Falling flowers do not return

Throwing away that heart, he didn't even raise his eyelids, let alone give Wei Ziyun half a response.

On the roof facing all the martial artists, a young man bent his bow like a full moon, pointing his arrow at Wei Ziyun.

With his back turned to Wei Ziyun, the golden fox tapped on his toes and swept up the top of the Forbidden City.

The duel was suddenly interrupted, and Ximen Chuuxue, who lost his opponent, said coldly to Yu Huatian, who was carrying Ye Gucheng with one hand: "What do you mean?"

"Ye Gucheng wants to die with all his heart, the outcome of this duel has been decided."

Yu Huatian said lightly: "If I didn't stop the sword just now, you would be injured, and Ye Gucheng would be a corpse. As for why I stopped it, there was one person begging to save him."

The former governor of the West Factory had already come up when he saw the palace, so he stopped talking, but carried Ye Gucheng down slowly, as if he was carrying a weightless puppet.

"Blowing snow."

The golden fox gently held the sword-holding hand of the Sword God with his cool five fingers that were not stained with blood, and pressed down the latter's hand on his chest little by little but could not be refused.

He whispered amidst the shouts of killing: "Master, if you don't believe what Master said, you won't be able to see—the duel is over, this is not a place to talk—come with Master."

The golden fox pulled Ximen Chuuxue, and could not help but lead the latter to leave the place and walk towards the harem.

"Chuuxue doesn't have anything to say to the young master?"

The two passed through layers of archers in silence all the way, and after a long time of twists and turns on the dark and damp path, they entered an empty palace along the courtyard wall.

After the golden fox turned around and closed the door, he suddenly shot and pressed Ximen Chuuxue, who had not resisted, against the wall.

His arm was tightly wrapped around the sword god's neck, and his gorgeous and unparalleled cheeks slowly moved closer to the latter, and his raised Danfeng eyes were full of anger and sorrow: "Master, I really hope you lose, so that I can forget what you have done!" What, to fulfill my promise in the past, I wiped my neck down to find you...Young master said such ugly words on purpose, but you didn't waver at all...If the master didn't see that sword, you He won't make a move even if he wins, so I know that you must concentrate on that duel, so you won."

"Master obviously hates to drink your blood and eat your flesh, wishing to kill you with his own hands, but when you are dueling, Master will still worry about you."

The golden fox leaned lightly on his arm, his temples covered the expression on his face, but his voice gradually became crying: "I really hate you..."

Ximen Chuuxue's shoulders were tense, and he raised his hand to press on the golden fox's waist.

He once slashed a sword in the alley, passing right through where his five fingers are now: "It's my fault, I should believe you."

"But you didn't, even if you knew Miss Sun was jealous of Young Master."

Under the watery moonlight, the golden fox blinked, put down his arms, and leaned against Ximen Chuuxue as if he had no bones: "Now that the emperor is dead, my junior brother will ascend the throne in a few days, and my young master has somehow become the empress dowager."

He raised up the blood-stained hand and looked at it for a long while: "I didn't expect that I would become a widow one day, and I did it with my own hands. Chuuxue, if I press this blood on your spotless hair now on the skirt, will you be angry?"

"No, I will marry you."

"..."

The golden fox's body was trembling slightly, and his long eyelashes cast a little shadow on his eyes and face. He didn't speak, let alone answered whether he wanted to.

He only pressed his palm on Ximen Chuuxue's chest, and rubbed it wantonly.

Ximen Chuixue: "......"

"Sure enough, you are not angry. If someone else did this, I'm afraid you would have thrown him out of Chuuxue."

The golden fox rubbed away all the sticky blood stains on the man's chest. He stepped back a few steps and walked to the table beside him - there was a basin of water and two jugs of wine on the table - he calmed his hands in the basin and washed away the blood. All the bloodstains: "Don't you ask me why the forced palace happened again and again tonight, and why did I kill the emperor myself?"

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"not my business."

The golden fox smiled lightly when he heard the words, but for some reason there was a little sadness in his smile, no longer the frivolity and complacency of Wanmei Villa when they first met, but instead appeared to be preoccupied.

The basin was put aside with the red water in it, and he was sitting on a chair with his long legs crossed under the hem of his skirt, tapping one of the two bottles of wine with his well-manicured fingertips: "If As I expected, Chuuxue, you are not at all like Lu Xiaofeng who likes to meddle in other people's affairs."

"Young Master knows swordsmanship, Suhuan can make a whip, and just now Young Master pulled out the emperor's heart. If someone tells you that Young Master slaughtered the Emei Sect by himself, would you believe Chuuxue?"

This sounds like a temptation, or the golden fox is afraid that the charges against him will not be cleared, or even though he loves him now, he no longer dares to trust Ximen Chuuxue, so he is so cautious.

"Young master's element ring fell in the emperor's palace—now it's the late emperor's bedroom—and he didn't get it back. If Chuuxue wants to kill him, even if he fights back, he has no chance of winning."

The finely carved white jade chin is slightly raised, and the lines of Gong Shi's neck are graceful and slender. The way he closes his eyes and waits is like a crane that has given up hope and leads his neck to be slaughtered, full of beauty and desolation.

Ximen Chuuxue's eyes were dark, he couldn't help walking forward, and touched the golden fox's temples with his fingers: "I'm sorry."

The golden fox he knew loved to laugh so much, but because of him, he showed such sad expressions again and again.

It was originally his fault, but it was the other party who suffered the pain, which was not fair.

Now Ximen Chuuxue just wants to take the golden fox far away from the palace and return to Wanmei Villa.

Then he'd marry him, after all they'd been missing out for so long.

The golden fox waited for a long while but did not receive the cold weapon, but the opponent's slightly callused palm caressed his face.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and the delicate Danfeng pupils were full of reflections on the man in white: "You don't kill me, do you mean you believe me?"

"It was my fault."

The reason why Ximen Chuuxue took action that day was because of Yu Luocha's letter, secondly because of Liu'er's testimony, and thirdly because he saw the golden fox violently attacking Liu'er, thinking that he was found out and wanted to kill him.

But Ximen Chuuxue failed to kill the golden fox after all, so his always unsheathed murderous sword missed, and only stabbed the latter's waist, not the heart.

He didn't expect that Liu'er was forced by Sun Xiuqing to give a false testimony, so he couldn't be trusted.

But Ximen Chuuxue had no idea of ​​explaining.

Wrong is wrong.

"...You just said that you want to marry my young master."

The golden fox leaned forward, raised its arms to hug Ximen Chuixue's narrow waist, and met the latter's eyes: "Young master was a queen before, and now she is a queen mother, do you know?"

This sentence implies a lot.

Ximen Chuuxue also looked at the golden fox.

His gaze was cold, just like him, but now that cold gaze contained a trace of tenderness that was almost invisible, like the first drop of water melting in the early spring after the severe winter, slipping from the tip of the grass, and moistening the grass that is about to rejuvenate. earth.

The golden fox stared at the man, and he seemed to understand the latter's gaze, so the smile on his lips grew wider and wider, and finally he smiled, and even his words became joyful.

He promised: "That's it, when the younger brother ascends the throne, the queen mother will 'pass away', and the young master will go back with you."

"But before that."

The golden fox let go of Ximen Chuuxue, twisted his waist to one side, took the two bottles of wine, and picked up two glasses: "Young master has one more thing to confirm."

Slowly and unhurriedly, he filled two wine glasses with mellow and clear wine—from two different wine jugs—and held them in his hands: “These two jugs of wine are only for the young master a few days ago. The daughter red that Chunhua Lou bought when he was free has the most powerful love medicine in it, and a bottle of tribute wine in the palace, which contains the fastest-acting drug. Now I want to ask you a question, Fuxue. Then drink one of them according to your answer."

"..."

Ximen Chuixue's eyebrows moved slightly, and he suddenly felt that the question Gong Shi asked would definitely not be a good thing.

The golden fox pinched the two wine glasses and said word by word: "Do you care that the late emperor touched my young master?"

"Don't care."

The man's voice was cold, without any hesitation.

The moment the golden fox heard the answer, he raised his left hand, and the wine beads in the small cup flew up and poured into the air, forming a perfect arc.

His eyes were bright, as if the sky was filled with stars in an instant, and his soft lips opened and closed: "Master is very happy."

After saying that, he leaned his neck back, and poured the wine in the small cup in his right hand into his mouth at a speed that Ximen Fuxue couldn't stop, or the latter didn't want to stop.

A dexterous and good-looking hand grabbed the man's skirt, and bent his waist with undeniable force, the golden fox fed the wine into Ximen Chuuxue's lips and teeth bit by bit, while the other hand had already penetrated into the latter's skirt, Press on the warm beating heart.

He kissed the sword god's lips bit by bit, and the broken words were seven points charming and three points inviting: "Chuixue...give it to the young master, give your—"

The moonlight has gradually weakened, and the sun will rise in two hours. Under such light, the stool under the golden fox made an overwhelmed creak due to the sudden sliding.

Gong Shi was lazily leaning against the window a few meters away, the black scabbard sword lying quietly between his knees, and his eyes were coldly staring at Ximen Chuuxue.

The latter knelt on the ground with one knee, the blood oozing from the corners of his lips behind the long hair scattered on his shoulders.

He is still awake now because of his deep inner strength that can suppress the poison, but he is also unable to move because of the sudden palm on his chest, so that the long sword with the black scabbard that never leaves his hand is taken away by Miyashiki.

"What, surprised?"

The golden fox smiled and admired the astonishment on Ximen Chuuxue's face. It is rarer for a sword god to show such an expression than his smile, so the former looked at it carefully for a long time before saying: "When I was stabbed by your sword, I also I'm very surprised, now you have received the hatred of the sword from the master's palm, and as for what... the master has used your martial arts calculations, and you have used a full ten."

He stroked his lower lip with his index finger, as if he was still reminiscing about that ulterior kiss just now, and his low laughter was full of sweetness: "There are not many people in this world who have seen you and Yu Luocha at the same time, So no one has ever doubted the relationship between the sword god of Wanmei Villa and the leader of the Demon Cult far away in the Western Regions—Chuuxue, if Yu Luocha knew that the heir he worked so hard to protect disappeared on the night of the final battle, How would you feel?"

Ximen Chuuxue opened his mouth to speak, but when his throat moved, another mouthful of blood gushed out, and the leisurely crossed-legged person in his sight became more and more blurred.

The blood-stained sword god finally couldn't hold on and fell down.

There was neither sorrow nor joy in Gong Shi's eyes, and without moving his eyelids, he let the man in white who he kept talking about his likes and hatreds fall to one side, as if he was looking at a stranger who had nothing to do with him.

"......"

The golden fox slowly turned his head to look out the window, his soft hair swept across his fair and slender neck with his movements, and the white moon was reflected in the upturned Danfeng eyes, like a piece of fine white jade falling into the black and smelly ink , sinking into the boundless darkness a little bit: "Brother's side should be almost over, I have to hurry up..."

Having said that, he still sat on the stool without moving a muscle. After dozens of breaths, he put down his black scabbard and long sword and stood up. He walked lightly across Ximen Chuuxue to the bed, and opened the hidden compartment at the head of the bed.

In the dark compartment, there are stacks of square and neat clothes. On the clothes is a small white porcelain medicine bottle with a red face plug on the mouth of the bottle.

Gong Shi picked up the medicine bottle with the hand that killed one person and injured another overnight, and pulled out the tampon with the other hand, and poured out a rose-colored pill.

The sound of rustling fabric rubbing and falling sound was especially clear in the silent night. Under the action of the drug, the golden fox with Shi Zixu's face changed into the clothes that fit him, turned and left the bed, intending to leave the room.

"..."

In the end, he didn't leave straight away, but knelt beside the man, put his hands on the man's chest and leaned down a little bit, resting his pillow on his heart and listening quietly for a while.

There was no sound and no temperature.

Naturally, a dead person cannot have a heartbeat, nor can it be warm.

Shi Zixu is very familiar with this feeling, because he has killed countless people, and even "died" himself once.

The young man raised his head and pressed a kiss on the corner of the man's lips, then got up and walked out quietly, as if he was afraid of disturbing the sleeping people behind him.

At the same time, the martial arts figures on the roof, including Lu Xiaofeng, had reached the end of their strength.

No matter how strong their martial arts are and how famous their names are in the Jianghu, in such a chaotic situation, especially when there are troops on the outside looking at them, it is impossible for them to retreat unscathed.

It is impossible for one person to compete against the army, and each of them knows it very well.

The four-browed Lu Xiaofeng quickly grabbed a sharp sword that was attacking him, and then turned around to avoid a big knife.

When Prince Nan's son rebelled earlier, there were some accomplices among the martial arts people. He thought he had been wiped out, but he never expected that there would be a second time tonight.

In particular, the quality of the martial arts fighters who turned against the water this time is far from what the Southern Prince's son and party can compare.

The second group of people, Mantis, Cicada and Oriole played really well in the back.

First use Nan Wang Shizi to attract attention and consume the physical strength of the martial arts people, and then suddenly attack when everyone thinks that the crisis is in contact and their hearts are lax and concentrated on the duel. This has caused heavy losses to the people who were caught off guard.

Not to mention the dense crowd of heavy archers around them, like making dumplings, blocking everyone's escape route without leaving a single gap.

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"The son of the Southern Prince conspired against him, and Wei Ziyun was defeated. Although the son of the Prince of Taiping controlled the palace, but this king was too late to rescue him, he was powerless to recover."

The young man on the ridge shot Wei Ziyun to death with an arrow and did not shoot again. Now he drew his bow once again and said loudly: "There are only a few people left who conspired against the rebels. Soldiers, are you willing to follow me to avenge the late emperor?" ?!!"

"willing!"

The young man smiled slightly when he heard the words.

While shouting to kill, Hua Manlou threw away an enemy with his Liuyunfei sleeve, his breathing was already messy, and his speech was no longer calm: "I heard Zixu's voice, and he still called himself the king... Dazhi Datong really knows World affairs."

Lu Xiaofeng clamped the sword point between his fingers, and noticed that more and more people fell down on the roof—and falling down means falling down on glazed tiles, and falling down on glazed tiles is like a thousand arrows piercing the heart—it is destined to be a bad day.

"Not a single person who conspires against the enemy will be left behind."

The young man narrowed his eyes slowly, and the tip of his sword was always aiming at the erratic Lu Xiaofeng: "Kill them all!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the two fingers that were tense on the bowstring suddenly loosened!

The sharp arrow pierced through the air, and shot straight at the four eyebrows in a flash!

"Brother Lu!"

The whistle of the wind, which is completely different from other arrows, immediately told Huamanlou that this arrow was far stronger than the other feather arrows. He subconsciously slapped away another enemy who attacked him, and shouted at Lu Xiaofeng: "Don't take it hard!" !!!”

Lu Xiaofeng, who was about to point his finger in a consonant manner, was slightly startled when he heard the words, but the sharp arrow was close at hand, and it was too late to dodge.

He now has two options.

One is to pull a random enemy to block the arrow for him, and the other is to do everything possible to pick it up and try to avoid the vital points.

The first method violates Lu Xiaofeng's principles of life, and it seems that only the second method is feasible.

Huamanlou gave Lu Xiaofeng the third type.

Four fingers from two different people shot at the same time, forcefully stopping the arrow.

The snow-white feathers at the end of the arrow trembled in mid-air, but half of the sharp and smooth arrow pierced into Lu Xiaofeng's chest, and the blood that snaked down the arrow body quickly wet the nearest finger.

Hua Manlou withdrew his hands slowly, his chest heaved violently for a while before subsiding.

It is the best result that such injuries are not fatal.

Lu Xiaofeng's movements were even more straightforward, he simply pulled out the arrow.

"Still just as lucky...disgusting."

The young man on the opposite roof clicked his tongue, he shook off the bow and arrow in his hand, turned around and jumped off the roof.

And in the shadow behind the house that Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou couldn't see, there was another boy who looked exactly the same standing there.

The boy on the ground took a few steps forward: "Ximen Chuuxue has already been sent away, but...brother, didn't we agree that Lu Xiaofeng's flowers will be full of flowers and I will deal with them?"

The young man who floated down from the roof sneered, as if he was very displeased with the vague questioning in the middle of the other party's voice, and his expression became gloomy: "Do you feel distressed?"

"how come."

Shi Zixu blinked his eyes, his eyes were sincere and well-behaved, he pursed his lips, and said aggrievedly: "It's just that it's hard for me to explain the arrow you shot! Before, I tried my best to pull Master to act, to remove all hatred On the first emperor, the purpose is to make him look extremely hateful. After I ascend the throne, I can get the maximum support of the Jiangnan Hua family, and Lu Xiaofeng and his friends will not come to make trouble—brother, you still haven’t unlocked the bone shrinking technique ?Shrinking the bones for a long time is not good for the body, and the same is true for Yirong—I will go up and deal with it first.”

He didn't wait for Gong Jiu's response after saying that, and jumped up and down on the roof of the house.

"..."

Gong Jiu frowned slightly.

The moment Shi Zixu landed on the ridge of the roof, he happened to see the last martial artist beside Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou collapsed from exhaustion. The fierce fighting left few glazed tiles on the roof, and the scattered arrows and corpses were even more shocking. There is no way to get off.

"Enough! Stop everything!"

The boy's clear voice resounded through the night sky. He flicked his sleeves and said aggressively, "Stop shooting arrows!"

The rain of arrows stopped suddenly, and Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou were finally able to breathe and rest.

"Hero Lu, Hero Hua, I know that you two were innocent and involved in the conspiracy of Prince Nan's son. You are not part of the traitor, but you two heroes—especially Hero Hua," Shi Zixu said coldly. Said: "The last time I met, I should have said that I hope you leave the capital, otherwise I can't guarantee that when we meet again, we will be friends rather than enemies. It is obvious that the two of you didn't listen to what I said."

"If you continue to resist with luck."

The young man kicked and flicked the bowstring of the longbow dropped by Gong Jiu earlier, and the weapon that flew into the air fell into his white and slender fingers. His voice raised again: "I don't mind shooting two more arrows."

The martial arts fighters who had resisted before had died, were injured, and had lost their ability to resist. Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou were only trying to hold on, and it was not wise to continue resisting.

What's more, if Shi Zixu really wanted the two of them to be killed on the spot, there was no need for him to remind them.

Lu Xiaofeng looked at Shi Zixu, even though he was out of breath, his clothes were disheveled, his arms were sore, and there was a small piece of blood on his chest that was slowly fading away, but his eyes were bright, sharp, and full of inquiry: "If we stop, you wait how?"

——Exactly as what Zixu said when he was rescued before, he is no longer the original Shi Zixu, and the arrow that obviously wanted to take the life of the four eyebrows before cannot be ignored, so Lu Xiaofeng decided to be more cautious.

"The king can let you go."

The young man held his head high, with a haughty expression on his face: "Is Daxia Lu satisfied with this answer? Of course, if the two of you want to stay and participate in the enthronement ceremony - in view of the fact that the former emperor was assassinated by the son of the Southern Prince and the prince died in a fit of rage after hearing the news, As the half-brother of the former emperor, this king will be the best candidate for the new emperor—for the sake of the past, we can make an exception and allow the two heroes to participate in the grand ceremony."

"Brother Lu, you go first."

Before Lu Xiaofeng opened his mouth, Hua Manlou said, "I will stay."

"Brother Hua!"

"Let's go."

The refined and gentle young master sighed softly: "I still have something to say to Zixu."

"Clang—clang—"

The bell that lasted for several miles rang behind Lu Xiaofeng who looked back at Miyagi one step at a time. People and dignitaries who didn't know why were awakened in their sleep. Someone counted on their fingers, and then said in shock: "This. ....This is Guosang! The emperor's dragon controls Bintian!"

The homes of the important ministers loyal to the emperor exploded one after another. They put on their clothes and rushed to the palace as quickly as possible, but one by one, they were knocked down at the closed gate of the palace, took off their official hats, and put on the crown prince of Nanwang. The hat of the party, become a prisoner.

Many of these people are veterans of the three dynasties—so when they saw who the person who led the soldiers to detain them was, they all forgot their words because of shock, and when they learned who the new emperor was in prison, they said in their hearts that the destiny is so ——The governor of Xichang, who disappeared ten years ago, once again became a celebrity in the palace, but it was no longer Concubine Wan Gui who favored him, but the prince who they thought had died young with Concubine Wan Gui.

The crime of assassinating the first emperor was taken by Nan Wang's son, Nan Wang's mansion was confiscated, Nan Wang and Nan Wang's son Ling Chi at Caishikou one month later.

The remaining ministers in the court, except those who were already under the control of Gong Jiu, those who surrendered to the new emperor still stayed in their official positions. Those who expressed doubts about the death of the former emperor and the blood of the new emperor were all understated by the latter: " One radish and one hole, the world is so big, I never lack for radishes." He decided to end up taking away his official position and exiled to the frontier.

All the officials fell silent for a moment, and the voices of opposition faced by the new emperor, who had the support of the Taiping Palace, were quickly suppressed.

Three months later, when the new emperor ascended the throne, King Taiping, who heard the news, wrote a letter to retire, and his son took over the throne of Taiping.

Another month later, the new emperor restored the West Factory, and Yuhuatian once again became the veritable governor of the West Factory.

The Empress Dowager passed away and was buried with the late Emperor.

During this period, the gate of Baihualou in the south of the Yangtze River was always closed, Lu Xiaofeng went to and from the capital several times but never saw Huamanlou.

——Even Ximen Fuuxue, who left with Gong Shi on the night of the decisive battle, disappeared.

Two months later, the leader of the Western Demon Sect passed away, and in his last words, he asked the guardian Ku Song Guzhu to retrieve the young master Wang Tianbao and protect the Rakshasa card, so as to inherit the position of leader.

"If he is really dead, then I will clap my hands to celebrate, and say a good death."

In such a hot weather, it is a comfortable thing to have a basin full of ice cubes by his side, so Shi Zixu placed ten basins full of ice cubes beside him.

But he was covered with a thin blanket, lying comfortably and lazily in Yuhuatian's arms as if afraid of the cold, and slowly put the letter in his hand above the candlelight, watching the orange flames slow down without blinking. Slowly spread upwards, licking the white paper into ashes.

The boy's soft and delicate light-colored lips parted slightly, blowing out the flames and blowing away the blackness, allowing them to flutter and fall on the gorgeous and expensive carpet.

"A good man doesn't live long, but a scourge lasts for thousands of years. Yu Luocha came to the Central Plains to find her son."

He covered his lips with his hands and yawned slowly, his delicate cheeks were full of undisguised boredom and boredom, as if the reaction of the people from the Western Regions had been in his expectation.

Opposite to the young and bored emperor are the three thick stacks of memorials at Yuhuatian's hand, and the delicate and bright cinnabar on the inkstone.

The governor of Xichang, who took office again, turned a blind eye to apprentice Xiong's laziness—or he has become accustomed to it—the action of reviewing the memorial in his hand did not stop at all, and he said calmly: "Don't move around."

"Huh? Why doesn't Master let me move around?"

Shi Zixu was grinning, his calf under the blanket deliberately rubbed against the side of the beauty's master's leg, and one hand stretched out restlessly: "Could it be that the beauty wants to—"

"emperor."

The eunuch's unique high-pitched voice suddenly sounded from outside the door of the imperial study, interrupting the words of the real "dissatisfied" person, and even made the snow-haired beauty pause: "Master Hua Man Gu Hua has arrived."

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Shi Zixu's hand was still protruding down the beautiful master's waistline, unmoved by the outside world, until the latter pinched his wrist to stop him, and then he said half angrily, "Why did Huamanzi come?"

"He played many times to ask for a face-to-face saint."

Yu Huatian casually took out a notebook and put it into the thin palm he was holding, and said flatly: "You never read the memorial, of course you don't know."

"I have my ninth brother and my master, it's enough to be a foolish king with nothing to do."

The young man unfolded the memorial little by little, squinted his eyes for a while, then threw it away indifferently, letting the memorial roll on the carpet and spread out: "Although I don't want to see him at all, but since it is your permission, Master , it doesn’t hurt to see you again.”

He lifted the blanket, and the bare calves under the bright yellow casual clothes were slender and white, and the tight and shiny skin was dotted with red marks, and his round and lovely feet stepped on the soft carpet, curled up slightly - he didn't even wear boots, Not to mention obscene trousers - so there is no maidservant or eunuch in the imperial study room, unless they don't want to die.

"come in."

While picking and picking in the basin, the boy raised his voice.

There are good things in the palace.

The wooden door carved with dragons and phoenixes was brand new and tightly fitted, so it opened quietly, with almost no noise.

The low-browed eunuch who was in charge of opening the door never raised his eyes from the beginning to the end. After the visitor entered the imperial study room, he slowly closed to death at the same speed as opening the door, trying to minimize his sense of existence.

When Huamanju entered the door, he bowed: "Minister Huaman—"

"Fourth brother Hua."

The young man's voice was soft, not half as majestic as an emperor should be, but rather teasing.

He was playing with a chunk of ice in his hand, and the melted ice cube turned into water droplets, which spattered on the carpet along the cracks of his fingers: "I have also lived in Peach Blossom Castle for four years, so there is no need to spend so much." Li, on the contrary, it seems that I... am ungrateful."

Having said that, he didn't have the slightest intention to step forward to help Hua Manju who was kneeling, but instead watched the latter kneeling without blinking, and then he hesitated to say the word "flat body".

Hua Mangui didn't stand up straight because of the young man's words, and he just closed his eyes and performed what kind of big ceremony to face the saint.

Meticulous, no perfunctory.

Shi Zixu simply waited for Hua Mangui to finish his salute before continuing to speak: "Fourth Brother Hua is an imperial merchant appointed by the late emperor, so it can be seen that he has real talents and knowledge, and he also knows the rules. I don't know why he has repeatedly asked to see me in recent days. ?”

"I heard from Lu Xiaofeng that Qitong stayed in the palace for many days, and felt that Qitong's behavior offended me, so I came here to plead guilty to the emperor."

Hua Mangui's voice was flat, as if she was just stating how many beautiful silks and satins from the south of the Yangtze River she had provided for the palace this year, rather than coming to dignitaries.

Shi Zixu walked towards Huamanlou slowly, and stopped in front of the latter: "What is the crime? I don't feel offended. If Huamanlou is willing, it doesn't matter if I stay in the palace for a few more years."

"My father is old, and I still hope that the emperor will let the seven children go home."

"..."

Hearing the words, the young man slowly squatted down, resting his chin with one hand, slightly raised his index finger with the other, and frivolously lifted Hua Sitong's chin, forcing the latter to look at him at the same level: "Huamanzi, have I ever said that the entire Hua family... I actually hate you the most?"

Hua Sitong's pupils shrank slightly.

The boy's body was thin and thin, and he couldn't block Hua Manju's sight at all, so the latter, who was forced to look up, easily saw the snow-haired man standing behind the former with an indifferent expression.

He entered the imperial study room for a long time, Hua Manjue didn't even notice that there was a second person in the imperial study room, let alone when the governor of Xichang got so close.

——This kind of martial arts is far beyond the reach of Huamanlou.

In other words, if Shi Zixu really wanted to kill Huamanlou, Huamanlou would not even have the ability to protect himself.

"Ok?"

The young emperor blinked.

He noticed that Hua Manju was looking behind him, so he followed the latter's gaze and turned his head: "Master?"

"nothing."

The navy blue was dragged by the wind, and Yu Huatian walked back to the table and sat down, and picked up the memorial again: "You continue."

"Fourth brother Hua, I know that my Duke Yu is very good-looking, but if you keep watching, I will be jealous."

Looking back, the young man lightly tapped his delicate cheek with his little finger, and his words were seven parts lazy and three parts threatening: "If I get jealous, I will do some bad things—such as gouging out the eyes of those who dare to peek— Uncle Hua will definitely not want another blind man to appear among his sons, so he would be very sad, so you should not read it, Fourth Brother Hua."

Hua Manjue had looked back long before Yu Huatian walked back to the table, and lowered his eyes again. Hearing what the young man said now, he felt more and more worried about Hua Manlou: "In the past, I had eyes but didn't know Mount Tai. Offended, I hope the emperor will forgive me."

"I told you not to be so polite."

Shi Zixu's hand holding Huamanzi's chin slowly slid down to the latter's neck, exerting a little force.

He used the one that used to play with ice cubes, so his five fingers were very stiff, wet and cold, which made Hua Manxi's skin covered with goosebumps instantly: "If I say that I will kill you here!" You will let Huamanlou go back, do you have any complaints?"

"I have no complaints."

Hua Mangui immediately said.

"..."

Shi Zixu was silent for a while.

His hand left suddenly with coldness, but left a light fingerprint on Hua Manju's neck.

The young man got up and flicked his sleeves, snorted lightly with his nose: "You seven brothers have such a good relationship."

He walked three times around Huamanzi, who was kneeling on the ground but with a straight back: "After I ascended the throne, the money sent by Uncle Hua really filled the treasury and helped me a lot. Then I will tell Fourth Brother Hua how I am doing." That’s why I’m willing to let Huamanlou go back to the south of the Yangtze River.”

The young man's low voice lingered in Hua Manju's ears like a ghost's wail: "Lu Xiaofeng is now involved in trouble related to the Rakshasa card, you go and follow him, when Lu Xiaofeng gets the real Rakshasa card, spend four Brother, when will you bring the real Raksha card to me—the day when I get the Raksha card is the time when Huamanlou returns home."

"Are you clear?"

"So today I dismissed Fourth Brother Hua like this, are you angry?"

Mid-autumn chrysanthemums are in full bloom in the royal garden at the end of summer, and the big clusters of yellow are intertwined with the bright yellow casual clothes of young people, making it indistinguishable.

Coupled with the fact that the young man walked lightly in circles among the flowers, and his delicate cheeks were full of smiles, at first glance he looked like a naive flower demon who didn't know the world, rather than a prince who had killed the king and ascended the throne with deep thoughts.

Besides the boy, there was another person in the imperial garden.

A gentle and refined young man with a soft smile who walked slowly behind the young man.

Unlike the young man who dexterously shuttled among the flowers, this young man's steps were heavy and slow, as if he had no martial arts.

"What are you talking about? Or are you unhappy that Hua Xia is still sealing your martial arts for me?"

"At the beginning, you took the initiative to stay. Since you stayed, I will tacitly assume that you are not in a hurry to go back. The sealing of your martial arts is also for my safety, isn't it?"

The young man spoke one sentence after another, without giving Hua Manlou a chance to speak, the more he said, the more he said, "It's better to say that Hua Daxia has Meijiao Niang waiting at home, and you are worried that if you don't go back quickly, she will marry another man." Run away? The Hua hero can rest assured, even if the ordinary people in the Jiangnan Hua family can’t spend money in a few lifetimes, no woman will run away, and at most spend your money to stay in your Baihua Building to sleep another man."

After hearing these words, Hua Manlou didn't know what to say for a moment.

Both he and Shi Zixu knew that there was no beautiful girl waiting in Jiangnan, and it was even more impossible for him to sleep with other men in Baihualou. Manlou felt uncomfortable when he heard that his brother was threatened.

Whatever it was for, the boy succeeded.

So Huamanlou sighed softly and answered Shi Zixu's last question: "There is no Meijiao Niang, I'm just a little worried about the flowers in Baihualou... Would you like to go back with me to have a look?"

The owner of Baihualou invited him countless times, but the other party didn't appreciate it.

Shi Zixu tore off a palm-sized chrysanthemum, and the juice oozing from the broken part of the plant stained his fingers as he rubbed the petals: "Hua Xia, I want to ask you a question."

"Go ahead."

"If one day I tell you that your eyes can recover—"

Huamanlou paused for breath.