After being forced to marry an enemy tyrant

Chang Ling pondered for a moment, asked Zhu Meng and Tang Yue to park the car aside and wait, then got out of the car by himself.

"Hey you..."

Zhu Meng was afraid that the matter of the document would be found out, so he hurried on his way, and was about to complain, but was stared at coldly by Chang Ling, and his scalp was numb, and he swallowed the rest of the words.

This little monster is really going too far!

On the other side, Mu Hua also went down the hill with an umbrella.

The two stood still at the foot of the hill, and Chang Ling asked, "Madam, what's the matter?"

Mu Hua smiled, tilted the umbrella, put it on the top of Changling, and said: "Little thing, you are luckier than me."

Chang Ling was silent, and asked: "Madam, do you have a letter to send to relatives and friends?"

Mu Hua shook his head: "This palace is an orphan, with no relatives and no reason, only one division that has been overthrown. The division of this palace is on Yinlian Mountain to the west of Qingqiu. There is a red plum tree outside the mountain gate, and I am buried under the plum tree. The bones of master and senior brother. If you have time, go and burn three sticks of incense under the plum tree for Bengong."

Chang Ling nodded: "I've made a note, and I will definitely live up to Madam's trust."

Mu Hua took out a small silk bag from his sleeve, and said: "As soon as you leave, we may not see each other again. I don't have any valuables to give you. This is a basket of plum cakes that I made newly. , take it with you on the way to satisfy your hunger."

Chang Ling was startled, and took it with both hands.

Mu Hua smiled and said: "Let's go, I won't delay your journey."

Chang Ling respectfully performed the junior salute and bid farewell to Mu Hua.

Mu Hua stood by the side of the road holding an umbrella, watching the carriage disappear into the depths of the rain, completely unable to see the shadow or hear the sound, Fang turned and walked back.

**

In the middle of the night, Zhaoyan returned to the Dawn Palace dripping wet.

Yin Zhu stepped forward anxiously, wanting to change the soaked robe for the new monarch, when he raised his eyes, he met the blood-red eyes of the new monarch, and fell to his knees on the ground in fright.

Zhao Yan passed the crowd with a blank expression, and went directly to the sleeping hall.

The hall was pitch black.Zhao Yan put his hand on the door, the veins on the back of his hand arched, paused for a moment, and gently pushed open the door.

The hall door opened silently to both sides.

Zhaoyan walked in with a sullen face, and the black iron boots stepped on the Wulingyu floor, making a kicking sound.The rain also dripped to the ground drop by drop along the tip of the hair.

The hall was filled with the light and pleasant breath of spirit grass as before, and strands of it penetrated into the nose, exuding a silent bewitchment.

Zhaoyan walked into the hall, held the candlestick, lit the shark lamp flame, and walked towards the bed curtain.

"Why did you come back?"

In the past, that little thing would always rub his eyes, wake up from his sleep in a daze, and then crawl out of the bed, looking at him with sleepy black eyes.

Finally, she stretched out her arms and wrapped them around his waist.

Zhaoyan stood still in front of the bed curtain, gripped the curtain tightly, and slowly opened it trembling.

Inside the tent, two sets of bedding were neatly stacked, and two things were placed on the flat mattress surface, a crescent-shaped token and a sandalwood box.

Zhaoyan's heart twitched, and the candlestick in his hand fell to the ground.

"Your Majesty!"

Seeing the fire in the hall, Yin Zhu cried out in panic.

No one responded for a long time, Yin Zhu could only bravely lead someone to rush in, and saw Zhao Yanku sitting on the bed, holding a sandalwood box in his hand, one side of the curtain had been ignited by the candlestick that fell to the ground.

Yin Zhu was frightened out of his wits and hurriedly ordered people to put out the fire. Fang Fu knelt down in front of the bed and begged: "Your Majesty, take care of yourself!"

Zhao Yan pinched the sandalwood box in his hand with bluish knuckles, and the box quickly cracked like a spider web at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Your Majesty!"

Yin Zhu was shocked.

"roll."

"Your Majesty..."

"roll!"

Yin Zhu didn't dare to touch the new king's Nilin again, so he could only lead everyone back out in panic, and quietly removed the candlestick, replacing it with a glazed lamp that would not leak.

As soon as he left the palace gate, Yin Zhu was caught off guard and collided head-on with another figure.

"Jun, Mrs. Jun?"

Yin Zhu stared at the man in white with an umbrella in shock, opened his mouth wide and was speechless.

Mu Hua lowered his eyebrows and looked at the servants in the palace and running around in panic, and asked, "What happened?"

Yin Zhu hesitated for a moment, then said: "Yes... it's because the slave is clumsy, accidentally knocked over the candle, and drained the water."

Mu Hua sneered, passed him, and walked towards the bedroom.

Yin Zhu was shocked, ran over and knelt down in front of Mu Hua: "Ma'am, please wait. Jun, Your Majesty is inconvenient right now..."

"It's inconvenient, I know better than you."

Mu Hua casually threw the umbrella on the ground, and walked over with his sleeves on his back.

Yin Zhu was thrown with water all over his head and face, and raised his head quietly, looking at the white shadow in front of him in a daze.

In the sleeping hall, Zhao Yan was still sitting withered, the brocade box in his hand was completely torn, and the golden book and treasure seal rolled to the ground.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he suddenly raised his head, and before he could say the word "roll", it got stuck in his throat.The mother and son looked at each other expressionlessly, Zhaoyan's Adam's apple rolled, and he lowered his head dejectedly.

Mu Hua walked over, leaned over to pick up the gold book and seal on the ground, and said: "You know how to let go, which is much better than that old thief Qiu Feng, but do you know that the most hateful thing about you werewolves is What?"

Zhao Yan's pupils shrank, and he raised his head with blood-red eyes.

Mu Hua raised the corners of his mouth coldly: "You don't have to look at me like this. The most hateful thing about you werewolves is your arrogance. You think that you can conquer everything, including people's hearts. But you know, the most difficult thing to conquer in this world is The thing least likely to be conquered by force is the human heart."

"You think that if you let go voluntarily, that little thing should be grateful to you instead of abandoning you so ruthlessly. Your generosity is just a means for you to conquer people's hearts, not a willingness to give, so Your heart is full of anger and resentment at this moment, isn't it?"

"But have you ever thought about what that little thing owes you? The hatred of the previous generation, no matter what the truth is, should not be carried by him. You have trapped yourself in the hatred and dragged him in at the same time. Yes You owe him, not he owes you. You want his sincerity, but sincerity cannot be obtained by conquest, but by treating each other as equals, and exchanging sincerity for sincerity.”

Zhaoyan twisted his face, and hissed: "Isn't this gentleman treating him sincerely enough?"

"sincere?"

Mu Hua seemed to hear a joke: "Where is your sincerity, is it this golden book and seal, or the queen you promised? If you think these are your sincerity, then your werewolf's sincerity is really worthless. "

"I ask you, you keep saying that you treat him sincerely, how much do you really know about that little thing? Apart from knowing that he is the blood of your father-killing enemy Tu Shan Boyan, you probably don't know anything about him."

"Of course I know it! I know it. He has many thoughts and is very cunning. He always lies in front of me. I still know that he... But I tolerate all of this."

Mu Hua sneered.

Zhao Yan said angrily, "What do you mean?"

Mu Hua said with compassion in his eyes: "I just feel sad for you. It's not your fault, it's just that the half werewolf blood in your body has already carved selfishness, conceit and unreasonable desire to conquer into your bones."

"Aside from knowing that he has a lot of eyes, and knowing that he is cunning, what else do you know? Have you ever wondered why, as the blood of the eight-tailed fox emperor Tu Shan Boyan, he is only a half-opened spirit fox? Why is one half-opened? Can the spirit fox create such terrifying power? Why does he wear a spirit lock around his neck? What is his wish, what is his like, what is his dislike, what is his longing for? What. Do you understand all of these? And these are just a drop in the bucket."

"Except for the relationship between conquering and being conquered, you are just strangers. Isn't it?"

Zhao Yan was shocked, the blood on his face seemed to be drained, and he was speechless for a long time.

Because, he...couldn't answer any of them.

And these are just a drop in the bucket.

They are strangers who have nothing to do with each other.

When the anger dissipated without warning, unprecedented panic suddenly enveloped his heart.

Mu Hua sighed: "There is one more thing, I think it is necessary to let you know. Before that little thing persuaded me to eat, he asked me about the soft moon spirit armor on you. I heard that Tu Shan Boyan has woven two spirit armors, one is on the fox queen Jiang Yin, and the other should be reserved for that little thing, why is it on you?"

Zhao Yan froze for a moment.

After a long time, he said with a complicated expression, "He gave it to me."

"he?"

Zhao Yan nodded.He couldn't help but recall the silver-white figure standing with his sleeves behind his back in the snowstorm before the bitter cold.

"I have never regretted killing your father and saving the whole fox family. Even if one day the Japanese king will die under your sword because of this."

"As a king, most of the time, he is heartless, heartless, and loveless. Only in this way can he be truly biased, selfless, and indestructible. Ah Yan, one day, you will understand."

"This soft moon spirit armor is my gift to you. I hope it can protect you from the bitter cold environment. I am waiting for the day when you are strong enough to seek revenge from me."

The man's indifferent voice echoed in his ears, and was quickly drowned out by the wind and snow.

"Why, why is it you? Since you killed him, why did you pretend to be a hypocrite to teach me the way of cultivation. I don't need your charity, let alone your hypocritical gift!"

As a young man, he knelt on the ground and roared.

The man was unmoved, and said calmly and coldly: "Monsters and beasts are rampant in the bitter cold environment. With your current cultivation base, without the soft moon spirit armor to protect your body, once you step in, you will be eaten and divided by all the monsters. You can’t make it through any level. Put it on and walk your way.”

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