[Yunhuan BG Mirror Series Fans] Imperial Capital

woman in her arms.

"Huh?" Xiao quietly leaned against Yun Huan's chest, and Yun Huan's warm fingers lingered in her hair, caressing her hair gently.She felt his body temperature, inexplicably felt sleepy.This is probably the so-called sense of security.As if as long as she was by his side, no matter how rough the road ahead was, to her, it would be flat.

"After returning to the imperial capital, if I am demoted or ordered to take a long rest, then I will have time again. Would you like to follow me to the deserted mountain?" Yun Huan asked softly.

"The mountain of emptiness?" Xiao murmured and repeated.

"Well, it's the place where I learned art from a teacher when I was young." Yun Huan said briefly.

Xiao was startled, and his body trembled slightly.Yun Huan also felt the change in the girl in his arms.Xiao raised her arms and looked at Yun Huan.She never thought that one day the master could mention his past to herself.Surprised, more joy.

"No matter where the major general goes, Xiao is willing to be with you." After a pause, Xiao still expressed his doubts for many years: "The major general's extraordinary swordsmanship has really been taught by an expert."

As soon as these words came out, Xiao lowered his head. "Major General, I'm sorry..."

Yun Huan smiled, raised his hand to caress Xiao's cheek, and rested his fingertips on her chin. "Since I can invite you to go with me, and you will see Master soon, why would I mind telling you more?"

When Xiao raised her eyes again, she smiled purely at Yun Huan, her beautiful face blurred like mist.How lucky that the major general trusted her.

"In the past years, except for my sister, Master treated me the best, just like a father." Yun Huan hugged Xiao gently again, "After so many years, maybe his old man has almost forgotten what I look like Alright."

"I think... the major general's master will never forget what you look like. However, you will be surprised that you look so vigorous." Xiao lay sideways in Yun Huan's arms and smiled softly, "It's like the sky in the sky. Among them, the Sarang eagle soaring in the wind. Surely, it will make him proud."

Twenty years ago, she lay on the desolate and dry desert, watching in despair as the black shadow spread its wings across the sky.

Twenty years later, she was glad that she was blessed by the heavens, and that she could watch the fireflies in his arms and feel his gentle eyes.

The years are quiet and good, which is probably the case.

Full moon

The snow-white curtain fluttered in the hall, rising and falling, entangled the woman kneeling in the center of the hall in the dark night.The translucent veil swept across her delicate face and along the hairline.In a trance, there is a messy beauty.

She opened her mouth slightly, but couldn't speak out with difficulty in her throat.Looking at the looming figure hidden behind the screen, a trace of panic, a trace of surprise, and a trace of anxiety flashed across her face...

She knelt at the bottom of the steps, her beautiful brows were a little bright red, like a lively mole.The redness flowed down in an instant, meandering on the high nasal bone, and then dripping from the pointed chin to the snow-white skirt on the chest - it was the blood dripping from the center of the brow, poignant and enchanting.

Under the cold moon, the mist shrouded the ten thousand-foot White Pagoda.At the top of the White Tower, behind a thousand curtains, a saint in a white dress prostrates herself on the ground.The hall was extremely dark, without a single light.The only light came from the dots like broken diamonds on the ground—the water mirror transformed into practice was knocked down and fell into several petals.

And she seems to be used to it all.On the night of the full moon, in the temple where no one has entered or exited for many years, the mysterious person would always let out a sigh first, and then some strange unwritten monosyllables.And tonight is different from every full moon night.

Kukai formed an alliance, lost his voice overnight, and the water mirror shattered... Could it be that all these were just coincidences?What's even more unfortunate is that not long ago, she learned that Yun Huan's car Lovebird had crashed.Her brother's life or death was uncertain, and her mind was in chaos.All those thoughts and body temperature seemed to flow away from between the brows little by little.

And the person behind the curtain can no longer preach to her and give her advice as usual.

After another period of silence, the mysterious person behind the curtain still didn't speak. It seemed that the pressure was getting heavier in the silence, and her thin and frail body trembled slightly.At the same time, the heavy curtains began to flutter slightly, and then fluttered.

"Hehehe..." Suddenly, there was a strange laughter from inside.Slightly different from the monosyllabic low-pitched laughter in the past, Yun Zhu couldn't tell what the meaning behind this laughter was.

The fear in my heart was beyond words, and the saint still knelt on the ground, not daring to back down.In the darkness, she suddenly felt a severe tingling pain on her wrist, as if an invisible sharp knife in the air cut through her wrist veins - it was a sharper and more secret pain than piercing the center of her eyebrows.Immediately afterwards, the blood swept up like a rainbow, scattered and drifted in all directions, dripping into the broken silver mirror, magnificent and ghostly.

The moment the black shadow flashed past swiftly, there was a gust of wind.Yunzhu's clothes fluttered with the strong wind, and she subconsciously raised her arms to block her forehead.Then, a sudden force imprisoned her blood-stained wrist to the ground.

Yunzhu's eyes instantly revealed shock, panic, and puzzlement... Those complicated emotions changed in her enigmatic eyes, and finally returned to silence.The blood between the eyebrows has dried up, a little dark red, like cinnabar embedded between the eyebrows.

The man tore off a piece of translucent white gauze and covered Yunzhu's face—however, it only covered half of it.He lay on her body, looking at her terrified gaze, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

Yun Zhu's body trembled slightly under his oppressive gaze. He was clearly watching him, but his gaze could not be concentrated, it was empty and far away.As if through oneself, looking at another person.After all, who is it?

The man in black looked at the woman below him for a while, as if he suddenly realized something, or as if he had confirmed something, angrily tore off the white gauze that he had just covered, and kissed the woman's lips hard with his fu superior.

Without excessive struggle, Yun Zhu let that person do whatever he wanted.The saint, the one who sacrificed her heart, has no love anymore, can no longer love.However, she originally thought that her whole life would be spent in apathy and indifference day after day and year after year.So ordinary, yet so extraordinary.

She came from a poor and humble background, and she gave up on herself for the glory of her family and all the beings under the protection of Cangliu.She guarded the Yun family, and also guarded thousands of people.The Wuzhen family also became the most popular family in the imperial capital.

These years, she walked on thin ice, carefully dealing with the moody weirdo behind the Nine Layers Gate and the open and secret battles between the powerful forces from various clans.Everyone knows that Wu Zhen Yunzhu is deeply loved by the wise man, no matter how dissatisfied he is in his heart, he will show respect on the surface.

However, only she knows what those so-called "favorites" were bought in exchange for.However, today, she seems to be soberly aware that there is something hidden behind the so-called "favorite".Those complex emotions that she can't explain clearly, and behind those complex emotions, there are deeper secrets—perhaps, that unknown secret is related to the success or failure of Cangliu.

Yun Zhu thought coldly, his body was already covered with traces of that person's crimes.She showed a cool smile in the dark night, and slowly closed her eyes.Ignoring the pain of the lens cutting into the wound on her wrist, she just frowned slightly.

That light is gone...

Through the overlapping curtains, the black shadow rose and fell violently, as if it had exhausted all its strength.The *tearing* tearing* pain in her lower body forced Yun Zhu to open her eyes, and at that moment, she met his gaze.

Those are... these eyes...

Yun Zhu stared at her eyes like torches, ignoring the deep waves of pain in her head and body, she just wanted to see clearly and be sure of something.The hand on the back of her neck slowly tightened, and she was forced to *ting*shen* face him.

Drops of blood splashed down, and the bright red plum blossoms bloomed.The slender arms hang down on the moon-like marble floor.

"Farewell, my girl." As if he hadn't spoken for a long time, the man who could only utter a single syllable all the year round said a complete farewell with a hoarse voice.

On the astrologer, the night is as cool as water.The snow-white skirt brushed gently, and the man hugged the pale and slender woman in his arms, and printed a light wen on her forehead.

He took her long and slender wrist and stroked the crystal ball.Slightly stimulated the power of thought——Deep in the nightmare forest, a young imperial soldier was lying on his side not far from the fire, and a mermaid woman beside him silently added firewood and watched over the fire.She hummed a moving song softly, and the brows of the young man also slightly relaxed a lot.

Scene switch.In another place, in the water pavilion in the courtyard, a girl of sixteen or seventeen was snuggling up beside the man in white.The chic tassels are shaking in the hands, and the eyes never leave.Facing the night wind, a sweet smile bloomed.

"This is probably your last concern. Now, let me watch it for you for the last time. Will you... leave in peace?"

Here, it is so strange - this is the first time he has set foot here.Here, it is so familiar again - he has looked at her back when she was astrological here many times, and when she stretched out her arms, she looked like a dancing white crane.He once loved, for so long, so extremely, that woman who was evenly matched and competing for glory with him.

He thought that after that woman passed away, he would never love again for the rest of his life.However, until I met her.If that woman is the moon that can compete with the sun, then the woman in front of her is the bright starlight in the sky.