Chen Xun's eyes were flustered for a moment, but soon calmed down again.
He had never intended to leave Chen Gong alive. His substitute should have been wearing a dragon robe and died tragically in front of the Qin army, so he had a chance to breathe.
He tricked the loyal ministers who persuaded him to flee the palace into the secret passage, and then waited there with a pot of wine.
What was he waiting for? He didn't have the courage to commit suicide, maybe he was waiting for the Qin army to kill him. In any case, it would be humiliating to die at the hands of the enemy, it would be better to die at the hands of this beautiful girl.
In his eyes, this was not a wasted death, but a relief.
The only thing that Chen Xun didn't understand was why she was angry about the death of a secret guard. Their lives were worthless and they should have given everything for their master, including their lives.
Maybe she was just angry because her life was almost threatened. Thinking of this, Chen Xun was satisfied.
Mu Lin didn't care at all what he was thinking. She began to exert force on the hanging knife with her fingers. A cluster of crimson sharp blades left an afterimage and accurately pierced Chen Xun's chest in the blink of an eye.
Chen Xun fell to the ground. He felt a terrible pain in his heart. A sticky and hot liquid flowed out from under him, which made him feel disgusted.
Chen Xun was a bit of a germaphobe, and he always liked to wear white clothes that were not stained with dust. When he was holding those old guys in the secret passage, he anticipated that he might not die in a pretty way, so instead of having his white clothes stained with blood and becoming dirty and sticky, he would rather change into a deep red dress so that the blood would not be so obvious.
It is said that when a person dies, the happiest moments of his life will reappear before his eyes one by one like paintings in a revolving lantern. Chen Xun felt that it was all fake, because the scene in front of him became more and more blurred and he could not see anything.
Suddenly, he was stunned, and it seemed that even the severe pain in his heart disappeared. Because he saw a woman wearing a light yellow Liuxian skirt and a gentle lily bun. On her crow-like bun, the light yellow ribbon fluttered in the wind. Although she was just a distant back figure, she gave him an extremely familiar feeling.
Suddenly, the woman turned around and smiled at him. Her pretty face was filled with so much tenderness and charm that all the beauties in the palace lost their color.
A vortex of cloud, a shuttle of jade, a light shirt made of thin silk, and a slight frown on her black curls.
The evening makeup is just finished, the skin is as white as snow, the concubines in the spring palace are lined up in a row. The sheng and the xiao are played between the water and the clouds, and the song of the colorful clothes is played again.
Who will scatter more fragrant powder in the coming spring? I beat the railings while drunk, feeling deeply moved. When returning home, don't light the red candle, wait for the clear moonlight under the horse's hooves.
(Li Yu of the Southern Tang Dynasty, "Longing" and "Yulouchun")
It turned out that this was his happiest time.
Mu Lin looked at the fallen Chen Xun with a mysterious smile, confirmed that he had no strength to resist, took a few steps forward, and heard him mumbling to himself.
"The box... is not poisonous... How could it be... poisonous... What's inside... is given to me by Liu Lang..."
Chen Xun seemed to be trying to explain something, or to prove something. But his voice was getting weaker and weaker. As the only listener, Mu Lin didn't hear the last few words clearly. He watched his mouth open and close, and then closed forever.
She thought it should be the name of a woman, or the woman Chen Xun loved the most. Because his eyes were closed naturally, his face was very peaceful.
From the beginning to the end, she didn't understand that Chen Xun had several beloved women.
She suddenly missed Xiao Muyun very much...
She wanted to see him, to hug him...
I want to nestle in his warm embrace and smell his light and unique scent...
Every six months, they would meet at the Changbai Mountain Hot Spring Villa. There were still two months until the next appointment date, but this year she wanted to see him earlier.
For the first time, Mu Lin was eager to return to a place that was not his home.
She checked the crossbow again. Another arrow had fallen into the arrow chamber. She quickly wound up the string to make sure it could be shot again at any time. This crossbow was of a special design and could store three arrows. She used one, and there were still two available. Mu Lin hid the crossbow in her sleeve for emergency use.
She didn't quite believe what Chen Xun said, so she took out the dagger in her right hand, cut off a piece of shark silk from the hem, carefully wrapped her hand with it, squatted down, picked up the box, and opened it carefully.
Amidst the subtle fragrance, two pink and purple hibiscus flowers on each branch lay quietly on the white silk, emitting a faint fluorescence.
It looks like hibiscus, but it is not hibiscus.
Hearing the noise coming from outside the door, Mu Lin had no time to look any further. He closed the box, walked to the window, and looked outside.
I have to admit that Chen Xun is very good at finding a place. If you jump down from here, you will fall into the abyss.
Unfortunately, he didn't have the courage to end his life.
The palace gate was opened for the second time in just a quarter of an hour. Mu Lin turned around and looked back. Just as she had seen in her dream, a man in black dressed in armor and armed with sharp weapons slowly walked into the hall.
The blurry face gradually became clear, Mu Lin's eyes widened slightly, and in a trance, he seemed to see the appearance of a young boy through this face.
Brother...
The man first glanced at the corpse on the ground, slightly surprised, and then looked casually at the only living person in the hall.
—His pupils suddenly froze.
The early morning light shone in from behind her. The woman standing by the window had long black hair and her eyebrows were as cold as a painting. Her expression was extremely calm, and she unconsciously revealed a bit of indifference.
The girl is in her prime, like a double cherry blossom in full bloom, her every frown and smile is enchanting, she is charming without knowing it. The extreme contradictions interweave into a breathtaking beauty, her pale pink lips slightly open, but she does not utter a word.
In Qin Zishu's eyes, she overlapped with the delicate and cold girl eleven years ago, becoming the person he had been thinking about day and night.
Junior Sister...
With just one glance, the emotions that each other had no time to conceal were clearly reflected in each other's eyes.
Mu Lin lowered her eyes. There was no need to play dumb, as she knew her senior brother had recognized her.
The faint fragrance of the Fengluo Elf Flower floated in the air, covering up the bloody and murderous aura on Qin Zishu.
This scene is indeed a fateful meeting.
Fortunately, she had an old precedent to follow.
Qin Zishu walked towards her step by step, neither hurried nor slow, full of a silent sense of oppression.
Mu Lin secretly clenched the box in her hand, and suddenly smiled at him. In the silent and hazy atmosphere, she turned around like lightning, supported herself on the windowsill with one hand, and jumped out with all her strength.
With a resolute aura and fluttering sleeves, she looked like a white eagle flapping its wings to fly...but she fell straight down, her long hair blooming like a black lotus.
Qin Zishu watched this scene with bloodshot eyes. The sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. He ran to the window with all his strength, but only saw a white dot lost in the heavy clouds.
“Junior sister!!!”
Mu Lin seemed to hear a heart-wrenching scream coming from above, and her heart choked.
She forced herself to calm down, aimed at the tree sticking out from the cliff, swung her right hand upward with force, and the eagle claw hook flew out and hooked onto the tree root, and she was hung under the tree.
Mu Lin had already calculated that although this body was weak, her instincts from years of wandering between life and death were still there, so she could barely try these high-risk behaviors. However, this posture was extremely uncomfortable, and Mu Lin broke out in a cold sweat, feeling like her arms were about to break.
At this moment, a huge lacquered hot air balloon rose from below. The secret guard under the balloon finally saw his master, and hurriedly controlled the hot air balloon to move over and quickly rescued her into the hanging basket.
Mu Lin relaxed his arms and stared at the box on the ground.
In this case, the purpose of this trip has basically been achieved.
Seven days later, Luoyang Qin Palace
A group of palace servants cautiously followed Emperor Qin Wu two or three feet away, with deep fear in their eyes and extremely respectful expressions. They did not dare to go forward, and of course they did not dare to leave.
It was not until the deputy director of the Secret Service came running and personally delivered a letter that Emperor Wu of Qin showed a normal expression for the first time... a little hopeful.
The old eunuch took a quick glance and caught the ecstasy on Emperor Wu's face. He was so shocked that he almost lost his composure and quickly lowered his head.
Emperor Wu's mood turned from sunny to cloudy, and the dark clouds in the Qin Palace also swept away the previous depression and dullness, and finally became normal.
Emperor Wu immediately summoned his confidants, the Director of the Secret Service Yun Zheng and the Minister of Rites Cui Xing, to discuss major state affairs.
After hearing what Emperor Qin Wu said, Cui Xing was stunned. He looked at Yun Zheng, who shook his head at him.
What kind of injustice is this? Cui Xing sighed in his heart, and after a while he said: "Your Majesty, this matter still needs to be considered in the long run..."
That was Jingsheng's Princess Zhenguo! When Emperor Jingxuan had no children, her dignity was second only to the emperor. In terms of status and power, she was truly second only to the emperor.
How to marry such a woman? How could she marry into a blood feud with an enemy country? You know, because the Qin cavalry trampled on Jingsheng's rivers and mountains, the relationship between Jingsheng and Qin was much more tense than the relationship between Jingsheng and Tianlan. If the two countries formed an alliance and marriage, Jingsheng would only consider Tianlan or other countries, not Qin at all!
Emperor Wu of Qin swept his sharp eyes over his two confidants, revealing endless disappointment. They only advised him to take a long-term view and never thought about making progress. Was it because the years of comfort had dulled the blood of the Qin men
Emperor Qin Wu had a new idea and said slowly: "I have been planning for eleven years!"
The two finally understood that Emperor Wu of Qin had completely lost his patience. He was determined to marry Princess Jingsheng, and no one could stop him.
His little girl has grown up, but he has been forbearing because of their identities, allowing her to grow up recklessly, and even dared to joke with his own life!
He had been patient and dormant for so many years, and finally cleared all obstacles, stabilized the Qin Dynasty, and ascended the supreme throne. When facing his little girl, he just wanted to take her into his arms and give her the highest honor and love.
This has become his obsession for many years.