[Thunderbolt Tobacco City] Ren Pingsheng, Nine Layers of Smoke and Snow

If there was ever a moment when Guling Shiyan thought of Hen Qiangu's warning that day, and felt a little bit of acknowledgment and wanted to put it into practice, it was undoubtedly this moment.

Under the smooth skin, the jugular veins throbbed in his palm.So thin, so soft, without any strength to resist.

In the eyes that started to become dizzy after a while, there was always a little bit of cold star flickering, like countless fragments of a dream, trying to cut his heart and pierce his soul.

They are so close.

He could clearly feel the blood gurgling under the thin layer of flesh. His life, his death, and even his heart had long belonged to him.

But still far apart.

Is the power of kinship really so tenacious?Can't even separate Yin and Yang from life and death?Can't even dilute it for a long time?Is it necessary to wait until the whole body of blood is given to him, so that besides hatred, there can be something else flowing in this body?

Gong Wuhou was always smiling.

——Kill me.

In the silence, these three words can be heard clearly.

Gu Ling Shiyan let go of his hand suddenly.

——You want to fight against the teacher with all your heart, but when will you realize that you are doomed to lose from the very beginning.

Gong Wuhou took two unsteady steps back, grabbing the edge of the table to prevent herself from falling, the cold air suddenly poured into the throat, causing a heart-piercing cough.

The sounds and light of the world were slowly re-accepted.So he saw Zhu Han fall at the foot of the bed in misty tears, his head probably hit some sharp horn, bleeding profusely, lying on the ground, crying in a mournful voice; Nishinomiya Diaoying, who kept pleading with Shiyan's hand, stood between the two of them in a flash, her primrose-colored sleeves were raised behind her, and her bare hands were well-articulated, as if she was trying her best to hold her arm tightly.

"...The change in Tushan is just a minor detail, and has little impact on Yu Yandu's plan. Diaoying promises to settle this matter within five days, and it will not interfere with the use of troops against Binglou!" He is elegant and clear, just like an ordinary humble servant, talking sharply and babbling a bunch of illogical words.

The crooked red candles were burning without any temperature, and occasionally there was the sound of crackling.

Rolling out of the crystal bottle far away, the butterfly fluttered and struggled, and it turned out to be such an annoying sound.

With such noise and disturbance, there is really nothing attractive in this world. I just want to burn it down and make it clean.

After a long time, the annoying sound gradually ended layer by layer like an ebb tide.

Gong Wuhou's mind drifted away, and she was helped to lean on the bed with a blank expression.The lowered eyes only saw a blurred figure going back and forth.

Xigong Hanging has a straight back, and sits on a soft red rosewood drum stool with a ten-foot-long lapel, her eyes are heavy, her left hand rests casually on the table next to her, her apricot-yellow nails shine brightly under the flickering candlelight .

The palace people all bowed their heads and filed in and out.The medical officer was busy checking Gong Wuhou's throat, and helped treat Zhu Han's wound, while the rest quickly replaced the damaged items.The floor of the pavilion was covered with thick blankets, stepping on it was silent, and people held their breaths, and the shadows came and went like ghosts.Not long after, the screen was lifted up again, and the fragmented curtains were immediately replaced with new ones. The palace lanterns, red candles, makeup mirrors, glass bottles with butterflies... were all put back neatly.Everything has returned to the original state a moment ago, the soft red ten feet is still the only bright color in the palace, just like the unchanging respected status of Yandudan Palace.

Seeing that everything was ready, Nishinomiya Diaoying glanced up, down, left, and right calmly, then raised his chin, and the group of people who were standing below withdrew all the way back out and dispersed.

He slowly got up and stood still in front of Gong Wuhou: "I heard that the throat is still hurt, so don't talk too loudly in the past two days, I will tell them to eat lightly. You should rest first." Expecting to hear an echo, he stepped up and left.

Unexpectedly, Gong Wuhou, who had been indifferent all this time, suddenly said, "Do you... hate me very much?"

Nishinomiya Diaoying stopped, turned her head slightly and took a deep breath, to suppress the heavy sour and astringent feeling in her heart. "Dan Gong never makes mistakes. You just choose and act according to your own will. Because there is nothing in this world that is worth sacrificing or changing yourself, you just need to follow your heart. This It is the power that Dangong was born to be given by Yandu. Therefore, for me, there is no hatred or hatred."

Zhu Han didn't quite understand what the master in charge said.It's just that when he saw the young master who had been keeping a cold face, for the first time, he showed what could be called a fragile expression.

After settling down, Ruanhong Shizhang immediately rushed to the cold window to make a name for himself.

The ancient mausoleum Siyan sat in the dark without lighting the lamp, and the moonlight like a gauze cage couldn't penetrate it.

"Master, appease your anger. The younger brother may have done this because he was afraid that Binglou would find some clues from Dugu Poison, so he silenced it first."

Guling Shiyan's tone was cold: "Did you protect him from illness? Now, you are still talking nonsense with your eyes open! You said that this matter will be settled within five days, but you have a plan?"

He didn't expect this section to be exposed so quickly, and he didn't expect that everything was upside down just now, and what he said casually was remembered so clearly by the master.

Naturally, Xigong Diaoying didn't have any rules. He was just now in the mood to mourn that several months of business operations had failed. If he didn't handle it well, it was very likely that Xijiang would come to him to settle the matter.

In fact, all three of them knew that Dan Gong's extravagant behavior was purely to create some tidbits for the great master's unification of the four realms. What Xigong brought back from Tushan after suffering a serious illness was not a blank sheet of paper. Looking upstairs, there is a covenant that stipulates Dugu Du's rhetoric.Now as soon as Baili Binghong died, Dugu Poison was suspected of being silenced, and the fool also saw that there was no silver here, so Yandu's previous actions and subsequent intentions were already exposed in advance, and he lost the initiative.

There is no clue about the matter of Binglou, but the allies behind him are about to turn their backs. For the first battle in his life, the soldiers and horses have not moved, so they are about to face the enemy.I couldn't help but lamented in my heart "bitter".

The dead smoke of the ancient mausoleum looked at the thin smoke rising gracefully from the table in the darkness.After not hearing a response for a long time, I asked, "I remember you mentioned that Western Xinjiang is a country of barbarians?"

Nishigong Diaoying seemed to be touched, and replied: "Yes. He despises holy grace and disrespects etiquette and righteousness, and he is vulgar and martial, and he prefers poison."

Guling Shiyan stretched out his hand to stir up the fine wisp of furnace smoke, sighed with some weight, and slowly said four words: "Shang Bing Fa Mou."

Nishinomiya Diaoying showed up at one point, bowed and took his leave, and hurriedly went to transfer the people from Yubu to make arrangements overnight.

Seeing him go far away, Guling Shiyan thought about it for a while, raised his hand and wrote a line of words in the air, paused for two breaths, waved his sleeves, and the line of words flew across the night sky like a dragon swimming.

The folk customs in Western Xinjiang are different from those in the Central Plains. There is no such cumbersome ceremony as mourning and mourning. After a person dies, no matter how high or low they are, they invite the shamans to dance, sing and dance to entertain the gods. It’s just that the tribal chief’s sacrificial ceremony is more grand. That's all.

After nightfall, the noisy ceremony came to an end, and the pine torches were burning in the deserted temple, illuminating the bronze figures with high noses, thick eyebrows, and big eyes adorned on the walls, as if they had broken into another world.

Long Su is still dressed in necklaces and has a solemn treasure appearance. Purely relying on his mirage and phantom movements, he walks in small steps, tossing and turning, all the way to the place where he stops.

Some kind of miraculous drug was sprinkled on the body, so there was no stiffness at all, so the fatal wound on the neck could still clearly see the fierce sword at the moment of death.

It seems that it is undoubtedly the masterpiece of the swordsman in red that day.Sure enough, all of Yan Bingyi's events were in Yandu's plan, and Tushan was also a pawn in the game.

Long Suyuan sealed and covered the coffin, but he had doubts in his heart: such a way of trying to conceal it was really inferior, and it was far from the standard of the great master in his impression.Moreover, there were obvious burn marks on the wound, which exposed the martial arts too clearly.Could it be that he didn't know that a third-party force was obstructing it, intending to provoke both parties?

At this moment, there was probably some kind of echo in the aura among the strong, and he was inexplicably palpitated, so he chased this unfounded feeling and walked around to another hall.

Sure enough, he saw the unexpected and reasonable Great Master Yandu.

Guling Shiyan had previously heard that Fu Yueying was ranked sixth because of that unlucky Fenghuo Tianbang, following closely behind Yandu.And the reason, it is said, is because of her...beautiful...

beautiful?

When Guling Shiyan saw this face, he couldn't help but be surprised.

Not to mention the palace without a queen who was brought up by him alone, when he went out for a parade in the palace, the alleys were empty and the spectators were crowded; That is also how graceful, glamorous and stunning.

This Fu Yueying's appearance was really ordinary in his eyes, after examining it for a long time, it was probably only the calculating light in those almond eyes that made this face a little different from ordinary mediocre people in the market.As for the crying mole under the corner of the eye, alas, it's hard to understand how "Dong Shi imitates the frown".

However, the other party is the new owner of Tushan Mountain, and the great master still saluted politely: "'I am the Polygonum, I am the bandit, I am Yihao. I mourn my parents and give birth to me." My condolences."

Fu Yueying smiled sarcastically, showing no trace of grief: "'I'm a barbarian, and I don't have the posthumous title of China'. The great master doesn't need to show off your set of etiquette, righteousness and shame in Tushan. It's just that my mother's death is really weird, I don't know Grandmaster, do you have anything to explain?"

Guling Shiyan stroked his wide sleeves, with a noncommittal expression on his face: "Although the tortoise lives long, it still has its time. It is like the dew in the morning. The past is full of hardships. The world is impermanent, birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature. However, 'be kind to my life The reason for this is that it is good to die', Guling Shiyan thinks that instead of being unworthy of the world and lamenting the emptiness of life, it is better to be like Peng Shang and die in one life, which is more carefree."

Fu Yueying patted the table: "The smoke from the ancient mausoleum! The smoke is inseparably related to the death of Dugu Poison. You come here alone, yet you still have the mood to talk about such nonsense!"

"Ah, Guling has always been talking about people and talking nonsense. It's obvious that the film queen caught Dugu's poisonous death first, which is an insignificant matter. It's embarrassing, so I have to say some nonsense to deal with it. If you want to hear the real thing As for the content, why don’t you speak frankly?”

Suddenly, Fu Yueying felt as if her foot was on the ground, she snorted coldly, and said, "Fu Yueying has seen the power of the Great Master of Yandu." The Tushan Mountain suddenly changed, and Fu Yueying was caught off guard. Now, when the situation is unclear and the overall situation is uncertain, if a moment of brain fever overwhelms Yandu, a close neighbor, she will definitely not be able to please her.The grand master obviously decided on her point, so she was confident. She wanted to take the lead in the death of Dugu Poison, but she fell behind in two or three sentences.

She regained her composure and continued, "As the great master said, the world is unpredictable, and the dead are gone, but it is us who are alive who are in trouble. Presumably the great master has already detected it when he came, and the factions in Western Xinjiang have been complicated since ancient times. , mixed with fish and dragons, it means that the previous poisonous queen was able to overwhelm everyone when she was in power. Fu Yueying knows that her seniority is still young, and she is afraid of changes in the mountains, so what I hope is to maintain the covenant made by the previous two realms, and at the same time If Tushan needs to conquer other tribes, Yan will provide unconditional support. Of course, Binglou will not receive any rumors. In this way, both sides can avoid a disaster that is imminent.”

Guling Shiyan couldn't help but sneered: "The Tushan lion opened his mouth, please forgive Guling for not agreeing." He refused.

Fu Yueying lowered her face and said: "Oh, then Tushan doesn't have to hide it anymore, Dugudu's head will be placed on the boundary of Binglou tomorrow, and they will be very interested in studying what Yandu did. In addition, Great master, forgive me for reminding you, Dugudu has been quite popular in western Xinjiang for many years, and the power is still there. Although Fu Yueying is not yet able to catch up with her, she will cry in front of her spirit, pretend to be a filial daughter, and then gather some people's hearts. , It is still possible to ask for an explanation even when you smoke!"

"Oh, why bother..." Guling Shiyan kept tilting his head to listen to the other person's words, but now he sighed slightly, and then looked at her with a kind of sympathetic eyes, "If Tushan is willing to let it go, then maybe we will continue in the future There are other cooperations that can be discussed, is the actress finally going to make such a bad move?"

Fu Yueying only thought that he was talking about an empty city plan, and her tone was even tougher: "Great Master, you don't need to act. You have been planning a war against the Binglou for a long time. What you are most afraid of is a fire in the backyard, attacking both front and back, right? If I really want to avenge my mother If the banner is unanimous, then my crisis can also be alleviated, and maybe this will establish a leading position in the western border, so why not do such a business that is sure to make a profit?"

Gu Ling Shiyan got up and left his seat, and walked out lightly: "The queen of the movie has made some calculations. It's a pity that it will only come true when you are alive." I don't know when there was a bright yellow at the door. The figure, the visitor's face was quiet and lonely, and he saluted the great master respectfully.

Fu Yueying was shocked, and before she could figure out what was going on, countless figures suddenly appeared in the drowsy hall.

"He Junhong, Wuyou Huan, Dongyi Wuju, Xiaowuchang! You!——The mother's body is not cold yet, are you going to force the palace?"

Someone in the crowd laughed bitterly: "You are clearly not born of Dugu Poison, yet you are called 'Mother's Empress' and 'Mother's Empress' so affectionately! We are serving the Poison Empress, not some girly film of unknown origin. If you want to be king and hegemony, tonight will see the truth at the Infinity Banquet!"

As soon as the voice fell, the crowd responded.

The torches on the four walls were ignited one after another, and the red flames were clamoring and clamoring brilliantly. Through the hollowed-out door, one could see the dancing black shadows. It feels like a magic cave, without any aesthetic feeling.

Fu Yueying is the orphan of Ouyang Jin, Dugudu's former friend, and was adopted by her since she was a child.In the unstable situation in Western Xinjiang, where the situation is in jeopardy, improper bloodlines can be regarded as a deathbed.Xigong Diaoying intends to provoke civil strife in Xijiang, so after driving the feathers of the Anting lineage to become more capable, they suddenly dug out these secrets, and naturally they want to share them with the leaders of Xijiang without stopping.

"Let them make a fuss for a while." Guling Siyan watched coldly, "Negotiating terms has always been something that only Yan can do."

Because her throat was hurt and her voice was hoarse, Gong Wuhou had been lazy and didn't like to speak in the past few days, and with the absence of Grandmaster and Xi Gong, Ruanhong Shizhang was rarely calm.And people are very calm.It seemed that the riot a few days ago had nothing to do with him, he should eat and sleep.

That night, Gong Wuhou added candles as usual, leaned on the couch, and stared at the butterflies in the crystal vase.

Butterfly wings are bright, dashing left and right in the bottle, unaware of the end of the road.Under the candlelight, even the fine lin powder seemed to be clearly visible, and the whole bottle became confusing, like an incomprehensible prophecy.

He beckoned to Zhu Han, and pointed to the bottle.

Zhu Han quickly hugged the bottle to him obediently.

Gong Wuhou stared at the handful of creatures in her hand, for a long while, suddenly the corner of her mouth curled into a smile that was not a smile.

Zhu Han's eyelids twitched.He was most afraid of the appearance of Gong Wuhou teasing the butterfly, and he couldn't explain why, so he felt so desolate and sad.Just as I was about to say something to get the bottle back, I heard the man hoarsely say the first words in many days:

"Zhu Han, you know, even if this butterfly is locked in a bottle, it is much happier than a human being."

Zhu Han naturally didn't understand, and looked at him in a daze.

Suddenly, I saw a red glow in Gong Wuhou's hand, the bottle exploded and shattered into pieces. As for the butterflies that were jubilant just a moment ago, only the ground was left in pieces.

Zhu Han was taken aback, and rushed up to him, yelling "Young Master, Young Master" repeatedly. Seeing that his hands were bleeding, he hurriedly looked for something to treat the wound.

Gong Wuhou still looked ignorant.

Even if a butterfly is imprisoned to death, as long as it spreads its wings and flutters away, it is still full of splendor, so what can be called suffering?

But people are different. No matter what situation they are in, they are always forced to choose, keep choosing, and no matter how they choose, it is torture.No matter how dangerous it is, no matter how imprisoned it is, he can already feel numb.But don't suggest that there might be other possibilities for him than what he sees.Don't let him make the choice.

Gong Wuhou suddenly felt exhausted, and fell back into the soft pillow as if she lost her strength.A dripping hand caressed his neck, and the pain of broken tendons and bones vividly revived the perception and memory of the whole body.

All he needs to remember is that look in his eyes, as long as he remembers the pain.

The author has something to say: the next chapter will probably start to write about the war scenes that I am most and least good at. I have limited IQ and cannot show the great talents of Shizun and Long Su. Mentally retarded, please forgive me, kneel down and kowtow/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~

With the mouth of the master, I can finally complain about Fu Yueying happily!So happy and so cool! ! !