For some reason, her dreams foresaw the future.
… Could it be that Zijian had a change of heart and opened a backdoor for her? Mu Lin's brows were filled with worry. Because she thought of the second dream again, of a woman in white leaning against a black coffin in the snow.
Having lost the most important person to her, and no longer having the desire to live, would she end up like this
Certainly not, she said to herself.
Even if her master unfortunately passed away, she still had Jingsheng and Xier.
Mu Lin took a little time to figure this out, and led the secret guards out of the city and came to the peak facing away from Chen Gong. The peak was shrouded in clouds and mist, and it was quite cold.
Standing and looking far away, it was like a divine sword struck down from heaven, splitting the heaven and earth, and separating the two places. Between the place where Chen Gong was located and the high mountain, there was a bottomless abyss, several dozen feet wide, which was a natural barrier that no ordinary person could cross.
But Mu Lin has a way. A few years ago, she recruited a skilled craftsman who wanted to fly, and funded his research with a large sum of money. Just last year, this crazy inventor developed a delta glider that can be disassembled and assembled, and the results were good after the experiment. Hanging a person under the wing and flying in a prone position, it can glide hundreds of feet in the air!
Mu Lin brought two folding hang gliders with him on this trip. The secret guards had been busy all the time and assembled them all in less than a quarter of an hour. The terrain of Chen Gong was actually lower than the peak, and it was in a mess at the moment and no one was guarding it. The two secret guards swooped down on the hang gliders and landed smoothly soon. Mu Lin nodded, and the two skilled secret guards beside him protected Mu Lin in the middle. The hang glider accelerated, dived, and landed smoothly again.
The other secret guards were wearing heavy clothes, but Mu Lin looked light and graceful. It wasn't that she didn't care about temperature for elegance, but the shark coat was windproof and rainproof, so there was no need to wear too much, which would affect her movements.
"Split up and send a signal when you find them, break up into smaller groups, and escape when the opportunity arises."
"yes."
Mu Lin was not too worried about the safety of the secret guards. Just now, a secret guard had already skillfully stripped the armor from the dead Qin soldiers and put it on, intending to blend into the Qin army. The secret guards had already skillfully wandered around the palaces, looking for the Phoenix Fallen Fairy Flower.
The only thing that worried Mu Lin was that even she herself didn't know what the Fengluo Elf Flower looked like.
Mu Lin took one of the secret guards to a secluded high ground, took out the exquisite telescope that was tributed from the Western Regions, placed it in front of his eyes, and looked into the distance.
Just as she had seen in her dream, the captured Chen Palace was in chaos. Raging flames rose with endless black smoke, and a casual glance showed the messy ground full of holes. The Qin army, dressed in black armor, searched everywhere with cold knives, and cleared out the fleeing palace servants one by one. The soldiers and weapons of the two countries, the maids, eunuchs and guards of the Chen Palace, and the nobles in gorgeous palace costumes... Their faces were filled with pain and fear, staining the surroundings with scarlet blood.
Mu Lin put down the telescope and walked towards the nearest palace, which was the palace she was in in her dream.
Step by step, there is a sense of destiny.
The moment she pushed open the palace door, she suddenly remembered a sentence: Perhaps because of not knowing what dreams are, confused people chase after illusions. (Excerpt from Jiangnan's "Dragon Clan II")
In the empty hall, a young man in red stood in the middle of the hall. His hair was disheveled and he looked crazy, so it was hard to describe his good looks. His eyes were extremely narrow, his nose was straight, and his lips were thin and very delicate.
Under the red dress, her chest was half exposed, and she was holding a jade pot with her bare hands. Mu Lin couldn't tell which one was whiter and more flawless, her hand or the wine pot.
In Mu Lin's opinion, although he has a handsome appearance, he is not cold-hearted by nature.
The King of Chen refused to surrender, which led to the violent attack on the Chen Palace. In the huge palace, everyone was fleeing in panic, but he was the only one who stayed quietly in the palace drinking. It was really strange.
Even if there is a glimmer of hope, who would want to die in the palace
Doesn't he value his life
The man in red only glanced at Mu Lin when she came in, then raised his head and drank, not moved at all as she stared at him.
This person seems to be immersed in his own world.
When Mu Lin saw the pattern on his red shirt, he roughly guessed his identity—
"Lord of Chen?"
Not everyone dares to embroider a dragon on their body, even if the dragon is too graceful and agile and lacks the air of a king or a queen.
Chen Xun ignored her and drank the last bit of the nectar in the jade pot. Then he looked at her seriously, and his low, hoarse, pleasant voice rang out in the hall.
"You are a beauty, you shouldn't dress like a man."
Mu Lin was stunned for a moment, and said calmly: "Your focus is very strange."
"The sandalwood hairpin on your head is nice. Give it to me and I will tell you what you want to know or what you want. I know you are definitely not here for the sightseeing."
After hearing his words, Mu Lin pulled out the ebony hairpin with hollow phoenix wings. Her tied black hair flowed down to her waist like a stream of water, and as she raised her eyes, she revealed a natural and beautiful beauty.
Mu Lin handed the phoenix hairpin to the secret guard, who took it with understanding, walked up to Chen Xun, and presented it to him with both hands.
Chen Xun frowned and glanced at the male secret guard, but still took it and muttered, "A good girl's treasure has been tainted by a man's foul air. Alas!"
Mu Lin: “…”
Secret guard: “…”
The two watched as Chen Xun threw away the wine jug, gathered his messy black hair together with his hands, and then secured it with a sandalwood hairpin.
It still looks a little messy, but it is much neater and pleasing to the eye.
Although, in Mu Lin's opinion, his image is still very unruly...
—I don’t know what this king is thinking.
Although the State of Chen was only a small country, Chen Xun looked very different from an emperor in the traditional sense.
Mu Lin had not forgotten Chen Xun's promise, and her hairpin was not given for nothing, so she immediately asked, "Lord Chen, where is the Phoenix Fall Fairy Flower?"
Chen Xun stroked his smooth chin and said regretfully, "You came here to look for that, I thought you wanted the jade seal... Press the vase behind you down, and the mechanism will open. The Phoenix Fairy Flower is in that box."
A strange emperor who doesn't care about his image and doesn't call himself "I".
Before Mu Lin could speak, the secret guard stepped forward and placed his hands on the belly of the large cloisonné vase.
He told the whereabouts of the Phoenix Flower so easily. It seemed too easy... In a flash, Mu Lin became very alert and subconsciously stopped the secret guard from taking action. He shouted, "Stop!"
Accompanied by Chen Xun's sigh: "It's too late..."
The secret guard was unable to withdraw his hand and pressed it straight down! His expression changed, and a sharp porcelain thorn pierced through the palm of his hand, emitting a scarlet green luster.
The vase is deceptive and the porcelain thorns are poisonous!
As black blood oozed out of the wound on the back of the secret guard's hand, the palace shook violently. The floor next to Mu Lin was shattered, revealing a small box inside.
The small box was exactly the same as the one in Mu Lin's dream, but she had no time to care about it, because she saw with her own eyes the secret guard fall to the ground, with dark blood flowing out of his seven orifices.
The secret guard's life was cut off in an instant, and by the time Mu Lin steadied himself and went over, he was already beyond saving.
Mu Lin's cold eyes pierced Chen Xun, but Chen Xun looked back calmly, and said with regret, "I thought there was a beauty to be buried with me, what a pity..."
No matter how strange an emperor is, he is still an emperor. Their indifference to human life often reaches a level of cruelty that is difficult for ordinary people to understand.
"Heh..." Mu Lin said with a hint of sarcasm, "Are there not enough beauties buried with you? Chen Xun, you will soon be buried with your kingdom."
Mu Lin had not yet reached the point where she treated human life as worthless, not to mention that the people who died were her subordinates, and the target Chen Xun really wanted to attack was her.
In her eyes, Chen Xun was already a dead man.
Mu Lin's words hit Chen Xun's sore spot. His expression changed, but he didn't get angry. Instead, he showed a hint of teasing.
"Yes, I am going to die. But I tell you that the Phoenix Fall Fairy Flower is in the box at your feet. Do you dare to take it?"
If she doesn't dare to take it, at least she will return empty-handed; if she dares to take it, the secret guard who died in front of her might be a lesson for her.
Mu Lin can't be sure what kind of poison is on the box, right
Chen Xun looked at Mu Lin with eyes full of fascination and regret. He said regretfully: "If I had met you earlier, I would definitely marry you as my queen."
Mu Lin did not feel honored by the affirmation at all, as if he was looking at a psychopath, and asked coldly: "Do the Queens agree with you to do this?"
As everyone knows, Chen Xun's first empress and second empress both had the surname Su, and they were sisters.
Queen Su married Chen Xun when he was a prince. They lived in harmony and passed down countless love poems. Three years ago, Queen Su died of illness. Chen Xun, who loved her very much, found Xiao Su, who was as talented as her elder sister. He quickly made her his successor. Then people praised the King of Chen for his deep love.
Now, he told another woman that he wanted to marry her as his queen. It was simply... ironic.
"The loves of my life, the Empress Yuan is gentle and affectionate, and the Empress Consort is smart and charming, both are unique in the world. In my eyes, the girl is clear and beautiful, with a fairy-like appearance, and is the most beautiful in the world. If I can get the company of a goddess, it seems like a fairy couple will be formed. What's wrong with that?"
Mu Lin folded up her sleeves, revealing a small crimson crossbow. She walked closer to Chen Xun, pointed the crossbow's sight at him, and said calmly:
"Chen Xun, you are very good at talking. This is the first time I've heard someone describe fickleness in such a refreshing way. Don't worry, even if you had met me earlier, the ending would not be any different from what it is now."
Crossbow means anger, and there is also anger. As a high-lethality cold weapon, even this small crossbow, after many improvements by royal craftsmen, is not difficult to kill an adult man within a range of more than ten feet as long as it is aimed.
What's more, in Mu Lin's eyes, the King of Chen, who was obsessed with music, chess, calligraphy and painting and was in love, was not much different from a weak woman.
As long as she pulled the trigger, he would die immediately.