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At two o'clock, Xie Chu, the commander of the emperor's guard battalion, waited in the Hall of Martial Arts for more than an hour but did not see anyone. As a last resort, Xie Chu had to give up and go to Jingzhang Palace for routine inspections.

Yesterday when Chu Heng came back from Changzhou, he directly used the name of Lishan Junji Wuyue when he entered the imperial capital. The news spread all the way from Jingzhang Palace to Wuying Hall. Everyone in the north and south halls looked like they were struck by lightning all day. the state.

The vase Chu Heng, who couldn't carry it on his shoulders, and Ji Wuyue, Junji Wuyue of Lishan Mountain from the Fourteen States of Frost and Cold, were actually... the same person!Chu Heng stayed in the Hall of Martial Arts for more than two years, but no one saw the slightest clue.If seeing is believing, none of them would believe it if they were killed.

After being astonished, a group of people began to recall whether they had bullied Vase Chu Heng before, and if Lishan Dongjun suddenly remembered one day in the future and planned to settle accounts after the fall, no one in the Hall of Martial Arts could stop him.

A group of brats immediately began to appreciate Commander Xie Chuda who came to the Hall of Martial Heroes three times a day to inspect the Hall of Martial Heroes, and repeatedly forbade private fighting between the guards.

The amazement was over, the panic was over, and a group of martial idiots couldn't wait to see Mr. Lishandong again.But there is no rush, as long as Chu Heng is still the emperor's guard, he will have to come to the Hall of Martial Arts.The emperor's guard is on duty for the day, and at the beginning of Chen Shichu, he will go to the Hall of Martial Arts to get the token.

Coincidentally, Chu Heng was supposed to be on duty today.

But don't talk about seeing someone at the beginning of Chen Shi, it's been two quarters now, apart from a group of probing boys, there is not even half a shadow of Chu Heng in Wuying Hall.

Xie Chu was on official business, so he didn't stay in the Hall of Martial Heroes much.Walking to the Jingzhang Palace in front of the imperial city, I saw the head of the Mingcheng Palace and two shadow guards of the emperor coming from one end of the palace road.

Xie Chu stopped and bowed his head to say hello, and chatted for a while.While speaking, Xie Chu suddenly remembered the unclear relationship between Chu Heng and His Majesty, so he casually asked the head of Ming Cheng Palace if he had seen Chu Heng.

I don't want the Zhangdian to laugh twice when he heard the words, but he actually answered the question in a rather meaningful tone: "The commander-in-chief said Dongjun, and I saw him yesterday. But he was interrogated by His Majesty yesterday. Can't get up."

Xie Chu was taken aback for a moment, wondering, "A trial?"

"Yes." The palm hall nodded, with a smile on his face: "I spent a whole night of careful interrogation in the Ming Cheng hall, and I didn't sleep until halfway through the ugly hour. He resisted the decree and did not obey the deception. His majesty interrogated him, isn't that right?" Should it be?"

Xie Chu immediately reacted and coughed twice.

The palm hall continued to look serious and said: "Is he supposed to be on duty today? Your Majesty said, let the commander-in-chief count as if he didn't arrive, and deduct his salary at the end of the month."

Xie Chu: "...Okay."

The palm hall smiled again: "Dong Jun will probably not arrive at midnight in the past few days. The trial is over. If you tell the truth, you have to be punished."

For some reason, Xie Chu suddenly felt that the day was a bit cold.

***

Changzhou, Yinghai.

There was light rain in Yinghai City early this morning.The pavilions, terraces and pavilions, with continuous drizzle, smudge out the style of the south of the Yangtze River.

As soon as the war in Yinghai ended, Lian Songcheng, governor of Changzhou, took the reorganized left division of the East China Sea Navy and half of the Changzhou garrison to the East China Sea battlefield at dawn today.Su Que, Lord Ying, and Ling Qi, the leader of the Emperor's Shadow Guard, also left for Jindu.

Time doesn't wait, Su Lang and Ye Xinghui will also lead troops to the Dingkang front line today, and they will go to Yingbei for a tour before leaving.

During this period of time, Master Yan Zhefei and Master Wanggui, together with the imperial physicians of the imperial hospital, administered medicines and consulted doctors without a single day. Yingbei's epidemic situation has been greatly alleviated, and most of the affected people's illnesses have been brought under control. There are not a few of them.

The nails among the refugees did not move anymore, but Su Lang always felt that these people were still there, but the war in Yinghai was over, Jiang Di was subdued again, and Yan Zhefei was here, so they couldn't find them It's just a chance.

When he and Xinghui went to Yingbei, they inspected it a few more times, but they didn't see anything unusual, so they were relieved a little, and went back to prepare to set off for the Dingkang battlefield with General Xie Ji.

But when they came to Yingbei today, they didn't see Yan Zhefei, the master of Qianyong realm. They only found out after asking Master Wanggui. For the sake of it, there is no serious problem.

After listening to Xing Hui, he always felt that there was something wrong, but since Yan Zhefei's former elder brother, Master Wang Gui, had said so, he didn't ask any more questions.Probably because I have been tense in the past few days, and I am too sensitive to everything, so I didn't think about it.

When he left Yingbei, Xinghui glanced back through the rain curtain. For some reason, a bad feeling began to emerge in his heart, and he always felt that something was about to happen.

Yan Zhefei was really unwell today, but it wasn't because of catching a cold, but because Suhui Bone Refining began to eat her body wantonly again.

Her condition is already very bad, the hemoptysis was still mild a few days ago, and the lifeless black pattern spread all over her neck last night, and it has not subsided.Ye Jianwei's Mahayana zhenqi in her body has been exhausted, and her internal energy has become more and more sluggish in the past few days, and she can't even control her own internal energy.

Yan Zhefei knew very well that her day was coming.

She had a long dream last night, dreaming of many people from the past.There was always a drizzle in the dream. She dreamed that she was still the former Guihai Yanlan, who grew up carefree in Erfei, and then married her childhood sweetheart fiancé Meng Chiyi as a matter of course.

Her father, Guihai Wenjing, younger brother Guihai Mingyuan, and sisters Ji Wusu, Mu Xiyun, and Fang Jingci, who were married to Jinlan, were all there, and there were many others.There was neither the fire nor the massacre. The Er Fei Medicine Sect was always there, and she was always Gui Haiyan Lan. Everyone lived well.

Perhaps it was because the dream was so beautiful, even this morning when she vomited blood again and was almost out of breath, Yan Zhefei still felt rare relief and joy.

When she opened the window, Yan Zhefei noticed that it was really raining today, just like the rain in her dream, she suddenly wanted to go outside for a walk.

Both Meng Chiyi and Master Wanggui were driven to Yingbei by her this morning, and now she is alone, holding an old paper umbrella and strolling slowly on the quiet and deserted road.

Yinghai is much more prosperous than Erfei, with five steps, one scene and ten steps and one pavilion.Even after the baptism of war and epidemics, the long street is now empty, and the countless Qionglou Yuyu in the misty rain, still vividly outlines the bustling scene of the city that never sleeps.

Yan Zhefei walked alone along the street, the drizzle was pouring down, washing away all the dust in the world, and gradually calming down even people's hearts.

The east wind on the long street suddenly picked up, and fine rain was blowing in front of her face. Yan Zhefei subconsciously closed her eyes with her umbrella sideways, and in the blink of an eye, something happened suddenly.

Meng Chiyi was checking today's herbal medicine list with Master Wanggui, he woke up this morning feeling restless, always feeling that something big was about to happen.He couldn't resist Yan Zhefei's insistence on staying in the courtyard alone, so he had to come out with Wanggui.

The time has passed, and the drizzle in Yinghai City is getting denser and denser. Meng Chiyi looks out of the window from time to time, absently taking the teacup that he forgot to hand to him, not wanting to be careless for a while and not holding it firmly. It slipped down between the fingers and shattered to the ground with a "bang".

Meng Chiyi stared blankly at the broken porcelain rolled to his feet, for a moment he could hardly tell what was today and what was, his mind went blank, he only felt that the sound of his heart beating was extraordinarily violent at this moment, hitting his ears one after another .

Until Wanggui came over and patted him on the shoulder, Meng Chiyi turned his head in a daze, and met Wanggui's concerned and questioning eyes, as if he suddenly came to his senses, and ran out.

Along with the drizzle, there was also a sleeve silk full of murderous intent that was blown to the eyes by the wind.

The sky-long needles were mixed in the fine rain and were sprinkled in front of them all at once. Yan Zhefei had already reacted the first time the killing intent came, with a paper umbrella in her hand to block in front of her.

The umbrella was densely covered with needles in the sleeve, and Yan Zhefei's internal force surged when she turned her hand, and she slapped the handle of the umbrella fiercely, and the needles stuck on the umbrella surface instantly returned to the same way, and stabbed in all directions.

Almost all the assassins hiding in the long street were shot out, with vigilant eyes and persistent swords surrounding Yan Zhefei in the middle.

Yan Zhefei put away her umbrella and stood in the rain, her gaze coldly swept over these people one by one.The corner of her mouth twitched into a mocking smile, and she tossed the broken umbrella with only the ribs in her hand into the air. The next moment, the ribs suddenly fell apart, and the scattered bamboo branches hung clearly in her palm.

Yan Zhefei flicked her fingers, and the thin bamboo branches passed through the rain curtain, and in the blink of an eye, they had pierced the throats of the assassins surrounding them.

The blood was mixed in the rain and flowed to people's feet at a leisurely pace. Yan Zhefei looked down lightly and continued to walk forward slowly.

Her mood didn't seem to be spoiled by this sudden assassination. Su Lang and Ye Xinghui had mentioned to her a long time ago that there were nails inserted by Jing Wangan among the refugees in Yingbei. .

Yan Zhefei raised her eyes and glanced at the fish that slipped through the net just now, her inner strength gathered in her palm again, and she stretched out her hand to grab the drizzle that fell in front of her, and the rain gathered into water balls and hung between her fingers.

Seeing this scene, the few remaining assassins were horrified, realizing that the person in front of them was not an ordinary "miracle doctor", and subconsciously stepped back.

A cold smile escaped Yan Zhefei's lips, and her wrist was turned over again. The water ball opened in her palm, and was about to turn into a water arrow and rush out, but Yan Zhefei's body suddenly shook, and all the strength in her palm was lost. The water mass suddenly dispersed into a pool of water, which slowly trickled down between her fingers.

Yan Zhefei staggered two steps forward, the breath in her body was in a mess.Coincidentally, the backlash of Suhui Bone Refinement started again at this moment, and she couldn't gather any more strength from her fingertips, and blood poured from her chest to her mouth.

The assassins around looked at each other, looked at each other, and looked at the person who stopped suddenly at the last moment. The horrifying scene was still deeply engraved in their minds. They were all hesitant at the moment, and no one dared to be the first to go up. forward.

Yan Zhefei forcibly swallowed the blood rushing to her throat, coldly swept past several people on the street corner, tried her best to stabilize her figure and pretended nothing had happened, and walked forward.

The truly deadly assassin waited for an opportunity, and just as she took the third step forward, the sound of sharp blades piercing the wind came rushing through the rain curtain behind her.

Yan Zhefei instinctively sensed the danger, and she wanted to turn around subconsciously, but she couldn't muster her internal strength, and compared to the sharp sword that struck at the back of her heart, she was too slow at this moment.

Yan Zhefei had just moved half a step when the sword pierced through her heart and pierced fiercely from her chest.

"Didn't you say that even if I know the truth, there is no way for me to avenge my husband?" Ming Yu whispered behind her: "But now, I have killed you."

Yan Zhefei lowered her head in a daze, and saw streams of blood coming out of the sword.At this moment, her body suddenly exploded with destructive power, the sword in her heart was instantly forced out of her body, Ming Yu behind her was violently swept out by the internal force sweeping the entire street, and fell to the ground, choking out a puddle of blood.

"Ming Yu——" Yan Zhefei staggered and turned around, looking at Ming Yu who was lying on the ground. The bright green jade that pierced through Yan Zhefei's heart just now fell in Ming Yu's hand, and he tried his best to pick it up. pick it up.

But this time, the Lord Qianyong was faster than him, and the sword flew over in the air with a wave of his hand, and Yan Zhefei caught it in his hand, and threw it in Ming Yu's direction.

"This is what you owe him." Ming Yu wiped away the blood that was constantly overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and tried to get up from the ground. There was no fear of death in his eyes, he only looked at Yan Zhefei, and repeated: "This You owe GUI Hai Mingyuan."

Yan Zhefei looked at Ming Yu expressionlessly, her eyelids were heavy, her strength kept pulling away from her body, and she almost couldn't hold the sword in her hand steadily.

Ming Yu uttered the words "Gui Hai Ming Yuan", like the last boulder suddenly fell on her overwhelmed heart.She couldn't lift up any more strength, the sword in her hand fell to the ground, and her body fell along with it.

In the blur before her eyes, she saw Meng Chiyi's frightened figure running towards her with all his might.

Yan Zhefei felt that she was hugged in someone's arms, and the misty rain just like in the dream was scattered all over the sky, but at this moment, she no longer felt the hometown feeling in the dream, but only felt the coldness that penetrated her heart.

She heard Meng Chiyi calling her name one after another, and felt a steady stream of internal energy poured into her body from Meng Chiyi's palm, but quickly drained away completely.

Yan Zhefei tried her best to open her eyes, shook her head and held Meng Chiyi's hand, she saw big tears dripping from Meng Chiyi's eyes, she wanted to reach out to wipe him clean, but she couldn't lift her hand no matter what , so I had no choice but to show a slight smile "as far as I can": "Don't cry..."

"I'm going to die, Chi Yi." Yan Zhefei looked into his eyes and said with a smile: "Don't be unhappy... You know, after I was 16, I haven't lived a day for myself, I'm very tired ...so you have to be happy for me."

Meng Chiyi hugged Yan Zhefei tightly in his arms, whose eyes were constantly wandering, as if this could give the person in his arms some warmth.His hands were covered with Yan Lan's blood, and he desperately tried to block the bleeding hole on her chest, but it was all in vain.He kept shaking his head, and whimpered indistinctly: "Ayan..."

"I'm here, Chi Yi." Yan Zhefei just smiled, her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and many old friends began to appear in her mind, and she seemed to hear many people calling her in the ear Name, she couldn't tell who these people were, she just wanted to say yes in a daze.

Until the hoarse "Ayan—" in her ear, her consciousness came back again, and Meng Chiyi's face appeared in front of her eyes.

Yan Zhefei once again smiled with all her strength, she couldn't raise her hand, so she had to grab Meng Chiyi's sleeve: "I want to marry you."

"I want to marry you." Yan Zhefei heard herself say, she shook her head hard, looked into Meng Chiyi's eyes, her voice unconsciously carried a little cry: "But in the next life, you have to remember, don't meet again Fuck me."

Through the rainy curtain, Yan Zhefei seems to have seen the past of her 30 years of walking alone.All her life, she has been constantly passively losing and giving up on herself, family, clan, friends, kindness, human heart... In the long world of mortals, everything is no longer what it was before.

30 years can really change a lot, the only constant around her is probably the sincerity that Meng Chiyi gave her.But she felt that she was not worthy of this sincerity.

"So in the next life, Meng Xiaoliu, don't meet me again, remember..."

The drizzle fell on her face, and it was icy cold. Yan Zhefei's eyes passed through the heavy mist and rain, and the crabapple flowers all over the mountains and plains of Erfei Medicine Sect bloomed and withered in front of her eyes, and finally burned to a torch, all of which turned into red dust. A handful of dust.

Is it worth it?

Yan Zhefei didn't know.

But at the last moment of her life, the boulder that had been pressed on her shoulders for more than [-] years finally turned into a graceful smoke. Yan Zhefei felt a complete relief from her body and mind. Meng Chiyi's hand, the drizzle fell on his face, his heart and eyes were full of yearning for freedom——

"Chi Yi, I'm going to die, don't cry. Can you bury me in the desert outside Qianyong City? It's far away from the south of the Yangtze River, far from the imperial capital. If there is a next life, I hope I can sing forever Horse, whip to the end of the world, never want to live under the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River for the second time..."

……

It was clearly Ji Xia's day, but a misty rain covered the twelve cities in the south of the Yangtze River at this sunset.

Even Cangwu City, the southernmost city in Yunzhou, thousands of miles away in the south of the Yangtze River, is also raining today.

Ye Jianwei, the lord of the Eastern Capital, broke through the heavy guards of the city lord's mansion, and landed silently in the deepest courtyard. He glanced around——

The hidden guards in all directions in the courtyard moved instantly, and the formations under their feet were about to explode. Amidst the heavy rain, Fang Jingci, the female city lord of Cangwu City, seemed to be aware of it, and slowly walked out of the Buddhist hall.

"stop."

There was no blood on her lips, and her voice was not loud. All the hidden guards stopped their hands as promised, and looked at the person coming vigilantly.

Fang Jingci looked at the old man in front of her, was stunned for a while, and said in a shy voice, "Xiyun..."

"She's waiting for you in Huai Ze City." Ye Jianwei said, "Your son is also there."

When Fang Jingci heard this, a faint pale smile appeared on her face.

Ye Jianwei got straight to the point and said, "Something happened in Changzhou, and I have something to talk to you about."

Fang Jingci was not surprised, as if she had foreseen something, she just lowered her eyes and nodded, calmly retreating the guard and the maid.

No one knows what Fang Jingci and Ye Jianwei talked about, but when she walked out of the Buddhist hall, there was no softness on Fang Jingci's face, replaced by unquestionable perseverance and determination.

It took the female city lord three days to adjust the defenses of Cangwu City, arrange everything in the family, pay homage to the ancestral hall of the Cangwu Fang family for the last time, and then set foot on the imperial capital alone with Ye Jianwei, the lord of the Eastern Capital. way.

The author says:

There are still three chapters to finish, and I will finish writing this week!

As for how His Majesty specifically interrogated senior brother, cough cough cough, I believe everyone understands, right?

Extra episodes are currently tentatively scheduled:

1. What is Su Lang Xinghui's "Let's Dispose";

2. Congratulations!Chu Shanhua finally walked through the main entrance openly and returned to the Wangshu Hall in Lishan Mountain;

3. Shuli and Xiao Xiao should also be able to write, but the specific content has not yet been decided.

If there are other things you want to see, you can leave a message, as long as you don't disassemble the CP, other things can be considered.

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