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

Then, because of various three-dimensional things, work, strange interpersonal relationships, lazy cancer, cutting videos to torture myself to cry... and so on, all kinds of bizarre symptoms, and the number of horrible words, Finally, finally!I finally got this chapter out! ! ! !Ow! ! ! !Let me go out and turn right and squat down and cry for a while! ! !

An oil lamp was dimly shadowed, just enough to illuminate a warm light that allowed the five people to see each other's faces clearly.No precious oil was used, the lonely burning candle flame was like a withered flower, only a little bit in the center remained, and the slightly smoked blue smoke was mixed with a bitter taste.

"...So, judging from the information we have received, Nihai Chongfan will enter Yandu when he is the ugliest." The three of them paused for a while, "Yuting, the evacuation and asylum of the people in Yandu will be entrusted to you Yubu. When Nishinomiya was here, he must have practiced many times, so it can be carried out as usual. Don't ask me what I mean."

"Bingdan Palace! I'm Shangting!" The person who was assigned the task nodded vigorously, his words could not conceal his excitement, "The meaning of Dan Palace is understood by the subordinates! It is scheduled to complete the tasks of the people in the whole territory before midnight." Transfer!"

The young man honored as "Dan Gong" turned his head expressionlessly, coughed lightly, looked at the blueprints on the table, and continued, "Zhu Han always walked all the way to the west when he stole the cigarettes. Sailing to the west, crossing the formation, the fastest shortcut is to cross the river... Heting, you take the people at the corner and wait for the crowd to evacuate, and then tear down the obstructing bridge on the west."

"Bingdan Palace! I'm Wanting!" The person on the left also bowed vigorously, and replied loudly, "This subordinate will bring someone to dismantle it!"

"Pfft..." The boy serving the pen and ink at the side couldn't hold back, and laughed like a deflated ball.

Gong Wuhou took a deep breath, then turned to look at the man in the middle, frowned and said: "Shangting, you and Zhengbu lie in ambush along the river bank to the 'Mist Lock and Smoke Misty Array', you only need to act There is no need to confront the enemy head-on for a small group of interference, the purpose is to drive Nihai Chongfan to the northern foothills, do you understand?"

"Dan Gong, I am Yuting! The subordinates of Dan Gong understand! I will fulfill my mission!"

Some kind of displeasure similar to being woken up early in the morning flashed across Gong Wuhou's face, and he waved his sleeves to drive away these three people whose eyes were full of numbness, as if the lost Shiba Inu was suddenly brought home by the owner: "Both You have already taken orders, so don’t stay here anymore. If there is anything wrong with what you have explained, please come and see me.”

"Yes——!" The three of them bowed their heads in unison, turned around vigorously, and even the hem of their clothes fluttered with excitement.Gong Wuhou even saw the person who didn't know whether it was Wanting, Yuting or Shangting, secretly wiped his tears with his sleeve for a moment.

I simply admire his brother's ability to know people.

So the thoughts drifted irretrievably to a direction as hopeless as this endless dark night.

"You guys wait..."

The three of them immediately turned around and rushed forward.Wan Ting asked, "I don't know what other orders Dan Gong has?"

But there is no text for a long time.The slender fingers seemed to be unconsciously slid into the temples, and the fingertips exerted a little force. The loose bun was about to fall apart like a hairpin, and a pair of ebony hair ornaments flying side by side seemed to fall to the ground and break in the next moment.Gong Wuhou lowered her eyes, only to see the thick long eyelashes trembling slightly as if revealing something on her mind.

It wasn't until everyone's hearts gradually turned cold that they heard the slightly hoarse words: "At that time... Did Nishinomiya confess anything in particular?"

Even this group of courtiers, who are far less discerning than Zhu Gong, can easily hear the chaos of the breath in the ending.

Things have changed, and they survived the great battle in which less than [-]% of their lives survived. To say that they are willing to spend their lives with nothing in this way is to underestimate them.So when Zhu Han appeared in front of Shangting with a message from Dan Palace, they gathered the remnants of the army that had been cut off that day in the shortest possible time, and ran to Zhu's house happily.But the excitement of Caper's pre-test ends here.

Silence was like a wet cloth, covering everyone's eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

The three of them lowered their heads and looked at each other, trying to search their guts to find out something suspicious, to respond to the little bit of expectation that the interrogator desperately concealed but still exposed.

Gong Wuhou put down her hand, picked up the ink pen that was set aside, and drew a few circles on the map.A lot of things on his mind, almost tangled into a word "regret" between his eyebrows, shouldn't think about it, shouldn't ask.

Finally, Wan Ting said in a cloudy voice: "At that time... Yu Ting and I sent the token of the master and the token of the dark pavilion to the hands of Zhu Gong and Qian Gong respectively according to the secret order of the West Palace. Hai Chongfan's soldiers approached the city, and only received a death order from Yube to cover the transfer of most of them...they didn't even see Nishinomiya for the last time."

"Oh."

The desk candle flickered, as if he was dozing off.

After all, he was lucky, but he could only let him die in his heart.How could I not know that if there were still arrangements that day, the one who was with him at the end to prepare for a rainy day would not have made any movement.

You are such a smart person, you walk step by step with careful planning, you can go right and left, and you can advance and retreat without hindrance, so you really didn't leave yourself behind?

Gong Wuhou let go of the pen, and waved at the people below.

The three walked dejectedly towards the darkness outside the door.The Shangting of Yubu suddenly turned around and asked, "Dan Palace, Yandu was attacked, do you want to report it to prepare for a rainy day?"

Gong Wuhou was categorical this time: "No need."

The courtyard of the red house tiles has returned to tranquility, and the whirling sound of falling plants and the weeping of autumn insects have become as clear and audible as before.

"Why are you still here?" Gong Wuhou suddenly came back to his senses, but saw the servant boy who was eager to follow the dark pavilion to resettle the people of Yandu, silently guarding in the dark corner.

Zhu Han wrinkled his baby face and said, "Zhu Han won't leave. Zhu Han knows that the young master's arrangement is to deal with Nihai Chongfan alone, right? Young master's martial arts is naturally unparalleled in the world, but it's still too dangerous. Zhu Han can't Let the son go on an adventure alone."

The childish speech made people laugh from the bottom of their hearts: "Then Zhu Han intends to go with me, and then get in the way to save Nihai Chongfan some trouble?"

——Obviously knowing that he didn't mean that.The boy had no words to refute, but puffed up his cheeks.

Dan Gong's order to "evacuate" came very hastily.

When Gong Wuhou and Zhu Han walked to the western region, they could still smell the aroma of food wafting from the empty houses on the street, counting the time, it was the "evening meal" period of Yandu's three meals a day.What's more, it happened to be the kind of five-scented food that Gong Wuhou was fond of. It was probably a dish where soybeans and potherb mustard were stewed together.

"It's hard for you too, the good dinner was abruptly interrupted." Gong Wuhou suddenly sighed.

Zhu Han curled his lips, and said in a nonchalant way: "It's good to save your life, and you don't have to worry about eating."

In the eyes of a comprehensible person like Gong Wuhou, no matter how red-threaded jade plate and golden hollow lamp are, they are either rituals, decorations, troubles, or for those who care about whether he has eaten three meals and whether he has eaten. How much is the perfunctory of people who are making noise in name and practice.But for many people, three simple meals for a family can be hard work and a lifetime to earn.Should it be said that all living beings are suffering, but each has its own misery.

The aroma representing order and tranquility gradually cooled in the wind behind the two.

When they arrived at the bridge that was about to be demolished, Wan Ting was already on standby with the people at the corner, and when the Dan Palace crossed the river, they started to make a move, and drove straight into the road with an unstoppable sail.

The watchposts carved with elegant hibiscus shapes were brushed past one by one by the bare hands attached to the wide sleeves.

I patted the railing all over, and inexplicably, I recalled a sentence I heard at that time: "In this life, nine out of ten people are unsatisfactory. Even if you are a ninety-five-year-old and wake up to the world, you will have his difficulties..."

Thick clouds press down on the clear water, and the mist does not rise. Looking from a thousand miles, it melts like a thousand hectares of cold jade.Returning sails are over, only the remaining autumn leaves sweep down faintly, embracing ripples, like a banquet with bleak lights.

The bridge is arched with 28 huge stones, and the smoke in the mountains is more than that in the plains, which can be regarded as magnificent, but it has reached the bottom in a short time.

Standing on the bridge, Zhu Han watched Chixia's single-clothed back, lonely and blurred, gradually disappearing in the shadow of the trees that suddenly surged up in all directions, hesitating all the way, and finally forced out when he was about to lose sight of people: " Young Master! Is this bridge really going to be demolished?"

In the end, he said to him: "If you really can't forgive, just forget about us."

Some words, after all, can’t be said, let you realize it by yourself with the true and false.

How desperate is it? If you can't wait for the end, you would rather destroy it with your own hands.

The sleeves are dusty, and suddenly the curtain falls like smoke, the palace turns to the void without a step back, and the only way is: "Tear it down."

"There is a smooth road ahead, Mr. Shengxiang can go straight in with his troops. Just follow this road, and you will come across a stone arch bridge, from where you can directly reach the smoke tower." With a pale face, it seemed that he could escape something like this.Behind the last smoke screen was the Asura Hell back then, and he seemed to be able to hear the howling of gods and ghosts all over the mountains and plains.Even if she is a palace, she is still pushed on a path of no return by Nishinomiya Diaoying without blinking an eye.It's ridiculous that he stepped on two boats all his life, but in the end he was surrounded by two sides.Was it because he was worried that Yan Yuehan would not be able to take down the death of the ancient mausoleum with one blow, fearing that he would not be able to turn around in the future, he had no choice but to do a full set of songs and sang "Leading the Soldiers", and finally let him catch a man who escaped from the battle circle amidst the pile of bones Chance.He clutched his abdomen with a big hole in it, dizzy and bloody all the way, barely ran out of the smoke tower boundary, and then turned around to see the creepy World Destroyer Formation, instantly destroying those who were breathing and not breathing There are countless living and dead bodies.

How to start over?Even if he gave up revenge, he didn't want to have anything to do with this crazy place.Getting here is already the bottom line, don't even think about letting him move forward even half a step.

"Hmph, useless stuff." Meng Shisheng didn't want to waste time on this bastard, so he led the column with a turbulent killing intent like a long dagger, pointing directly at Yandu's throat, and marched forward in a mighty manner.

Light mist drifts over the jagged mountains, and the golden awn formation in the center that covers the whole area is swirling in the air, dyeing the clouds all over the sky, and the suddenly rising mist looks like a tree of black coral lightly covered with yellow silk.

Supercilious.Over the years, the only thing Master Shengxiang of Nihai Chongfan has been doing is to do everything possible to slaughter the Yandu people who are scattered in the difficult situation. The blocking is not surprising.But that's all for Yandu, at the end of his battle, it's hard to stop him from flattening this mountain forest.

With the toughness and impatience as if trying to drive away mosquitoes and flies, Nihai Chongfan's dark dragon hardly seemed to be hindered, accompanied by sporadic and feeble sword clashes and shouts, advancing all the way.

Gradually, I could hear the sound of water falling like a sigh, but I didn't see the arch bridge that the guy from Dongjing mentioned.Meng Shisheng was slightly surprised, but he was sure that he would not dare to lie, so he took people along the river bank to look for it northward.

Suddenly some bright color pierced through the turbulent field of vision, Meng Ke's heartstrings tightened, and he suddenly raised his arms and stopped.But when he stopped and looked around, there was nothing but the ambiguous darkness and the unknown night sounds.But his intuition from the long battle told him that the danger was imminent and inevitable.

Yi Lancao swung out resolutely, like the howling of a wolf, tearing away the lingering anger.After the violent space tremor, the red shadow, which can be called dazzling, is like the center of a vortex with infinite suction, firmly holding everyone's eyes.

The person who shouldn't be there stood there quietly, waiting for them.

The scarlet dark-patterned single-clothes sagged slowly after the gust of wind, looking from afar at the red plum that looks as straight as a broken bridge beside a post road.Before people move, they enter the mist and fragrant clouds first.The loosely tied bun was adorned with a slanted ebony hairpin, and he was combing his hair lazily, but it showed a full sense of contempt.Although he couldn't see his face clearly, the blood-colored tear mole under the phoenix's eyes was enough to make people shudder.

"'Eye of Blood and Tears'?... How, how could you be in Yandu?" Meng Haisheng couldn't think of such a layer of variables. In a breath, a kind of fear penetrated into the heart like venom.

Just like cinnabar dripping into clear water, the figure of that person spread silently into strands.In an instant, the air seemed to condense into a large amount of water vapor and became thick and sticky, and everyone's bodies were suddenly heavy like invisible shackles.The crowd began to howl of suffering from front to back, from outside to inside.

——Why are you in Yandu?

When thinking of this question, Gong Wuhou's figure actually paused for a moment, but it was negligible in front of these people. "Why do you want to stay in Yandu...I want to know too..."

There seemed to be a soft sigh in the ear, but it was dispelled invisible in the sound of killing wind, screams and splashing of the crimson liquid like a spring.

Wearing black cloaks, Nihai Chongfan's congregation was like a group of black crows squatting on the ground. An unimaginable red flood was surging in front of them. , they were dismembered one by one.Like broken bones and limbs after being eaten by monsters, they rolled to the ground one after another.

In the bloody wind, Gong Wuhou was even graceful, like a red dragon in a deep pool, wriggling over and over, avoiding even a drop of blood with ease.

There is also a certain moment when someone can catch a glimpse of that unparalleled beauty for the last time before his death.It is soft and boneless like a piece of red silk floating in the water. Every time it whirls and dances, the clothes are colorful and leisurely, surging like sorrow in the wind and dew.The slender fingertips condensed a little red light, and the burning eyes, as a sword finger slid across, the burning white electric light intertwined lightly, and after the intertwined fiercely, it seemed to be rebounded by an invisible mirror, constantly refracting , and finally blocked all their ways of life.Invisible nooses entangled their throats and cut their limbs.The stinky fragments exploded vigorously as if they had been detonated by something.

Killing someone is really the easiest thing in the world.

The time that belonged to Gong Wuhou had stopped on that day as the old people left one by one.Until this moment, when the smell of blood poured into his nostrils, he felt that this exquisite carriage of "life" that had been suspended for many years was slowly moving forward again on the muddy road soaked in blood.

Originally, this was the only thing Guling Shiyan taught him.

He remembered the name with some sadness.

Meng Shisheng's eyes were full of the tragic scene of everyone falling apart like puppets with broken strings.It seemed that the scene of endless collapse and disintegration, and more of the defenseless reversal of the situation made him stiff for a long time before he regained the strength to hold the weapon tightly. With [-] points of strength, he swung towards the red shadow.

But at the front end of the ultimate move, the trace of the enemy suddenly disappeared, and the sound of disillusionment that his troops died in vain came in vain.

His pupils shrank in shock, and he couldn't even breathe.

A huge shadow seemed to fall from the sky, and a long sigh sounded behind the ears, like the chant of a demon boy: "I wanted to keep you till the end..."

The sound of the wind urged on, and in his mind, he had imagined himself being cut into pieces by countless blades. Meng Haisheng put a little force on his toes, tensed his whole body and spun sideways, only to see his bewitching purple hair raised and then chopped off. Shocking scenes scattered around.The rest of his strength was almost exhausted, and he couldn't wait for him to fight back. The strange red image floated like a hallucination, and it was already close at hand.Time seemed to be delayed for a moment, and he could clearly see that the opponent's right hand was behind his back, and he only used his left hand to make a decisive move. His right direction.

what's next?The next step is to hit him in the left rib in reverse?Or is he chopping his right arm forward?Or take advantage of the gap when he evades, turn around and attack him behind the back?

There were too many possibilities, Meng Shisheng was so shocked by the huge disparity in strength that he forgot all the counterattack methods for a while.In the end, he raised his weapon and simply used one of the most uncomfortable and clumsy horizontal slashes to prevent the frontal attack lines he could think of.

With a "bang", Yi Lan ran straight into the man's slender fingers, red sparks sprayed from the junction, blocking his sight, and a formation similar to Mount Tai's pressure was transmitted to the hands, shoulders, and quickly through the blade. Penetrates the whole body, instantly paralyzes.He raised his head in disbelief, and saw the other party's pale face full of smiles that seemed not to be breathing.He felt that the flowing red sleeves were like a pair of huge flapping butterfly wings swaying in circles and ripples in the ink of the night, and the long and scattered hair on his head was entangled with the wind endlessly. , the seemingly unfocused eyes were like two thin needles, nibbling away at his expression like tasting something delicious.

He was simply bewildered.

The sharp sword fingers, which are completely inconsistent with this graceful appearance, wiped Yi Lancao's horizontal front side inch by inch, and gold flakes were scattered all over.Meng Hai was unable to move.Then, two white fingers that didn't seem to be exposed to the sun intertwined and clasped together, and a strong and domineering finger force penetrated his limbs and bones.

Meng Haisheng did not say a word, but fell all the way, dragging dripping and dismal bloodstains.

But the other party had already predicted his landing point, and the smoked body floated carelessly behind him by the wind, and the proud figure gathered light and shadow, with the left foot as the axis, and the right foot swiped suddenly, dancing a In a standard semicircle, Zhu Yi once again floated gracefully, like a red epiphyllum blooming instantly.The sword finger drawn behind him was raised horizontally very elegantly, and then it was impeccably precise and moved along a tricky angle, directly hitting the Achilles' heel of the wobbling man.

——How could it be like this...with my brother...

A flash of light flashed across Meng Haisheng's mind.

He gritted his teeth and turned around with the last of his controllable strength. Regardless of the pain of being pierced through his right chest after bumping straight into the opponent's sword finger, a formula rushed through his heart. A sense of horror rose from the ground between the two of them. "Dream Signing Seal—"

Gong Wuhou's intuition was wrong, but it was too late, a streak of black energy entered his body from his ears and nose, but he couldn't force it out.

"Ah! Young Master!—" Zhu Han, who was lying on the top of a small hill in the distance, cried out in shock.

He was about to jump down from behind the boulder where he was covering himself, but someone grabbed him by the collar from behind, flailing his limbs in mid-air in vain.Turning his head, when he saw the icy face of that person clearly, he was startled again, and stammered, he opened his mouth and called out: "Qian..."

"Shut up." The man habitually lifted his large black cloak, and calmly watched the situation on the mountainside, "There should be nothing wrong with the palace."

Behind him, there are a large number of dark pavilions, and the forest is lined up behind him, and the long queue extends far away.Zhu Han has been stimulated too much, and he no longer knows how to react.

What traces said through the ages is true.The instinctive defenses possessed by the body that has practiced the double volume of Ximai also unfolded, but there was no abnormality for a while.

But it was enough to piss him off.

The fingers were violently pulled away from the warm body, and in the spurted blood spray, they slashed towards the neck of the man who was unable to maintain a standing posture and was shaking to the point of collapse.

Unexpectedly, this vicious move was about to fail, and he noticed that there was someone disturbing the situation from outside the sky, so he was forced to take a few steps to avoid a whip-like force.

Immediately, accompanied by a burst of shaking, the dust billowed, and the black clouds rolled over.Under the cover of chaos, a figure descended, and as soon as it touched the ground, it quickly pulled up again. After a hasty "go", the two disappeared at the same time.

A few black feathers that shone with a faint green light slowly slid down like the helpless melancholy of all living beings.

Gong Wuhou took a step forward, but still lightly raised his sleeves, and let them go.After all, it is still necessary to dissolve the inexplicable tricks left in the body.

However, as soon as he let go of his defenses, a feeling of powerlessness that seemed drunk and tired suddenly devoured his brain and mind without any resistance from him.It felt like some icy liquid had penetrated directly along a certain crack in the atrium.He habitually wanted to pull out Zhu Hong to support himself, but vaguely remembered that his sword had already been sealed in some corner of the Zhu family by himself...

With a "pass", he fell to the ground following a deep sense of fatigue.

"Hey!!—Sir!!" Zhu Han shouted from the other side.

However, Xing Qiangu was faster than any of his reactions, the black particles scattered and gathered, and he reached the unconscious Gong Wuhou. "Gong Wuhou? Gong Wuhou?" He picked him up, checked his pulse with one hand, and found that there was no injury, and then carefully looked at the hand that was pressing heavily on his arm with the faint light unique to Yandu. Li's face, for a moment, came to a simple yet complicated conclusion: the palace has no empress, and fell asleep.

"What do you mean the young master just 'slept over'? How could it be so good..." Zhu Han asked suspiciously while tucking in the corner of the quilt.

"To be precise, it's the nightmare." Hen Qiangu supported the curtain that fell on his forehead, and replied in a flat tone without much ups and downs.

Zhu Han could hear that Lord Qiangong, who had always been at odds with the two palaces, was impatient to explain too much to his servant, but at this moment, he didn't care about the dignity, so he mustered up his courage to beg in panic: "Master Qiangong Now that you know the cause of the disease, do you know the method to cure your son?"

Hen Qiangu's complexion looked a bit strange, he stared at that sleeping face, especially at the cinnabar imprint for a long time, and finally raised his eyebrows slightly. "Of course there is a way to save him." He slowly turned to the window on one side, "But, does it work..." Raising his hand, he wrote a cigarette message neatly.

As the holder of the Eye of Blood and Tears, Gong Wuhou knew what trick she had been hit.It can be easily judged from the move name of "Meng Zheng Sheng Yin", he was bound in the dream with a formation similar to Du Wuyu Mie Hui's death seal.Knowing all kinds of martial arts, he can certainly imagine what it is. Judging from his current situation of wandering aimlessly in the maze of smoke and fog, the opponent has detected the weakest link in his heart, which is The tragic death of his father when he was five years old is intended to make him relive the nightmare, so he can't get rid of it.

He couldn't help but sneer.

He who was forged by the ancient mausoleum as a humanoid weapon, looking back, does he still feel pain?

After laughing at himself, he walked with ease and casually.

Fog after fog, it should have been a long time, but the imagined reappearance of the past has not ushered in.This really made him a little confused.

Could it be that the knot in his heart is just this formation that he really isn't good at traversing?

Suspiciously, he continued walking, when suddenly there was the sound of running water in front of him.As the only variable in this illusion, he naturally followed the sound and walked over.

The white mist is like a piece of floating curtain, gradually receding to the sides. After taking a few steps, turning around Linyan, I saw a bright stream of water flowing past my eyes.A young child in white clothes squatted in the background of light smoke in the autumn water, concentrating on distinguishing, but a small sobbing sound could be peeled off from the sound of the clear water.

Gong Wuhou felt chest tightness to the extreme.He breathed a sigh of relief on the spot before moving forward.

The chestnut hair was neatly pulled up in a bundle behind the head, and the thin body was arched forward, scrubbing his hands vigorously, and the strong water flow swept away the scattered tears.I don't know how long he has been like this, it seems that he can't wash enough.

The corners of Gong Wuhou's eyes were panting, and he couldn't find his own voice.Thinking about it again, what should I call him now.

Just as he took a step behind the child, the child turned around vigilantly, and the clear child's voice nervously broke the loneliness of the mountain forest: "Who are you?!"

The pure and innocent blue pupils were without fear, they stared straight at Gong Wuhou's overly sharp eyes, blinked, then quickly took the sleeve and wiped it vigorously back and forth, then stared at the visitor stubbornly.

I will not admit my mistake.Gong Wuhou just thought it was a bit funny, after the age of 15, his senior brother was no longer his opponent, it became natural to be defiant and rude for so many years, could it be that the one I was really afraid of was the young Nishinomiya?

So, he couldn't help but relax, and even said to the child with a little joke: "I am a fairy."

Unexpectedly, the child was not bluffed, but instead said tit for tat: "I don't believe it. Master said that strange powers and chaotic spirits are false, and they are all false supports for the weak. I don't believe your words."

Gong Wuhou was almost moved by this tone and expression.Really, really senior brother.

He said unhurriedly: "I know everything about you. You also came from a famous family in Yandu. When you were two years old, your family was in chaos and almost extinct. It was caught by the great master of Yandu, accepted under the seat, renamed 'Diaoying', and has been educated to this day. Is what I said right?"

The child opened his mouth slightly in a daze.

Gong Wuhou smiled.

"...I, I still don't believe it. What Master said is never wrong." The child thought for a while, and then said, "I see that you are dressed as an adult in Yandu Palace. Since you are high and powerful, you know what Master said." There is nothing strange about things like accepting apprentices... It's just that Diao Ying doesn't know who you are, so please let me know, so as not to make Diao Ying impolite."

Gong Wuhou was completely convinced.He didn't answer, but instead asked, "Why are you hiding here alone and crying?" Speaking of which, in his impression, he had never seen his senior brother cry, and he was quite suspicious of this scene.

The child was well-behaved and courteous since he was a child, and when he saw the high-ranking ruler questioning him, he answered honestly: "It's because Diao Ying didn't pay attention to his studies, and the master is angry..."

"How could it be?" Gong Wuhou was surprised, "I always knew that you were extremely intelligent, and you could recite all the difficult scriptures by eye."

"A few days ago, Master rescued a child from a foreigner. It must have been a serious illness. Master has not shown up for three days... I miss Master very much, so I didn't study hard... As a result, today Master smoked Ask the chapter, I made several mistakes, and the master is angry." The child rested his chin on his chest, and his little hands were still unconsciously rubbing against the hem of his clothes.

Gong Wuhou suddenly realized something.Looking at this child who looked like a little beast lost in the mountains, he suddenly felt a shaking from the soles of his feet.

He took a step forward, grabbed the child's thin shoulders tightly with both hands, and said to him word by word: "That child must not be kept!"

Mo Dao Nong's fragrance is greasy to the bone, and Xia Yi once provoked the imperial furnace smoke.

The strong bare hands passed under the neck, half-supporting the person.A pair of ebony hairpins fell one after another, and the long dark red hair like thick clouds spread out as if losing strength, slid over his knuckles, the back of his hands, and wrist bones, and fell all over the head of the bed, like quiet water waves, swaying a low, bitter voice. Moan.This seems to be all the tenderness that he can get, which belongs to Gong Wuhou.

He clearly remembered every angle and every expression of this face, but now, when they were so close again after crossing a long distance that was almost a lifetime away, they were blurred because of their closed eyes, But he can effortlessly delineate this moment as the one he loves the most.

The love in this world is originally a dream bubble, like a shadow, it will die when you force it.

He would rather believe that hatred will become a chain that binds them for the rest of their lives, and he doesn't even have time to think about what will happen after reincarnation.

However, is it wrong?

Up to now, I no longer force you, no longer try to control you, change you.I use this renunciation as the only compensation.You, have you ever been happy?

The oil lamp fluttered and wobbled.

Although the child has a much calmer temperament than his peers, when he heard these words like a thunderbolt from the clear sky, he was so frightened that he couldn't help struggling.

"Listen!" Gong Wuhou didn't let him go, "Whether it's good to let him fall into the water, fall off the cliff, or change his soup, Xi Gong is so smart, there must be many ways to deceive the great master Get rid of this child, right?"

"I don't know what you're talking about!" The child burst into tears in fear, and was still struggling to break free from the opponent's restraint. "Who the hell are you? Why did you kill that child?...He, he is my junior!"

The hand clasping his shoulder suddenly convulsed, and then more force poured in, Gong Wuhou almost gritted her teeth, and her voice sank suddenly, "Because that child will kill you in the future! Get rid of him now, in his weakest Time to get rid of him, in the future, you will be fine! You will be fine! You will be fine..."

The child seemed to be threatened by this tone, and stopped all resistance at once. The steamy green eyes looked up at the painfully struggling face: "Diao Ying doesn't understand... Master saved him, why did he harm Master?... ... How can we be sure about the future? I don't believe you. ... Diao Ying will treat him well, and we will all be well, together with Master..."

Gong Wuhou laughed out of embarrassment.

"Why are you crying..." The child's crying hoarse voice sounded a bit strenuous, and he shook his head and asked him, "Why do you say so many strange things?"

Just as Gong Wuhou was thinking about how to respond, suddenly, the phrase "hanging shadow" came from behind.

Too familiar, this coldness has penetrated into the bone marrow.Many years later, in the daze of the world, he heard this call again, which still stirred up his whole mind violently.He subconsciously let go.

The child turned around and ran not far behind him.

"Have you memorized your homework?"

"Yes." The child's voice, with a slight remnant of crying, was particularly earnest.

"Then go back to the cold window and recite the merits again later. If you make another mistake, the master will hit you again."

"Ah."

Facing the indomitable flowing water, Gong Wuhou only felt that behind him was the deepest oppression.

"Why don't you come here?" The previous voice came from a distance, it was unmistakable, but it came towards me, "Gong Wuhou?"

The palace has no queen.

This name, this call, goes retrograde along the blood.

He turned around incredulously.

The cold forest is unrestrained, the mist is thin and the smoke is light.That pale blue figure was just reflected in the hazy sunlight, and that deep face was as clear and deep as the heartbeat and pulse that he had felt before.Just looking at it like this, he couldn't hold back the tears welling up.After a life of obscurity and a lifetime of living in the emperor, he has never been soberly aware of the fact that he may have known but always avoided: revenge can't really get back what he lost, and even lose the last bit of self in this world.

But is it too late for this understanding?

In a dream anyway, he thought.

The footsteps have not been allowed by the will, and they have already stepped over without authorization.

The young senior brother, who was so nervously grasping the hem of the master's clothes, also turned his head to look at him at this time, his emerald eyes are so beautiful, people can't bear to forget.

Anyway, in the dream, he can be willful and ignore the strands that hold him back.

He saw Master stretching out his hand towards him.He hesitated for a moment, but still held it.

——We will all be fine...

The film light up.

Gong Wuhou still thought about countless times, sleeping until close to noon before waking up, but this time she was more tired than usual.

Also, being framed by someone had such a long and hard dream.

What if it's not a dream?

He felt as heavy as lead being poured into his skull. "Zhu Han... what time is it?" He pouted his head, letting his disheveled hair obscure the time outside.

"My lord is really awake?" The servant boy jumped up to the bed, his words were full of joy, "It's just past si, my lord worked hard last night, do you want to rest?"

He caressed his forehead, shook his head slightly, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the short table and the oil lamp on it.

"Did anyone come here last night?" He asked impulsively.

The servant boy quickly shook his head: "No one has ever been here before."

Fingertips parted the crimson gauze curtain, and brushed against the rough iron lamp holder, as if there was still a false warmth.

"Oh." He replied lightly.