The White-Haired Imperial Concubine

"impossible!"

Shen Sheng vetoed it, which was a reaction of Zongzheng's helplessness. "I can't be her son! The person you're looking for has a dragon-shaped birthmark on his body, but I don't have any birthmarks on my body." He said so with certainty.

"Of course you don't have any," Fu Yuan said, with a brighter smile on her lips, "Because after I took you away, in order not to be recognized, I asked someone to remove the birthmark on your body, otherwise why would you have pimples on your waist since you were young?" An uneven scar?"

Zongzheng's body trembled violently, and the blood on his face faded, "I don't believe it!" He hastily denied it. I have walked on the tip of a knife for half my life, and I have never felt so frightened.

"You don't have to believe it. The Ai family won't force you." Fu Yuan smiled indifferently, with an indifferent look on her face.

Zongzheng Wuchou's palms were cold and his body was stiff, he didn't believe it, he didn't believe it! Turning his gaze to other people, he saw Zongzheng Wuyou's stern face and complicated eyes, Zongzheng's eyes were full of guilt and worry, and the woman he loved lowered his eyes, and he could vaguely see pity and intolerance in his expression... There was a roar in his head With a loud noise, he was shocked in place and could no longer move.

A heart, as if immersed in the ice and snow of the twelfth lunar month of winter, is numb from the cold. When he realized that he might not be that woman's son, he was so heartbroken that he didn't dare to investigate further, and now he even told him that he was actually the child of the person he hated! He can't accept it!

Slowly raising his eyes, he looked at the smile on the corner of the woman's mouth, that smile was so gentle, as if she nervously asked him if he was doing well when he sneaked into each other when he was a child. Are you hurt?

Why? Such a sincere and warm concern, but behind it is such a monstrous conspiracy! How can a person's disguise be cultivated to such a perfect level? ! So much so that during those years, he would doubt everyone around him, and the only thing he believed in... was the deep-rooted hatred at the core of his mother. However, at this moment, she told him. It is precisely these unshakable things that are outright frauds!

Five years of fleeing, struggling in blood and corpses... crawling hard like a dog in the snow at night... fighting against death in the cold lake water, thinking that his mother is still suffering, he wants to live , Survive to rescue his mother... At that time, he was only five years old!

Years of experience in the battlefield, fighting in battle, scarred and bruised, trying his best to climb up... For thirteen years, in order to remember the pain his mother had suffered, he let someone pierce that sharp hook with barbs hard. Through his spine, and then pull out the roots, the bones are thick, and the flesh and blood splatter... What kind of feeling is that? The double pain of body and mind, the trembling that cannot be suppressed even after gnashing all his teeth... All of these, he willingly endured, for the sake of his mother!

However, the sad thing is that he never dreamed that all of this turned out to be fake! Hate is fake! Maternal love is fake! It's all fake! It was just a weapon she used to manipulate him!

His life of more than twenty years has become a big joke!

His world suddenly collapsed. The previous beliefs and the goals that supported him in life are all at this moment, ridiculing him to the ground.

See what he has done in the past twenty years? Obsessed with hatred, trying his best to climb up, in the end, all the people he takes revenge on are his closest relatives. To usurp the power and seize the throne, to poison the father, to use the wife, to humiliate the elder brother...and so on. And his acquiescence contributed to the ending of his mother being crushed!

The sword in Zongzheng Wuchou's hand fell to the ground with a "clang". The sharp voice pierced his soul, dissecting him to pieces. All the strength in his body was suddenly sucked out.

There was nothing left to support her life, and her tall and tall body fell to the side of the high platform.

"Achou!"

Man Yao exclaimed, and hurriedly reached out to grab him, but his body had already slid down the high platform, almost tearing him off too. Zongzheng Wuyou had quick eyes and quick hands, and grabbed her, and the two were saved from being buried in the flames. Zongzheng Wuyou's expression was complicated and fluctuating, with anger looming in his eyes.

With a movement of Fu Yuan's body, the light in her eyes changed slightly, and the "Chier" who almost blurted out in a daze finally swallowed it back consciously.

A frightened look flashed in Zongzheng Yuhe's eyes, and he was slightly relieved to see him being held back.

Man Yao squatted on the ground, struggling to hold him with one hand, frowned, and looked down to see that his eyes were dim, as bleak and lifeless as a piece of ashes. It was the despair of a person after the belief that he had held on for many years was completely destroyed. She felt pain in her heart, and hurriedly persuaded: "Ah Cho, you still have us, we are your relatives!"

Fu Tiao's body was hanging in the air, slowly looking at his beloved woman, her white hair fluttering in the wind was the unforgivable evidence of the crime he had committed. On that day, the tragic scene witnessed by hundreds of thousands of people was engraved in his life like a brand. When he saw her walk out of the red tent, he thought that the regret and suffocation was the worst in his life, but it turned out that , and that's just the beginning.

Hearing that hell has 18 floors, he once wanted to try how deep it is, but now, he knows that in his world, hell is endless and endless.

"Rongle... I'm sorry!" The voice from the chest made people's hearts tremble.

Manyao seemed to feel the great unspeakable grief and despair in his heart. In her heart, Fu Cho was such a resolute and powerful man. When he was in love, he could bear it so calmly and willingly. She thought that such a person, nothing could defeat him. However, some truths are so cruel that they are far easier to destroy a person's will than death!

Her voice choked slightly, "I forgive you! Come up quickly."

Zongzheng Wuchou's ashen eyes were relieved by that sentence of forgiveness, but it was not enough to arouse his courage to live. He raised his head and stared at the love of his life, with a memory-like expression He said slowly: "Rong Le, I really decided not to use you anymore. That divorce letter... I wrote it fourteen times before I could finish it."

Divorce? Man Yao was taken aback for a moment, remembering that he had given her something like a letter that was wrapped in layers and layers, and she hadn't opened it to read it, so it turned out to be a letter of divorce? ! Since then, he has been prepared to fail. Her complexion changed slightly, and her heart felt astringent. For that matter, she has hated him for a long time, but now, she can no longer hate or complain.

Zongzheng Wuchou's eyes were dim, and he continued: "Although you said that if I lose, you will live and die with me, but I don't want you, I don't want you to accompany me to die... Although I know that if he loses, you will die with me." I will also go with him, but I still don't want you to accompany me to die. I have always been very clear that no matter what the outcome of that war, I will always be the one who loses."

He slowly narrated the love hidden in his heart that no one could shake, his voice was so desolate and helpless.

In November, heavy snow suddenly fell in the sky, fluttering and fluttering in the biting cold wind, sweeping towards the world overwhelmingly. The pure white color is like a grand funeral held by the heavens, silently mourning the tragedies in the world.

A few birds flew past the cornices of the palace, fluttering their wings and wailing in the cold air.

Man Yao's throat choked, and her eyes turned red. It turned out that he knew all about her mood at that time, but he still wrote the divorce letter. She turned her eyes away, not looking at his distressed cracked eyes, and tightly grasping him with one hand.

Zongzheng Wuchou's eyes suddenly burned, and he asked again: "You once said... that you almost fell in love with me, is... is it true? If it weren't for that, would you really fall in love with me? Even just a little bit." It was the answer he had always wanted to know, and he really wanted to know.

Manyao lowered her head, she couldn't answer this question. If she said no, he would be disappointed and sad. If she said yes, it would only make him hate himself even more. Whether it is or not, it is a blow to him.

Zongzheng Wuyou's face darkened, and he glanced at Fu Yuan, who was standing aside with an unclear expression. He stepped forward and irresistibly pulled Zongzheng Wuchou up, and fell to the ground. His eyes were complicated, and he said in a deep voice, "Do you want to die before she dies?"

Zongzheng Wuchou was shocked, and looked up at the woman who played with their fate, all the grief in his heart turned into deep hatred, his empty eyes gradually ignited with anger, he picked up the sword on the ground, and stood up Holding the hilt of the sword tightly with five fingers, her fingers were blue and white, and the veins on her forehead were bulging. Step by step, she walked slowly towards Fu Yuan.

"You have lied to me for more than twenty years! You have to pay the price!" He gritted his teeth, his eyes were full of evil light, and there was a fierce and bloodthirsty light shining. The Qingfeng long sword in his hand pointed directly at Fu Yuan's throat.

Fu Yuan's eyes trembled slightly, and a trace of almost invisible complexity flashed across her eyes. Facing this fierce and fierce sword energy, her expression remained unchanged. She stood where she was, looking at the son who had called her mother for more than twenty years, she didn't move.

"Slow! You don't want his life anymore?" The head of the Tianqiu Sect suddenly yelled, the sword in his hand pressed against Zongzheng Yuhe's neck, and a bloodstain immediately appeared.

The point of Zongzheng's sword touched Fu Yuan's throat and stopped suddenly, and a trace of strangeness flashed across his bloodthirsty eyes, "Why didn't you draw the sword? Are you so sure that I care about his life?"

Fu Yuan said, "Because I understand you."

As soon as Zongzheng Wuchou's eyes darkened, he stretched out the tip of the sword a little bit, piercing the skin and leaving a string of blood beads.

The master of Tianqiu Sect's eyes suddenly changed, and he was about to make a move, but Fu Yuan smiled and turned her head to Zongzheng Yuhe and said, "Look, even Tiao'er hates me too. Are you happy?" Rong Qi on the chair, a little sadness flashed across those beautiful eyes that were not stained with a smile.

Zongzheng Fanhe glared sideways, and his face twitched.

Fu Yuan said again: "Why don't you speak? Oh, I forgot. You can't open your mouth." She seemed to have really forgotten, raised her hand a little, and unsettled the Ya acupoint for him from the air, and said with a half-smile: " I just recognized my son, so I have to say a few words."

Probably because he hadn't spoken for a long time, Zongzheng Yuhe's voice was hoarse and he couldn't make a sound. He furrowed his thick eyebrows and said in hatred, "I really regret that I didn't kill you, a cruel woman!"

Fu Yuan said: "There are many things you regret, not just this one. In terms of being cruel and heartless, I am far inferior to you! If I hadn't had the foresight to secretly take this child away while you were not in the palace, I am afraid that you will not be able to return to the palace once." The one thing is that it killed me. No one knows better than you who is more cruel and heartless between the two of us. "

Zongzheng Yuhe's eyes flickered, and his slightly chapped lips were tightly pressed. "You are wrong, I never thought of killing you, as long as you stay in peace."

"Peaceful? How do you count as peaceful? Do you want to be slaughtered by guarding the desolate cold palace?" When the old incident was brought up again, Fu Yuan's tingling pain hidden in her heart surfaced, and there was a trace of hatred in the corner of her mouth, "Why should I?" You are safe and sound? For the sake of power, you deceived my feelings with hypocrisy and obtained my father's all-out help before ascending to the throne. I thought you would really do as you said, and the three thousand beauties in the harem doted on me alone One person, who knows, after you ascended the throne, you deliberately planned to deal with my father, and finally killed my Fu clan... You are so ungrateful, it is extremely hated!"

Her voice sounded very calm, the calm after more than twenty years of deep-seated hatred. Her smile is very gentle, but it has no emotion, and there is a touch of cruelty in the gentleness.

Zongzheng Yuhe said in a deep voice: "It's your father who supported the army and tried to treat me as a puppet. As the king of a country, how can I tolerate him? As for you, I once felt that I owed you something. Treating you, but your actions have wiped away the only debt I owe you. You can hate me, but you shouldn't hurt Yun'er and my son."

Fu Yuan sneered and said: "I don't care about your pitiful guilt. I just want you to suffer as much as me, or even more painful than me. You were born in an emperor's family, and the tragedy of brothers and father and son killing each other is happening every day. Performed, you will definitely not understand the pain of losing a loved one. Therefore, I want you to taste the feeling of losing a loved one. Let you also understand, what is bone and what is flesh?"

Zongzheng Yuhe's eyes were filled with pain, he had already tasted the feeling of losing his beloved, the heart-piercing pain, and all thoughts were lost. He looked at the woman beside him, and said angrily, "How did you manage to deal with Yun'er? She is so kind, and always regards you as a friend."

Fu Yuan's eyes flashed, and the shallow struggle flashed away in her eyes. She raised her head, suddenly a little excited, "It's her kindness, and your heartlessness, that sent me to hell! It was she who provoked Rong. Yi, why let me bear the consequences? When you set up a trap to protect her, you gave me to another man as her, and made me suffer inhuman humiliation... You should have thought of this kind of consequences!" At this point Paused, the peace in her eyes was torn apart, pain poured out, her complexion turned pale suddenly, and her voice trembled.

The memories of the past are unbearable. She closed her eyes, calmed her violently heaving chest, and said after a while: "Three days and three nights... I shouted hoarsely, but no one came to save me. I am worthless after being a country, but you Give it to others as a plaything... The ridiculous thing is, I was still covered in the bones, and I went back to the palace, hiding in the bedroom and dare not go out! I feel so dirty, I am ashamed of you, and I want to commit suicide several times... If it weren't for Qin Shin block, I don't even know that all of this is your design! How much I hate... Do you know?"

When the past was revealed, even though it had been more than twenty years, she still pierced her heart like a thousand arrows, and the pain was unbearable. Fu Yuan raised her head, just a little bit, tears were about to stay, but she swallowed them. That year, he swore that he would never shed a single tear for him in this life, never again!

The master of Tianqiu Sect shrank his pupils, and the sword in his hand approached a little more. He really wanted to cut off Zongzheng Yuhe's head immediately to pay homage to the woman's grief.

Man Yao was shocked when she heard this, it turned out that Fu Yuan still had such an experience! As a woman, she couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic to Fu Yuan. Being given to someone else as a plaything by a man she loves is indeed the ultimate tragedy for a woman! It's just that she shouldn't create more sorrows for innocent people because of her sorrow.

Zongzheng's sword-holding hand trembled, and his eyebrows frowned.

Zongzheng Yunhe's eyes changed slightly, but he didn't speak. He did lose to her in that matter, but he was also out of helplessness at the time. If there is a mistake, it is that as an emperor, he should not have love, especially in that period of internal and external troubles and turbulence, it is even more difficult to keep a complete love. To defend love, one must control the imperial power, and sacrifices must be made.

Fu Yuan took a deep breath, paused, and said: I never thought about keeping that child, I hate Rong Yi so much, why would I want to have a child for him? It was you, afraid that I would give birth to a boy, and you had to fulfill your promise at the beginning, so you poisoned me again and again, which made me make up my mind to keep that child and set up this revenge plan. At that time, I didn't expect that she was pregnant with two children, which was better and more convenient for my plan. Zongzheng Yuhe, even now, you owe me... still too much! You are still trying to use the 'Mandate of Heaven' to make me forget what you have done to me, and use me to control the remnants of my father's power. It is wishful thinking! How can I let you do what you want? "

Zongzheng said: "I want to give you a way to survive. You don't know what to do. You have done so many things, what else do you want?"

Fu Yuan said: "I just want you to understand that everything that happened today was caused by you alone. My son is dead, but your two sons are still alive, so their pain is far from over. You just Wait and appreciate it carefully." She thanked Saw Manyao and Zongzheng Wuyou from the corner of her eye.

Zongzheng Wuyou's face was gloomy, and his phoenix eyes gleamed coldly, "Hmph! Before that, I will ask you to repay the debt owed to my mother!"

Fu Yuan suddenly smiled and said, "Forget it, since you owe it, you have to pay it back. Do you two go together?"

"I am enough alone!"

"I'm enough alone."

Zongzheng Wuyou and Zongzheng Wuchou spoke in unison.

Fu Yuan said indifferently: "Let's go together. If you can defeat Aijia within a stick of incense, even if you win, Aijia will leave Zongzheng Yuhe with his life. If not, he will have to die." Said After finishing, she lit a stick of incense herself, and took a sword in her hand.

Looking at the sword in his hand, he felt a little strange. How long has it been since she took the sword? Her thoughts suddenly drifted away, and the woman who had run away from home unwilling to be reconciled to the fate appeared in front of her eyes. At that time, how young she was, with a free and unrestrained soul. Entering the rivers and lakes alone, relying on his unique knowledge, he is fearless. But, since when did she start to change beyond recognition? Trapped by love, imprisoned by hatred for the soul.

She took a deep breath, restrained her thoughts, held the sword, and jumped onto the two-foot-high stone pillar on the high platform. She stood on the tiptoe of one foot on the top of the stone pillar, and the cold wind blew her gorgeous clothes. The dress fluttered, and the wide sleeves fluttered. Her face was flat, without the solemnity and nervousness that one should have when facing a big enemy. The long sword in his hand pointed obliquely in the direction of the deep palace, the sword energy blew into the air, and the cold light shone heavily. Under the white light penetrating the flying snow all over the sky, it blinded people's eyes.

Zongzheng Yuhe stared blankly, his eyes were slightly misty, and suddenly remembered the scene many years ago. Zizhu Terrace, under the waterfall rock, she is dressed in a light blue robe, her feet touch the clear stream, and a sword stirs up the waves. In the splash of the falling water, the sword dance is in full bloom, as beautiful as if she is in the light of ten thousand zhang The peerless fairy in the sky carved a line of words on the rock: "I wish to have someone, and the white head will never be separated." Then, she looked back at him and asked solemnly: "I have only one wish in my life, can you do it? If you can, I will give up my freedom and follow you."

Maybe, he was really wrong! Zongzheng Yuhe slowly lowered his head and closed his eyes.

Zongzheng Wuyou pursed his lips, narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, and with a flick of the sword, a sword light soared into the sky, with incomparable momentum. He jumped onto another stone pillar, the same is true for Zongzheng's lack of preparation.

Without any formality, Zongzheng Wuyou swung his sword straight to strike, without hesitation, Fu Yuan did not dodge or dodge, and blocked it with the horizontal sword.

A clanging sound pierced the sky and was deafening. The two long swords infused with strong inner strength struck each other, from the tip of the sword to the point where the hilts met, sparks flew and splashed, bursting into a gorgeous brilliance with the air of death.

The sharp sword energy encountered an equally powerful internal force, and it swept away in all directions like an explosion. Zongzheng flew away without a plan. Let the whole thing be overturned like a magic axe. The beams collapsed and flying tiles shot indiscriminately. In an instant, the world was dark, dark clouds gathered, and a violent storm blew up.

Manyao was stunned, this was the first time she saw Zongzheng Wuyou's real attack, it was much higher than she imagined, and Fu Yuan's martial arts were even more extraordinary. Under the blow of the two, both Zongzheng Wuyou and Fu Yuan were knocked back by internal force.

The army hundreds of feet away saw Zongzheng Wuyou and Fu Yuan jumping on the stone pillar from a distance, and they began to feel uneasy.

A general was in a hurry, stepped forward and said to Wu Xiangzi: "Marshal, lord, there is a fight inside, will the emperor be in danger? Let's go in and escort him."

The Ninth Prince couldn't help being startled when he saw that both of them retreated far away in the first round. He knew the martial arts of the seventh brother very well. He didn't expect that the Empress Dowager Qiyun was so powerful that he could compete with his seventh brother! It's a pity that the father is still in her hands, otherwise the army would rush in and shoot tens of thousands of arrows, no matter how powerful she is, it would be useless. He thought for a while, and suggested: "Wuxiangzi, let's go around the back and sneak in. If anything happens, we can help." Wuxiang Mazi was originally worried that the Empress Dowager Qiyun would use the concubine to threaten the emperor, but seeing him now When fighting inside, he felt relieved. Smoothing Shun's mane with his hands, he said calmly: "My lord, there is no need to worry. How can you not know the strength of the emperor?" "Back then, he was so self-sufficient, he looked down upon the heroes of the martial arts world, and thought he was invincible in the world, but he didn't go through twenty moves at the hands of that mysterious boy who suddenly appeared, and was almost cut in half by a sword. He immediately swore that he would follow that boy from now on. Young man, until one day he was able to defeat him, and in the next month, that young man even picked the seven most mysterious masters in the Jianghu, and he had Shura Qisha and Wuyin Building. The eight of them swore to be loyal to him to the death, but they all There is a wish, that is to defeat this boy. How many years have passed, that person is no longer the mysterious boy and they are no longer as frivolous and impetuous as before. king of

The Ninth Prince naturally believed in his seventh brother's martial arts and abilities, but he was still a little worried, after all, he had hostages in his hands. On the surface, Brother Qi doesn't seem to care about anything, but in his heart he still cares about his father. He turned his head and saw that Xiao Ke was teasing the child vigorously, and he couldn't help but wondered: "Hey, you still have the mind to tease the child? Aren't you worried about Liyue?" Xiao Ke rolled his eyes at him, "Sister Princess has such high martial arts , I'm not worried about her getting hurt, I'm only worried about... "

"worry about what?"

Xiao Ke thought for a while, and then said: "The poison in the princess sister's body has been cured, but I think there is still something wrong with her body. 'Destiny' is too overbearing, and it has been damaged in her body for too long. I am worried He's just too emotional and sad, I'm afraid... he will suffer from heart palpitations. If it's light, it's fine, but if it's severe, it's troublesome! Alas!" She couldn't help sighing.

On the high platform outside Xuanyuan Hall, the fighting was fierce. Zongzheng Wuyou's eyes were evil like a devil, and the deep hatred in his heart was revealed in his eyes.

At this moment, he has been looking forward to it for a long time. He is still considering whether to tear this woman into pieces or leave her alive with three thousand knives.

After a few more rounds, the sword energy rose into the air, and the wind sounded fiercely, covering the entire high platform, giving people a strong sense of oppression, as if someone had strangled their throats. Their figures are as fast as ghosts, making it difficult to tell which is the sword shadow and which is the human figure? The martial arts of the two seem to be incomparable. Seeing that more than half of the stick of incense has been burned, and neither of them shows signs of defeat, Man Yao can't help feeling a little worried.

Zongzheng Wuchou looked at the two people covered by the flickering sword light, and frowned. He knew that Fu Yuan knew martial arts, but he didn't know that her martial arts were so good! He lowered his head to see that most of the incense sticks had been burned, and he glanced at Zongzheng Yuhe. Although he is not Fu Yuan's son, no one can erase the pain that those five years of pursuit brought him, even though that person didn't know it was him. And the pain and torment he has suffered in his life cannot be separated from this person. Could it be that because he knew that he was not Fu Yuan's son, could he be that person all over the place? All of this is the man-made sin! But he couldn't bear to let him die after all.

The snow fell more and more, and in just half a stick of incense, the ground in the distance had been covered with a white layer, only around the brazier, the snow had already melted before it fell.

Seeing that time was running out, Zongzheng Wuyou swung his sword more and more urgently, his aura became fiercer and unstoppable. The encounter gradually became a disadvantage, especially after Zongzheng had no plans to join, Fu Yuan was even more dangerous.

The head of Tianqiu Sect's expression was no longer calm, and there was tension in his eyes. Man Yao's eyes turned, and when he was distracted, he quickly flew towards him. When he got to him, the head of Tianqiu Sect became alert, his eyes became angry, and the sword in his hand wanted to wipe Zongzheng Yuhe's neck.

Manyao was shocked, she had no sword in her hand to stop, without even thinking about it, she gathered her inner strength and raised her hand to grab the sword. She didn't feel the expected pain, and the sword in her hand made the sound of being broken, from the position where she held it in the palm of her hand to the hilt, it was broken inch by inch, and fell to the ground.

Manyao was stunned, she hadn't been able to adapt to the fact that her internal strength had increased so much, she looked at her hand in a daze. And the head of the Tianqiu Sect was even more shocked. She didn't expect her skill to be so different from three years ago, and her sword was shattered because she was unprepared. He immediately discarded the hilt of the sword, and stretched his five fingers to grab Zongzheng Yuhe's throat, and the castration was decisive.

Man Yao came back to her senses, and quickly stretched out her hand to beat the pulse of the master of Tianqiu Sect. It was fast and ruthless. The gaze of the master of Tianqiu Sect changed, and he immediately turned his wrist to avoid her hand. The grasp should be knocked on the back of the neck. Man Yao turned around and came to the side. While blocking his gesture with his hand, he raised his right leg and kicked hard at the heavy phoenix chair. The chair moved horizontally and drew a distance of more than three meters. Zongzheng Die He then left the area under the control of the head of Tianqiu Sect. She breathed a sigh of relief and concentrated on meeting the enemy. From the beginning to the end, the expression on Zongzheng Yuhe's face, which was in crisis, did not change. He just stared fixedly at the three fighting in mid-air.

Although Manyao has Rong Qi's internal strength, there are not many people in this world who can become her opponents, but the head of Tianqiu Sect can be regarded as one. She has practiced swordsmanship since she was a child, fighting with bare hands, she doesn't have much advantage, but the fist and palm routines of the master of Tianqiu Sect are extremely strange, and she is hard to guard against. She dealt with a dozen moves carefully, and suddenly something hit the ground behind her, She saw that the expression of the head of Tianqiu Sect changed drastically, and his moves became a bit messy. She saw the timing and hit his chest with a palm. The force of this palm was extremely heavy.

The head of the Tianqiu Sect snorted, took seven or eight steps back before he could stand still, spit out a mouthful of blood, the masked black cloth fell off his face, revealing a cheek that had not been seen for many years. Looking at it, it should have been many years, but it is still terrible. And on the neck under the burnt face, a dark purple oval scar was extremely eye-catching.

Startled slowly, he opened his eyes wide to look at him, and blurted out: "You are... uncle?!" She was startled, a little unbelievable, no wonder there was ecstasy in the wine back then, it turned out that his uncle Taishen and his father The same heart for Fu Yuan.

Tai Shen, the master of Tianqiu Sect, changed his face, Yan Guan flickered slightly, and rushed to Fu Yuan, who fell to the ground behind her, clutching his chest. "How are you? Are you seriously injured?"

Fu Yuan was hit by Zongzheng Wuchou's palm, her face was pale, she fell to the ground and gasped for breath with her eyes closed, as if she was seriously injured. She shook her head, but said nothing.

Zongzheng Wuyou put away his sword, quickly came to Manyao, raised her hand to look. He frowned, looking a little nervous.

Man Yao wondered, "What's wrong?"

Zongzheng Wuyou opened her palm and saw that the skin on the palm was intact and there was no sign of injury. He breathed a sigh of relief and said lightly, "It's nothing." Fu Yuan.

Fu Yuan panted a few times, then slowly opened her eyes, and saw Zongzheng Wuchou who was pointing a sword at her in front of her, with complex emotions flashing in her eyes: "Chier, you are still not cruel enough." Sword, why use palm?

Zongzheng looked at her helplessly, his hands trembled, but he didn't speak. Although everything she gave him these years was false, the feelings he had entrusted to her as a "mother" for more than 20 years were real. More than 20 years! More than 8,000 days and nights, What a long time. And how much he respected this woman in those twenty years, and how much he hates her now, but when it's time to strike, why does he feel so uncomfortable?

Fu Yuan smiled slightly, there was a little comfort, more bitterness, and she said quietly: "If you are my son, my son and Fen He's son, that would be great!" She once really regarded him as a It was her own son who came to love him, he was so smart, sensible, and filial, she had imagined countless times that it was her and Zongzheng Fanhe's child, but every time she thought of the pain deep in her memory, she would restrain herself. Can't stop her struggle for revenge.

Zongzheng Wuchou's face changed slightly, and he said in an extremely cold voice: "Your son is dead."

There was a trace of pain in Fu Yuan's eyes, and her heart trembled. She turned her head to look at Rong Qi who was not breathing, and jumped into the practice with a hint of sadness. She closed her eyes and opened them again, "Yes, my Qi'er, has already died."

Zongzheng Wuyou looked at her sideways, and asked coldly: "Chop the corpse into ten thousand pieces, Ling Chi three thousand knives, or five horses to divide the corpse, you choose."

Fu Yuan lowered her gaze, without even frowning, and said calmly, "As you like, you can do whatever you want to relieve your hatred. Or... Chiuer, help your mother choose." She said it very easily and flatly, as if in the capital. When she was in the palace, someone asked her: "Queen Mother, what do you want for lunch?" She smiled and said: "Chier, help mother decide."

Zongzheng's Wuchou's heart twitched slightly, watching her eyes grow more and more angry, the sword in his hand slowly reached her heart, gritted his teeth, and said word by word: "Don't use 'mother' to me anymore. These two words! Alright! If you let me choose for you, then you will have to spend three thousand knives first, and then cut the body into pieces, and finally the body will be broken into thousands of pieces, and the bones will be smashed into ashes." The voice was very cold, but there was an inexplicable tremor .

Fu Yuan listened to him with a smile, there was no reaction on her face, her eyes were as calm as stagnant water, as if they had nothing to do with her at the moment they were studying how to die. After he finished speaking, she just responded casually: "Okay."

"Master?!" Tai Shen, the master of Tianqiu Sect, frowned, the veins on his head were exposed, coupled with his disfigured face, he looked even more ferocious and terrifying.

Fu Yuan looked back at him, and sighed: "I told you not to follow me, but you just didn't listen. Let's live a good life, but why do you have to go to the palace to be a eunuch? There will be good results, but you just won’t listen.”

"I am willing!" Taishen pursed his lips a bit stubbornly, and his sharp eyes showed full of envy at this moment.

Zongzheng Wuyou raised his eyebrows, curled his lips and mocked: "The deep love between master and servant is really touching. I will be a good person once and let you master and servant go on the road together. Leng Yan," he called out to the collapsed Xuanyuan Palace With a cry, Leng Yan appeared, and Zongzheng Wuyou said again: "Have someone prepare for the death sentence, tell the executioner to leave one knife, and there are three thousand three hundred and fifty-six ways. One knife must not be missed. Leave her a breath, If a person dies before the body is divided by five horses, I will kill him!"

Leng Yan led away, Man Yao was a little startled. She frowned, looked at Zongzheng Wuyou's ruthless expression, and sighed, although she hated Fu Yuan very much, this way of dying was really too cruel.

"Princess," Xiao Xunzi called her suddenly, and took out a letter from his bosom, "This is from the emperor before he left."

Man Yao stared blankly, slightly puzzled, did Rong Qi leave a letter for her? Why didn't Xiao Xunzi bring it up earlier and wait until now to say it? She frowned, hurried over to pick it up and held it in her hand, feeling that Zongzheng Wuyou was looking at her, she looked back, Zongzheng Wuyou rolled her eyes, the corners of her mouth were tightly pursed, and her eyelashes drooped to cover up a trace of strangeness. color. She bit her lip and paused for a moment before opening it. There was only a simple line of words on Nuo Da's blank paper: "Rong'er, please give her a good time. This is my last request."

Man Yao was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at Zongzheng Wuyou's sinister expression, her heart sank. Holding the letter tightly, his fingertips turned white. It seems that Rong Qi expected this result a long time ago. He still loves his mother, no matter how his mother treats him. Thinking of this man, her heart ached and she slowly raised her head, "Wuyou, can you..."

You want to plead for her? "Zongzheng Wuyou interrupted and saw through her intentions at a glance, or he had already expected it when Xiao Xunzi took out the letter. His complexion was gloomy, his voice was cold, and he stared intently into her eyes , the fundus of the eyes seemed to be burning with a cluster of flames with gaps.

When Man Yao's throat was choked, she knew that Wuyou would react in this way, and she also knew that pleading for Fu Yuan for Rong Qi would be a kind of harm to Wuyou. But, can she refuse Rong Qi? The man who gave everything and even his blood and life for him has never asked her for anything for her all his life. This is his only and last request. Can she refuse?

She doesn't want to hurt Wuyou, but what can she do? Suppressing the bitterness in her heart, she tried her best to speak, not daring to look into Zongzheng Wuyou's eyes, and lowered her eyes: "She is indeed unforgivable, death is already the greatest punishment..."

Zongzheng Wuyou's eyes were fixed, and his voice was like an ice pick: "You seem to have forgotten, the humiliation of the red tent two years ago, and the disgrace a year ago? If death is the greatest punishment for a person, then these... What is it?"

Man Yao's body shook, she opened her mouth and said, "I..."

As soon as I uttered one word, the rest of the words were choked in my throat and could not be said. How could she forget the eternal pain? Life and death in the red tent wandered until the pain turned white, and I went back to Tongguan for three days and three nights and knelt down to dig a hole to bury the snow... The grief and despair at that moment will never be forgotten. She turned her head and looked at Rong Qi again, that miserable face that was drained of blood, those despairing eyes that were once full of pampering and affection, and then turned into ashes, the one who would use his own body to keep her safe even after death Rong Qi! And standing opposite her is her deep love without regret, Wuyou who has gone through vicissitudes with her, she can't beg him to understand her. He is such a proud man! Always loved her wholeheartedly.

Zongzheng Wuyou saw her looking at Rong Qi full of sadness and struggle, and he remembered how she held Rong Qi's hand and cried until his heart broke, and his heart twisted unconsciously, as if someone was holding Rong Qi's hand. The salt water whipped his heart several times, causing him to twitch in pain. The fire in his eyes dissipated, the forced calm was stripped away, and the sadness deep in his eyes revealed layer by layer. He may not care whether she is a descendant of the Qin family, or whether she is a pawn used by the enemy to control him, but he cannot care whether she still loves another man in her heart! He couldn't get a grain of sand into his eyes, and couldn't accept that the love he tried his best to protect was incomplete in the end.

The center of her brows was locked, her phoenix eyes were deep, and her thin lips were pursed lightly. She seemed to be frightened with great determination. After the fierce struggle, his voice did not have a trace of warmth, "I'll ask you again, you insist on pleading for her? "

Man Yao turned her head to meet his emotionless eyes, her heart tightened, and seeing such cold eyes made her heart tremble. Her breath was stagnant, trying to find her voice, "Worriless, I..."

Zongzheng Wuyou interrupted: "I will answer after thinking clearly."

He was so solemn, as if he was letting her choose, should she want him or Rong Qi?

The letter in her hand fell to the ground, and she wanted to say: "I'm not begging you to let her go, I'm just asking you to give her a happy death." But she didn't say that after all. Looking down at the condensed bright red under her feet, then looking up at him, she slowly said: "Wuyou, I hate her as much as you, she killed my parents and Hen'er, and made me work with the dead in this cold palace. I have lived in the dark of life in the United States for ten years. I admit that I loved Rong Qi, and I can't erase my past. This is because I am sorry for you! But I never regret falling in love with you. Ling Chi's punishment... It's really cruel. For more than 20 years, I think she must have lived a miserable life and will not be happier than us. Let her be happy! This is Rong Qi's last wish. I want him to die in peace .Worriless...is that okay?" The last sentence was asked cautiously.

Zongzheng Wuyou's body was stiff and he didn't respond. In his mind, there is only one sentence: she admits that she loves Rong Qi.

The clouds and mists in the sky dispersed, revealing the vast daylight, which had no temperature and was cold. But the flying snow was still flying and falling, piling up into injuries.

Zongzheng Yuhe, who was three meters away, suddenly opened his mouth and said with a sigh: "Wuyou, forget it, let her have a good time."

Zongzheng Wuyou picked up the sword and threw it on the ground, the sword pierced into the floor tiles and did not reach the hilt, the whole ground trembled. He turned away, not looking at her anymore.

Man Yao stared blankly at the sword, said softly to his back: "Thank you!" Then he looked at the expressionless Zongzheng Wuchou, "Ah Chou, I know you hate her deceit, But after all, she gave you warmth. And Rong Qi... He has never even felt this kind of pretended warmth. "

Fu Yuan couldn't help but tremble when she heard the last sentence. She really didn't give her son any warmth. In her heart, Rong Qi was the proof of the pain and shame she had suffered. She looked at Rong Qi as if she was looking at her past disaster.

The light in Zongzheng Wuchou's eyes changed, his eyebrows were tightened, and while he was meditating, Fu Yuan suddenly raised her hand to hold the sword against her chest, the sharp blade cut her palm, and blood gushed out, dripping In the eyes of a phoenix on her gorgeous robe, tears of blood were dizzy, and silent sorrow spread everywhere.

Zongzheng was stunned, Fu Yuan looked back at Zongzheng Yuhe who was sitting on the chair, and smiled sadly.

Surrounded by a dazzling halo all her life, this woman is known as one of the two beauties of the capital city. She is both civil and military, and has an alluring appearance. She was once the dream wife of the kings and grandchildren. People say that she has a good life, and if she enters the palace with such a beauty, she will definitely rule the harem in the future and be the mother of the world, but no one knows that what she wants in her life is just the phrase "I wish to have a person with one heart, and never leave each other". But fate is beyond our control. She went from being the daughter of a popular general to becoming a princess, then a queen, and now she is the queen mother of two countries. Those enviable titles that have been promoted step by step are the sad evolution of her life. She used to be a kind girl who sat alone on the window sill and fantasized about a better life in the future, and finally became a victim of the cold imperial power and other people's love. She once thought: "If she didn't love this man, she wouldn't hate him like this.

Zongzheng Yuhe looked at her eyes and smile, feeling a little bit embarrassed in his heart, but he had nothing to say.

Fu Yuan turned her head to look at her son Rong Qi again, she was so envious of his peaceful sleeping appearance. She has not slept so peacefully for more than twenty years. No matter day or night, closing her eyes is the nightmare that cannot be dispelled. In this life, others owed her a lot, and he owed others a lot, and it was not clear who owed whom more.

That's all, this life is suffering, sorrow or pain, so be it. She was also tired, even if it was revenge, watching others struggle and suffer, she also felt very tired. In the process of revenge, she never really felt happy, she just needed a reason to live. But today, when her son's death woke her up suddenly, did she really want to live? ! After all these years of revenge, is she taking revenge on others... or herself? In her heart, besides Zongzheng Yuhe's cruel heart and Rongyi's crazy insult, what she hates the most is her own innocence and simplicity back then! No wonder, she loved the wrong person! She didn't listen to her father's words and insisted on choosing such a man.

Her eyes drooped, all expressions faded from her face, only calm remained. She grabbed the sword and stabbed it into her chest, a mouthful of blood spurted out, but she didn't feel any pain at all. In fact, the way of death is no longer important to her, whether it is Ling Chi or quartered, those physical pains can never compare with the traumas in her heart.

"If crushing bones and ashes... can destroy people's souls and make people have no afterlife... I hope that you can crush my bones and ashes, so that I... will never live on earth."

Man Yao's heart trembled. How deep is the pain that would make a person wish to be crushed and die forever?

"Master!" Taishen called out in pain, with infinite sadness welling up in his eyes.

Fu Yuan's breath was already weakened, she turned her eyes to the sky, and saw the goshawk flying in the vast sky, it was so relaxed and at ease, it made people yearn for it. She slowly spread her smile and murmured: "Finally, it's okay...it's over..."

She had been waiting for this moment for so long! The fingers slipped to the ground and everything returned to peace.

Zongzheng stood there without a plan, looking at the sword in his hand and the blood blooming on the woman's body, he remained motionless. There is no sadness, and I don't feel relieved. It's just numbness, and I don't feel anything anymore. Let go of the sword and step back unconsciously.

Manyao worried: "Ah Chou?"

As if he couldn't hear it, Fu Tiao turned around quietly, and walked down the steps, his steps were heavy and slow, and a little vain, as if he was walking on clouds.

Zongzheng Wuyou looked at his back, feeling desolate, he frowned, his indifferent eyes flashed a strange look, watching Zongzheng Wuchou dragging two messy footprints on the snow under the high platform.

Zongzheng stared forward Wuchou, his eyes were empty, his handsome face was stained with wind and frost, and endless vicissitudes were carved in the corners of his brows and eyes.

This day was too long, so long that he seemed to have walked his whole life.

He led his horse and walked out of the square of Xuanyuan Hall in the snowstorm. Under the surprised eyes of hundreds of thousands of people outside, he used his solitary aura to isolate all the soldiers who wanted to come forward to inquire.

A generation of emperors had no way to govern, so he just walked out of everyone's sight, taking only one horse with him. That horse is the only partner who has never left him in his life for more than 20 years.

The biting cold wind blew his black cloak and fluttered behind him, showing a lonely expression. The goose-feather-like snow fell on his shoulders, covering his shoulders with a layer of white. His body lost the warmth of the past and lost the ability to melt ice and snow.

Just like that, he walked out of the palace of Qiyun Kingdom, out of everyone's sight, one person and one horse, galloping away in the strong wind, his back was desolate and lonely, as if he would never look back once he left.

Zongzheng Wuyou didn't stop them. They had been enemies for so many years, and they suddenly became brothers of the same mother. They couldn't adapt. Although those hatreds were fake, the harm they did to each other was real.

Taishen hugged Fu Yuan's body that was getting colder, his eyes diverged inch by inch, and they couldn't get together again. He said to Zongzheng Wuyou with a dull expression, "I want to take her away."

Zongzheng Wuyou frowned coldly, "When did I say I would let you go?"

Zongzheng Yuhe glanced at Taishen, his expression immediately reminded him of his mood when Yun'er died, he sighed, "There is nothing more sad than death. Wuyou, let them go, this is the end of the matter."

For a person who yearns for death, keeping him alive is the greatest punishment for him.

Tai Shen, the head of Tianqiu Sect, was also a well-known figure in Jianghu, with superb medical skills and martial arts, but for a woman, he voluntarily entered the palace as a eunuch, and only he himself knows how deep his affection is.

Zongzheng Wuyou let go of his clenched hands and said nothing more.

Lord Tai Shen's eyes were empty, he walked a few steps, and suddenly stopped, "After one month, I will have Concubine Yun's body sent back to the capital."

Zongzheng Wu and Zongzheng Yuhe were both taken aback, before they could say anything, Taishen had already flew away.

Sometimes this is the case. If you can forgive others properly, you may be able to bring yourself unexpected gains. If Fu Yuan hadn't been so persistent back then, maybe today, it would be a different scene.

In November of the 177th year of Cangxian in the Wanhe Continent, Emperor Qiyun died, and the cause of death is unknown.

On the same day, the Empress Dowager of Qiyun Kingdom passed away. There were rumors that she and Fu Yuan, the Empress Dowager of Lintian Kingdom, were the same person, but it is unknown whether it is true or not. Died by suicide, the reason is unknown.

On the same day, Zongzheng, the emperor of the Northern Dynasties of Lintian Kingdom, disappeared without a plan. According to reports, someone saw him galloping out of Qiyun Kingdom's imperial city on horseback, but his whereabouts are unknown.

So far, the split between the Southern and Northern Dynasties of Lintian Kingdom has come to an end, Qiyun Kingdom has been subdued, and the two great powers have merged into one. At the same time, good news came from Shacheng, the frontier pass of the Southern Dynasties. The Luo family army led by General Luo Zhi defeated the three kingdoms of Tuxian, Yishi, and Yushui.

In the 177th year of Cangxian in the Wanhe Continent, in December, the Supreme Emperor of Lintian Kingdom died of a serious illness and collapsed. He was buried in the imperial mausoleum with Concubine Yun.

In the 178th year of Cangxian in the Wanhe Continent, in February, Zongzheng Wuyou of the Southern Emperor ascended the throne in the capital of Lintian Kingdom as Emperor =, with the title of Emperor of Heaven. Among the six palaces, there is only the imperial concubine.

Sensing the threat, Wanhe and other countries in the mainland united together, and a million troops invaded from all directions. Lintian Kingdom is once again facing a crisis.

The capital, the imperial palace, Yunsi Palace.

This is the palace where Concubine Yun Gui originally lived. After renovation, Man Yao moved in. This palace is not luxurious, but it is exquisite enough. There are two rows of tall sycamore trees in front of the window of the bedroom. It is now April and just sprouted new shoots.

"I have met the princess." The maid saluted Xiao Xing. Not long after returning to the capital, Manyao recognized Xiao Ke as his righteous sister, and Xiao Ke was named the princess.

Xiao Ke waved his hand casually, and strode into the bedroom. Seeing Man Yao holding the child's clothes in his hand, sitting in a daze by the window, he stepped forward and asked, "Sister, what are you thinking?"

Man Yao looked back and said lightly: "It's nothing. Are the two children asleep?"

"Well, I'm asleep." Xiao Ke sat beside her, leaning on the table with his elbows, resting his chin, and said with a worried face: "Sister, what's the matter with you and the emperor? Why don't you talk? The emperor comes to see you every day." Ying'er, sit down for a while and leave, and sleep in the imperial study room at night, did you quarrel?"

It would be fine if it was just arguing. Manyao smiled wryly. After returning from Qiyun Kingdom, Zongzheng Wuyou didn't say a word to her, and he ignored her when she talked to him, as if he couldn't hear her. He came to visit his son at noon every day, sat for a while, and then left without saying a word, without even looking at her. She knows what he minds, but she has no way to untie his knot, and she can't deny her previous feelings just because she loves him now.

Xiao Ke said again: "Also, I heard some servants talking about why the emperor didn't make my sister a queen. I'm also curious, why didn't the emperor make her a queen because he likes her so much?"

Man Yao lowered his head and said: "It doesn't matter if it's canonized or not, it's just a false name."

"But, if they don't get a canonization, they will talk nonsense." Xiao Ke pouted, angrily.

No need to think about it, Man Yao also knew what those people were discussing at the meeting, it was nothing more than saying that she was going to fall out of favor, that the emperor would soon have a new love and so on. She is tired of hearing these things, not surprising. She smiled lightly, "It doesn't matter what others say, I live my own life, whether it's good or not, only I know. But you, how are you and Lao Jiu? If you think about it, you should settle down early and get rid of me It's something on my mind, so I won't worry about it when I leave."

Xiao Ke raised her brows, "My sister said such depressing words again, why don't you go, as long as my sister rests well, don't be angry, don't be too sad, if you want to open up, you will get better."

Man Yao lowered her eyes and said sadly: "You don't need to comfort me, I know my own body." These days I often feel chest tightness and breathlessness, she didn't dare to ask more about the two children, and most of them were left to the nanny. She often sits here in a daze, and she no longer participates in state affairs.

Xiao Ke's eyes darkened, "Sister, why didn't you tell the emperor? If the emperor knew, he would definitely not be so vindictive towards you again."

Manyao picked up the small clothes she personally made for the child, and sighed: "In the past, he only took care of Jiangnan, and there were endless state affairs. Now he has just taken over the Northern Dynasty and Qiyun Kingdom, and he is so busy that he doesn't even have time to eat and sleep. The various countries have gathered millions of troops to invade the border, these things are enough to worry him, let's not worry him any more, let him worry for nothing."

"Oh." Xiao Ke replied in a dull voice, suddenly remembered something, and said happily: "Sister, when I came, I saw that General Luo's class had returned to court, and I heard that he brought back a lot of tributes from the subordinate countries. , there are many rare treasures, do you want to take a look, sister?"

Manyao thought for a while, "It's good to go out for a walk." It's not a problem that the relationship between her and Zongzheng Wuyou will continue like this. In the past three months, she has thought a lot, and falling in love with two people is not what she wants, but It has become an unchangeable fact, and it will be useless to cling to the past. She was already sorry for Rong Qi, and she couldn't be sorry for Wuyou in the remaining days.

In the Hall of Yiqing, the emperor held a banquet to celebrate the achievements of General Luo and entertain the envoys of the subordinate countries.

In the spacious and magnificent hall, Zongzheng Wuyou sat alone at the head, habitually vacating half of the seat. At the bottom sat three envoys from the vassal states, General Luo Zhi, the Ninth Prince and several important ministers. Pushing cups and changing cups, everyone chatted happily. Only Zongzheng Wuyou remained expressionless, and when the envoys toasted him, he drank without raising his glass without saying a single unnecessary word.

As the banquet drew to a close, an envoy stood up and bowed to salute, respectfully saying: "Report to the emperor, this time I have come to Beijing to see the emperor, in addition to the tributes just now, my king has specially prepared seven dancers for the emperor. Miaoman, the dancing skills are extraordinary, I hope the emperor likes it." He said as he raised his eyes and peeked at the emperor who was sitting above.

Zongzheng Wuyou's expression was indifferent, "Thank Tuxian King for me." He was drinking alcohol while talking.

Outside the Yiqing Hall, when Man Yao arrived, before entering the hall, he heard the melodious sound of silk and bamboo coming out. When she was about to reach the door, she paused for a moment, and if she just went in like this, would she be left alone? If Wuyou still ignored her, it wouldn't look good to make trouble in front of the ministers and envoys.

"Sister, why don't you leave? Go in quickly, the emperor will be very happy to see you coming." Xiao Ke held her arm and urged.

Well, it doesn't matter if he pays attention to her or not, as long as he is happy in his heart. Thinking of this, she walked towards the main hall with Xiao Ke. As soon as they reached the door, both of them froze.

Looking from a distance, in the center of the hall, seven dancers danced enchantingly. They all have hot bodies, and the only coverings on their bodies are two translucent purple tulle. One piece is loosely wrapped around the chest, tied with a gold ribbon, revealing the deep groove and half of the white chest. With the twisting of the waist, it sways slightly, and it looks elastic and seductive. Another purple gauze was tied obliquely on the hips, and half of the pink and white slender legs were displayed in front of everyone's eyes. With a light lift, people's blood spurted, and they wished they could become the purple gauze on them. And the place where the purple gauze covers the important parts is embroidered with a black poppy, which adds a bit of mystery, as if there is a natural magic power, which attracts people to find out.

The make-up on their faces is delicate and magnificent, with a kind of exotic style, and the eyes are charming and seductive. With the seductive dancing posture, the fatal temptation, even a man can't take his eyes off.

People have seven emotions and six desires, and no one can resist the natural response. The men in the hall gasped, their gazes were dull, even Zongzheng Wuyou squinted his phoenix eyes, his eyes revealed a bit of drunkenness, and a trace of imperceptible desire was ignited in his eyes.

Manyao stood far away at the door. Compared with the bright lights in the main hall, her location can be said to be a dark place, unobtrusive.

Her complexion changed slightly, and she saw a dancer boldly stepping forward, half-kneeling in front of Zongzheng Wuyou's desk, lowering her head and then raising her head, throwing away her long black and smooth hair, straightening her chest, and wrapping her hands on her chest The golden ribbon in front of me is incomprehensible, and it is hard to bear to see it.

Zongzheng Wuyou's eyes darkened, he picked up a chopstick and touched the dancer's chin, raised one corner of his lips, and said with a half-smile, "You danced well."

The dancer girl was overjoyed to be praised by this handsome man who was like a god, and she wanted to use all her strength to take the opportunity to fly up to the branch. She winked, lowered her head and took one end of the chopstick in her mouth, slowly sticking out the tip of her tongue, her eyes were bewitching, and her posture was extremely provocative. The men watching aside couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

The smile on the corners of Zongzheng Wuyou's thin lips deepened a little. He slightly raised his brows, his narrowed phoenix eyes were evil and deep, and there was a trace of sharpness. He leaned forward slightly, "Did no one tell you that this kind of movement, It's very dangerous." After finishing the last word, the chopsticks in his hand suddenly moved forward, and before the woman could react, her throat had already been pierced. Without a cry, she fell to the ground with a bang, her charming face turned hideous with fear.

Everyone immersed in the provocative dance was shocked by this sudden change, and looked at the emperor's deep face, with cold sweat on their palms. The envoy who presented the dancers was even more frightened. These seven dancers were carefully trained by their king. So far, no man has been able to refuse their temptation, and the emperor Just now, there was a trace of desire because of that dance, why did he change his face in the blink of an eye?

The soft bodies of the other six dancers immediately froze, and they could no longer twist a little bit. They watched their companion who was dancing well just now die suddenly, and looked at the expressionless emperor above in horror. They were frightened. His face was pale and his whole body was shaking.

"The emperor calm down!" The prime minister was the first to react, and hurriedly bowed his head and knelt down. Everyone followed.

Zongzheng Wuyou didn't look at the woman on the ground, rolled his eyelids, and said in a deep voice: "The dance is very good, but I don't like it. She is just a little dancer, and she dares to play tricks in front of me! Hmph ! It really took the courage of the ambitious leopard!" His sharp eyes swept over the three envoys, and they shook their bodies and lowered their heads.

Xiao Xiangzi hurriedly called someone to drag the dancer away.

The envoy who presented the dancer girl kowtowed and said: "I failed to train them well, which made them angry with Longyan. I am guilty of crimes, please forgive me!"

The other two envoys also broke out in a cold sweat, secretly glad that their people had not yet presented. It is true that the emperor does not love beauty.

Zongzheng Wuyou picked up the cup in front of him, and said calmly, "Get up. The other six, you see who you like, so pick one and take it back."

The ministers looked at each other, how dare they say they like it, they just said in unison: "I dare not wait."

Zongzheng Wuyou raised his eyebrows and said: "Since you don't like it, then send it to the brothel. It's a pity that such a beautiful dance is buried in the deep palace. More people should see it."

The dancers' faces turned pale when they heard this, and they collapsed to the ground. Any woman sent to a brothel by imperial decree is not allowed to be redeemed, and can only stay there for the rest of her life.

The celebration banquet ended like this, Zongzheng Wuyou got up and left the table first among the crowd kneeling. Walking out of the main hall and seeing Man Yao standing far away, he was slightly taken aback, a gleam of light flashed in his phoenix eyes, and immediately went out again, lowered his eyelids, and walked past her indifferently.

Man Yao smelled the smell of alcohol wafting from him, and frowned, he never drank alcohol, but today he did!

"Worriless." She turned her head and chased after him. Zongzheng Wuyou paused unconsciously, then continued to walk forward without looking back.

Manyao followed behind him all the way to the imperial study. Watching him walk to the imperial case and sit down, she stood beside him.

Zongzheng Wuyou refrained from looking at her or talking to her. When she thought that there was another person in her heart, and thought that that person might be more important than him, now the sharp spike pierced her heart, and the pain was unbearable. Resisting the complex emotions surging in my heart, I opened a memorial and read it for a while, but couldn't read a word. His head was a little heavy. Since he was seven years old, he regarded alcohol as a hatred. This was the first time he wanted to drink. Wine is really not a good thing, even a dancer can arouse his desire.

Man Yao watched his eyes change a few times, and the veins in his temples were throbbing. She walked over, reached out and took the memorial in his hand and put it back on the table, "Take a rest when you are tired. I will review it tomorrow."

Zongzheng Wuyou still didn't look up at her, he got up straight and went into the back room by himself.

Man Yao ordered people to fetch water, and then sent them back. Sitting Zongzheng Wuyou on the edge of the bed, twisting the towel to help him wipe his face, Zongzheng Wuyou was startled, squinting at her.

Manyao chuckled and said, "What? Are you not used to me serving you? Or do you like those maids serving you?"

She smiled as if nothing had happened, as if she had returned to those happy and beautiful days in the past. Zongzheng Wuyou's heart twitched, and the hands in his sleeves were tightly clenched. Man Yao gathered his silver hair and wiped his tired face with a towel, her movements were very gentle.

Zongzheng Wuyou didn't move, and let her fiddle with him. The tenderness and sweetness gradually rising in my heart are mixed with bitterness and suffocation, struggling, as if I can't find the way out.

He suddenly felt that he was useless. In front of her, his self-confidence that he had always been proud of became nothing. It used to be Fu Tzu, but now it's Rong Qi. She didn't love Fu Tzu, but she did love Rong Qi. Both he and Fu Zhao have used her and hurt her, only Rong Qi's love is perfect, and it seems that it will never be surpassed.

He always thought that he was the only one who loved her the most in this world, but now, there is another Rong Qi, a man who also loves her deeply, never really hurt her, and gave his life for her!

Rong Qi's young life, to her, is like fireworks blooming in the dark night, staying at the most splendid moment and forever frozen. He didn't know how to surpass that man, he was afraid that he would not be able to compare with Rong Qi in his whole life.

After wiping his face, Man Yao knelt down and took off his shoes. Zongzheng Wuyou grabbed her and said, "What are you doing?"

Man Yao smiled slightly and said, "Will you wash your feet."

There was a strange look in Zongzheng Wuyou's eyes, "This is not what you should do."

Man Yao raised her head and said with a smile: "Why not? Isn't it what a woman in this world should do to serve her husband and wash his feet? I don't do it often, but this time, if you want me to wash your feet for you in the future, I won't agree. ” As he spoke, he wanted to squat down again, but before he could bend down, he picked it up and threw it on the bed.

Although the big bed covered with a brocade quilt was not particularly hard, she still felt dizzy for a while, and before she could figure out what was going on, his tall body was already leaning over.

With his arms on both sides of her neck, and his upper body slightly raised, he stared closely at her eyes with complicated eyes, as if he was struggling endlessly in pain and longing.

"Just remember that I am your husband." He remembered that when he found the village beside the imperial city of Qiyun Kingdom, those people called her his wife, Rong Qi's wife, and seemed to be very familiar with them. When I think about it, it feels like a thorn in my heart.

Man Yao raised her hand to touch his face, such a handsome face made her feel ashamed as a woman. She said: "Of course I remember. You are my husband, the lover of this life, before, now, in the future, and forever..."

"Then... what about Rong Qi? I am your husband, and who is he to you?" He squinted his eyes and asked her in a cool voice.

The light in Man Yao's eyes changed, and pain flashed across his eyes. Rong Qi, every time she thinks of that name, she can't help but feel heartache. She lowered her eyes and turned her head slightly.

Zongzheng Wuyou's eyes sank, and he stretched out his hand to touch her face, not letting her avoid it, "Why didn't you say it? Are you impressed by me?!"

She opened her mouth and sighed, "Wuyou, can we...don't mention him?"

"Why didn't you mention it? Because he made your heart hurt?" His sharp eyes pressed directly into her eyes, making everything about her invisible.

Man Yao said with difficulty: "He is no longer here..."

"Who says he's not here?" Zongzheng Wuyou pointed to her heart, his eyes were pained, and his voice was sad: "He's here with you." That was what he cared most about.

"Worriless..." Man Yao called him weakly. She knew that he couldn't rub sand into his eyes, and that he wanted to give up everything he wanted was a complete love, but what could she do now that things had come to this?

Breaking free from his hand, she turned her head sideways and watched the bamboo shadows swaying outside the window. Through the window, a few shadows were printed on the yellow bed curtain held by the black gold carved hooks in front of the bed, sometimes deep and sometimes light, but always there. there.

Zongzheng Wuyou suddenly softened his arms, and lay on her body, stroking her thin shoulders with his slender fingers. He didn't want to force her either, but he was really scared.

He buried his face in the crescent of her neck, and the two bodies were pressed against each other tightly. The faint fragrance from her body spread out, lingering around the tip of his nose if there was nothing. His body froze slightly, and the desire that had been aroused and suppressed just now was released immediately, and the alcohol in his body was even more fueling at this moment.

His eyes dimmed, as deep as a pool. look up at her.

Manyao felt the changes in his body, and when she looked back, she saw the strong longing that suddenly appeared in his eyes, as well as the aura of desire that made his heart beat faster.

She was suddenly a little scared. They haven't had intercourse for more than a year, and they don't know if their bodies can bear such intense movements now.

Seeing her frowning, Zongzheng Wuyou felt fear in her eyes, his heart sank, and he subconsciously thought, now she even has scruples about being with him? Thinking of this, all kinds of emotions are gathered in my heart, I can't tell whether it is pain or anger?

Man Yao didn't pay attention to his expression at the moment, but felt a little out of breath after being pressed down by him for a long time.

"Worriless..." She wanted to wake him up, but before she could speak, he suddenly lowered his head and kissed her.

His lips were hot and pressed tightly together, his kiss was fierce and eager, as if he had missed it for a long time. Feeling like an electric shock, her body trembled slightly, and the long-lost leaks in her body were instantly ignited.

Panting quickly, her heart beat faster, like a drum beating. He raised his hand to hook his neck, and was about to respond, but his lips suddenly left.

She was slightly stunned, and raised her eyes to see the intoxicated struggle in his eyes that was too late to put away, as well as his efforts to restrain himself. She frowned slightly, feeling the sharp rise and fall of his chest, and his hot breath spraying on her face.

"Wuyou, you..." Before she had time to say anything, he swung his big palm and tore her clothes fiercely, exposing her snow-white breasts. His eyes darkened, his breathing was heavy, and he quickly took off all the clothes on her body.

The yellow curtain fell, isolating the two of them from the outside space, covering a bed of spring scenery.

The palace lanterns hanging from the four corners of the room exude a soft light, and through the silky and smooth bright yellow bed curtain, the faint and hazy light shines on the two of them, adding a sense of dream.

She looked at the man on her body, only to see that his eyes were no longer cold, his passion was overflowing, and his fiery eyes were staring at her infatuatedly.

"Aman," he lowered his head and whispered in her ear, his voice hoarse with lust, but his tone was extremely gentle, "Say...you love me."

His big hands covered the softness of her chest, and rubbed her sensitive part gently and gently, and she trembled all over, moaning softly involuntarily. "Well... Wuyou, I... I love you!"

His hands increased strength, soft lips moved against her ears, the scorching temperature made her body tremble, she heard his panting, and the hearts of both of them were beating fast.

Inside the yellow tent, the temperature of the entangled skin of the two suddenly climbed to scalding hot, and the air was filled with a strong ambiguous atmosphere, with a posture that was hesitant to talk.

Zongzheng Wuyou said softly in her ear again: "Aman, tell me...you only love me."

The leakage points in Man Yao's body receded instantly, her body stiffened. Even Zongzheng Wuyou's body froze.

Why is she still sober at this time? Can't you be distracted and deceive him? He stopped his movements, lowered his head and leaned on her chest, greedily smelling the long-lost charming fragrance from her body, his heart felt sour.

How long had he not touched her? The last time I hugged her seemed to be a year ago, and then we separated because of the child, and then disappeared for half a year. When we met again, the territory that belonged to him in her heart was invaded, and his world was destroyed like that!

A strong sadness permeated the yellow tent, replacing the previous thick ambiguity.

Man Yao's heart tightened, and he put his hand on his face, but he suddenly rushed into her body without warning, wanting to possess everything about her, proving that the woman under him belonged to him, completely and exclusively. No one can take him away.

The tearing pain suddenly hit, Man Yao's chest was suffocated, and she almost passed out. She opened her mouth and breathed heavily, but still felt breathless. A pair of hands tightly grasped his arm, fingers glowing light blue.

"Worriless... I, I... can't." She said with difficulty, frowning tightly, her face pale.

Zongzheng Wuyou was startled, stopped in a hurry, lifted her back slightly, put one hand on her back with internal force to protect her heart veins, and put the other hand on her chest to gently smooth her breath.

Only then did Man Yao slowly come to her senses, seeing the remorse in his eyes and the painful struggle, she grabbed his hand. The more violent and capricious he is, the more she can feel the despair in his heart.

She pulled him down and hugged him. This man she loves and feels distressed about, she doesn't know what to do to stop him from despairing?

"Worriless... I love you, you have to trust me." She whispered in his ear very gently.

Zongzheng Wuyou buried his head in the crook of her neck, and wrapped his hands tightly around her slender body. He closed his eyes and moved in her body, carefully testing her body's reaction.

The pain gradually dissipated, wave after wave of passion surged, and the wet touch made him unable to hold back any longer.

The wild rhythm and rough possession left bruises on her body.

"It's not enough, just loving me...isn't enough!" He slammed into the deepest part of her body, and the crazy pleasure and the suffocating dull pain entangled and rolled on the tip of his heart.

She opened her blurred eyes, and because of the excessive joy of her body, the sound of sobbing overflowed from her throat, and she couldn't say anything. Ten fingers clutched the bed sheet under her body tightly, her brows were frowning, and she couldn't tell whether it was because of the extreme heartache or the extreme happiness of her body. It's just, trembling, trembling unceasingly, body and mind.

Zongzheng Wuyou's eyes were complicated, the light in his eyes was always dim and not as bright as before. He stared fixedly at her eyes, as if he wanted to see through every expression in her eyes, and he kept repeating the sentence: "Not enough... Aman, not enough! Your love... is incomplete... Tell me, you just Love me alone!"

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Extra Story Soul Returns (1)

When my body could no longer carry my life, when my soul left my body, at that moment, I suddenly had a strong resentment towards life.

I am not willing to leave this world like this! Unwilling to succumb to the merciless manipulation of this cruel fate!

My husband, my child, my parents and sister in this life, and brother Qi who gave everything and even his life for me... I love them!

In my previous life, I was used to death, and when I was reborn in this life, what I hated and could not tolerate the most was cheating and taking advantage of me, but in this life, I have never escaped from the palm of fate, and I am still a star piece.

The seven years of the Qin family have made me, who had a cold personality in the previous life, feel an unprecedented warmth, and awakened the longing for love buried deep in my heart. I cherish this hard-won family relationship, so the Qin family was kidnapped and taken away. It hit me so hard. So, I chose a path that was very difficult for me.

I walked into Qiyun Kingdom and became the princess Rong Le who grew up in the cold palace. My purpose is to wait for the day when I will go to the royal family of Lintian Kingdom with my in-laws as Princess Rongle, find the murderer who framed my parents, and avenge my parents.

In the cold palace of Qiyun Kingdom, there are no flowers in spring, no warmth in summer, yellow withered leaves in autumn, and ice and snow in winter.

I live here alone, facing a crowd of lunatics, wearing dirty clothes from the dead, and making myself look like a lunatic.

Hiding in a corner of the dilapidated house during the day, hugging my small body at night, sleeping on the cold floor, watching the strange white silk fluttering in the wind... no one ever asked me if I was hungry? Is it cold? Those who cared about me and gave me warmth have left me forever!

I am guarding an old piano, plucking the strings constantly against the score, the cool white moonlight shines on me through the broken window, I occasionally look back at the shadow on the ground, I hope it can understand me The unspeakable grief hidden in my heart.

The tender skin on the fingers was worn away, and the bright red blood dyed the body of the piano with a strange coquettish. I looked at it, my hand still refused to stop.

I took the sword manual given to me by the man in black, and practiced the same movement repeatedly in the middle of the night stepping on the dead leaves in the garden. Lying on the ground, looking at the dark sky like a black hole under the abyss, devouring the light of the world, feeling the withered yellow leaves fall on my body and face, covering my small body. I couldn't help but wonder if it would be a relief if I lay down like this all the time?

I finally got up! In this icy cold palace, I spent ten long and lonely springs and autumns alone.

One night in the spring when I was fifteen, I couldn't help but want to go out and see the world outside the cold palace. So I dug out the high courtyard wall of the Leng Palace all at once, found a set of maid's clothes, and went to a secluded garden that was rumored to be haunted.

It was supposed to be an exquisite place, but it was abandoned because of rumors of ghosts. However, for me, who has been in the dilapidated place of Lenggong for eight years, it is like a fairyland.

In the garden, there are clear lakes and clear waters, shaded by trees, and an octagonal pavilion above the stone steps, surrounded by trees, it is difficult to see the whole pavilion.

I saw that there was no one around, and it was very quiet, so I sat on the grass on the other side of the pavilion, hugging my knees, leaning against the tree, and staring at the crescent moon reflected in the lake. I think the moon is also lonely, right? Just like me, there is only a lonely shadow to accompany me every day and every night.

I fell in love with this place, and I would come here every night in the dead of night, and leave when it was about to dawn, like a lonely soul wandering in the dark night, unable to see the sun.

Suddenly one day, on a whim, I flew across the lake to practice lightness kung fu. When approaching the other side, I suddenly heard a slight cough not far away, and I was shocked. When did people come here? I don't know!

As soon as the condensed internal force dissipated, I fell into the lake.

Although I used to know water, but I have not been swimming for more than ten years, and I am already unfamiliar with it. In addition, the water in this season is very cold, so it took me a lot of effort to get out of the water. Touching his face, he raised his eyes and saw a young man covered in moonlight in the pavilion not far away.

He looked at me, who was like a drowned chicken, and smiled softly. His smile was gentle and elegant, but I forgot to worry, and I felt angry.

I raised my eyebrows and watched, staying motionless in the water.

He came out of the pavilion, stepped down the stone steps, and walked towards me. Every step, every movement, is unhurried and extremely elegant, obviously with good cultivation and quality. He stood on the shore not far from me, and I saw his face clearly. His eyebrows were like distant mountains, his eyes were like stars, his face was handsome and gentle, his temperament was elegant and noble, his figure was tall and a little thin.

I haven't seen such a man for a long time, no, it should be said that I haven't seen a decent man for a long time, let alone such a handsome and elegant man who makes people defenseless, I couldn't help being stunned.

"Aren't you coming up yet? Isn't the water cold? Be careful you'll freeze yourself." He smiled slightly and stretched out his hand towards me. His fingers are slender, and the skin on his hands is pale.

His elegant and caring voice suddenly dissipated the gloom in my heart. I stared at his outstretched hand in a daze. For eight years, once someone saw me as a person, and once someone cared about my body, even though it might just be a casual sentence, or just his habitual concern for others, it doesn't matter who the object is. But I still can't stop feeling sad. I know that this young man's identity is not simple, and I also know that the distance between me and him is hundreds of thousands of miles away, so I turned my head slightly to avoid his hand, and climbed onto the shore by myself, and then, under his surprised gaze Under his gaze, he just left without saying a word.

I was suddenly afraid that there would be a warm feeling in my heart, and that once I had longing, I would not get used to the cold and loneliness in the future. And this man, the bond between me and him, was doomed on this day.

On the second day, I couldn't help but went again. I didn't look at the pavilion, but I clearly felt a pair of eyes looking at me. I suspect that he was also there in those days before, but I didn't know it.

We spent silent nights with each other silently like this, I think he is also lonely, otherwise, he would not like such a deserted garden like me, but his loneliness and loneliness are hidden. deeper than me.

I gradually got used to having such a pair of eyes looking at me, making me feel that I really exist in this world. I am used to being accompanied quietly by someone, even if we are alone. Until one day, when I went again, he disappeared, and I felt a little lost in my heart, only to realize that my silent heart had become dependent on a strange man who knew nothing, and I was shocked, could it be Is it too cold in the cold palace, or is life too lonely?

I came to the lake in a gloomy state, and suddenly wanted to practice swordsmanship, so I broke off a willow branch and practiced by myself. I don't know where this sword manual comes from, I only know that I should practice it well so that I will be able to avenge my parents in the future. When I practiced the eighth style, I felt that something was wrong, and I felt irritable in my heart. Huyou held my hand with one hand, and said softly in my ear, "This is not right."

I froze for a moment, not knowing when he would arrive by my side.

He let me go as if nothing had happened, and also broke a willow branch, and easily practiced the moves that I couldn't practice correctly just now. I froze. He had already stopped his movements, and asked with a smile, "Did you see clearly?"

I didn't answer, but just asked: "Why do you have this kind of swordsmanship?"

His eyes moved, and he asked back: "I should be the one who asked you, why do you know the royal swordsmanship?"

I was slightly startled, this sword technique is actually a royal sword technique? ! Who is the man in black who gave me the sword technique? And the young man in front of him is undoubtedly one of the many princes of the royal family! I frowned and thought to myself: What should I do? Known by him! Stealing imperial swordsmanship is a capital offense. Even if I am a princess, if a princess in the cold palace practices swords privately and steals out of the cold palace, if it gets out, it will definitely arouse suspicion. I frantically raced through my mind, thinking of countless possibilities, each of which was enough to cost me my life. Unless this person dies, my life can be guaranteed!

He seemed to have read my mind, turned around, tilted his head and smiled slightly: "You don't want to kill me, do you? Your current martial arts, I'm afraid... not enough!"

It was somewhat embarrassing to be exposed by others, I forced myself to calm down, looked at him, and didn't speak. And he just looked at me lightly, and didn't delve into the question, as if he asked his question just to answer my question.

I couldn't figure out his thoughts for a while, and I didn't dare to speak too much. I thought this person was not as simple as he appeared on the surface. I looked around helplessly, my heart was in chaos. He suddenly took my hand and led me up the stone steps to the pavilion, I couldn't even struggle.

He said as he walked, "If you want to see the whole scenery, you can only stand on a high place."

I'm not used to being so close to people, so when I arrived at the pavilion, I quickly broke away from his hand and took a few steps back.

He didn't seem to care, and walked straight to the edge of the pavilion, with his back to me, looking at the scenery below. I looked at his back, his thinness reveals the dignity and perseverance in his bones, and I feel that a person like him should stand at a high place and look down on everything.

"Aren't you curious about my identity?" I asked suddenly.

His eyes turned slightly, but he didn't look back at me, he just said lightly: "In this palace, everyone has their own identity and purpose, if you don't tell me, why should I ask?"

Since then, our conversations have gradually increased, and I have also become lively, with a smile that never leaves the corner of my lips, although the smile hides bitterness.

We used to practice sword together until we were sweating profusely, and then we would sit on the grass next to each other to rest. In the past, the days that felt boring and boundless became meaningful because of another person.

I struggled in love and hatred and couldn't find my way. I know that one day, I will marry and go to Lintian Kingdom. I have been looking forward to it, but now, I am afraid of that day. At that time, I never dreamed that there would be such a person who would become the love of my life!

In the two years after Rong Qi's death, I often asked myself, if I hadn't lost the memory of those seventeen years, with my feelings for Rong Qi, would I still fall in love with Wuyou without hesitation?

I have never been able to find the answer, but when my soul left my body, when I saw Wuyou appearing in front of my bed, I clearly felt the unbearable pain in his heart, the despair as if the world was being destroyed... At that moment, I think I know, whether I am amnesia or not, I will love him! Because he is Zongzheng Wuyou! I can't refuse a man who can give birth to me, take away my pride for me, and bear the whole world!

In this life, I am doomed to owe Rong Qi. He is so good! He gave his blood and life for me, and I willingly obeyed the "Mandate of Heaven" for him. I was so sad because of his death that I was left with palpitations. Although the feelings he paid for me were so heavy that I couldn't pay back, I In the end, I gave my life back to him. I thought, in this way, I can owe less, but I am even more ashamed and worry-free!

On that day, the setting sun at dusk was covered with a layer of sadness, covering the entire palace. The cold autumn wind slapped the windows mercilessly, and the withered yellow sycamore leaves fell to the garden.

My soul is floating in the air, watching my children shaking my body, crying helplessly, I am heartbroken, I want to attach that body again, open my eyes and tell them: "Don't cry, mother still Here." I walked through that cold corpse time and time again, unable to become one with it.

When Wuyou stepped into that room, he stood in front of me in disbelief, staring blankly at the lifeless corpse, he didn't cry from grief, didn't collapse from despair, he just stood there quietly, quietly It's scary. He didn't do anything, just said softly: "Aman, I... am back."

If there is life in the soul, if the soul can cry, I will cry until I can't breathe. At that moment, I seemed to see his life withering, and I seemed to hear the sound of his heart breaking... He was so desperate, so desperate that he didn't even have the strength to grieve.

I stretched out my hand, trying to comfort him, but no matter how hard I tried, my hand just penetrated his body and couldn't touch him, my hug... he couldn't feel it anymore!

Ghost Return (2)

On the day of the wedding, Man Tian followed Zongzheng Wuyou all the time, watching him hold her body as he walked through the capital's streets one after another, walking slowly on the red carpet covered with flowers. The way he looked at the person in his arms was so gentle, and the smile on his lips was full of happiness and sweetness... But her heart seemed to be soaked in the bitterest medicine in the world, unspeakably sour and bitter, unspeakable. The endless spread is in her soul.

Wedding candles in the bridal chamber should have been a sweet and lingering night, but he hugged a cold body, opened his empty eyes and looked at the burning dragon and phoenix red candles, and spent a long and lonely wedding night of.

That night, he thought that he was the only one in grief and despair, but he didn't know that she was actually beside him, standing in front of his bed, crying bitterly with her hands covering her mouth but silently uttering it.

How much she wished that a body could be borrowed from her to talk to him temporarily at this time, no matter whether the body is male or female, old or young, beautiful or ugly... it doesn't matter, she just wants him to know that she In fact, she has never left, and she has always been by his side to accompany him, but for her, this is just a luxury! All she can do is rely on her obsession with him to keep her soul from leaving, and stay with him in this most powerless posture.

The wind outside the window suddenly picked up, and the window was blown open a gap, the cold wind poured in, the bed curtain swayed lightly, and the candlelight flickered, dying to be extinguished.

The body of the woman in Zongzheng Wuyou's arms was as soft as before, his hand touched her pale face, the skin was still delicate and smooth, but it was no longer warm. He pulled the quilt and covered her tightly. He thought, can she be warmer in this way?

The emperor got married for three days. And these three days, he guarded his beloved woman, never stepped out of the bedroom, and did not allow anyone to come in to disturb her.

On the evening of the third day, Yunsi Palace, outside the bedroom.

Xiao Ke held Nian'er's hand, looked at the door of the bedroom worriedly, frowning.

The Ninth Prince was pacing back and forth in the yard with his hands folded, his brows furrowed tightly, his mind kept spinning, what reason could he find to go in and see if there was anything wrong? He squinted at Zongzheng Ying who was standing in front, that little man who looked very similar to Seventh Brother. He went around and knelt down in front of Zongzheng Ying, looking at this little brat's face that even God would be jealous of, he always wanted to reach out and squeeze it.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, Zong Zhengying immediately backed away, looking at him with slanted phoenix eyes vigilantly.

The Ninth Prince didn't succeed in one move, and he wasn't depressed. He looked at the little man in front of him, his bright eyes gleamed with calculations, and he took on the posture of an elder, and laughed in a voice that made people feel tired: "Little Yinger, guess what your father is doing in the house these days?"

Seeing his smile, Zong Zhengying shrunk his neck unconsciously, drooped his long eyelashes, thought for a while, and shook his head blankly.

The Ninth Prince raised his index finger, pretending to think seriously, then clapped his hands suddenly, and said with a smile: "Ah! Your mother must have woken up! Go in and have a look!"

Zongzheng Ying's eyes lit up first, then darkened again, he raised his eyebrows to look at him, and asked in a childish voice, "Why didn't Uncle Jiu go?"

The Ninth Prince was stunned, and thought to himself: This kid is a bit tricky! Not easy to cheat! He rolled his eyes, and smiled again: "I... oh! I'm an outsider, so it's not convenient for me to enter your mother's bedroom. You are her son, so of course you are the one to go in and see! Go, go!" Zheng Ying's small body pushed him away.

Xiao Ke stared at him, with contempt in his eyes, and said coolly: "Since when did you treat yourself as an outsider? It's so strange! Look at you, you dare not go in by yourself, and trick a three-year-old child to open the way for you, you Is it shameful or not?"

The Ninth Prince stared back at her, gritted his teeth viciously, "Smelly girl, if you don't speak, I won't treat you as dumb. He is no ordinary child, he is the only son of Seventh Brother and Li Yue! Only when he enters... It is the safest!"

Xiao Ke disagreed and said, "I don't think so. These days, I haven't seen how kind the emperor is to Ying'er! Since the emperor came back to now, he has not spoken more than three sentences to Ying'er, and each sentence does not exceed six words. .You let him in, in case the emperor gets angry, if there is something wrong with him, will you be worthy of the princess sister?"

Ninth Prince's face froze, and his face was tightly wrinkled.

Zongzheng Ying probed, looked at the face of the Ninth Prince, and suddenly said: "Uncle Ninth, your face looks like a bun!"

The Ninth Prince was taken aback, "What? Hey! Brat, whose face do you think looks like a steamed bun?!" The Ninth Prince jumped up from the ground in a jerk, and just wanted to say, "I'm so suave, handsome... the only beauty in the world. Man, you actually compare my face with Baozi?!"

At that time, Zongzheng Ying had already walked in front of Xiao Ke, and said pitifully, "Auntie, I'm hungry."

The Ninth Prince was immediately discouraged, and once someone looked at him, he would feel hungry in the coming year! He looked up at the sky and was speechless. Pity his unparalleled handsome face!

Seeing that the Ninth Prince was rarely deflated, Xiao felt relieved, forced himself to hold back his laughter, took Zongzheng Ying's hand, and said earnestly, "Ying'er, you can't compare your Ninth Uncle's face with Baozi in the future."

"Why not?" Zongzheng Ying asked cooperatively.

"Because such a comparison... I'm so sorry..." She paused for a moment, and seeing the Ninth Prince looking towards her with gratitude for the first time, Xiao Ke smiled brightly, and continued: "Hehe... so hi really I'm sorry... Bun!"

"You!" The Ninth Prince stared and became angry. Rushing forward to catch Xiao Ke, Zongzheng Ying turned his head and shouted at the door of the bedroom: "Ah! Father!"

The Ninth Prince immediately stopped his movements, turned his head and looked towards the door, the door was closed tightly, where is anyone?

"You kid, how dare you lie..." Before he finished speaking, he turned around and saw no one behind him. Xiao Ke ran away early with the two little ghosts. The Ninth Prince stamped his feet angrily, "Okay, you guys...! Don't let me catch you... Hmph!"

"If you keep making noise, get out of the palace!" A low voice suddenly came from the bedroom, extremely displeased.

Ninth Prince was startled, quickly covered his mouth, and fell silent. Secret channel is bad! Being so angry with that stinky girl and kid, it would be a disaster if she was kicked out of the palace. His palace is being repaired, and he moved into the palace after a hard time, but he can't be kicked out. His eyes were wide open, and his eyes rolled around a few times. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind. His heart moved, and he thought: You stinky girl, you are always against me. Watch me marry you home. Take care of you! snort!

With a certain idea, he approached the door of the bedroom lightly.

The bedroom is very quiet. The setting sun shines through the window on a square table in front of the window. The top-grade red sandalwood is carved with dragon and phoenix pictures on the four corners, which is lifelike. There was a chess board on the table, and on the inside of the board was a roll of bright yellow silk brocade, which was used to write the oracle, and under the brocade was a piece of white paper with writing on it.

Zongzheng Wuyou turned his back to the door, leaned lazily on the chair, propped his head on one hand, his white hair fell down his slender arms, fluttering in the breeze. He put on a loose robe, opened the lapel casually, held a black chess piece in his hand, and looked at the woman with her eyes closed and her face serene on the soft couch opposite.

"Aman, it's your turn." His voice was extremely gentle and soft. It's like those good afternoons in Liwang's mansion a long, long time ago.

Man Yao, who was floating in the air, was shocked when he heard that these years, all their energies had been devoted to stabilizing the court, stabilizing the country, avenging revenge, breaking one conspiracy after another, and never calmed down to play a game of chess. Now, although the hatred has disappeared and the world is stable, she cannot share the peace with him.

Man Yao moved to the front of the couch, looking at the evenly matched situation in the game, she stretched out her hand to twist a red letter, but her transparent fingers were useless. Her heart was suffocated, and she raised her eyes to look at the man on the opposite side. The unknown sad eyes could not meet in one place no matter what.

"Wuyou, what should I do? I really want to play a game of chess with you again... I really want to relive those beautiful days... But God won't give me a chance!" There is no way to vent all the pain. Going around the table, she came to him, sat next to his chair, leaned down, and placed her transparent body in his arms. Although she couldn't feel the warmth of his body at all, she tried to find some comfort in this way to support her exhausted soul. She didn't know, if things continued like this, one day she would suddenly vanish into ashes.

"Brother Seven." The Ninth Prince pushed the door open a crack, poked his head in, and called out tentatively.

"Tired of staying in the palace?" Zongzheng Wuyou glanced sideways, without looking back at him, his voice was low, but he didn't get angry.

"No, no!" The Ninth Prince waved his hands again and again, "I'm... I'm here to ask Seventh Brother to marry me. I want to marry you... oh, no, it's Xiao Ke, hehe... I want to marry Xiao Ke to be me Wife, this is also Seventh Sister-in-Law's wish, I hope Seventh Brother will make it come true!"

Zongzheng Wuyou raised his brows slightly, "You still need to give a marriage to marry a wife?"

The Ninth Prince chuckled dryly, and then said very reverently: "Eldest brother is my father. Seventh brother, you are my only brother. Of course, my marriage needs your consent."

Zongzheng Wuyou tilted his head and looked at him sideways. The Ninth Prince's smile froze, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "Uh... well, it's not all because of this, and... Seventh brother, you know, Xiao Sha has prejudice against me. He doesn't want to marry his sister to me, and he's looking for a good husband for her everywhere." He rolled his eyes as he spoke, his tone extremely depressed. Then said: "However, that stinky girl attaches great importance to her brother's wishes, saying that as long as her brother doesn't agree, she won't marry until she dies, and I'm so mad! I don't want her not to marry, I think I am a majestic King Jiang, romantic and suave I don’t know how many women want to marry me, but their brothers and sisters are so ignorant!”

Zongzheng Wuyou's eyes changed, and he was in a trance for a moment. Looking at the angry expression of the Ninth Prince, he suddenly thought of himself.

At that time, he was arrogant and arrogant, thinking that having obtained her body and her feelings, that woman would never be able to escape from his palm. Unexpectedly, the person who could not escape was actually himself. But he didn't know it, broke her heart, and still pinched her chin like that, trying to break her arrogance, and asked her in such a contemptuous and disdainful tone if she knew how many women in this world wanted to marry him? At that time, he didn't understand that even if there were thousands of women who admired him in this world, if it wasn't the one he wanted to marry, it would all be in vain.

"Seventh Brother, Seventh Brother... what are you thinking?" Seeing him in a daze, the Ninth Prince stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes.

Zongzheng returned to his senses without worry, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, "Old Jiu, do you want to follow in my footsteps?"

The Ninth Prince was taken aback, "Huh? I..."

Zongzheng Wuyou glanced at the woman on the opposite side, pulled out the piece of paper under the bright yellow silk brocade, and handed it to the Ninth Prince, "After you think about it, tell me, do you want to marry Xiao Ke?"

The Ninth Prince took it suspiciously and unfolded it. The beautiful handwriting on the paper was obviously left by Manyao, and it said that to marry Xiao Ke, you must follow three rules: no three wives and four concubines, no love for Qin Muchu, and only her alone for the rest of your life.

The Ninth Prince was stunned, which meant that he would never be able to go to the Fengyue place again! "Seventh brother, this..."

"Can't do it? Then marry her!" Zongzheng Wuyou's non-negotiable tone made the Ninth Prince understand that there was no room for change in this matter. Before Xiao Ke, he never wanted to marry a wife. He always felt that if he married a wife, he would be trapped. I like Xiao Ke, but I can only face one person all my life, and I can't even go to the Fengyuechang, will it be annoying?

Seeing his hesitation, Zongzheng Wuyou frowned, "I will give you seven days to think about it carefully. Once you agree to marry Xiao Ke, you must abide by this principle. If you violate it in the future, even you... Severe punishment!" His eyes sank, and his tone suddenly became severe.

Ninth Prince's heart trembled, and the paper in his hand suddenly became heavy. He knew that this represented Li Yue's entrustment to Brother Seven before she died, and it was no small matter. He put away his usual playful posture, put away the paper in a serious manner, thought for a while, and said: "Then I'll think about it carefully, Seventh Brother, I'm going out first."

Zongzheng waved his hand worry-free, and looked away. His affectionate eyes, with sadness, stared at the woman opposite.

Not looking at the Ninth Prince's back, she felt a little worried, but for Ke'er's happiness, she had to do so. If Old Nine hesitates and finally chooses to give up, then he is not worthy of Ke'er's entrustment for life. If Lao Jiu agrees, then she can rest assured. Because Lao Jiu may be very good at playing a rogue in front of others, but there is one thing, he will never break his promise to Wuyou.

She half got up, leaned on Zongzheng Wuyou, and said softly to him: "Thank you!" Although he couldn't hear it.

The Ninth Prince came out of Yunsi Palace, feeling a little bored, and exhaled towards the sky. Alas, it is better to go outside the palace. He thought and left. At this time, two people flashed out not far behind him.

"Brother, will he agree?" Xiao Ke's worries and fears were written all over her face. After so many years, she still hasn't learned to hide her true thoughts.

Xiao Sha frowned tightly, and the look in his eyes clearly showed that he had no confidence in the Ninth Prince.

Xiao Ke said again: "He lives in the palace now, what is he doing out of the palace at this time?"

Xiao Sha's gaze sank, "You'll know if you go and have a look?" After speaking, he pulled Xiao Ke and followed the Ninth Prince out of the palace.