Watch the sea

The night was boundless, Ming Yu hid in the dark place ten feet away from the Lushui Cemetery, watching the last shadow guard of the Son of Heaven come out of the garden, touched the small silver knife in his arms, and flew down, using the shadow of the tree to the grave.

He asked for leave from the Hall of Martial Arts on the grounds of going back to his hometown to worship his ancestors. In fact, he had no ancestors to worship. He was born as an orphan without a name and surname, and his parents were named by his husband.

Ming Yu.

Ming and Yu are both light, Mr. said, I hope he can stand under the light all his life, and never forget that there is an eternal sun in the world because of the haze of the past.

But his husband didn't know that he himself was Ming Yu's light.

Now his light is sleeping in the ground, right in front of his eyes, how much he wants to hug him, and let him hug himself.

When he saw Yan Zhefei for the first time, Ming Yu also thought that his light had returned, just like the sun would rise in the east and set in the west, his sun would rise again.

It's so similar, whether it's the tone of voice when talking to him, or the tone of calling him "Ayu", and even the little habit of sending him a bag of zongzi candy when sending him a letter on festivals and birthdays, he once really Thought it was lost.

It wasn't until Yan Zhefei asked him to monitor the imperial capital that he knew that this person was not his light.

Even though they are so similar, it seems that they have deliberately stepped out of a template.

It's just a fake look, and it's not real.

Gui Haimingyuan's body will never have such a heavy haze, even after going through such terrible years, his heart is still warm.His husband is full of light and love in his bones, while Yan Zhefei has only hatred in his body.

But he still agreed.

He promised to monitor every move of the imperial capital, promised to put the dead into the Sixuan Defense Army during the fall of Ulsan to rob Su Lang secretly, promised to take the jade pendant of Master Wuju from Su Lang, and even called him "Sir", because Yan Zhefei is so similar to Gui Haimingyuan, even though he knows the light is fake, he is still like a moth to a flame, unable to restrain himself, he really wants to embrace his light.

So when Yan Zhefei offered him a chance to kill Lishan Dongjun, he didn't refuse, and took over from Yan Zhefei the Mahayana jade pendant left by Master Wuju.

Ming Yu smiled silently, stroked the radiant jade pendant in his hand, it seems that the Lingyu that was stolen from Su Lang in Ulsan Autumn was really a rare Mahayana spiritual weapon, no wonder that Yan folded the jade pendant at that time If such a thing is necessary, even the leader of the Shadow Guard who was at the peak of Guiyi Realm just now has not noticed his existence.

It's no wonder that Yan Zhefei said that with the help of this jade pendant, the seriously injured Dong Jun Chu Heng could be killed.

Ming Yu helped up the tombstone that had collapsed on the ground, and wiped away the blood and dust on the tombstone.

But how could I let the hometown you wanted to spend your whole life be stained with blood because of me? How could I kill the person you loved so much in front of your grave?Even though I am so jealous of those three Lishan people.

my mr.

Ming Yu said silently in his heart, glanced coldly at the jade pendant in his hand, and slowly poured an inner force, the jade pendant instantly became iridescent, and the thick and boundless Mahayana internal force spread like a tide, and then disappeared invisible.

The jade pendant opened a third crack and lost all its luster.

"I don't know why the Shadow Guard of the Son of Heaven arrived suddenly, but I couldn't kill Chu Heng. The leader was Ling Qi. I had to use the jade pendant to get away. I'm sorry to disappoint you, Yan..." Ming Yu paused, and said the last word Swallowing it back, he continued to talk to himself: "Sir."

He can't let his light that has been sleeping in the ground stand up again in the world, and he can't let his light sleep peacefully after death.

Ming Yu twitched the corners of his mouth, and under the cover of night, he hurriedly left the Lushui Cemetery and rode his horse towards the direction of the imperial capital.

On March [-]th, he had been away from Lushui for three days. He suddenly met a group of people on the border of Changzhou, and they were rushing towards the south of the Yangtze River. But it was more eager, as if it had been going all night.

Ming Yu had a hasty face to face with them, he was startled, he quickly turned his face away, and passed by the group of people through the cover of the hood.

"The figure of the person who just passed by seems familiar." Su Lang looked back and said.

Hearing this, Xinghui glanced back, and there was only a figure shrouded in a cloak in the distance. He shook his head and said with some doubts: "I didn't see it."

"Maybe I was wrong, it's okay." That person should be worshiping his ancestors in his hometown in Qingzhou now, Su Lang regained his senses and continued to move forward.

They received a report from the shadow guard overnight yesterday morning——Chu Heng was almost on the verge of dying in Lushui. When the emperor shadow guard sent to see him, his face was as pale as paper, his breath was like gossamer, and half of his clothes were covered. Blood stained, trauma is nothing, what is really terrible is that his whole body breath is completely chaotic, Ling Qi adjusted his internal breath a few times, and lost his internal energy a few times, but it was like a stone sinking into the ocean, and the counts were disordered The Mahayana Qi was rampant in his body, making a mess of the seven meridians, eight meridians, and the sea of ​​Qi in the dantian, and he couldn't control it at all, but these Qis still came from Chu Heng himself, and Ling Qi was helpless for a while.He knew the importance of this person to His Majesty, so he had to send someone back to the imperial capital overnight to deliver the letter.

Ling Ye has been in the imperial court for many years, and the majestic and calm demeanor that an emperor should have had long been perfected. But when he received the secret letter, his whole body was shaking, and the chill and fear hit him all over again. Feet, almost sweat through heavy clothing.

Five years ago, when the imperial capital changed, he suddenly launched an attack. When he cut off the wings of Queen Mother Zhong and King Qi, and regained the power of the emperor, he had never been as nervous and flustered as he is today.

Almost without hesitation, he went to Lushui immediately. Fortunately, the work report in March was coming to an end. He only briefly explained that he was sick, and then informed Ye Shuli and Ye Xinghui, and set off for Lushui immediately.

On the way here, he didn't say a word, and his whole heart was burning with anxiety. When he finally saw the person sitting cross-legged on the couch, his hanging heart was slightly relieved.

Chu Heng has already woken up, but his breath is still unstable, there is no trace of blood on his face, and fine cold sweat hangs on his forehead.Seeing Ling Ye, he was stunned for a moment, then he seemed relieved, and stretched out his hand to him: "Your Majesty, it hurts, give me a hug."

Ling Ye's heart softened. He walked quickly to the couch, hugged her in his arms, and pecked at the corner of his lips, but he only said, "Don't be coquettish."

He didn't dare to hold Chu Heng too tightly, for fear of hurting him again, he just let him lean in his arms, grabbed his hand and checked his pulse, and sure enough, as the shadow guard said, his inner breath was still chaotic .

Ling Ye's heart picked up again, and he made a gesture to adjust Chu Heng's breath again. Chu Heng stopped him, and the breath he exhaled seemed to be a little painful: "No, I have suppressed the situation before, and that day in that battle The inside was forcibly broken open, and the Mahayana inner breath surged up uncontrollably, now I have to bear it first, wait for me to slow down and then adjust the breath by myself, it's not a problem."

"Does it hurt a lot?" Ling Ye stroked the sweat-soaked hair on his forehead, feeling the pain in his heart as if he had been nailed hard by an awl.

Chu Heng leaned in his arms, closed his eyes, and nodded feebly: "Your Majesty hug me."

Ling Ye carefully pulled him into his arms, but saw Chu Heng sitting up straight again. After a while, there was a soft voice coming from the door, Chu Heng exhaled slowly, and asked aloud: " What are you two doing outside the door?"

The door opened in response, and Ye Xinghui and Ye Shuli were standing at the door. Seeing the sober Chu Heng, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and Xinghui said, "Come and see how you are doing."

Chu Heng squinted at the two of them: "What can I do, I can't die, come here in a hurry, go to rest first."

The group of them came from the imperial capital day and night, and they hadn't closed their eyes for nearly two days. Seeing that he really woke up, their hearts were slightly relieved, and a deep tiredness swept over their brows and eyes.

Ye Shuli saw that Chu Heng's face was pale, but he was not in a coma and his life was hanging by a thread, and his face returned to the usual smile: "That's fine, I thought we came to see you for the last time, then Shouldn't you hurry up?"

Xinghui added another sentence: "I'm just afraid that if I don't see you again."

Chu Heng's forehead twitched, and he said a word in a straight voice: "Get lost!"

The two of them saw that the elder brother still had the strength to curse people, so they knew that there would be no big troubles, so they were relieved a little, yawned and went back.

As soon as the door was closed, Chu Heng's shoulders relaxed, and he leaned against Ling Ye's arms again, touched the black eyes under his eyes, and unconsciously softened his voice and said distressedly: "Your Majesty, please sleep for a while, and I will sleep too."

Ling Ye embraced him in his arms, and fell asleep on the couch with him.

Chu Heng's breath was unstable, and his frowning eyebrows never relaxed. Ling Ye didn't sleep well all night. He was afraid that the people around him would be in severe pain, so he adjusted his breath. It was already bright outside, so Ling Ye got up and changed his clothes. Clothes, just stepped out of the door, before closing the door, suddenly saw a person in the courtyard.

The faces of the Tianzi shadow guards around him suddenly changed, there were many guards outside, no one knew how this person got in, even a bird in the courtyard was alarmed, and just appeared out of thin air.

The person who came was also busy, seeing Ling Ye, he smiled and nodded, "Your Majesty."

Ling Ye frowned slightly, and before he could respond, Chu Heng got up at some point, and walked out from behind the half-hidden door, his face was still extremely pale, he bit his lip, and shouted to the visitor : "Master."

Ye Jianwei, the master of the Eastern Capital.

The author says:

Xinghui didn't know that his father was coming, at this moment, the young master of Lishan was sleeping with his elder brother Su Lang, it was very sweet.