Ren Daotian is dead! This is something that Man Yao didn't know until two days ago. At the same time, there was news of Xuan Jiantian's sudden and sudden death. This news not only shocked the Southern Dynasty, but also shocked the whole world. Ren Daotian and Xuanjiantian are talents that must be won to unify the world. It is too late for all countries to win them over, so how can they kill them? With Xuan Jiantian's martial arts attainments, killing him is even more difficult than ascending to heaven, but he did die, and died in the vagina of a woman. I heard that the woman is not only extremely beautiful, but also has a voice that sounds like heaven, and a dancing posture that is charming to the world. And Ren Daotian died in Maoshe, Lishan, and the map known as the Book of Heaven was nowhere to be found.
Wu Xiangzi, the owner of Wuyin Building, led five thousand people to surround Lishan Mountain, and invited envoys from various countries to come down the mountain, and arranged them in Yuzhou City at the foot of Lishan Mountain, waiting for Zongzheng Wuyou's visit in person.
"How many people are here?" At the door of Manxiang Palace's bedroom, Zongzheng Wuyou joined his five fingers together, and the note in his palm instantly turned into dust and flew away with the wind. His face was as usual, and he spoke lightly.
Leng Yan respectfully replied: "One hundred and seventy-three people from fourteen countries including envoys and guards."
There are 15 countries in the entire Wanhe Continent, and 14 countries sent people here! Ambitious ones come for the world, and those without ambitions come to destroy the map of their own country. It is also understandable to say.
Zongzheng Wuyoufu asked again: "Which country is missing?"
Leng Yan said: "Qiyun Kingdom."
Zongzheng Wuyou narrowed his phoenix eyes, and the young emperor with a clear and majestic face appeared in his mind. With the split of Lintian Kingdom, Qiyun Kingdom is the most powerful country in this continent. However, in the past year, various small countries have emerged one after another, but Qiyun Kingdom has remained silent.
Why didn't Emperor Qiyun send an envoy? Could it be that Emperor Qiyun is not interested in the world? Or is he not worried about the map of Qiyun Kingdom falling into the hands of others? Zongzheng Wuyou was not the only one thinking about this issue.
He ordered: "Take care of those people, and don't make mistakes." The Southern Dynasty has not yet reached the time when it can challenge all the countries in the world with the strength of one country.
"Light"
It has been seven days since Zongzheng Wuyou and Manyao arrived in Yuzhou City. The magistrate of Yuzhou led officials of all sizes in the city to greet him ten miles outside the city, with great momentum. In order to meet the envoys of the fourteen countries conveniently, they lived in the mansion of Yu Zhifu.
A magistrate's mansion is not luxurious, but it is clean and tidy. The Shangqi Garden prepared for the imperial concubine is obviously a newly repaired garden.
Yuzhou City is close to the north, where the temperature in deep winter is low, and the cold wind beats on the windows, whistling. Zongzheng Wuyou went to meet the envoys from various countries, but it was inconvenient for Man Yao to show up, so he stayed in Shangqi Garden. At this moment, she was wearing fox fur and sitting curled up in the room. She hadn't felt Wuyou's warm embrace along the way, but now that she was away from him, she felt so cold that she couldn't stand it.
Just as I was about to practice kungfu to drive away the cold, I saw a servant girl walking towards here quickly.
"I want to report to you, Madam, someone asked this servant to give you this box." A delicate girl respectfully handed over a slender and small black wooden box.
Manyao frowned slightly, she had no acquaintances in this place, "Who gave it to you?"
The servant girl said: "Returning to your mother, this servant does not know that person. The servant was out of the mansion to do some business, and he was stopped by a man not far from the gate. He gave this box to the servant, saying that his master is an old friend of your mother."
old friend? How does she not know that she has an old friend here? Manyao took the wooden box, and saw that the corners of the wooden box were polished smooth and round, and the case of a winter plum in the snow on the box cover was carved so vividly that people looked as if they could smell the fragrance of plum blossoms . A small white seal was pasted on the opening of the box. She tore off the seal and gently opened the lid. Those who didn't know must have thought that there was something rare inside, but in fact there was only a neatly folded white paper.
Manyao paused, a little hesitant, but in the end she slowly typed the blank paper, and saw that it read: "Today at Youshi, Xiangyue asked Tianzi No. 1 room to talk about something." Signed as : old friend.
The pen is as chic as a dragon, but it is not scribbled. She has clearly never seen this kind of handwriting, but it is faintly familiar. This specious sense of acquaintance can always arouse the curiosity buried deep in the heart, making people want to find out.
She put the paper back into the wooden box and closed the lid. Frowning and contemplating for a long time, still can't figure out who this person is? After a quick glance, it was about 3:00 pm, half an hour before You hrs, Wuyou would meet with the envoys from various countries, and he would not be able to return until the dinner party was over, it should be very late. After thinking about it, she decided to meet this old man who pretended to be mysterious for a while.
She changed into an ordinary dress, rolled up her white hair, and hid it in a gauze hat, and the white gauze hung down to cover her face. Then she picked up the Xuan Po and strode forward, making her look like a female knight walking in the rivers and lakes. After leaving the door, she gave instructions to the servant girl in Shangqiyuan: "I will go to find the guest, if you haven't come back after an hour, you can go to the front hall and report to the emperor."
Xiangyue Inn is not too far from Yu's Mansion, and it takes a little bit of speed in a carriage to reach the incense stick.
It was a seemingly ordinary inn, with luxurious and high-end fully enclosed decoration. The inn was very quiet, and she walked in, but there was not a single guest in sight.
She stopped at the door, and after a guy saw her, he looked her up and down carefully, and finally his eyes fell on Xuan Po in her hand, and after looking at it for a while, he came up and asked, "Miss, are you here?" Looking for someone?"
Man Yao glanced at the guy calmly, his footsteps were steady, his eyes were restrained, he didn't look like an ordinary guy. She nodded slightly, indicating that he had guessed right.
The guy's expression changed, and he quickly bowed his body and led her to the door of the room on the far left on the second floor. Inside." Then he backed away, showing some respect in his expression.
In the long corridor, only one candle lamp is lit. The unfixed five-color flowing gauze lampshade on the lamp rotates gently with the cold wind blowing in from the door. The candlelight passing through the five-color flowing gauze is dim and dim, constantly changing. The color, projected in the empty position, reveals a vaguely mysterious atmosphere.
Man Yao raised her hand and knocked on the door three times, and waited for a while, but there was no response from inside. She frowned, and directly opened the door of the room.
This room is very large, and the wide space is divided into two by a wooden screen. Through the carved diamond lattice of the screen, there is a very faint light, which seems to be faintly visible at any time. In her sight behind a layer of veil, it was nothing. She stepped in slowly, and the sound of light footsteps wafted through the room where there was no sound at all, it was very clear. She felt a little nervous for no reason, unconsciously clenched the Xuan Po in her hand, and just walked a few steps.
"Bang!" The door suddenly closed behind her, the sound was not loud, but in this eerie and quiet atmosphere, it was enough to make her body tremble in shock. Suddenly, she had a bad feeling that she shouldn't be here this time. Thinking of this, she turned around and left.
"Are you afraid?" A low voice suddenly asked from behind the screen. She froze suddenly, unable to move from where she stood. It was a male voice, the voice was originally elegant and gentle, but at the moment it sounded dark and deep, which made people feel panicked.
The room was silent. The faint fragrance of ambergris in the air diffused, and the once extremely familiar voice still filled her ears. It turned out to be him! At such a sensitive time, he dared to come to Jiangnan territory in person!
Old friend, really old friend! She pursed her lips and smiled mockingly, turned her back to the direction of the source of the sound, and remained silent.
The person behind the screen turned out, the footsteps were slow and low, each step seemed to pass through hundreds of days and nights of longing and suffering. Zongzheng stared straight at the back of the woman in front of him without any plans, his gaze was greedy and persistent.
"Rong Le." When he called out, his voice was a little hoarse. It's been a year, they are husband and wife, but they need to use this way to see her. He had called this engraved name in his heart countless times in his dreams, but no one could answer him. Today, he was finally able to call it out again, but still no one answered him. All kinds of tastes, gathered in the heart, beyond words.
Man Yao pursed her lips, this call made her feel a little confused, the man who had been with her for a year was once her husband, the man who moved her and brought her humiliation and fatal injury , She used to hate him so much, she thought she would keep hating him until he died or she died. However, at this moment, she was extremely calm, and only then did she realize that those hatreds had been gradually dissolved and eliminated in the sweetness and happiness of this year, and they were no longer as deep as imagined. She didn't even look back, and said in a flat tone: "If I knew it was you, I wouldn't come."
"I know." He responded like this, and said with a wry smile: "It's okay, at least...you still remember my voice."
Manyao was taken aback for a moment, not wanting to entangle with him, frowned and asked, "What do you want from me?"
"Can't I come to see you if I have nothing to do?" He lowered his eyes slightly to hide the gloomy and desolate eyes. Who would need a reasonable excuse to visit his wife like him.
Manyao turned around, and the man opposite seemed to be much thinner than before, but he was still handsome and striking. His face was a little bit more fierce and imposing that belonged to the emperor, but there was an unconcealable loneliness and anxiety between his brows.
Zongzheng approached her slowly without any plans, his eyes seemed to penetrate the tulle, to see the woman who was thinking about it day and night clearly.
Man Yao retreated instinctively, with vigilance in his eyes, he said coldly, "Stop."
Zongzheng Wuchou really stopped, only five steps away from her. He sighed softly: "Rong Le, we haven't seen each other for a long time, can't you take off your veil and let me see you?" Guilt is remorse... It all turned into a world-renowned love and unfolded before her eyes. Even though the light in the room is dim, even if there is a veil blocking it, she can still feel it clearly.
Man Yao closed her lips and remained silent. He sighed again: "I'm only here to see you, you don't have to be so nervous.
"This place is not for you." She turned her head slightly, not wanting to look at him.
He lowered his eyes and asked, "Why shouldn't I come?"
"Because you are here, you may not be able to leave." Her tone was extremely flat, and she could not hear the slightest emotion.
Zongzheng was helpless, but his eyes suddenly brightened, "Are you worried about my safety?" He had never been so excited about assuming the throne or conquering Beiyi Kingdom. However, undue hope will only bring a deeper layer of despair.
Manyao sneered and said: "You are overthinking. You are the emperor of the Northern Dynasty, and I am the imperial concubine of the Southern Dynasty. Rather than saying that I am worried about your safety, it is better to say...I am reminding you of your current situation. Take care of yourself." She said She turned around and wanted to leave, because he was disregarding his own safety just to take a look at her, she wanted to let him go again. But Zongzheng Wuchou didn't agree, he saw his pupils and breasts opened, his complexion turned pale suddenly, he rushed forward suddenly, and hugged her from behind without any explanation.
As soon as Man Yao's complexion changed, she wanted to break free and heard his painful voice whispering in her ear: "Who said you are the imperial concubine of the Southern Dynasty?" You are my queen! It's the wife that Ming Media is marrying, have you forgotten? "He also wanted to say: You wore a red wedding gown to marry me, we got along day and night all year long, and slept in each other's arms every night... He wanted to count down everything they had together, and to arouse her heart's warm memories of the past. imagination.
Man Yao's eyes darkened, and she interrupted coldly: "Did you forget? You pushed me to someone else with your own hands!
"I didn't do it on purpose, Rong Le,... I really didn't do it on purpose." He was so eager to defend, flustered and at a loss, all the words that were pressing in his heart and wanted to get rid of her but couldn't get out of his mouth. On, let him almost suffocate. He kept closing his arms, afraid that she would be suffocated as if she left, and the calmness and rationality he was proud of had already peeled off his body. He cried out in a mournful voice: "You don't know, that night, I drank too much and mistook Chenxiang for you. I thought I finally had all of you, but no! It wasn't you! It was that hateful woman who turned into you and tarnished my feelings for you I want to cut her into pieces, but I can't solve the hatred in my heart. I was dazzled by hatred and anger, and I fell into their tricks, thinking of letting her complete this plan that I had already given up on your behalf, but I never thought that Chang Jian, the confidant I trained by myself, was also one of them. I never thought that your brother would harm you, everyone knows that he loves you so much, why even him Will you disregard your life and death for the sake of the world?"
Man Yao froze, why? She didn't know, she didn't know who to ask for the answer.
Intense and penetrating sorrow is tightly caged in this spacious room, and the memories left by their years together come like a tide, his tolerance, his pampering, his love, his struggle-,- Although he used him, he never really wanted to hurt her, and she knew it, so she could forgive and even understand all the use and harm before that. But the last time was different, she gave him trust, no matter what the reason was, if he failed, he failed, and no one could undo the damage caused, even though it wasn't his intention, it couldn't be forgiven either.
"Let me go." She took a deep breath, her tone cold and distant.
His eyebrows were frowned, as if someone had tied a knot. The arms were tightened tightly, and there was no intention of letting go. She squeezed her palms, shook her heart, and suddenly laughed, "Actually, you don't have to tell me these things, I don't hate you anymore." She paused, feeling the man behind her froze, and she smiled again Said: "I should also thank you. If it weren't for you, I might never be able to make up my mind. Then, I would never know that I... can live such a happy life."
The pair of healthy arms holding her were suddenly as stiff as iron, the man's face was ashen, his pupils were cracked, and the painful expression was quietly swallowed by the darkness in the room where the candles were flickering. A heart that has been abandoned like a clog has already been scarred, and in the numbness of suffocation, there are two more blood holes.
happiness? It turned out that what he could never achieve was the happiness of her and another person! And he suffered loneliness and loneliness alone, struggled in regret, and lived a difficult life.
He raised his head suddenly and turned her body around with astonishing force. Her gauze hat was overturned, her white hair poured down, and her beautiful face was right in front of him.
The longing face is as elegant and refined as before. Those eyes that lingered in his dream were colder and more determined than before. And his figure was reflected in her eyes, blurred like a memory that was deliberately smeared. Those lips once belonged to his territory, but as if entering "",
He suddenly lowered his head and kissed her fiercely, more violently than ever before, as if he wanted to erase all traces left by others on his lips.
Manyao was startled by his sudden Meng Lang, her lips hurt, as if she had been bitten, she suddenly woke up, gathered all her strength to break away from the man who was holding her shoulder tightly, raised her hand and slapped him in the face He shook it hard. She glared angrily at the man in front of her, "What do you think I am?" He thought she was still the old Princess Rong Le who let him hug and kiss whenever he wanted? Now she is Zongzheng Wuyou's wife, and no one can invade her.
There were five finger marks on the man's cheek, he staggered back a few steps, coughed violently, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, dripped to the ground and shattered. She looked away, took a breath, and calmed down her tone, "No matter whether it's your fault or not, you've come to this point, and you can't turn back."
He stood firm and wiped the corners of his mouth vigorously with his fingers, but he didn't even look at the bright red stains on his fingertips. He calmed down and gasped, his face gradually returned to normal, he raised his head, let out a heavy breath, and said in a deep voice: "Whether you admit it or not, you are my wife. As long as I keep you alive, you will still be alive My wife who has no support for family affairs." He is so stubborn, stubborn to love someone, even if that person doesn't love him, even... knowing that there will never be a result, but he still can't control his love. "As long as you want, we can go back and live a warm and peaceful life as before."
"Don't deceive yourself!" Manyao couldn't help but shouted: "I can't turn back, and I don't want to turn back." After she finished speaking, she turned around eagerly, wanting to leave here as soon as possible. The pressure this man put on her was so heavy, so heavy that she felt suffocated and even wanted to go crazy.
Zongzheng looked at her silently, watching her hurriedly open the door and flee at a normal speed. He didn't make a sound, and didn't stop him.
The door opened, and before she stepped out with one foot, the person had already stopped her mouth.
The four tall guards were like Mount Tai, with horizontal swords blocking the door, blocking the only way out. She turned her head, looked at the man's deep eyes, and couldn't help sneering: "What do you mean? Do you think you can stop me like this?" She shook the mysterious soul in her hand, and the sheath came out immediately, and she covered her mouth with her left hand. The icy blue engraving blade of the mysterious soul in her right hand shone with a cold light like a firefly, imprinted with the sudden cold light in her eyes, which made people tremble when they saw it.
Zongzheng Wuchou's face became gentle, just like the kind of gentleness that has remained unchanged for thousands of years in the days when we got along together. The bottom of the unfathomable eyes made it impossible to find out his thoughts. Just calm, disturbingly peaceful.
Man Yao tightened the sword in her hand, and quickly calculated the way for her to escape from this place. The four people at the door knew that all of them had good martial arts skills. Even if she could break through with her own strength, there were still many people waiting for her downstairs.
The sound of breathing in the quiet room is clearly audible, and the gloomy candlelight flickers like a will-o'-the-wisp in the dark night, beckoning the soul to go. The cold wind came in through the window, mixed with the bitter breath of ice and snow, and beat her pale face, lifted her silver hair, and fluttered flamboyantly in line with the murderous aura emanating from her. She glanced at the tightly closed window behind the wooden screen, it was the only window in this room and even in the entire inn, and her heart moved, even though Fu Tiao was very skilled in martial arts, he had no weapons in his hands, as long as she could Stab him with a sword at the fastest speed, and while he dodges, she can take the opportunity to pass him, and then exit through the window
The decision was made, she gathered 70% of her inner strength, and implemented it according to her own idea. His figure was as fast as a ghost, and his swordsmanship was like lightning. Suddenly, an icy blue light and shadow flashed.
However, there are always some things that will not develop as people imagined.
"..."
"..." She widened her eyes in shock, looked at the man in front of her in disbelief, and was suddenly speechless. His five fingers were stiff, his body was trembling uncontrollably, and he could no longer move an inch. After being absent-minded for a moment, the trembling "you" was finally not uttered.
I haven't been in good health for the past few days. I went to the hospital yesterday for an infusion, and I still feel very uncomfortable today. The update has been unstable for a while, I'm sorry. Thank you very much for your perseverance. Writing often requires feeling. I am slow to type, this is a fact that everyone knows. I can only do my best, try to write as much as possible every day, and upload it when I finish writing. In the future, if there is something that cannot be updated, I will take the time to come up and notify in the comment area. Sorry!
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