly: "Don't push yourself too hard..." Before he finished speaking, a tear fell on the back of his hand.
That cool and moist bleed, wet to the bottom of my heart.
In the vast world, men and women in the world of mortals, those mediocre people who have fallen into the trap, none of them made mistakes, but they embraced each other and shed tears in each other's mistakes.
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Coming out of the study, Meng Fuyao was very preoccupied, he just felt like a big stone was pressing on his heart, he couldn't breathe so heavily, so he wanted to sit in an open place and made a detour to the lotus pond.
There are people fishing by the lotus pond, and they are as graceful as immortals from a distance.
Sitting cross-legged on a thin and transparent viewing stone by the pool, he is more elegant and elegant than that stone. His lavender skirt is scattered in the wind, exuding a noble fragrance like the coolness after snow.
In his hand, the white jade fishing rod and the green silk fishing line are leisurely.
Just no bait and no hook.
Oh no, there are still baits, but they are different, fat and round, with some white hairs.
Mr. Yuan Bao is dangling the fishing line, his tail trembles in front of the waves, and his eyes are looking for fish in the water. It is a pity that this bait is too big and heavy, and the tail hair used as bait is too much. In the past, none of the fish was interested in foraging .
Seeing this pair, Meng Fuyao's first reaction was to walk away.
His eyes were still red, and it would probably be troublesome for his eldest grandson Wuji to see them.
He turned around and left. After walking a few steps, his clothes were caught. Looking back, he saw a fishing line caught in the collar of his back.
The man behind him smiled and said, "What a big fish!"
Meng Fuyao had no choice but to go over, squatting under the stone and asked him: "Who are you trying to catch?"
"You." Changsun Wuji picked her up and placed her in his arms, Meng Fuyao was dissatisfied, Changsun Wuji said: "The stone is only this big, you can squeeze it, I think it's good to squeeze it out and wet your clothes. "
Meng Fuyao knew that this guy could do what he said, and if his heart got dark, he might grab her and throw him into the water in order to see her wet, so he had no choice but to stay still, staring at a water lily in the pool in a daze, for a long while. Sighing, she said, "How nice it is to be a flower, it's much more enjoyable than being a human being."
"Who made you unhappy?" Changsun Wuji pinched her face, pulled left and right to try to pinch out the smile lines, but Meng Fuyao slapped her down, and scolded: "Suspect!"
Changsun Wuji ignored her, hugged her and said leisurely: "I miss your heartless smile, showing two front teeth and two molars..."
Meng Fuyao turned her head and showed him a ferocious smile with four front teeth and six molars.
"When will you not be against me?" Changsun Wuji buried his head on her shoulder, sniffed her fragrance carefully, and felt that it smelled much better than the lotus in the pond, "Oh no, if you don't be against me, you are not Meng Fuyao. "
Meng Fuyao smiled, after all, he was full of thoughts, couldn't help talking to Changsun Wuji about Ya Lanzhu's plan to attack Shaodang, Changsun Wuji listened, and instead of asking about Yalanzhu's deployment, asked directly: "Are you wronged? Zhuzhu got angry with you because of this?"
Meng Fuyao glanced at him, feeling very helpless towards this person's crystal heart and protective heart, so she could only explain: "It's okay, she's under too much pressure, if you say she's still laughing and joking with me at this moment, I don't think it's normal. "
"Fuyao..." Changsun Wuji seemed to be thinking about something, and said with some hesitation for a while, "Let's avoid her a little... I'm always worried..."
"What do you mean?" Meng Fuyao straightened up, her eyebrows were already raised, "You suspect Zhuzhu? How is it possible?"
"If I really doubted her, I would have told you a long time ago." Changsun Wuji was still in deep thought, "It's just that this kind of relationship is not appropriate after all."
"You still doubt her." Meng Fuyao sneered, out of anger, "Changsun Wuji, you really have the noble heart of a noble race, such a detached attitude of looking down on all beings from the clouds, Ya Lanzhu What kind of person? You know it, I know it, you and I know it better, if she pretends, she will never be able to pretend until now, she is already sad enough, why do you doubt it?"
The eldest grandson Wuji remained silent, and said for a while, "Fufeng is weird, he has the ability to control his mind, and the relationship between Princess Ya and you is complicated, so it's hard to guarantee that he won't take advantage of people's loopholes."
"Then, has she been controlled by someone?" Meng Fuyao asked straightforwardly, "Although you don't know witchcraft, your martial arts seem to have the mystical and mystic skills. You should be able to tell if she has any problems. Bar?"
The eldest grandson Wuji was silent for a while, and replied: "No."
"Very good, very good." Meng Fuyao's anger rose, and he pushed him away and left, "His Royal Highness, I know I should appreciate your concern for me, but I never hope that you will show concern for me." Treat yourself as the only one in your life, and thus forget the consideration, sympathy, understanding, and all other ordinary but indispensable emotions that you should have when you are a human being—I hope you will be an ordinary person, not a god in the cloud.”
She raised her leg, pushed away Mr. Yuan Bao who was trying to block the way, and walked away without saying a word, leaving her eldest grandson Wuji silently facing Hechi. After a long while, she slowly wrapped the fishing line around her hand superior.
Those entangled thoughts, circles...
After a long time, he sighed and said:
"Maybe I used to be a god in the clouds..."
"But since I met you, I have become a soul without a destination."
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On July 14th, the eighteenth year of Faqiang Tianzheng, Yalanzhu sent troops to carry out a surprise attack on Shaodang in the neighboring area, trying to defeat Shaodang and take back the hostages. Responding to the three-day battle between Faqiang King's army and Lieyang City on the border, a stalemate was formed. The peace and balance of Fufeng for many years was quickly broken, and the sneak attack turned into a siege on the plains. The flames of war, the sharp light of swords illuminate the vast rivers, mountains and ravines.
After the war situation reached a stalemate, Ya Lanzhu was so anxious that she spent the whole day discussing the military situation with the ministers in the study, with blisters on the corners of her mouth. During the busiest time, she didn't sleep for several days, her eyes were all boiled red, but she never said anything to Meng Fuyao and the others. Asking for help, Zhan Beiye finally couldn't see it, and went straight to the palace study, tore up all the strategies drawn up by the staff, re-drafted the battle strategy, and refitted Xiao Qi who followed him, and sent him to the Faqiang King's Army as a lieutenant.
Meng Fuyao conveniently sent Tie Cheng there, so that this guard who had never fought a war could learn from Xiao Qi. Xiao Qi's hands were itchy after not fighting for a long time, so he didn't care who he helped fight with, and if he had to fight, he would fight. become.
On the seventh day of the eighth month, Xiaoqi feigned defeat under the scorching sun city, which led the burning king army out of the city to pursue him, and led him to the border lake outside the city. There was fog in the lake in autumn night, and the burning king army couldn't tell the direction. Cheng led his troops in, and took everything in his pocket.
Since then, Zhan Beiye was in the center, and Xiaoqi was facing the enemy in front. The situation of the battle took a turn for the worse. Burning was retreating steadily, and his morale was greatly reduced. Ya Lanzhu was finally liberated from the huge pressure, and there was a smile on his face. Meng Fuyao Looking at it, I was relieved. When the two talked about the battle situation, Yalanzhu said very gratefully: "Speaking of it, it is thanks to you, Fuyao. If it is not a coincidence, I know you, and you have affected the surrounding countries. Now this is my battle. I must not dare to fight, not to mention anything else, Xuanji next door, Wuji on the border, and the civil strife among the three clans of Fufeng will definitely take advantage of the vacancy, and now it’s better, I don’t have to worry about it.”
Meng Fuyao laughed and said, "Why am I willing to beat you?" After speaking, his heart suddenly moved. Compared with Dawan, which only borders Faqiang, Wuji Kingdom and Fufeng are truly bordering countries in an all-round way. According to the supreme eldest grandson Wuji, Fufeng at this time is the best opportunity to take advantage of the fire, will he... make a move
Thinking of this, my heart jumps up, the man is alive, awake and in charge of the power of the world, drunk and lying on the lap of a beauty, for the eldest grandson Wuji of the top politician, what reason is there not to have the world in his heart? He is so calm, Zhuzhu's encounter is so heartbreaking, they are all entangled in it and affected by it, only he is still detached and indifferent to make such a suggestion to her, from the perspective of standpoint, it seems that taking action is an inevitable choice.
However, after thinking about it, he felt that it was impossible. If Changsun Wuji was really so realistic and cold, Zhan Beiye and Zong Yue would not be able to succeed to the throne unhindered. He didn't even do anything to his love rivals Zhan Beiye and Zong Yue, let alone treat her even more. Beads with different meanings
Thinking about it like this, I let go of my heart, and couldn't help laughing, how could I think of going here? It's probably because of that guy's suggestion a few days ago, which made me feel a little chilled. Recently, I saw him looking a little distracted, so I doubted it. It's really a blind association. In any case, I just rely on my own understanding of him, even if it's just for She, Wuji will never be like this.
A few days later, it was the fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month. Although it was the reunion festival, several people were afraid of touching Ya Lanzhu's heart, so they never mentioned it. But at night, a court lady came to invite them, saying that Princess Ya would like to invite you all to come to Liushang Pavilion to appreciate the moon.
Arriving at the Liushang Pavilion, the water is flowing and the blue waves are rippling. A crystal lamp is hung in the pavilion, reflecting the moon and clouds in the water, and the light is shining. Yalanzhu smiled and greeted them in front of a table in the pavilion. come out.
Meng Fuyao strode over, looked at the moon in the sky with a smile and said: "Today's moon is really round, not only round, but also beautifully round."
Everyone looked up, and it turned out that the moon was light red, like a crystal coral bead. Ya Lanzhu looked at the moon, but showed a surprised look, and said: "I don't care about this year's moon, it seems that our Fufeng The legendary Rakshasa Moon."
"The Moon of the Rakshasa?" Meng Fuyao quickly snatched a seat and sat down, and pulled Yunhen's eldest grandson Wuji to sit down quickly, just in time to squeeze Zhan Beiye and Ya Lanzhu together, but the two looked at each other Looking at it, Zhan Beiye was sitting sideways, Ya Lanzhu lowered her eyes, no one could see her expression for a moment, and then she raised her eyes again, and began to serve everyone courteously.
Meng Fuyao was a little puzzled now, she had thought that the recent Zhan Beiye was planning military affairs for Ya Lanzhu, and there might be some looseness between the two of them, but now they can't see anything.
Ya Lanzhu answered her question intentionally by diverting her attention: "We have a legend in Fufeng that this kind of moonlight, which is as pink as coral, is the day when Fufeng witchcraft flourishes. On this day, top wizards cast spells, The power of gods and ghosts to evade is infinite."
"Aha, what is the method of infinite power?" Meng Fuyao laughed, "Moving mountains and overturning seas?"
"Do you think it's Taoism?" Yalan rolled her eyes, "The most miraculous event I've ever heard of was thirty years ago, on a Rakshasa full moon night, the Fufeng Witch God and a leader of a foreign race fought in one night. They ordered the other party to exterminate their clan, but the Great Witch God never came back, and some people said that he had already cultivated an immortal body before the martial arts, which means he was promoted to an immortal, and I don’t know if it’s true or not.”
"Sorcerer God..." Meng Fuyao laughed, "What a bold tone."
But Changsun Wuji suddenly asked: "What is the name of this great witch god, and who is the alien race he is fighting with?"
"I forgot." Ya Lanzhu smiled apologetically