whisk

Shen Zhuo estimated the situation, and without much entanglement, he went to Chang'an Palace with a flick of his sleeves.

Shen Menghan watched Shen Zhuo go away, his eyes flicked to Concubine Qi, turned around and ordered: "The Qifang Pavilion is sealed, Concubine Qi and everyone in the pavilion are not allowed to enter or leave."

Concubine Qi bowed softly, without making any distinctions, she led the palace servants to the corridor and returned to the pavilion, the gate was closed tightly, blocking the Habayashi Guard and the black-clothed Habayashi from the outside of the pavilion.

The black-clothed feather guard looked at Shen Menghan inquiringly, Shen Menghan pondered for a while, then shook his head.

Emperor Yan's position has been decided, and Yu Shengyuan obviously knows that this battle is life-and-death, and he is doomed to be unkind today. The long whip in his hand suddenly cracked, and a silver light covered the sky and covered the sky, dazzling.

When the whirling silver dart touched it, it was immediately smashed into powder.

Xie Chenyan retreated quickly with his sword, hanging upside down on the double eaves of the Yunhua Gate.

In such a situation, Yu Shengyuan's two adoptive sons also suddenly threw Tian Luoyin's long whip, and went straight to Shen Menghan who was guarded by the black-clothed feather forest.

Their martial arts were not as good as Yu Shengyuan, but the ordinary swords worn by Yulin in black were no match for Tian Luoyin's whip at all.

Xixuan had no choice but to twist around to save him.

Xie Chenyan didn't hesitate, and flew straight down, splitting two whips with one sword.

The gate of Zhu Hong's palace was closed tightly, and the east-west road in front of the palace gate was wide open, but Yu Shengyuan swung his whip, sealing the narrow passage in front of Qifang Pavilion, and forced Qi Mao and Ah Wu, who had just stood at the intersection, into the narrow alley.

Wherever the Tianluo Yin whip passed, the vermilion walls of Qifang Pavilion collapsed and were blocked between the narrow corridors. The bluestone bricks laid in Qifang Pavilion were shattered by the whip, and a towering ginkgo tree also Being pulled down by a huge force, the golden leaves are scattered and overwhelming.

Everyone retreated in unison, behind was the collapsed palace wall, and in front was Tian Luoyin's whip, Qi Mao waved the Star Weaving Sword in his hand, barely stopping his castration.

With such a loud noise, the doors and windows of Qifang Pavilion are still closed, and there is silence.

Ah Wu was thrown away by the whip wind, and rolled to the ground, tightly holding the sword in his hand.

However, Yu Shengyuan obviously also understood that this person's martial arts was the weakest among all the people, and he also held the Moon Sword, without any hesitation, like chasing the stars and the moon, the person and the whip shot at A'Wu at the same time.

Ah Wu knew it was inevitable, gritted his teeth and threw the Zhaoyue Sword towards the Habayashi Guard, shouting: "Take the sword!"

But he didn't expect Luo Yin's whip to be tough and soft that day, when Zhaoyue sword was released, the wind swept away, and he changed his direction in an instant, sweeping away Zhaoyue before Habayashiwei could react.

Qi Mao gritted his teeth, breathed out forcefully, his sword intent turned sharply, and he swung his sword towards Zhaoyue Sword.

Xie Chenyan fell from the eaves again, and swept away like a meteor. The whisk smashed on Tian Luoyin in Yu Shengyuan's hand, which only shook the whip, but failed to stop its tendency to roll back.

Xixuan was entangled by Yu Shengyuan's adoptive son, and he couldn't escape in time.

With Zhaoyue in his hand, Yu Shengyuan let out a long whistle, and the sword intent surged along the blade, Xie Chenyan, who was closest to him, was shaken out by his sword, and the long whip followed him like a shadow, whizzing towards him.

Shen Menghan stepped forward subconsciously, raised his fingers under his wide sleeves slightly, as if he wanted to put his young boy into his arms.

But it's all delusion.

He couldn't really reach out, and Xie Chenyan didn't need his help.

The boy's waist folded inconceivably in the air, and he borrowed some strength from the whip with his fly whisk in the air. Following the whip's momentum, with a clear whistle, he swung a sword that split the wind and clouds at Yu Shengyuan.

Yu Shengyuan sneered, and with a sweep of his long whip, Qi Mao and Xi Xuan were forced to retreat, leaving a trace of ashes on the wall of the Tanse Palace.

Xie Chenyan couldn't get any closer, Yu Shengyuan hung his long whip on the roof of the tall and wide palace protruding out of the palace city, like a man hanging on his nerves, he threw his sword at Shen Menghan!

The silver-blue long sword glowed with a gentle starlight, which was reflected in Shen Menghan's eyes, vast and vast, and the sea of ​​stars was boundless.

Shen Menghan didn't advance or retreat, didn't dodge or dodge, his sharp chin was raised slightly, and his supposedly gorgeous peach eyes were clear and cold, quietly watching the approach of this sword.

Yu Shengyuan suddenly felt a chill.

Ignoring Shen Menghan any more, he raised his eyes and saw an arrow coming from the east, from the highest place in the palace city - the Wang Hall of Chang'an Palace, and shot towards him with the force of thunder.

Facing the almost parallel sunlight, Yu Shengyuan couldn't help squinting his eyes.

Then he sneered and stepped back.

In front of Chang'an Palace is a long high platform corridor with a grand square.

It was still too far away, and the arrow had exhausted itself when it reached Yu Shengyuan's body.

Miao Zhiguang regretted that the bows and arrows of the Nanyan people were too practical for ritual use, and the carving of golden hazel flowers was only for fun.

If it was their Beizhao or the grassland's bow and arrow, how could he miss it.

Standing beside him, Shen Zhuo snorted coldly and said, "Beizhao people's arrow skills are nothing more than that."

Miao Zhiguang retorted: "Nan Yan's bow and arrow are only mediocre."

After today, life and death are unpredictable, and Miao Zhiguang no longer pretends to be courteous.

The untrained wild horse on the Juyan Grass Sea only recognizes one person as master in this life.

He has never seen such a father, he is not worthy to be Shen Menghan's father.

If he didn't succeed in one blow, Yu Shengyuan would not do it again, he stepped on the palace wall with his toes, and when he retracted the long whip, his whole body was as fast as lightning, and the long whip slammed in Mingdao.

Since he shot at Shen Menghan, Xie Chenyan rushed over, his thoughts fluttered, his feet became unstable, Shen Menghan stretched out his hand to help him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Don't worry."

As the night passed, his voice was already hoarse, but to Xie Chenyan, if that voice had any substance, it passed through his heart quietly like running water.

The dark palace walls, the early sun like fire, the maple leaves like blood, the ginkgo all over the ground are golden yellow, and in the thick and colorful autumn, he seems to be a drop of ink, a ray of moonlight, lightly smoothing the overly gorgeous tones, caressing the golden Gong Yu.

His cold hands clasped lightly on his shoulders and slid down his arms.

Xie Chenyan felt that his breathing would stop.

He could hear thousands of troops and horses rushing towards the Yunhua Gate outside, and he could hear the sharp whip shadow and wind behind him.

Shen Menghan hid her worried but peaceful and resolute eyes.

Xie Chenyan suddenly understood his gaze.

Shen Menghan wanted to reach out and take the sword in his hand.

He wanted to hold his sword for the last time.

His eyes were serene, but concealed a determination to move forward.

He seems to use his body as a sacrifice to keep a peaceful world.

Everything is gone in a flash.

The sky and the earth are clear and the sea is calm.

In Xie Chen's world, there is only breathing.

Blank.

Dark blood dripped from the whisk, drop by drop, condensing into silk threads.

Xie Chenyan flew up from mid-air and fell into a deep chest. It took him a while to feel the pain spreading from his limbs.

Xixuan didn't even dare to touch the boy in his arms, he was hot all over, and could feel the throbbing of the blood under his skin.

Shen Menghan stepped forward and reached out to touch the already restless boy.

The cold palm covered the hot palm, the ice and snow met the flames, Shen Menghan shrank from the heat, but Xie Chenyan held his backhand firmly in his hand.

Shen Menghan raised his eyes to look at him, but could only see the boy's tightly closed eyes.

In Chang'an Palace, Shen Zhuo collapsed, and the emperor, who was in his prime, quickly withered away, like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, like trees being drained of water.

Shen Menghan looked down at Xie Chenyan, but resolutely broke off Xie Chenyan's fingers, the young man was very strong, holding the ice and snow in his hands like he was holding his life tightly.

Xi Xuan lightly squeezed his wrist, and Xie Chenyan let go of it helplessly.

Shen Menghan said softly: "Send him back to Qulou first."

Taking Habayashi Wei with him, he turned and ran in the direction of Chang'an Palace.

Xiaohua retracted the blood-circulating Gu worriedly: "The Gu poison has been soaked for three years, and penetrated into the body very deeply, life is not hindered temporarily, but the body is hard to recover."

She said fearfully: "The Gu poison has actually been fed, only the last step is left, brother Shen, luckily you came in time."

Inside the curtain, the emperor quietly opened his eyes.

He could feel that he had been entangled silently by countless strands, and then the entanglement was broken inch by inch, and the root of it dissipated, and then his body was also empty.

Shen Menghan signaled Miao Zhiguang to take Xiaohua back, and stood aside by himself, the father and son looked at each other through the thin gauze curtain.

Shen Menghan neither bowed nor knelt, and said indifferently: "The forbidden army is surrounded outside the imperial city. Although the Habayashi guards have not moved, as long as you give an order, you can easily control the black-clothed habayashi. Now I am here, and I want to kill everyone." It's up to you to deal with it."

Although he tried his best to stand up, he seemed to be extremely thin from a distance, but from such a close distance, he could naturally see that his face was like gold paper and his voice was unstable.

The wound on the forehead has been treated briefly, and it is extremely shocking when it falls on such a magnificent, delicate and beautiful face.

He looks very much like the person who was the most beautiful person in the south of the Yangtze River 20 years ago.

No matter how indifferent he was to this son, he knew that he was still seriously ill, and he probably just woke up for a while, so compared to him now, he might not be much better.

He snorted coldly, and when he opened his mouth with turbulent emotions, he said, "Go back and wait."

It doesn't matter if you care, just be gentle, comfort each other with soft words, and treat each other with courtesy.He has been an emperor for more than [-] years, and he has never slackened in etiquette and rules. How could he not understand, how could he not know, but now facing Shen Menghan, he doesn't need all of them.

Ever since he gave him the moonlight of the old years, he should have known that the day when their father and son would never talk and laugh at Yan Yan and share family relationships.

In his heart, the man who was in chaos and plundered cities and lands, turned around resolutely with sorrow and resentment, but he would never cast a glance at him again.

She fought all her life, but she never got anything from him.

Even the only child must continue to endure his mistreatment and indebtedness.

Under the Nine Springs, I'm afraid I can't rest in peace.

Shen Menghan held his breath, and politely saluted Shen Zhuo before exiting.

As soon as they left the dormitory, they saw Miao Zhiguang and Xiao Hua squatting sneakily under the window, Cheng Feng with a sword horizontally in front of his case, and all the palace officials in Chang'an kneeling together, the timid ones had already begun to cry softly.

In the lead was a young female official who lowered her sleeves and lowered her eyes solemnly, and also knelt upright.

A glance at the past, do not have a show.

Shen Menghan pointed casually: "You, go in and serve His Majesty."

The female officer bowed her head and saluted Shen Menghan, then got up and walked towards the inner hall.

No matter how hard it was for Shen Menghan to hold on, he supported Miao Zhiguang and slowly slid down, under the pressure of the undercurrent and black clouds, his consciousness was finally obliterated.

In the autumn of Zhengyun's 24th year, he only woke up for one day and one night.