Watch the sea

Nanshan started to rain the next day.

The fine and long raindrops poured down on the dilapidated Taoist temple eaves, gathered into thin streams, and hit the withered dry grass slowly along the gaps in the eaves tiles.

Ming Yu's eyes were dim and hard to distinguish, looking at the unconscious princess Qinghe who was leaning against the wall, his eyes seemed to be solidified and caressed back and forth between her eyebrows and eyes.As the saying goes, my nephew, Uncle Xiao, Qinghe is not so much like Yan Zhefei, but more like Guihai Mingyuan. Yu actually didn't want to hurt Qinghe.

He leaned down and stretched out his arms to wrap around the princess's neck, so slender and fragile, as long as he squeezed it gently with a little bit of inner strength, Yan Zhefei's daughter would die in his hands.

Jiang Jincheng's dark guard standing beside him couldn't help frowning and took a step forward when he saw this.

Before he could make a sound to stop him, Ming Yu let go of his hand, glanced sideways at the hidden guard, and smiled lightly on his lips: "Don't worry, I know, how to deal with the princess will wait for His Royal Highness King Jing's order." .”

He gave a low laugh, moved his hand down, and took a Qingluan jade pendant from the princess's waist, held it in his hand and shook it at the dark guard: "Is it okay for me to take it?"

"random."

Ming Yu smiled and licked his lips. At the moment when the guard let down his vigilance, he suddenly pulled out the long sword from his waist, turned around and slashed at the princess——

The dark guard didn't have time to stop him, and suddenly his eyes widened.

The rain in Nanshan this season lasts for a whole day, sometimes rushing and sometimes slowing down, and it doesn't stop for a while. Even so, there are still an endless stream of people going up the mountain to burn incense and worship Buddha.

Meng Chiyi didn't even hold up an umbrella in the continuous rain, the water spray mixed with the dust on the ground splashed on the hem of his clothes, leaving balls of ink-colored water stains.

His face was as heavy as water, and he walked quickly into the meditation room, his expression was a bit heavier than the mist covering the mountains and rivers outside: "Ayan, something happened."

Yan Zhefei frowned and turned around: "Why, haven't you found Qinghe yet?"

Meng Chiyi shook his head, and handed her a sandalwood brocade box, which contained a Qingluan jade pendant and...a strand of blood-stained hair: "I found it in the inn where Qinghe lived. When our people found her place, Qinghe has disappeared, and the carriage driver who was traveling with her didn't know anything, and there is only this brocade box that was deliberately placed on the table in the room."

Yan Zhefei's face lost all blood in an instant, and the gold-encrusted jade pendant, which showed the identity of the eldest princess, slipped from her trembling fingers, and hit the bluestone floor with a "clang", the crisp sound of gold and stone colliding almost pierced through Yan Zhefei's face. Folded Fei's eardrums, blackened in front of her eyes, and the lifeless and complicated patterns seemed to have been ordered to break through the ground, growing wantonly along her neck and spreading to her cheeks.

Meng Chiyi turned pale with shock, and hurriedly supported her staggering and fallen body. Yan Zhefei was like a fish out of water, lying on the dry shore and struggling to breathe, the blood in her body seemed to be competing with each other wherever the patterns spread. It boiled clamorously and made a sound of hunger and thirst.

It wasn't until the rain stopped outside that she barely managed to get over the backlash caused by not refining her bones for a long time, and her slack eyes gradually focused.

There is no gain in vain in this world, one day goes back and forth and refines one's bones, and one cannot get rid of it in one's life.

Meng Chiyi tried to persuade her a few times, but since meeting Princess Qinghe at the Yi'an Temple in the imperial capital a few months ago, she has never practiced bone training again.

If this continues, she won't live long.

Yan Zhefei managed to calm down her disordered breathing, and tried her best to examine the brocade box carefully for a while. When her eyes touched the edge stained with blood, her trembling fingertips still betrayed the great panic she couldn't hide in her heart. It took a lifetime of effort to explore every inch of the brocade box.

Yan Zhefei's fingers were finally engraved on the inconspicuous "King" imprint on the inner corner of the brocade box. The blue veins protruding from excessive force crawled all over the back of her hand, and her round nails obviously couldn't bear such pressure. With force, the bright red blood drops slipped from the edge of the cracked nails, and slowly seeped into the wood texture of the brocade box, mixing with the originally stained dark red blood.Yan Zhefei didn't seem to feel the pain at all, her chest heaved violently, exhausted all her strength, and gritted her teeth before uttering a sentence: "King King... Let's go to Dingkang."

Meng Chiyi looked at her broken nails and frowned slightly, but took the words back, and only reminded: "Ayan, wait, why did King Jing get involved with Qinghe for no reason? He shouldn't know Qinghe came to Nanshan."

Yan Zhefei's footsteps stopped suddenly, that's right, Qinghe's trip was obviously aimed at her, hurried and secretive, no one should know that Qinghe came to Nanshan, except...

"Ming Yu!" Yan Zhefei almost gritted her silver teeth.She was too careless, she knew that Ming Yu had escaped her control, but she still relented that day and did not kill him.She thought that Ming Yu would at most lure Qinghe to Nanshan to make her feel uncomfortable, but she never thought that he would have the guts to take Qinghe directly. This kid would do anything for Gui Haimingyuan.

Yan Zhefei quickly calmed down, and after thinking for a while, she still made up her mind: "Going to Dingkang City, Ming Yu probably said something to King Jing, King Jing should know the relationship between Qinghe and me, as long as he wants to Lord Qianyong helped him, so he would never touch Qinghe rashly. I haven't talked to him much these days, presumably he was afraid that my heart would not be with him, and wanted to tie me up with Qinghe and give me a warning, so he deliberately Send someone to leave this box."

Yan Zhefei and Meng Chiyi rushed to Dingkang at the fastest speed. They did not take the official road, but took the less-traveled but closer trail.

The horseshoes splashed muddy water, and brown water flowers bloomed one after another in mid-air. At the end of the forest, there was a dilapidated and dilapidated Taoist temple standing alone in the rain. State direction to catch.

Meng Chiyi turned his head inadvertently, only to realize that they had gone a long way, and the dilapidated Taoist temple gradually condensed into a dark dot in the rain, and the outline could no longer be seen clearly.

Princess Qinghe woke up in a dull pain. She barely opened her eyes a crack. The darkness and pain made her unable to tell whether it was day or night outside. and the sound of water dripping on the dry grass.

The dry grass under her body was damp, and there was a smell of corruption. Qinghe tried her best to lean against the wall to support her body. The sharp pain on her left shoulder forced her to wake up instantly. She remembered that she lost consciousness in the inn. The other party was obviously aiming at her. She didn't understand that a powerless princess like herself would be worthy of someone's deliberate attention. However, the pain left her no time to think about it. There was a gash several inches long on her left shoulder that was slowly healed. Blood was dripping down, and a stray strand of hair just happened to be stuck to the rolled flesh by the coagulated blood clot, and the slightest movement caused a sharp pain.

Qinghe didn't dare to make a sound, gritted his teeth and pulled out a handkerchief from his sleeve, and was about to cover the wound, when his eyes accidentally glanced at the empty waist, and his heart shivered suddenly.

Her eldest princess Qingluan jade pendant was gone, Qinghe's thoughts turned, and she hurriedly reached out to poke into the wide sleeve, but the sleeve was empty as expected, and what was lost was the Dongjun order given to her by the young master of Lishan Mountain. .

The handkerchief slipped from between her fingers to the ground unknowingly, and her heart also sank to the bottom of the valley.

A drop of blood that was slowly condensing and forming was precariously hanging on the tip of the hair. The moment the blood dripped on the dry grass, Qinghe suddenly heard the sound of someone talking outside.

Ming Yu took off the bamboo hat on his head, and seeing Jiang Jincheng's hidden guard looking at him warily, he couldn't help chuckling: "You really think I'm going to kill her?"

The hidden guard didn't answer, but instead asked, "What did you do just now?"

Ming Yu lowered his head and brushed off the water droplets on his clothes, obviously not wanting to mention it, he wrote lightly: "I went to the inn outside the city to get some things."

The dark guard didn't seem to understand the meaning behind his words, and continued to ask: "What is it?"

Ming Yu raised his head to meet the gaze of the upper dark guard, his eyes were so deep that he couldn't see the bottom, he said with a half-smile, "Aren't you asking a little too much, I don't seem to be from Jiang Jincheng yet? Then you are acting on behalf of the Lord Qianyong." Ask me something?"

Hearing the words "Master of Qianyong Realm", the dark guard couldn't help but look away, coughed in a disguised voice, and said in a cold and stubborn voice, "Princess must not move until Her Highness's order."

The corners of Ming Yu's lips were smiling, and he was about to speak, when the tip of his ears moved suddenly, and he could vaguely recognize the sound of a horse's hooves in the boundless rain, the dark guard and him looked at each other, and they both hid behind the gate of the Taoist temple holding their swords in unison .

The sound of horseshoes approached from far to near, and finally stopped in front of the Taoist temple gate. The dark guard saw the visitor from the gap behind the gate, and stepped forward with relief. The princess went to Nanshan to worship Buddha in private, but she didn't want to meet a group of robbers on the road and die unfortunately."

Hearing this, Ming Yu raised his hand and touched his chin, with a pleasant smile in his voice, he turned his head and said to the dark guard: "It seems that His Royal Highness King Jing is going to kill her now, so you don't have to be wary of me anymore, right?"

The dark guard glanced at him coldly and remained silent.

Ming Yu didn't care about the guard's attitude at all, the corners of his brows and eyes were full of satisfaction, and the corners of his lips raised upwards uncontrollably.

He intentionally did not tell King Jing about the relationship between Princess Qinghe and the Lord Qianyong. King Jing is cruel, with his eyes high above his head, and he always regards human life as worthless. The princess with no mother's family is in my eyes.He just wanted to see, in the heart of Yan Zhefei, the master of Qianyong Realm, whether the enmity of Erfei Medicine Sect was more important, or whether her daughter's death could not be tolerated by her.

If King Jing killed Qing and Princess Chang, would the Lord Qianyong kill King Jing in a fit of anger?

She wants King Jing to rebel, so she can't touch him, not only can't kill her female enemy, but also has to help him, she can only endure the death of the princess forever, even if everything goes as Yan Zhefei wishes in the future, the emperor cleans up Respect the king, it is impossible for the princess to come back from the dead.If she cared more about the princess and took King Jing's life on the spot, all the layout of these years would be ruined.

Ming Yu just wanted Yan Zhefei to know how to write the word "unsatisfactory". Didn't she say that he could only hate her husband helplessly? Even if he wanted Yan Zhefei to taste it himself, he could only hate it. The feeling that nothing can be done, nothing can take it back.

As for the Dongjun order that has already arrived in the hands of King Jing, King Jing will definitely use it. Once the emperor investigates it, no matter whether it is Lishan Dongjun Chu Heng or the young master of Lishan Ye Xinghui who gave this jade talisman, he will definitely use it. They can't escape the relationship, and they all have to taste this "difficult" taste.

The rain was getting heavier, even though he was wearing a coir raincoat, half of Xinghui's clothes were soaked by the rain.

In order to save time and reach Nanshan faster, they did not take the official route.All the way from Changzhou, the people and horses were exhausted, and the rain was too heavy at the moment, so I had to find a place to take shelter.

Su Lang looked up, and there was a faint silhouette of blue bricks and black tiles not far in front of him, hidden in the rain, it seemed to be a long-abandoned Taoist temple.

The heavy rain in early summer fell all the way from Nanshan in Ningzhou to Huaize in Changzhou.

Most of the shops on the Long Street in Huai Ze City are half closed, and no one is willing to come out on a heavy rainy day. These shop assistants who are busy in the past rarely have a day of leisure, warm a few rice wine, and simply enjoy the misty rain all over the city Wine tasting and gossip in the hall.

Stealing half a day of leisure, people and the city are lazily lying in the rare comfortable time.

And the Lishan Silver Building at the corner of the long street suddenly waited for the first business of the day in the rainy and foggy afternoon.

The author says:

The focus of the painting: Taoism.

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