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"Dead?" Ye Jianwei's eyebrows twitched, and the vague premonition that had been lingering in his heart for several days suddenly came to fruition. He looked out of the window of the post house with sideways eyes. In the distant sky, the black image outlined by the green hills in the distance is a dormant giant beast, and in the dark night, it begins to show its sharp minions that have been hiding for a long time to the imperial capital.

According to the schedule, they could reach the imperial capital tomorrow, but Yuan Zeliang died tonight.

"Yes." The shadow guard frowned, and couldn't help but shudder when he recalled the scene just now, "When I found out, I was already dying, and the death was strange... extremely tragic."

For the emperor's shadow guard, who is used to seeing blood, to say such a thing, it is naturally more than just a "miserable" word.

Ye Jianwei frowned, looking at the inhuman mummy on the ground, the withered macula covered Yuan Zeliang's whole body, on the shriveled and deformed face, a bit of resentment could be discerned in the empty eyes, he opened his mouth halfway , Stretching out his withered hands like dry wood as far as possible forward, as if trying to grab something.The night wind suddenly entered the hall, and the mummy half lying on the ground was blown staggeringly, and fell sideways.

"I found it when I delivered the food. I have checked the food and water, and there is no possibility of poisoning." The shadow guard glanced at the corpse, hesitated when he said "poison", paused and continued: "The doors and windows are closed, no one has ever entered, and there is no sound inside. It seems like a moment, and people are already like this."

It wasn't poison, and it was nonsense to assassinate under the eyes of the Eastern Capital's leader, but he did die without anyone noticing.

The shadow guards felt sad, they secretly escorted Yuan Zeliang from Huai Ze to the imperial capital, the sooner the better, but the journey was slow.There was no other reason, King Jing made a murderous move, only Jiang Jincheng came to rob and kill Yuan Zeliang, there were already countless waves, and it was precisely because of this that Yuan Zeliang was so important.Fortunately, the owner of the Eastern Capital was invited, and the road was unimpeded, but on the eve of arriving at the imperial capital, Yuan Zeliang died strangely, and the success fell short.

"It's Gu."

The shadow guard raised his head when he heard the sound, and Ye Jian glanced at the shadows of the trees in the courtyard from the corner of his eye. His expression moved slightly, and he sighed and said in a deep voice, "It's our carelessness. The most reliable and trustworthy person for King Jing is his mother clan. The centipede is dead but not stiff, even if the Zhong family of Yanxi was killed by the barbarians, they still have some ability."

"Yanxi Zhong's family?"

Ye Jian nodded slightly, the cold killing intent flashed away in his eyes, his tone was still calm as usual: "Dayin Martial Dao has no witchcraft, and they all came from Nanxi. Yanxi is located in Qingzhou, far from Nanxi. Xi is not far away, the Yanxi Zhong Sect's forte is Gu Jutsu, this is not the first time..."

His voice lowered, and the shadow guard couldn't hear the words behind him. Before he could ask, Ye Jianwei said with some self-reproach: "Yuan Zeliang's death is a foregone conclusion. I'm afraid now he is following the way of respecting the king. You were conceived before." Ze Shenren, Chu Heng once casually mentioned to me that Yuan Zeliang has a Gu that can block and control mind skills, and he didn't pay much attention to it at that time, but he didn't expect that there was more than one Gu, in the final analysis, Dong Jun and I were negligent."

The shadow guard quickly waved his hands: "Kyushu Martial Arts is not good at this way, the master of the realm is serious."

Ye Jianwei's expression suddenly became a little melancholy, and he murmured: "Yes, among the many martial arts sects of Dayin, there is no one who is good at dispelling Gu..." He sighed lightly, his voice tinged with worry: "From From Huai Ze to the imperial capital, along the way King Jing sent to kill Yuan Zeliang one after another, and they went on and on without stopping, but now it seems that they are all to confuse the view, making us think that he really wants to kill Yuan Zeliang, He made such a great effort to perform this outburst, and he was afraid that this 'hit' would be a fatal blow."

The shadow guard looked dignified, and was about to speak, but saw a flash of cold light, and the sword at his waist was suddenly unsheathed, and Ye Jianwei held it in his hand when he turned around. He stepped out of the room half a step, blocking the shadow guards of the emperor behind.

Along the way, no matter how many dead men from Jiangjin City came to rob, the lord of the Eastern Capital has always been able to do a job with ease, and has never shown any urgency. At this moment, the extremely cold killing and oppression of the Mahayana Realm are as real as they are, spreading layer by layer in the courtyard without restraint When the wind came to an end, the trees were quiet, everyone held their breath unconsciously, and there was a dead silence in the dark night.

"Come out." Ye Jian said in a low voice, "Have you listened long enough?"

There was an abrupt chuckle in the night sky, and a black shadow appeared on the treetop out of thin air. At this moment, the stagnant wind began to blow again, the leaves rustled, and the black shadow stood on the tip of the leaf, as if the whole person turned into a treetop A touch of fresh green, swaying with the trees in the wind.

"Yuan Zeliang is dead?" Her tone was brisk, and she seemed to be in a very happy mood.

Ye Jianwei's eyes were dark and he didn't respond.

Yan Zhefei tipped her toes and walked towards the wind. She didn't care about the cold light in Ye Jianwei's hand, and walked towards the room on her own.She glanced at the withered grass-like mummy on the ground, raised her eyebrows, and couldn't hide her surprise: "Life and death are dry and prosperous?"

Ye Jianwei looked at her sideways: "You know?"

Yan Zhefei's smile faded away in an instant, she gritted her teeth, she was a little out of breath, she lowered her head and thought to herself: "I underestimated King Jing's ability, life and death are dry and prosperous, he really has the ability, he Where I am asked to personally kill Yuan Zeliang, it is all probing."

Seeing that she was silent, Ye Jianwei didn't ask any more questions, but said coldly: "You are late, it seems that Jiang Jincheng doesn't fully trust you, and he has left behind much faster than you."

Yan Zhefei was not annoyed by his poke, as if she couldn't hear the irony in her words, she quickly calmed down, raised her chin slightly, and replied coldly: "You have noticed me a long time ago, right?" Why, seeing that it was Yanxi Zhong's handwriting, did it arouse sadness?"

Ye Jianwei's expression suddenly turned cold, and a stern look appeared in his eyes.

Yan Zhefei covered her lips and smiled lightly: "I've come here, why don't you talk about it, you have something to tell me." After finishing speaking, regardless of Ye Jianwei's reaction, he casually glanced at the surrounding shadow guards, and left go out.

The leader of the shadow guards couldn't figure it out for a while, this person is obviously an old friend of the Eastern Capital Realm Lord, but the coldness in Ye Jianwei's words and the action of drawing his sword just now showed that this person is more like an enemy than a friend, He hesitated for a moment, and was about to ask a few tentative questions, but Ye Jianwei interrupted him with a wave of his hand, and said calmly: "King Jing's voice is going east and west, and there may be major changes in Changzhou. Send someone to the imperial capital to deliver a letter, so we can deal with it as soon as possible."

The shadow guard said yes, Ye Jianwei nodded, turned around and followed Yan Zhefei who had walked out of the shooting place expressionlessly.

The night was dark, and it was very quiet outside the post house, except for the occasional two distant cicadas.

Yan Zhefei was sitting on the eaves, and Ye Jianwei was standing beside her. In the dark night, there was a cool breeze passing by, bringing back some old events for no reason.

"I didn't know until late. Uncle Shi died under the Nanxi Gu technique." Yan Zhefei's voice was very soft. At this moment, she seemed to have removed all the disguise of the Qianyong Realm Master and turned back to the only existence. Gui Haiyanlan in the heart of the old man.

"Hmm." Ye Jian responded slightly.

The first year of Jianning was a year that many people would never forget for the rest of their lives. The Erfei Medicine Sect was accused of regicide and disappeared overnight.Ye Yunqi, the previous head of Lishan Mountain, went to the imperial capital in response to the imperial edict a month later, and drank a cup of wine pushed in front of him by the head of Yanxi Zhong's family.

How long has Guihai Wenjing, the patriarch of the Erfei Medicine Sect, been tortured in the imperial capital, and Ye Yunqi, the head of Lishan Mountain, spent a lot of time in Yiye Gucheng.Ye Yunqi's life and Ji Wusu's life were exchanged for the safety of the entire Lishan Mountain.

The two masters and apprentices seem to have a heart-to-heart connection, and they haven't mentioned a word to anyone. It wasn't until three years later, when Ye Yunqi ran out of energy and exhausted his last drop of effort, that a bit of the long-overdue truth was finally sent to the younger generations. before.

Thirty years have buried the past of those blood and tears, but it also made the former Jinlan friend embark on a different path step by step.

"Ye Jianwei, you just have too many scruples." Yan Zhefei stood up and looked into the distance against the cool night wind. The continuous mountains were reflected in her eyes. In a blink of an eye, she was completely hidden under the cold face, and she became the scheming and cold-hearted Qianyong Realm Master again.

Ye Jianwei remained silent and did not deny it.

Yan Zhefei continued: "The hatred in your heart is actually no less than mine, but you worry too much and can't do anything. I know that you and Mu Xiyun both blame me and even hate me. After that little love, there is nothing you can't give up. I just did what you all want to do, but you can't, dare not do."

Ye Jianwei was still silent, and suddenly said for a long time: "I sent Xinghui to the imperial capital because Lishan can no longer be like before, passively waiting forever to enter the game, and Lishan has to choose for itself. In any case, all of us After all, what is on top of a person’s head is Dayin’s sky, Lishan Mountain is like this, and so is Erfei in the past.”

He paused, and then said: "Many people are willing to sacrifice everything for the living to live better. Ayan, you can't live in the past forever."

Yan Zhefei laughed suddenly, she turned her face sideways, the long-lost mist appeared in front of her eyes, her vision gradually became blurred, she raised her hand to stroke the position of the heart, 30 years of time had made it empty little by little, as if Nothing.

Ye Jianwei heard her crying, and every word and every word seemed to be crying near death: "I also know that the past can't be chased back, I also want to have a heart, and I also want to live a good life, but I saw the bird that my father gave me. When the bracelet contained the prescription of Suhui, I knew that my life was ruined."

Two lines of tears snaked down the corners of Yan Zhefei's eyes and fell on the eaves, splashing a circle of ripples in the deepest part of her heart.However, it was only in the blink of an eye, that moment of fragility disappeared in the gentle evening wind blowing by.

The tears dried up quickly, and when she spoke again, her expression became cold and firm again: "You and Xiyun hate me for forcing me to death to sue Xi, or design Mingyuan, I don't regret it. I know that no matter how many deaths People, the Erfei Medicine Sect can't come back, but I just don't want to be reconciled, why Erfei will always be nailed to the pillar of shame, so many people hang pots to help the world and do good deeds for a lifetime, and in the end there are only a few left in the history pen, but a stigma of 'King Killer'."

"The dead will never come back to life. What I have been seeking all these years is nothing more than justice. But this is the way of the world. No one can give Erfei justice. Then just pay with blood for blood. Isn’t the destruction of aristocratic families plotting treason and treason? I have done everything I should and shouldn’t have done these years. Now I’m tired of waiting for the war to burn all over Kyushu. If you have strength, whether you can finally get what you want depends on the destiny."

As soon as the words fell, Yan Zhefei jumped down from the eaves, and Ye Jianwei's voice sounded behind her: "Is it worth it for you to hurt the living for the sake of the dead? In your heart, there is nothing else , Can you shake the hatred?"

Yan Zhefei was slightly taken aback, Meng Chiyi's face appeared in front of her eyes, and she turned into Princess Qinghe again in an instant. These thoughts flashed through her mind one by one, and finally they were completely frozen on the blood-stained scarlet crabapple——

"You know, no."

Ye Jian let out a long sigh, watching her back melt into the thick night.

Thirty years have allowed them to embark on two completely different roads. Although in the end, the two roads lead to the same goal, they are both standing on the opposite side of respecting the king, and they are both fighting to the death with the three families of Zhong Zhoufang, but there are too many differences between these different roads.

Wu Xi's death, Ming Yuan's life, and other people, the sea of ​​bones and blood was finally cast into a thousand rivers and mountains, lying between them, it is impossible to surpass them, and they can never go back to the beginning.

Going around, Yan Zhefei still wants to go back to Lushui, which is her hometown, the place where all hatreds began, and it will also be her final burial place.She knew very well that her time was short, and bone refining was a road of no return. Once it started, stopping would only lead to death.

She has too much blood on her hands, and God will not favor her.Along the way, she lost everything she could lose, the friendship between Jinlan and Baishou, her relatives and old friends were all let go by her own hands.The last thing she lost was her only flesh and blood connection in this world - her daughters, Princess Qing and the Eldest Princess.

Yan Zhefei embarked on the road home, but her heart was dead.When passing by the boundary of Ningzhou, she suddenly felt lucky, and went to Suian City, which she personally chose for Qinghe when she was a noble concubine, in the hope that Qinghe would live a smooth life like the name of the city, and be safe every year.However, it is also because of her that Qinghe's best youth was wasted in Lianyan City, Wanzhou, which is thousands of miles away from Suian.

Yan Zhefei laughed at herself.

Life has been full of ups and downs, and when she saw the imperial list posted at the gate of the city, all the ups and downs came to her heart in an instant.

God blessed her once——

Princess Qing and the eldest princess were assassinated and injured in Nanshan Buddhist Temple. The emperor was furious, and the thief Ming Yu was wanted throughout Dayin Kyushu. At the same time, a Ningzhou garrison was sent to Nanshan to escort the eldest princess back to the imperial capital.

On the way from Suian to Nanshan, Xinghui accidentally saw Yan Zhefei, the master of Qianyong Realm, his expression froze, and he immediately raised his hand to hold the space beside him.

Unexpectedly, Yan Zhefei didn't come to stop him, she smiled softly, her voice was firm and peaceful: "Ye Xinghui, regarding Qinghe, I owe you a favor, and I will pay you back."

Yan Zhefei looked in the direction of Nanshan, and the tenderness and kindness of a mother was written in her eyes at this moment, "I want to see her again."

It was early summer, the rain was about to fall, and the sky was very stuffy.

Changzhou Jindu Rui Mansion.

The candles in the study room were always bright, Mu Rui Hesi of Changzhou State was restless, and the toughness revealed in the black and white letters on the table indicated that this assassination could only be successful. dead limit.

The knock on the door finally sounded, Rui Hesi's heart rose to his throat, fortunately——

"My lord, I have succeeded." The dark guard pushed the door in and said in a low voice.

Rui Hesi's pupils shrank suddenly, his heart skipped a beat, and he asked with shaking hands, "Are you sure it's Lian Songcheng?"

"Yes, Lian Songcheng and his personal guards had a total of 13 people, all of them were killed." The dark guard hesitated for a moment, then frowned and said, "It's just that some of the dead people were the eyeliners we sent."

Rui Hesi leaned back on the chair and let out a long breath, then raised his hand to wipe off the cold sweat on his forehead: "It's okay, as long as that guy Lian Songcheng is dead."

Once the boulder in his heart fell, followed by uncontrollable ecstasy, Rui Hesi waved his hand and said in a loud voice: "Send someone to deliver a letter to His Royal Highness King Jing. Once Lian Songcheng dies, Changzhou and the Donghai Navy will be killed." It's coming."

A thunderstorm outside the window suddenly pierced the sky, and the heavy rain that had been brewing for a long time poured down, and the Lanjiang River was flooded with rainy season again.

The author says:

There are many foreshadowings and foreshadowing. In short, I began to slowly pull out the 40-meter sword that I have treasured for a long time (?)

Exam tomorrow night, a little panic_(:з」∠)_