The Return of the Assassin Biography

Under the towering Yaoguang King City, Murongli stood in front of the city gate, wearing a red dress swaying gracefully in the drizzle, his long black hair was stained with little raindrops, his face was as calm as in the past, deep and empty. His eyes looked suspiciously at the thousands of troops approaching the city, and now he and he have come to the point of meeting each other...

Zhiming was wearing a battle robe, riding on a horse, and raised his eyebrows to look at Murongli, who was alone in the city. A series of past events flooded his mind. From the first meeting to today, joys and sorrows, we share weal and woe...

He kicked the horse's belly with his foot, stepped forward, and stopped in front of Murong Li.

"Which role is the Lord Murong acting in? Does Yaoguang only need you to fight alone?" Zhi gritted his teeth and said.

"You still don't believe me." Murong Li said leisurely.

"What do you believe in? Coexist peacefully? Share prosperity?" Zhi Ming raised his head and sneered.

"I said earlier that what I want is not just this world." It's too late to say words of dissuasion now.

"I don't want to know what you want..." Zhi Ming roared and jumped off the horse, drew his sword and pointed it at Murong Li.

Murongli raised his hand to signal Fang Ye, who was ambushing on the city wall, not to act rashly.

"You talk..." Zhi Ming roared loudly, brandishing the sword in his hand, with a few strokes he forced Murong Li to lean against the city wall, Zhi Ming's sword was pointed at his chest.

"If you want to enter my Yaoguang, just step over me!" He said it was useless.

"Do you really think I dare not?" He hated his provocation.

Murongli suddenly stepped forward and slammed into the sword, Zhi Ming's expression froze, he quickly pulled the sword away, but it was still a step too late, and there were blood drops falling from the tip of the sword.

"You want to exchange death for my memory in this life, don't even think about it..." Zhi Ming lost control of his emotions, twisted his face, and roared hysterically.

"No, I just hope that you will treat my people of Yaoguang kindly because of my affection." Murongli pulled out Xiao, and Yan Zhijian flicked out, and wiped it on his neck instantly.

At this critical moment, Zhi Ming stretched out the sword in his hand and flicked Yu Xiao out. The Xiao ball made a crisp sound on the city wall, and then rolled to the ground, raising a little dust.

A bloodstain appeared on Murongli's neck, and a stream of blood dripped down.

"Up to the last moment, you are still calculating my heart." Zhi Ming shed a stream of tears. "My sincerity in your heart is not as good as the people of Yaoguang in your mouth. I don't want to see you again. Don't take a step closer to Tianquan. I am at odds with you." Zhi Ming put down the harsh words, turned around and stepped on the horse, Gallop away.

The rain was still pattering down the ground, flowing down the corners of Murong Li's eyes and falling into the bottom of his heart, it was extremely desolate.

A haze hangs over Yaoguang City...

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In the imperial study room, Zhiming sat blankly in front of the imperial table, and there was a painting on the table. The person in the portrait turned sideways slightly, tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, his eyes were full of ecstasy, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and a strand of hair covered his forehead. Covering a small half of the face, the corners are distinct, and the face is arrogant and arrogant. He is wearing a black dress and a fluffy black feather-collared cloak. He holds a ball of white Yuqiong flowers in his hand, as if alive, and the brilliance is flowing. , looking forward to flying.

"Your Majesty, General Lu has arrived." A servant came in to announce.

"Xuan come in." Zhi Ming stretched out his hand to cover the portrait with a booklet, and looked up at the door.

"I have seen the king, what is the important thing to summon the old minister?"

"I've thought about it for a long time, I'd better return to Murongli, I'm tired after calling and fighting." Zhi Ming's face was expressionless, his eyes deep.

"Your Majesty, how could you hand over your country to others? Please think twice, Your Majesty." General Lu was in a moment of anxiety, and his words trembled a little.

Zhi Ming stood up from the imperial table, walked towards General Lu, and patted General Lu on the shoulder, "What does General Lu think about the current situation? Does the general think that one mountain can accommodate two tigers?"

Zhi Ming withdrew his hand, turned around and stood in front of a hanging map made of cowhide on one side, which marked the boundaries of mountains and rivers of various countries, and now there are only two countries left in Zhongyuan.

"The Lord Murong has always been on good terms with the king, and this time our country helped him capture Kaiyang, so he probably won't attack our country. Besides, our country has just signed a friendship document with him." General Lu said with a serious look on his face. eager.

"Then Gongsun Qian is still his best friend, he sent him to hell with his own hands for those who were kind to him, and Yu Xiao also helped him return to the country, and he can abandon people with the same blood as grass , He has never shown mercy to anyone, all he wants is this world, and he will kill whoever gets in his way."

Zhiming stared at the map and said coldly, "Everything in this world is under his control now, does the general think we can change this general situation? He hasn't launched yet but the time has not yet come. How many troops are left in our country now? He currently has the military strength of the four countries in Zhongyuan, what do you think is our country's chance of winning against Murong Li?"

Zhi Ming turned around and looked at General Lu, "It's just that people are dying. Knowing this ending, will the general ignore the people of our country?"

"Kings……"

"There is no need to say any more, the king has made up his mind, the general will go down and prepare the letter of surrender, and announce it to all the ministers tomorrow morning." Zhi Ming interrupted General Lu, and there was no doubt about Konggo's decision.

"Your Majesty will leave first, and your Majesty will rest earlier." General Lu bowed his hands and left the imperial study.

Zhi Ming was still standing in front of the map, and his figure was reflected on it by the flickering candlelight, making him look lonely and deserted.

He remembered that two years ago, he said with a look of disdain: A Li can tell this king what he wants, and this king will bring it to you. If you want this king's country, you can just take it...

The state of the human heart is really ridiculous

Who can live up to the original intention...

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in the hall

"Is there anything else you want to say, all the ministers?" Zhi Ming looked at the room full of complaining ministers.

"Excuse me, old minister, how could your majesty do such a thing of surrendering to the enemy and betraying the country, handing over our country and mountains to others, so I am afraid that I will lose the royal family and ancestors." Fu is a close friend.

"General Lu, how many soldiers, horses and food do we have now? Can we go to war again?" Zhi Ming asked.

"Returning to the king, excluding the wounded soldiers, there are less than 10 elite soldiers, and the food and grass are enough for a big battle. Regardless of success or failure, if we start a war, our country's food and grass will only be exhausted, the army will decline, and the people will not be able to survive." General Lu replied.

"Then Murong Li has just signed the handover document. Could it be that he broke his promise so quickly and went to battle?" The one who spoke was Lu Yi, General Lu's left general.

"He, Murong Li, has the determination to unify the world. Now there are only two countries in Zhongyuan, and the war will happen sooner or later. Our country must be prepared for war." Zhi Ming said.

There were whispers in the hall, shaking heads, sighing...

"If Murong Li calls us to fight, our country is afraid that he will not succeed. If the dog goes out with General Lu, he will surely live up to the king's high expectations. He will be loyal to the death..." The prime minister said angrily, and was on the verge of getting angry.

Zhi Ming interrupted him: "And then? Will we win the battle? If we win, will Murong Li give up the next war? He is bound to make a comeback after a while? We still have the ability to fight again Is it a game?"

Zhiming asked again: "Just now the prime minister said that he was so heartbroken and swore to be loyal to the death, did he also vaguely think that our country would be defeated? How could he be so strong for a while and push his son to the battlefield, disregarding his life and the lives of our soldiers? .”

"Your Majesty..." The prime minister looked anxious and distressed.

"There are two choices right now. One is to use all the strength of the country to fight against Murong Li. If we win, our Tianquan will be the leader of Zhongyuan. If we lose, our Tianquan will perish from now on. The second is to become a subsidiary state of Yaoguang. Change the country to a county, change the title, from now on the ruler will still be the ruler, the ministers will still be the ministers, the common people can live in peace, and the soldiers can recuperate..." Zhi Ming paused for a moment, and scanned the audience with sharp eyes.

"This king is the king of heaven. This king wants to protect the lives of our people. If this king chooses second, he will be second. There is no need to discuss this matter. Retire."

Zhi Ming got up suddenly, walked out of the court hall with a flick of his sleeves, leaving behind those ministers who were arguing a lot.

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Zhi Ming was sitting in front of the table, holding a cup of tea that had already cooled down, and there was a painting on the table, his eyes never left.

"Your Majesty, which artist painted this? The painting is really similar. Look at this, it looks just like your Majesty." Fatty saw that he had been staring at the painting for a long time!He's been looking at that painting since he packed up his things.

"This is not painted by some painter, it was brought back from Nansu Kingdom." Zhi Ming didn't lift his eyelids.

"There is someone in Nansu who knows the king so well, and can imitate it," Xiaopang muttered.

"What do you know! Idiot." Zhi Ming raised the corners of his mouth as he spoke, with a sweet heart.

You scolded you for being stupid even if you weren't stupid, Xiaopang muttered in his heart.

"Your Majesty, can I take my younger brother with me? I'm afraid that if I leave, others will bully my younger brother." Xiaopang came over and asked cautiously.

"When did you have a younger brother? Why didn't I know." Seeing his silly expectation when he looked up, he could only say, "Take it with you, don't you just have more people?"

"Come here, go and bring his brother to have a look." Then he turned his head and asked Xiaopang: "Where is your brother? What's his name?"

"Dong'er, do chores in the kitchen." Xiaopang's heart relaxed, with a little gratitude.

"That, that? Bring that who." Zhi Ming said to the servant.

"Yes, Your Majesty." The servant turned around and left.

"Have you packed your things? I told you to pack a few clothes for a while." Zhi Ming's eyes returned to the portrait.

Xiaopang muttered: I can look so fascinated even when I look at my own portrait.

Not long after, the servant brought a child over!About eleven or twelve years old, thin and lean, he looks like a clever ghost, with small eyes secretly looking around.As soon as he entered the door, he cupped his hands and said, "Dong'er has seen the king."

Zhiming looked at Dong'er, then at Xiaopang: "Isn't it born by the same mother?" He was still muttering in his heart, how could one be so stupid and the other be clever.

"Back to the king, it was born by the same mother, but the father is not the same." Dong'er lowered his head and looked up at him.

Zhi Ming frowned, looking at Fatty with doubts on his face.

Fatty stood there rubbing his hands and blushing.

Dong'er still answered: "His father entrusted her and her mother to my father before he died, and he was brought up by my father!"

"Then where are your parents now?" Zhi Ming asked

"They're all dead, they're gone! My mother wasn't here when I was young, and my father died in battle two years ago."

"Oh..." Zhi Ming accidentally exposed his scar, so he had to look away. Xiaopang has been with him for so long, and he doesn't know about it, and he doesn't even know his last name.

"Clean up and bring what you need, don't bring too much."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Dong'er replied.

"Your Majesty, it's all packed, just this box." Pang put the box on the ground beside the table: "Your Majesty, do you want to take this portrait with you?" Pang asked him.

"Why do I bring my own portrait? To see myself, I just need to look in the mirror, little fat, put it away for me, if you lose it, you are the only one to ask."

He went out this time to let go of everything here and go for a walk, which has been his wish for many years.

"Let's go at night, pack up yourselves, go down, come back at night."

Zhi Ming picked up the brocade box on the table, put it in his arms, and stroked it with his hands, with a look of pity on his face.

It was a red log box, square and square, with simple and fine carvings.

Xiaopang rolled up the scroll, put it in the dark compartment on the bookshelf, and called his brother to leave the room.

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Under the night, three ordinary carriages were parked at the exit of the side entrance of the palace, and people dressed as servants were loading items, clothes, food, and several boxes of gold and silver utensils into the carriages.

"Your Majesty, everything is ready. I have arranged for ten dead soldiers to accompany the King, pretending to be merchants. There are two hundred elite soldiers lurking around the caravan to prevent anyone from approaching the caravan. I am afraid that too many arrangements will attract the attention of outsiders. In addition, there is no need to worry about the king of Tianquan. The king's substitute will show up in the court and the palace. At other times, he will recuperate in the palace. Now that he has just handed in the letter of surrender, the king is in a bad mood. If he does not go out, there will be no one. I will doubt it. The Liuli Kingdom is originally a neighboring country in the outer domain of our border of heaven and power. It can reach the border of Tianquan in seven days. I have received the letter from King Liuli. They will welcome the king in Shacheng on the outer defense line. It will not harm the foreign countries, as long as you avoid the Tianquan journey for a few days, the safety of the king will be guaranteed."

General Lu tidied up the carriage, patted the horse's neck, and did everything by himself, saying parting instructions: "It's too cold at night, get on the carriage quickly, my lord, take care of yourself over there, and come back quickly if there is anything unusual, don't be careless .”

"Thank you, General! The power of heaven will be handed over to the General, and the prime minister hopes that the General will comfort you." Zhi Ming held the brocade box, got into the carriage, and poked his head out: "The King is gone, the General will go back! General take care."

Xiaopang and Dong'er closed the door and jumped into the carriage.

The palace gate opened slowly, and a group of people went out of the palace gate and disappeared into the night.

General Lu still stood where he was, watching the tall palace gates slam shut.

Zhiming was the one who watched him grow up. When he was ignorant, he always forced him to learn the way of the emperor. Now he is forced by the situation, retreated from the dandyism, lost the cynicism, and sculpted his body with the air of a king. I also feel sorry.

He deserves to enjoy the quiet and peaceful years, but now he has become so taciturn, full of preoccupations, and knows all the sorrows, but he also feels distressed.

Staying away from the troubled times, I only hope that he still has a pure heart.

The author has something to say: I imagine a beautiful picture in my heart, but I don't know how to express it in words. This article is written with a heart that loves "Zhi. Li".

☆、Chapter 2 Settled in Tianquan

General Lu and all the ministers stood at the gate of the city and waited to welcome the convoy who was about to enter the city.

I saw two groups of soldiers stepping to the gate of the city with neat steps, standing on both sides of the road, giving way to the passage in the middle, and then a gorgeous carriage drove over from the middle and stopped in front of the officials.

A follower beside him ran over and opened the brocade curtain on the carriage, and a man in a red dress got out of the carriage.

"The ministers of Tianquan welcome the king." The ministers bowed their heads.

"Let's all be excused!" Murong Li raised his hand slightly.

"Thank you, my lord." All the officials responded, and then made a passage to lead Murongli into the royal city.

Murongli walked into Tianquan slowly with his head held high, his fiery red skirt stretched across the ground, this was the first time he entered Tianquan in the posture of a king.

Two groups of soldiers followed, majestic and solemn.

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In the court hall, Murong Li sat upright in the main hall, looking down at all the ministers below the court hall.

"Where is King Zhiming?" I haven't seen him since he entered the king's city.

"Return to the king, the lord is sick and resting in bed, and he cannot go out of the city to meet the king. I have sent someone to inform the king that he is here." The prime minister replied.

"If you're sick, let him rest well, and you don't need to call me over." Knowing that he avoided him, Murong Li must have hated him extremely, and he came here this time to resolve the conflict.

"Yes, the old minister thanked the king on behalf of the lord. The king was exhausted from the boat and the car, and asked the king to take a rest. In the evening, he will host a banquet for the king. Then he will invite the king to come over. Does the king have any requirements for the bedroom? , I'm going down now to make arrangements." Don't look at the appearance of the prime minister bowing his head and bowing his head as a minister, in fact, there is a lot of repulsion in his heart.

"Just live in Xiangxu Terrace, there is no need to make any other arrangements. The other soldiers will return to General Lu's sect. They are equal to the soldiers of Tianquan. There is no need for special treatment. , Let’s do this today! We will make arrangements for related matters later.” He just wanted to see Zhi Ming, and he didn’t know how he would deal with himself. The arrogant king of a country, now bowing his head and proclaiming himself a vassal for him, how to deal with his god Power ministers and people.

I wanted to go to Zhiming, but I went back to Xiangxi Terrace after walking.

Stepping into the gate of Xiangxi Terrace, the yard is full of Yuqiong flowers, which are everywhere on the edge of the waterside pavilion, extending from both sides of the road at the gate of the courtyard to the gate of the building.

For a moment, he was in a trance. It seemed that he hadn't seen Yu Qionghua for a long, long time. He closed his eyes unconsciously, smelling the faint fragrance of flowers. Time should be the happiest day after his subjugation.

"If I hadn't left Tianquan before, and just made a Lantai Order with peace of mind, would the ending be different?" He raised his hand to caress Yu Qionghua, and whispered softly.

It was I who gave up this feeling, lit the beacon with my own hands, and rolled up the flames of war...

If he had stayed in Tianquan at that time, there would have been wars in the world, but at least none of the wars in the world had been provoked by him. Why was his determination to restore the country so firm?Is his mission at work?Or does he really want this world.

Now that he has obtained this world, he has walked through the flesh and blood of relatives and friends. I am afraid that even Zhiming will not be able to keep him today.

It's already April when the grass grows and the warbler flies

One year old and one dry and prosperous, memories are overgrown with weeds

Standing among these clusters of pure white Yuqiong flowers, the first thing he thought of was not Yao Guang's hometown, but Xiang Xutai two years ago.

Zhiming carefully pulled his sleeve and said, "Does Ah Li like Yu Qionghua? I heard that there is this kind of flower in Ah Li's hometown. I transplanted it from the suburbs. I hope seeing this flower will comfort Ah Li a little bit." .”

Now such years are gone forever, Jun is not the Jun of that time, and A Li is not the same as that, the gully between them is so deep that it cannot be deeper.

But when he came, he hoped that he could save a little bit.

"Does Your Majesty want to see the King Wang Zhiming?" Fang Ye knew that he must be thinking about Zhiming at the moment, but...

"His resentment towards me is too deep!" Murong Li sighed softly, "Let's go later."

He looked up at the plaque on the balcony, which he personally named: Xiang Xutai

At that time, it was used to commemorate Axu, but now living in Xiangxu Terrace, all I can think of is Zhiming's figure...

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At the dinner party, Murong Li was sitting at the main table, and there was a vacant table at one side, with two rows of tables and chairs on each side, and the officials were seated according to their ranks.

"The veteran respects Lord Murong for a cup, and may the Lord be blessed with the sky..."

Before the prime minister finished his polite words, he was interrupted by Zhi Ming, who had just started: "I... I am late, I will not miss any good show!" Zhi Ming stepped into the banquet hall and walked to the hall In the movie, he originally wanted to call himself "the king", but he was so used to calling himself that, he almost blurted it out.

Zhi Ming walked into the hall with his hands behind his back, looked left and right, and sat down at the table next to Murong Li on the right side of the stage, which was Fang Ye's table.

"Your Majesty, please come and sit here! Don't take Fang Ye's seat." Murongli signaled him.

"You go over there, I don't like being up there, it's so cold up there." Zhi Ming stared at Fang Ye beside him and said.

"Your Majesty, stop messing around." The prime minister scolded from the opposite side, then turned around and apologized to Murong Li: "Please forgive me, Lord Murong, the prince's child has a big heart."

"No problem, let's go with the king." He always called Zhiming the king, he was very strange when the prime minister changed Zhiming to the county king, and he was speechless and uncomfortable when Zhiming called himself a minister.

"Master Fang Ye, please sit here! I haven't touched anything on the table, please feel free to use it." Mo Lan standing next to him stood up and motioned for him to sit over, then he retreated to the back seat and sat down, motioning for the servants to join in. Wine glasses and tableware.

"I am late and punish myself with three cups. Please forgive me, Lord Murong. I congratulate Lord Murong on becoming the co-lord of the world." He raised his wine glass and drank it in one gulp.

"Ministers don't need to be formal, eat as you please!" Murongli looked at Zhi Ming where he was still drinking glasses of wine, but he couldn't stop him, he could only watch with distress...

Not long after, Zhiming got up and wanted to leave the table, but just as he was about to stand up, he fell down. He still wanted to stand up, but he couldn't do it, as if he was a little drunk, the attendant next to him hurried over to help him, but he pushed him away go.

"Go away, who told you to help me!" Zhi Ming glared at the attendant.

"Why isn't Xiaopang here? Send the king back to the palace to rest first!" Murongli looked at Zhiming in the audience, and didn't know who to ask the question. It's not easy to recover, the old minister allowed him to take his younger brother back to his hometown to recuperate, there may be no hope of returning to the palace."

"Well, then arrange another bodyguard." Murong Li was still sitting upright with no expression on his face.

"It's my negligence, so I'll arrange it now." General Lu said apologetically, cupping his hands.

"Why don't we leave it to Marquis Mo to arrange this matter. The Marquis is familiar with the King and knows what the King likes." Murong Li looked at Mo Lan, his face still showed no joy, anger, sorrow or joy, and he was always so calm. expression.

He paused, and then said: "Find someone who has a foundation in martial arts, and it's better to know a little bit of medicine! So that I can take care of the king."

Mo Lan never thought that Murong Li would mention him, and he would not be able to recover for a while. He looked at Mu Yan next to him, and hurriedly cupped his hands in response: "What does Lord Murong think of Mu Yan? Mu Yan is an aide of the minister's mansion, so it can be considered The minister's personal bodyguard is very skilled, and also understands medicine, so it can be said that he has both talents."

"It's up to Marquis Mo to be the master." Murongli said slowly, with the two strands of hair floating on both sides of his forehead, he sat quietly at the table, out of tune with all the courtiers under the stage, using Zhiming's words To put it simply: No matter how you look at it, Ah Li looks like a painting.

"Thank you for your kindness, my lord, I will offer you a cup." Mo Lan raised her head and drank the wine, full of joy.

"I have thanked the king, I will do my best." Mu Yan stood up and said.

"You guys have finished talking, I'm going to say goodbye." Zhi Ming was holding the table to stand up, Mu Yan and the attendants beside him rushed to support him.

"Your Majesty, the minister will send the Duke back to his bedroom first." Mu Yan said, helping Zhi Ming to leave.

Murongli looked at Mu Yan's figure, he was dressed in flowing white clothes, tall and elegant, he was extremely handsome...

"En." Murongli nodded and signaled, staring at Zhiming's footsteps...

"Come on, let me offer you a toast. You don't need to be polite, please go ahead." Murongli raised his glass to everyone...

The banquet hall suddenly became lively, and everyone deliberately avoided what happened just now

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Murongli was standing on the attic of Xiangxu Terrace, the evening wind was blowing his loose black hair, and memories flooded his heart...

Zhiming pulled him upstairs, stood at the current position, waved his hand and introduced to him: "This is the highest building in Tianquan, opposite to this king's bedroom, standing here, you can overlook the entire Tianquan King City, Ah Li How about living here in the future? Okay, A Li, A Li." At that time, Zhi Ming was still cautiously asking for his opinion. At that time, he lived so freely and freely every day, and he didn't know what suffering in life was.

He was a little moved at that time, and he was distracted, but he didn't dare to want all these beautiful things, just afraid that he would fall into them if his heart softened. He had more important things to do, which was His mission to live.

Now that the mission has been completed, what I have lost is so much...

"Your Majesty, let's come in, it's getting cold at night! It's windy here." Fang Ye walked over and put a red cloak over his shoulders.

Murong Li turned around and walked into the room, sat down in front of the dressing table, and picked up the comb.

"Let me comb the king's hair!" Fang Ye took the comb in his hand, knelt behind him, and began to comb his hair.

"Fang Ye, it seems that Zhi Ming is no longer in Tian Quan." Murong Li looked at himself in the bronze mirror with empty eyes, and said slowly.

"What do you mean, Your Majesty?" Fang Ye stopped his movements and looked at Murongli in the bronze mirror.

"This king is not that king, he is not Zhiming." Murong Li said firmly.

"I didn't realize it, I was careless! Tianquan still has a person who is so similar to King Zhiming, but how did the king tell the difference?" He asked himself that he is very accurate in judging people, why didn't he see the clue this time? .

"Zhi Ming was hit by an arrow in his leg, and it's less than a month. Although he can walk freely, he can't be as light as a swallow. Just now, Zhi Ming's steps are too light. Obviously, his leg has never been injured, and his lightness and internal strength are both good. Extremely high, and..."

He lowered his eyes, paused for a while and said: "No matter how deep his resentment towards me is, whether he hates it or hates it, the way he looks at me is full of emotion. The obsession just now is completely different to me." A stranger, he is just a superficial and stubborn person."

"Now that I think about it, that person is indeed a person with profound inner strength. I'll go and investigate right away. Your Majesty, please rest early!" Fang Ye put down the comb in his hand and stood up.

"Let Mu Yan find a time to come over!"

"Yes." Fang Ye exited the room and closed the door.

The evening wind passed through the beaded curtain, and a chill hit, stabbing like the tip of a knife across the throat...

The picture of sitting together and drinking together is like yesterday.

With a light cough and a dull pain in his chest, Murongli used his hands to caress the freshly scabbed wound.

We agreed to go together, why did we part ways?

☆、Chapter 3 Cruel Moonlight

Mo Lan entered the gate of Xiangxu Terrace with a few entourages, and each entourage was holding a pot of Yu Qionghua, which bloomed just right.

He ran ahead to instruct his attendants to put the flowers in the appropriate positions. He was dressed in a blue brocade suit, and he walked with bouncing bouncing movements. His wide cuffs caught the wind. After placing the flowerpots, he rushed into the building. inside.

Murongli stood leaning against the railing on the attic, had a panoramic view of what was going on in the garden, and the corner of his mouth unknowingly raised a little.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..." Mo Lan ran upstairs holding his skirt. "Your Majesty, I sent some potted flowers, you go down and see if you like them? The flowers are blooming just right." She ran to Murongli's side to cling to.

"I just saw it." Still with an iceberg face.

"Your Majesty, you can go down for a walk, or go out for a walk, you won't go out for several days, it will be boring." Mo Lan blinked at him pitifully.

"I don't know where I'm going after leaving this door? Who can I talk to? It's better to be here, to comfort myself." Murong Li looked at Mo Lan and said, "Aren't you going to accompany the king?"

"He's been unhappy these days, so I'll just think about it, as long as you're happy, he'll be happy, so I'm here." Mo Lan folded her hands on her chest, tilted her body and looked up at him, full of emotion. The smile on the face, the blinking of the eyes.

"How about the county marquis accompany me to see him!" Murong Li said while looking at him.

"Okay, okay! Let's go, let's go." Then he leaned against him sideways.

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When Murongli walked outside the door, he heard the cry of the sheep, went in and turned a corner, and saw two attendants driving the black kid in a race.

Zhi Ming stood straight to the side without smiling, raised his eyes and saw Murong coming in, and yelled at the two attendants: "It's not fun at all, the king is going to sleep." He flicked his sleeves and entered Room.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Lord Murong is here to see you!" Mo Lan called and ran in behind him.

"It's so beautiful, it's not the same when you look at it horizontally and vertically." Zhi Ming sat down at the table.

"Then how about we tease the crickets? I just took two of them, and they are both fierce fighters." Mo Lan sat down beside him.

"boring"

"Then horse racing?"

"boring"

"Your Majesty is more interested in fun, and you should pay attention to the government affairs when you have time." Murong Li walked in.

"Isn't the Lord Murong here?" He raised his eyebrows and looked at Murong Li.

"Mu Yan is fine, if it doesn't work, just change it." Murong Li changed the subject.

"It's all the same, there's no right or wrong." His eyes were full of disdain.

"That's good, that's good!" Mo Lan eased them.

"Otherwise, I'll go and see him! I haven't seen him for a few days!" Said and ran out, both of them knew that this was a space for them to get along alone.

"Bring the dinner here." Murong Li ordered the waiter at the side, and then said to Zhi Ming: "Eat the dinner before going to bed."

"Not hungry."

"I didn't eat it either, it would be nice to eat it with you!" He coaxed him like a child.

"The lord can eat by himself!" Then he turned around the screen and lay down on the bed.

Not long after, the waiter came in with food, Murongli picked up the bowl and started to eat by himself.

After just a few mouthfuls, the waiter took off!

Murongli sat down at the desk, picked up a booklet and read it.

It was getting dark, and the servant lit a candle.

The moonlight poured in from the balcony, Murongli stood up and walked to the railing, standing straight, the wind gently blew his expressionless face, the red gauze was light, the shadow stretched for a long time, cold and thin.

Murongli picked up the Xiao and brought it to his mouth, an ethereal Xiao sound invited the bright moon to fill the pavilion.

It has long been heard that Murong Li and Xiao Yi are extraordinary, and he was once stunningly talented at the Tianji National Co-chair Banquet.

Zhiming has been looking at the beautiful shadow under the moon from behind the screen, and he has fallen into it...

Suddenly, the sound stopped, and the song was broken.

"I'm going back!" He whispered into the inside.

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Murongli was sitting in the waterside gazebo, plumes of white plumes and flowers clustered around him, a jug of wine, a bottle of glass, and a red dress spread all over the place.

One flower, one grass, one world

one month one wine one sorrow

The picturesque scenery in front of me is bathed in the most gentle moonlight.

Zhi Ming stood on the attic, looking at this pair of Li Shang under the moon, is this the legendary Murong Li who played around with the world?This is the co-lord of the world with nine apertures?

"Where did Mu Yan come from?" He asked the person behind him.

"Six years ago, Marquis Mo brought him back from the market place. He stayed by his side, eating, drinking and having fun with him. Sometimes he handled some political affairs for him. He never left Tianquan. Murong Li also only came two years ago. It was designed for Marquis Mo Jun to bring it back and dedicate it to the king, presumably they didn't meet before."

"Marquis Mo Jun is from Murong Li's side?"

"No, that's for sure. The Marquis of the county is simple-minded. He belongs to the category of eating, drinking and waiting to die. He has no ideals and ambitions, and he doesn't know how to form cliques for personal gain."

"Get back." Zhi Ming ordered.

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"Your Majesty, Mu Yan is here." Fang Ye brought Mu Yan into the back room.

"Sit down and talk." He motioned for them to sit down.

"Hi Your Majesty!" Mu Yan saluted him, and then sat down at the table. He was dressed in night clothes, except for a turban and a mask. He was completely different from the handsome hero in fluttering white clothes he saw a few days ago.

"Zhi Ming has been claiming to be sick for a few days!" Murong Li asked while pouring tea for them.

"It's been about half a month. After submitting the letter of surrender, he said he was sick!"

"Is there any unusual movement in the palace half a month ago?"

"Abnormal?" Mu Yan thought about it: "Fifteen days ago, the county marquis collected all kinds of gold and silver utensils from various places and sent them to General Lu's mansion in two boxes. I handled this matter and transported the boxes. Several servants came back and informed that when they brought the box in, there were already four boxes of gold and silver treasures inside! At that time, I thought it was a tribute to Yao Guang."

"We didn't receive it," Fang Ye said.

"So these items have been shipped elsewhere!" Mu Yan said.

"Fang Ye, go and find out where all the caravans going out from Tianquan have gone? Check out more carefully." I hope he guessed right.

"It's okay to be in Tianquan!" He has sneaked into Tianquan for six years, and Murong Li didn't contact him when he first came to Tianquan, and he only recruited him now.

"Fortunately, when I first arrived, I just accompanied the county magistrate to eat, drink and have fun, fighting crickets, cockfights, and horse racing. In the past few years, I have started to handle government affairs for him." Mu Yan replied.

"The present Zhiming is abnormal!" Murongli asked again.

"The day the king first came, he was drunk at the banquet. After I helped him out, he stood up and walked away by himself. He walked lightly and was fine." Mu Yan picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"This Zhiming is not the previous Zhiming. You should pay more attention in the future and find out who he is." Fang Ye said to him directly at the time.

"Yes, I have also felt it in the past few days. This Zhiming's words and deeds are more mature and stable, and there is less family hatred in his eyes. He is calm when he is alone, and he will be inconsistent in front of outsiders." Mu Yan Said.

"Did he use disguise or sex?" Fang Ye asked.

"I didn't notice it, or he was on guard against me, but I don't look like a fake face."