Hunjun held Mei Xueyi in his arms and walked quickly down the star-catching platform.
His injured right hand had been bandaged.
She nestled against his chest, her right hand held firmly in front of her body, and a strange little emotion surged in her heart.
The black silk was torn from his underwear, carrying his body temperature and scent. His breath was in direct contact with her wound and stained with her blood, giving it a strange and lingering feeling. Invasion of each other, you have me, I have you.
It seemed like they were even closer than when they were in love.
She looked away uncomfortably, not looking at the hand. Looking down the black jade railing, I saw that the battle in Kyoto was coming to an end. The sporadic resistance of the Jinling people was quickly wiped out. On the large ice field outside the city, the Patriot cavalry was cutting mercilessly like a sharp blade. The infantry formation in Jinling.
Jinling was defeated like a mountain, and the guards were devastated.
"Your Majesty's soldiers are so powerful." Mei Xueyi glanced at the Jinling people who fell like wheat and said, "I hope Qin Ji has good luck and does not die in the chaos."
Wei Jinchao laughed softly and said in a dark way: "She will only be considered lucky if she dies."
"If you die, you won't be able to find out who the adulterer is!" Mei Xueyi frowned, "According to Liu Xiaofan, he was a powerful guy."
"Qin Ji may not know. It doesn't matter, whoever it is will die." He looked indifferent.
Seeing that he didn't know how powerful he was, Mei Xueyi couldn't help raising her hand to make gestures: "What if you are the kind of great monk who can wave his sleeves in mid-air and wipe out your entire royal capital with a roar? What should you do? What if you meet him? We don’t even have a chance to spend money with people like that!”
He freed up one hand, grabbed her flailing wrist, and put it back to his chest.
Bingbing's cool, thin and beautiful fingers hugged her like cold jade locking snow fat.
"The queen is too worried. The easiest thing in the world is to spend money." He said, "You really don't know the sufferings of the world!"
Mei Xueyi: "..." Is she talking about spending money
After closing her eyes and calming down, she said gloomily: "Liu Xiaofan will definitely inform you, Your Majesty, otherwise we should flee into the mountains for refuge."
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"Nothing, someone is watching her."
"Huh?" Mei Xueyi suddenly opened her eyes wide and asked curiously, "Who can keep an eye on a monk who can handle a sword?"
"Guan Wei."
Mei Xueyi looked at him blankly: "... Are you worried?"
Her blank expression pleased him greatly.
There was a fond light in his black eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly: "I promised to let him take care of the treasury, and took him to have a look, and he surrendered and was willing to do things for me."
Mei Xueyi: "..."
A monk of the Great Perfection of the Golden Elixir! Would he be satisfied with the position of looking after the warehouse? Could it be said that every person who doesn’t like to deal with others has his own unique hobbies
Mei Xueyi couldn't help but begin to doubt life.
The battle under the Star Reaching Stage has ended, and the battlefield has not yet been cleared.
Wei Jinzhao held her in his arms and stepped on the pool of blood on the ground without a care, stepping over the corpse lying in front of him like crossing a threshold.
He covered her face with his sleeves, and the faint fragrance that belonged to him occupied her sense of smell, making her feel like she was wandering in the back garden.
He took her directly back to Chaomu Palace and put her into the hot soup pool.
To prevent contact with the water, the injured hand was tied with a ribbon around the back of his neck.
Mei Xueyi's face couldn't bear to embrace him so naked in the clear daylight, bathing in the Qiongchi together.
Her arms were wrapped around his shoulders and neck, like she was wrapped around him.
Even if she was embarrassed to stare at him, she would inevitably catch a glimpse of him from the corner of her eye. He is extremely thin and bony, but his entire body frame looks very beautiful, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, and long arms. When he exerts force, he can see a thin layer of muscles under his pale skin.
There are calluses on her hands, specially polished for her.
Like treating the most precious collection, he picked up the water bit by bit and carefully washed her hair, face, and neck... with gentle and caressing movements.
The color of his eyes became darker and darker.
Extremely restrained.
Mei Xueyi couldn't help but ask him: "Why does Your Majesty know Liu Xiaofan so well, and even knows what she is going to say? Didn't Your Majesty have no direct dealings with monks in the previous life?"
Her heart beat faster unconsciously.
He came back to his senses, withdrew his deep eyes from her body and looked into her eyes: "I have seen too many naked desires. Even if I put on human skin, those thoughts are still clear."
"So it's a guess?" she asked.
He curled his lips and narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes filled with indifference inadvertently: "Guess it takes a lot of effort. Is that kind of thing worth the trouble? It's just a quick glance."
Mei Xueyi: "... Your Majesty hates Liu Xiaofan?"
"You don't deserve to be hated by me."
Mei Xueyi lowered her head, avoiding his gaze, and cast her eyes on his clear and sharp collarbone, and asked calmly: "Why don't you like it? Looks? Temperament?"
That 'Liu Xiaofan' was from the Feihuo Sword Sect, and had the same face as hers in her previous life... So, if they met in another way, Wei's current attitude towards her would be like this. He is sick, and the only medicine that can cure him is Mei Xueyi.
A cold finger lifted her chin.
She quickly covered up the strange color in her eyes and stared at him with a smile.
"The queen is grieving," he said in a calm and determined tone.
Mei Xueyi laughed: "How could it be? Your Majesty doesn't like other women, why should I be sad? I'm not a virtuous queen, so I still want to persuade Your Majesty to spread her wings."
"Don't be sad." He looked deeply into her eyes, "What I want is you, only you. Even if you turn into ashes, I will recognize you."
Mei Xueyi: "I don't believe it."
Her voice unconsciously took on a hint of coldness.
Who is she? She is a terrifying demon who has practiced the art of blood-resolving demons. She is a monster that is falling apart from body to soul every moment. Can you recognize it even if it turns into ashes? How ridiculous.
"Why don't you believe it?" he asked.
She raised her hand, twisted a piece of hair between her fingers and pulled it out, then reached out and stole a piece of his silky black hair.
"Go to the pool."
He raised his eyebrows slightly, picked her up, and walked through the water to the edge of Qiongchi.
Mei Xueyi put their hair on the jade lotus lamp by the pool and lit it.
"Your Majesty, tell me, which cluster of ashes is mine?"
Wei Jinchao: "..."
She said with a sullen face: "Such unrealistic love words are meaningless."
He looked at her for a long moment.
She was obviously sullen, but his expression was becoming more and more cheerful.
"The Queen has taught you a lesson!" He bowed his head solemnly and admitted his mistake. "Whenever you talk about love in the future, you must make sure that your words are accurate and will not cause the Queen to misunderstand again."
Mei Xueyi: "..."
"Queen." He bowed down, touched the tip of her nose lightly, and tilted his head slightly, "I want to kiss you, right now."
Before she could agree, his lips fell.
It's not a kiss with a clear purpose, but a gentle, close, patient and meticulous kiss.
Soft as a breeze or a ray of moonlight.
After touching it for a moment, he slowly straightened up.
Mei Xueyi said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, have you ever thought that my memory does not have the past in the storybook, so I did not fight against the enemy with your Majesty, nor did I live and die with your Majesty. If you want to go deeper... "
She raised her eyes to look at him, and she could feel her eyes twinkling.
She said meaningfully: "Your Majesty, are you really sure that I am the Mei Xueyi you want?"
"Of course it's you. Only you." He leaned down, pecked her forehead, and said in a low voice, "The reason why the queen forgot me is because of this Liu Xiaofan."
Mei Xueyi's breathing was stagnant.
"I will help you find out the reason!" He hugged her body to his chest, "Don't be afraid, I will take care of everything."
Mei Xueyi: "..."
If we really find out the reason, I'm afraid he is the most fatal one.
But she also wanted to know what was the connection between herself and this 'Liu Xiaofan'
Afterwards, when I thought carefully about everything on the star-catching stage, the more I looked at it, the more I felt that Liu Xiaofan didn't look like him.
Liu Xiaofan knew clearly that it was not easy to confuse the king. At that time, she was so nervous that she broke out in a cold sweat and her hands were shaking, but she still chose to take the risk and assassinate him at close range. At that moment, Mei Xueyi saw ambition in Liu Xiaofan's eyes. Killing Wei Jinchao seems to be a very attractive benefit.
Although Mei Xueyi is a big devil, she actually knows very well that she has no ambitions. She cherishes her life very much and never takes risks for any benefit.
As for fighting all the way to the top... that's really not her problem. She hoped that the years would be peaceful, but it was a pity that others would not give her a chance.
In this regard, Liu Xiaofan is not like her. In a situation like today, she would have run away long ago.
While she was meditating, Wei Jinchao skillfully carried her out of the soup pool, dried her body, put on comfortable clothes, and then gently wiped her hair.
A guard came to report.
Qin Ji was captured alive and shouted to see King Wei.
Wei Jinchao said in a good temper: "Ask the identity of Zhao Runru's biological father, and then behead him."
"Yes!" The guard bowed and left.
Mei Xueyi raised her eyebrows and looked at him: "Qin Ji must have never imagined that confessing honestly would lead to death."
Wei Jinchao chuckled: "She can't tell."
Mei Xueyi thought about it. That man was a big shot. It was outrageous to go to the mortal world and have an affair with a married woman. How could he possibly tell others his true identity
"So your Majesty wants to let Qin Ji go?" she asked.
His smile became gentler: "If you refuse to confess, you will be punished with Ling Chi."
Mei Xueyi understood. This is to avenge the queen from her previous life.
Being the enemy of this tyrant is very satisfying - dying very happily, because there is no room for mercy.
He couldn't even see her face to face, and his fate had been clearly arranged by him.
In the evening of that day, after Mei Xueyi accompanied Hunjun to eat a dinner with unknown ingredients and an expensive look at first glance, he was helping him walk towards the imperial garden.
Looking at the fading dusk light in the west, Mei Xueyi was quite puzzled: "Viewing flowers at night, Your Majesty is really special."
"Just for you."
He took his time and took her for a walk around the corridor before walking towards the imperial garden.
From a distance, Mei Xueyi saw a faint white light coming from behind the round door.
"This is… "
He smiled lightly, held her in his arms, and strode into the door.
A piece of hallucinatory light rushed toward her, and Mei Xueyi couldn't help but hold her breath, and her fingers unconsciously clenched Wei Jinchao's head.
For a moment, she couldn't describe the scene in front of her.
There were no lights in the Imperial Garden.
This layer of milky white brilliance comes from the grass, trees and flowers in the garden.
It's like transparent and luminous snowflakes spread in the garden, outlining the shape of each flower.
Every plant in the garden emits a soft but bright white light. When the wind blows, this layer of white light seems to be alive, gently swaying in the wind.
Just as Mei Xueyi was about to speak, a calloused finger pressed her lips.
"Shh. Come on."
His breath sounded low in his ears.
He held her hand and walked along the gravel path to the small wooden bridge in the middle of the garden.
Under the bridge is a small lotus pond, with water lilies spread under the feet, also emitting a pearly milky white light.
Wonderland is nothing more than that!
He stood behind her, held her shoulders with both hands, leaned over and asked in her ear: "Who are you?"
The low and hoarse voice was more moving than before.
Mei Xueyi moved her lips slightly and whispered: "Mei Xueyi."
He smiled, his cool but warm breath brushed her cheek, and he said loudly: "Wei Jinchao's Mei Xueyi!"
When she was slightly stunned, she suddenly saw the white light floating in the entire garden, like a disturbed fish.
At this moment, every lotus under your feet, every tree in the garden, and every cluster of flowers seemed to have a double shadow of white light.
In the next moment, this layer of white light floated to the height of half a person, and its shape changed. The phantom flowers began to merge, just like flowers condensed with ink falling into the water, diffusing and colliding, in nature. Under the control of his hands, he drew patterns that even the best painter could not imagine.
Mei Xueyi finally saw clearly that they were a group of transparent fluorescent butterflies emitting white light.
They were alarmed, soared into the air and scattered in all directions.
She looked back at him and saw a smile in his black eyes, and his cold white face was as handsome as an immortal under the light of Yingying.
"Your Majesty..."
He lowered his eyes and looked at her, and said very naturally: "We don't have much money, just two..."
Mei Xueyi covered his mouth.
"It ruins the scenery."
He smiled muffledly, gently tugging on his thin lips, as if kissing her palm.
After the fluorescent butterflies disappeared, there was still light in a corner of the garden.
At this moment, a very rude voice came from Wei Jinchao—
"Liu Xiaofan entered a nightmare cave. Do you want me to follow him?"
Guan fear.
Mei Xueyi looked at Wei Jinchao in shock.
This familiar feeling... is the Thousand Miles Sound Transmission Jade Pendant.
In the Immortal Realm, this is an extremely common thing. It is necessary for everyone to go out to communicate with their sect, relatives and friends.
Appearing in the mortal world feels very inconsistent.
Wei Jinzhao took out the jade pendant that glowed with green light from his sleeve and said quietly: "No need. Tell me your position and wait at the door."
Mei Xueyi had a vague illusion that this was not a mortal country, and Wei Jinchao was not a human emperor.
When she was stunned, Guan Xun on the other side of the jade pendant had already explained the location word by word in a rigid tone.
The dull Mei Xueyi was led by Wei Jinchao to the shining corner of the imperial garden.
Walking around a small octagonal pavilion, she saw a jade flying boat parked in the corner.
Mei Xueyi: "..."
How do you say this
The Golden Core cultivator can then travel with a sword and does not need a means of transportation such as a flying boat.
The flying boat needs to be built with spiritual jade. Those who can use the flying boat must have no shortage of cultivation resources. They do not lack resources but cannot advance to the golden elixir... Their qualifications are so poor that even the enemies will shake their heads and sigh.
In the fairyland, when people see Feizhou, they think of the silly son of the landlord.
It fits the temperament of a tyrant.
The silly son and daughter of a landowner boarded a jade flying boat.
"Your Majesty, how many star-catching platforms are these?" Mei Xueyi asked helplessly.
Wei Jinchao inserted a spirit stone very unskillfully, started the flying boat, and said to her with a bit of pride: "No money. I picked it up from a dead person."
Mei Xueyi: "..."
She realized that the monks of Feihuo Sword Sect were carrying Qiankun bags, and they all took advantage of this faint king. From this point of view, the jade fire and glazed arrows worth eight star-catching platforms are not wasted.
With the flying boat, you can reach the fairyland through the sea of dense fog.
"Your Majesty, the Immortal Realm is dangerous." Mei Xueyi reminded him responsibly.
"It doesn't matter." He didn't care at all, "I'm carrying jade fire and glazed arrows. Besides, others can't see through our cultivation. Judging from my aura, they must think that I have met a high-level cultivator."
Mei Xueyi: "..." Although he was bragging, what he said was so reasonable that he couldn't refute it at all.
This world really suffocates the brave to death and starves the timid to death.
The jade flying boat floated into the sky.
While moving forward at full speed, a layer of faint spiritual light covered the boat body to prevent the poor foundation-building monk from being blown away by the high-altitude wind.
Mei Xueyi was sitting on the bridge in the middle of the boat, feeling extremely complicated.
"Don't be afraid, just follow me." He reached over and held her hand quietly.
"I'm not afraid."
Mei Xueyi's mind had already drifted to the Nightmare Cave.
Nightmare, you are so sleepy that you come to the pillow.
This is a kind of natural monster. Like a spider, it weaves layers of nightmare webs invisible to the naked eye in its cave. If it touches those webs, it will fall into the nightmare like a small insect on a spider web. trap.
The attack method of the nightmare is a mental attack, creating a nightmare-like illusion, in which it eats away at the victim's soul. It has the same effect as the Yin spirit.
To the great monks, nightmares are like spiders that spin webs on the roadside. When they are in the mood, they will kill them easily, but usually they turn a blind eye. A cultivator's time is very precious and will not be wasted on such meaningless things. Talking about subduing demons and slaying demons is just a nice thing to say.
In the past, Mei Xueyi would not have paid attention to such little things on the roadside.
But for her now, the Nightmare that can only attack mentally is simply a good tonic put in her mouth, just like the Yin Spirit.
… Mo Xiu’s recipes are always weird.
The speed of the flying boat is equivalent to the Yuanying monk moving forward at full speed.
Wei Jinchao kept many delicate snacks in his Qiankun bag, and when he saw that Mei Xueyi was bored, he would take a piece and feed her.
It's like raising a parrot.
Perhaps it was because he had never experienced the feeling of flying in the sky on a flying boat in his life, so Wei Jinchao's illness was not touched during this journey. He looked extremely normal, like a handsome young man as gentle as jade.
Mei Xueyi was in a trance from time to time, feeling that he and she were really a couple of gods.
The flying boat followed the route given by Guan Kui, and after traveling for about two hours, it stopped at a hillside covered with trees.
Wei Jinchao carefully helped her and stepped onto the ground.
"Take a few steps slowly to avoid dizziness."
She wasn't dizzy, but he coughed several times.
A very unhappy voice came from behind: "If you wait a few more times, they will all come out!"
Mei Xueyi turned around and saw that it was Guan Zhen, the monk she hadn't seen for several days. The light of the Lingyu Flying Boat illuminated his silver hair, and he looked unhappy, finding the light dazzling.
Wei Jinchao said slowly: "They...them?"
"Yes." Guan Wei frowned, his fingers hanging by his side, curling up unconsciously, "Liu Xiaofan was going straight to Long Lin Mansion. On the way, he met a group of foundation-building monks who were out for training. For some reason, they suddenly came up. We walked forward to strike up a conversation with the four people, and when they got here, she led them into the Nightmare Cave."
Mei Xueyi frowned slightly.
If you want to kill someone and seize the treasure, the Golden Pill cultivator can do it directly, there is no need to cause any trouble.
"What's so special about those four people?"
Guan Zui frowned even more and said without thinking, "No!"
He resisted. His fear of interacting with people has been engraved in his mind, and if he picked out those four people and thought about them, it seemed like they could kill him.
Mei Xueyi said softly: "It's been more than two hours and you haven't come out yet?"
Although the golden elixir monk has not yet been able to condense his soul, he has abundant spiritual energy in his body and is protected by the golden elixir, so he can easily break through the illusion and escape.
After not coming out for so long, Liu Xiaofan must have deliberately stayed in the illusion and had some agenda.
"Queen, do you dare to find out?" Wei Jinzhao put his arm around her shoulders.
Mei Xueyi rolled her eyes at him: "Your Majesty, you must protect me."
"Naturally." He leaned forward slightly, solemnly.
Guan Zui, who was on the side, had his face twitching at the sight. He raised his sleeves and pointed at the two giant trees: "The entrance is over there! If you don't go, people will really come out!"
Mei Xueyi looked over and saw that the roots of the tree were entangled, weaving out a medium-sized cave.
There was a faint flicker of light in the depths, and it looked like a lost magic weapon.
That's the Nightmare's bait.
"Let's go!"
In the illusion of relying on mental power to fight, she, the blood-clothed devil, is the king who dominates the whole scene.
Fortunately, through this illusion, we can take a good look at what secrets Liu Xiaofan hides.
Mei Xueyi held onto Wei Jinchao's hand and stepped into the tree cave.
The tree cave is filled with the smell of damp musty wood.
I couldn't see my fingers, and I could vaguely feel the layers of mesh coming towards me.
Suddenly there was a moment when consciousness disappeared.
It was as if after sleeping for a long, long time, I slowly woke up from the chaos.
His eyes were blood red.
Sea of blood
Nightmares are not powerful monsters. Their illusions are often crude and can scare people. The overwhelming blood is relatively easy to create and does not require too many details.
Mei Xueyi turned around and looked around, and found that something seemed wrong. She raised her hand and grabbed it, and caught the red thing in front of her—it turned out to be a red hijab.
She was slightly stunned, raised her eyes and looked around.
A pair of red candles swayed on the wooden table against the wall on the right. She was sitting on a good-quality bed. The room was decorated with bright red cloth. This was a new house.
The details are exquisite, the touch is realistic, and it doesn't look like an illusion at all.
This is no ordinary little nightmare, but a big guy who has advanced to the next level.
I don’t know whether I should call it good luck or bad luck.
Mei Xueyi stood up, walked to the door and tried to push it.
"Squeak-"
The door opened in response, and a Huang Shengsheng's face suddenly came over to him, his bright red lips parted, revealing two rows of yellow teeth.
Mei Xueyi was suddenly startled. Before her eyes could fully focus, she heard the yellow-faced old woman howling in mourning: "Damn it! How could the Wei family leave our young lady on their wedding night and run away?" My concubine’s room!”
Mei Xueyi: "..."
Although I know it is an illusion, Wei Jinchao, you are finished.