Zi'an was heartbroken, but she also made up her mind. She wiped away her tears and looked at him, "I'm leaving, but you have to come back to find me. I, Xia Zi'an, swear to be with you through life and death. If you die, I won't live alone. If you die here, after giving birth to the child, I will avenge you, and then come back here with his head to find you!"
Murong Jie felt a pain in his heart and could hardly hold back his tears. He hugged Zi'an tightly, kissed her forehead and lips, and said in a sad voice, "Okay, I promise you, I will come back alive to find you."
Zi'an took a needle and said, "Sit down, I'll open the acupuncture points for you, which will help you gather your internal strength temporarily."
Murong Jie sat cross-legged on the ground and closed his eyes.
Zi'an first bandaged his wound tightly, and then applied acupuncture and opened the acupuncture points. Murong Jie felt that the blood in his body suddenly began to flow rapidly. He quickly used his energy to suppress it, and the energy in his body was even greater than before.
Zi'an warned, "This is a temporary solution. You must cut the Gordian knot quickly. Don't linger in the fight. You must flee. Otherwise, you will be exhausted in less than an hour."
"I know, you should leave quickly." Murong Jie said.
Zi'an stared at him, tears rolling down his cheeks, and choked up as he said, "Seventh Brother, come back alive to find me."
"Okay!" Murong Jie nodded, his voice slightly choked, but he continued to urge, "Hurry up."
Zi'an hugged him and whispered in his ear, "Remember my oath. If you die, I will not live alone."
Murong Jie trembled and said with difficulty: "I know."
He watched Zi'an turn around and go out the back door. She looked back every few steps, and the reluctance and tears in her eyes made his heart ache sharply.
Zi'an wiped his tears, went out through the side door, then climbed up the hill and went down the other side.
She walked step by step, and her heart ached dully with every step, a vague and desolate pain.
She looked up and saw thick smoke rising from the mountain. With such a big fire, it would burn down a bamboo forest very quickly.
She had never experienced such torture in her life, and she felt that she was heading towards despair step by step.
You must be safe!
I beg you, and I beg all the gods and Buddhas in the sky!
…
The bamboo forest was engulfed by the fire. It looked like it would take a long time to burn. However, it did not burn for too long. In just half an hour, everything turned to ashes.
When the bamboo forest was burned down, the formation was destroyed, leaving only some stones. Behind the stones was a blue brick Dragon King Temple.
There was a man, holding a scarf in his hand, standing at the door of the temple, with a murderous aura.
Prince Nan Huai adjusted his crown and said with a gentle smile, "Seventh Brother, it's not easy to see you."
He walked in step by step, the smile on his face and the vicious disgust in his eyes formed a sharp contrast.
Murong Jie said calmly: "Since you want to see me so much, please come in and have a drink. Speaking of which, we two brothers haven't had a drink and chat together for a long time."
Nan Huai Wang said with a smile: "Even if my younger brother wants to drink with me, where can we get wine in this desolate mountain?"
He walked in front of Murong Jie. They were about the same height, but Murong Jie stood above him, looking down on him.
However, King Nan Huai was not inferior at all, and his aura began to burn from his eyes.
"It just so happens that there is wine here for worshipping the Dragon King." Murong Jie leaned over, "If you dare to go in, you can drink a cup with me."
Prince Nan Huai laughed loudly, "Brothers, what can we not say? Since Seventh Brother has invited me, how can I, as a younger brother, refuse your kindness?"
His smile was extremely arrogant, and he was not afraid at all that Murong Jie would attack him.
He raised his robe, went in and sat on the straw. The guards wanted to come in, but he stopped them, "You all stay outside the door and watch. If the regent is hostile to me, chase him down the mountain."
Murong Jie raised his eyebrows, his eyes dark, "Thank you!"
"It doesn't matter. If you die, it would be better for her to live a life worse than death." King Nan Huai smiled. Suddenly, he felt that it didn't matter whether he returned to the Southern Kingdom or not. He just wanted to defeat him.
From the day he planned to return to the South, he probably never thought he would succeed, but he just didn't want to give up.
Therefore, he did not look at the hexagram of Shangqiu, and he didn't even have the interest to look at it, because he knew the ending and he didn't care!
Capturing Xia Zian and using him to threaten Murong Jie was to make him suffer a fate worse than death. Now that I see it, I feel so happy!
There should be a talk between the brothers.
Murong Jie is delaying time, he doesn't care.
Murong Jie took down a pot of wine from the altar. It was a pot of turbid wine that was placed there by fishermen when they came to burn incense and offer tributes. It tasted very bad. Murong Jie, who loved wine, took a sip and found it hard to swallow.
"Seventh brother has drunk all the finest wines in the world in his life, but in the end, all he has left is this pot of muddy wine." Prince Nan Huai took a sip and said with a sigh.
Murong Jie took it, raised his head and gulped down a big mouthful, frowning slightly, "In this countryside, having a pot of wine is pretty good."
King Nan Huai looked at him quietly, "Are you afraid of death?"
Murong Jie smiled and said, "Are you afraid?"
King Nan Huai actually tilted his head and thought for a moment, "I am more afraid of living a cowardly life."
"Not really? During the time you were planning, you were a coward. You tried every possible means to stay in the capital. Why? Now you suddenly don't want to be a coward anymore? Don't you want to be the emperor anymore?"
Nan Huai Wang said frankly: "I want to, I want to, I want to dream about it, but I know it's impossible. Since I can't do what I want to do, I want to live with dignity and die with dignity."
"I can't believe you gave up so quickly." Murong Jie pursed his lips. He didn't want to talk to him at all. However, as King Nan Huai said, he was just delaying time so that Zi'an could go further.
"It's not that I want to give up," Nan Huai Wang sighed softly, and when he looked at him again, he was already somewhat malicious, "It's you who didn't give me a way to live."
Murong Jie gently shook the wine, "Is being an emperor really that good?"
Nan Huai Wang laughed and said sarcastically: "Brother, what you said is like a full person asking a hungry person if the food is really that delicious."
Murong Jie also laughed, "Yes, that's true, but I think that even if I'm hungry, I won't steal other people's food."
"If you don't rob, you will starve to death."
"So your analogy is not appropriate. If you don't become an emperor, you won't die."
Prince Nan Huai shook his head. "If I were a commoner, I would never have dared to have such an idea. However, I am the same as him, the son of the emperor. How am I worse than him? He can be the emperor, why should I live by his will?"
"He didn't treat you unfairly. He gave you the Southern Kingdom, which is a rich place. If you stay in the Southern Kingdom peacefully, what's the difference between you and him? Why do you have to be like him?"
Prince Nan Huai shook his head again, "This is the difference between you and me. You are always satisfied with what you have and never strive for it. If you had strived for more, you wouldn't have ended up like this today. If you were the emperor, perhaps, for the sake of our brotherhood, I wouldn't have such thoughts."
Murong Jie sneered, "Is that so? You have always loved to push the blame onto others since you were a child. Your current situation is caused by your ambition. Even if I became the emperor, you would still rebel. As for your blood brother, I am afraid you have never considered me as your blood brother, so how can there be any family affection?"
(End of this chapter)