Huafa Luoyang

That Wang Quan watched Zhuang Jiuyao grow up, even so, since he became an adult, he only saw him once a year at most, and each of them happened today.

Because the Mid-Autumn Festival is the birthday of the King of Shu and the death day of his biological mother, Concubine Xiang.

Xiao Yuan didn't want to see Zhuang Jiuyao, so Wang Quan came to see him every year and gave him many gold and silver playthings to show that the emperor still admitted that he had such a son.

This year Wang Quan didn't show up during the day, Zhuang Jiuyao thought Xiao Yuan was going to destroy him completely.

On the way into the palace, Wang Quan kept talking outside the carriage: "My lord, you have to restrain your temper today. How can there be so much hatred between father and son? Your Majesty is still ill. The imperial doctor said, you must rest. In case If something goes wrong, no one can afford it. It's not that the old slave said that, on such a day, I don't understand what the Holy Majesty thinks..."

"Grandpa Wang really talks more and more as he gets older." Zhuang Jiuyao smiled, "You have been looking at me since you were a child, why is my temper so bad?"

Wang Quan was startled, and felt a little hot when he heard this long-lost address, so he sighed silently.I thought helplessly in my heart: You have a bad temper, but you just have a bad attitude. If you just smiled and refused to eat hard, if I were your father, I would be angry too.

At this point, Wang Quan knew that it would be useless to talk too much, so he mumbled, "My lord, you are getting old."

Zhuang Jiuyao smiled and stopped talking.

That night, no one knew what the emperor and the king of Shu had said between the father and son who hadn't seen each other for three years.In short, Xiao Yuan ordered people not to go in, so the sound of breaking things came from the hall, and everyone could only hold their breath.

Then when Zhuang Jiuyao came out of the Taiji Hall, blood was on the moon-white robe, and there was a shocking wound on his forehead.

When he came out with his front foot, a piece of inkstone came over with his back foot, and hit the door frame with a bang, which shocked the eunuchs and maids outside to kneel on the ground.

"You son of a bitch! Don't let me see you again!" Xiao Yuan roared angrily.Wang Quan was startled, he didn't care much, and ran in hastily.

Zhuang Jiuyao stood in front of the door and stamped his feet, looked up at the full moon, twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, and left.

Zhuang Ning'er hastily followed behind.

After leaving the Tai Chi Hall and walking outside, Zhuang Jiuyao walked very fast, Zhuang Ning'er could barely keep up with him after a short trot.As she hurried along, she whispered anxiously: "My lord, how did you get this injury?"

Zhuang Jiuyao didn't seem to hear, and just walked on his own way, until Zhuang Ning'er accidentally stepped on something and almost slipped and fell.

Zhuang Jiuyao quickly grabbed her and smiled lightly: "Where did you practice Qinggong? You still want to wrestle on flat ground?"

"No." Zhuang Ning'er frowned, broke away from his hands and squatted down, picked up a black bead from the ground, "What is this?"

Zhuang Jiuyao took the beads suspiciously, and the expression on his face suddenly changed.Looking at his face, Zhuang Ning'er couldn't help being startled, Zhuang Jiuyao had already walked a long way, she still didn't realize it.

Once back to the palace, Zhuang Jiuyao went straight into her room, Zhuang Ning'er followed her to the door, and stood at the door angrily and worriedly.

Wei Qingcheng came over and patted her on the shoulder, Zhuang Ning'er's eyes turned red immediately: "Today is the [-]th day, and it's also the death day of Concubine Xiang, Your Majesty really picked a good time!"

Wei Qingcheng patted her head, the two looked at each other without saying a word.

The most difficult day of the year has finally passed.

When he got up the next day, Zhuang Jiuyao had someone carry water to wash himself from top to bottom.When he came out, there was no trace of last night on his face, only his face was still pale after the pain.

After cleaning the blood on his forehead, a deep gash was revealed.

The sun was just right, he sat down on the stone bench in the courtyard, gasped while applying medicine to the bronze mirror: "Tsk, if I lose my appearance..."

"Don't worry, so what if you lose your appearance? Who would dare to dislike you?" Zhuang Ning'er said while holding the mirror.

"Tsk, I mean I'm going to be disfigured, all the beauties in the capital should cry." Zhuang Jiuyao carefully looked at the wound.Zhuang Ning'er rolled her eyes at him, but said nothing.

He went on to say: "What you said is not right, how can no one dare to dislike it? I look at myself so handsome, Xun Luo even dislikes me, let alone losing this face."

Zhuang Ning'er rolled her eyes extra diligently, and said angrily, "When did Big Brother Xun despise you?"

After applying the medicine, Zhuang Jiuyao put down his hands, and said with a smile, "You don't understand, if you don't jump on me after seeing me, it's considered disgusting."

"All right, all right, I don't understand, do you think everyone has broken sleeves like you?" Zhuang Ning'er said without hesitation.

When she was with Zhuang Jiuyao in private, she always did what she wanted, and often said something, but now she felt wrong after speaking, so she put down the bronze mirror embarrassingly.

She held up her face, looked at him for a moment, thought about it, and asked with some hesitation: "My lord, what did you say to the Holy Majesty last night?"

Zhuang Jiuyao moved unswervingly, and opened the fan with a huff, as if he didn't care, still smiling: "What can I say? I didn't say anything. He just got angry when he saw my face, and I don't know if he is He's mad at me, or at himself."

Zhuang Ning'er had never seen Concubine Xiang with her own eyes, nor had she seen a portrait, but staring at the face in front of her at this moment, and thinking of Wang Quan's expression every time she saw Zhuang Jiuyao, she suddenly felt blessed.She murmured in surprise: "My lord, your face..."

"If it wasn't for this face, I wouldn't know how many times I would have died." Zhuang Jiuyao raised the corners of her mouth mockingly, confirming her guess, "You say he is so unfeeling to me, but let me do what I want If you don’t kill me, I don’t know who you are showing affectionately to.”

As soon as the words fell, Wei Qingcheng came in from outside, and after seeing him, he began to gesture: "My lord, there was indeed nothing unusual in the palace yesterday. But I still found out that after the family banquet, the emperor's grandson took a string of black jade beads from somewhere. The son was playing, and he broke the rope while playing. The Holy Majesty just saw it, and his face became a little sullen, and somehow he went back to the palace early, and only after dark did he call the prince to pass it on."

"My lord." Zhuang Ning'er was surprised, "The two of us came from behind the imperial garden last night, that is the bead I stepped on? What happened to the bead?"

Zhuang Jiuyao was slightly taken aback, and murmured: "The prince is very thoughtful."

Before Zhuang Ning'er could ask again, he raised his head again: "How is your Majesty doing today?"

He is not called the father emperor, but the saint.Wei Qingcheng replied to him after hearing the words: "I heard that I was short of breath last night and coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood in the middle of the night. It was a good thing that I didn't realize it. The imperial doctor had seen it and said that the blood stasis could not be resolved even after taking many medicines." Open, this way, it will be fine in three to five days."

Zhuang Ning'er heard the words and blurted out: "Did you do it on purpose?"

Zhuang Jiuyao ignored her, sat on the stone bench, looked up at him: "What else?"

Wei Qingcheng: "I have issued an oral order, no one can see you without his permission, especially His Royal Highness King Qi."

"Oh, it's really boring. I have to confine my feet every year. Once I am banned, I will be banned for a year." Zhuang Jiuyao got up, "Ning'er, clean up, it's time to go back."

"Where are you going?" Zhuang Ning'er was dumbfounded, "Isn't Medicine King Valley gone?"

Zhuang Jiuyao seemed to be thinking about this question seriously, before answering after a while: "Then let's go back to Jianghu."

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On the night of the fullest moon in a year, Xun Luo indulged once, but he still didn't dare to get drunk.

He was never drunk.

After Mei Ji and Qi Yun left, he sat in the pavilion again.He sat until the moon went down, and until the Chang Gung star turned into a morning star, and then he got up and went back to the inn where he stayed temporarily.

The inn is located on the outskirts of the city, almost at the opposite corner to the Wu family where it used to stay. It is small and old, but it is clean inside.The boss is a middle-aged couple, the shopkeeper looks very kind, but the proprietress is aggressive.

Xun Luo has lived here for a long time, although he is always indifferent to people, never talking or smiling, but the shopkeeper always greets people with a very good temper when he enters the door.

"The young hero is back? The water is ready for you!" The shopkeeper shouted with a gentle smile.

Xun Luo nodded his thanks and went upstairs.

It was a small room, clean and tidy, and there was nothing extra in it. It was a layout that made Xun Luo feel at ease.

As soon as he stepped into the room, he already noticed that something was wrong, all the pores of his whole body were opened instantly, but his face was still calm, but if you observe carefully, you will find that his eyes are no longer looking at people.

If he was usually indifferent, then at this time he was indifferent, as if what was in front of him was just a dirty brick, and he didn't bother to take a look at it, and he didn't want to distract himself because of its filth.

He stretched out his hand to put down the sword in his hand, but just as the blade touched the table, a fierce wind came straight towards the door, and at the same time a small four-cornered hidden weapon was directed at his hand, preventing him from taking the sword.

Sure enough, he didn't touch the weapon, but turned slightly sideways to pass the hidden weapon, then went straight up against the fierce wind, turned his head again, and in a blink of an eye, he had already grabbed the comer by the neck.At the same time, he slightly lifted his foot back, and just in time to hit a few tables, the sword flew straight out of his body and flew into his hand, piercing the man's throat immediately.

The sword usually looked nothing special, it didn't go into someone's throat, and after seeing the blood and pulling it out, it turned out that there were tiny grooves on the sword.

At this time, the blade of the sword was like a vessel coming out of the stove and suddenly encountered ice, and a layer of dew instantly condensed.There were more and more drops of water, and finally condensed into a small stream, flowing down the groove, easily washing away the blood on it.

When the blade is clean, that person is already dead.

He put the sword back into its sheath lightly.The corpse was placed so big in the room, like an unobtrusive decoration.

Xun Luo knew that the back of the corpse was facing down, near the shoulder blades, there was a small moon totem belonging to Tianmen.Of course he knew that the man was actually wearing a mask, but he had no interest in what the face underneath looked like.

I don't know if Zhuang Jiuyao will be surprised if he sees him like this, and if he will feel that he has never known him before.

Thinking of this, Xun Luo felt a little anxious.

It's too easy, obviously it's something I've been used to doing before, but now I don't feel the slightest unfamiliarity, but I feel a faint sense of burnout in my heart.

Even though he used to be Tian Yan, but to return to the door, such a process and ceremony one after another are indispensable.In the end, what he will face is an opponent who is the same as him, or even stronger than him.

Whoever lives is eligible to stay in Tianmen and become a real Tianmen assassin.

This is the rule, he has understood since he was a child.

The so-called rules mean that no matter how selfless or great your thoughts are, you bump into it, and if you bump into it and die on the spot, it will not change a single bit, the city wall of a certain country.

You won't even have the chance to burn jade and stone together.

Even if he was the son of the sect master, he still couldn't escape.

There were more corpses in the room, but it didn't affect him in the slightest.After washing his body, he went out again, and when he came back, he had an extra set of chess pieces in his hand.

A few days ago, he found out that Zhuang Jiuyao's set of chess was missing a sunspot. He bought a new set and wanted to pick one out and put it in the old chess bowl.

The body was gone, as if it had never been there.

Since he entered the Valley of the Medicine King, his sword has never been unsheathed.After parting with Zhuang Jiuyao, from the moment he drew his sword and killed the first person again, he knew that this time, he would never escape the Heavenly Gate.

I don't know what the people who planned to put him to death would think.

Putting up the window, Xun Luo spread out the chessboard, creating an endgame.

Just as he was looking at the next step, there was a sound of smashing and smashing in the lobby downstairs, and at the same time the shopkeeper's voice sounded: "This must be a mistake somewhere! Impossible!"

This point of dispute was heard in Xun Luo's ears, and it didn't make any waves at all, but the next voice rang out, but it immediately grabbed all of Xun Luo's attention.

The voice sneered: "I made a mistake? I'm the head of the real sect. This is the head of the Qilian sect. Could it be that you can kill a person to blackmail your little shop?"