[Ancient Sword] Chu Gong Qionghua

Tai Fu. Empress Wu smiled, "But his identity is not that simple. If you want to sit on the throne in peace, he has to die." "

"Only death."

Empress Wu said it again, she bit these three words, this was her sole purpose of ordering Li Xian to come back.When the edict was issued, Li Zhi hadn't died yet, and no one knew when he would die.

On the second day after Li Xian went to Luoyang, Ouyang also received an order. During this time, he was focused on the epidemic and didn't think much about it. After all, he had been away from Beijing for three months. It's useless to guess too much.

When Ouyang arrived in Chang'an the next day, not long after the funeral, the coffin returned to Chang'an. The emperor passed away.

No one cares about Ouyang Mingri, and he doesn't look for anyone. As a courtier, he doesn't participate in the funeral at all, and lives quietly in his mansion, day by day.

until six days later.

There is a great funeral in the world, and thousands of miles are plain.Ouyang put on the white clothes again tomorrow, and when the crown prince arrived at night, everyone along the way also wore sackcloth and filial piety, quietly guarding the gate of the mansion, Li Xian only brought one person in.

Ouyang was still looking through the records of the epidemic tomorrow, only one lamp was lit in the room, Yi Shui left early, Li Xian knocked on the door and came in, and he was alone.

"Mr. Taifu." Li Xian called out.

Ouyang put down his things tomorrow and looked at him: "It's so late, what's the matter, Your Highness?"

Li Xian immediately looked away, looked at the ground speechless, and his clenched hands were shaking violently.

Ouyang Mingri sighed, quite helplessly.

After a while, Li Xian called the outsider in with a trembling voice. The person lowered his head, holding a red lacquered plate in his hand, and inside the plate was a silver cup filled with wine.

Ouyang Mingri was silent for a while, and said, "Your Highness, you know that even if you do nothing, the Queen of Heaven cannot stop you from ascending the throne."

"Yes, I understand." Li Xian glanced at him very quickly, and said in a muffled voice, "But no matter which seat I sit in, I just want to be at peace."

Ouyang Mingri smiled lightly, his body was cool but gentle and warm.He motioned for the person holding the wine to come to him, and the person saw that the prince raised his hand correctly, then lowered his head and moved over.

"I don't need you to say goodbye to me, but there is one sentence that I hope His Highness will remember." Ouyang Mingri picked up the silver cup.

The silver cup is engraved with patterns introduced from the barbarians, simple and beautiful, and it shines with brilliance on Ouyang Mingri's fingers, like the bright moonlight.

Holding the cup with both hands, he brought the glass of wine to his lips, sniffing the sweet smell of wine and said: "Sitting on the throne does not necessarily win the world. Your Highness must always remember that you are the emperor of the Great Tang."

There is an inexplicable amorous feeling in Ouyang Mingri's eyes. I don't know if it is sadness, relief, peace, or something else. At this moment, his eyes that have taken the water of the Milky Way may turn love at first sight into love at first sight. reality.

He raised his head slightly, drank the wine in the glass, and gently put the glass back on the plate.

That night Li Xian didn't go back to the palace, he didn't even walk the road, he sat on the steps outside the door looking at the moon, and then wept so much that he couldn't breathe, no one cared about him.

In December of the first year of Hongdao, Prince Li Xian ascended the throne in front of the coffin.

The prince and Taifu were buried generously with the ceremony of the emperor's teacher, and no one advised him that he was the son of a criminal minister.

No.40 once

The forest is so dense that it is breathless, the thick dark green is embedded with golden sunlight, and the occasional birdsong is crisp and clear, beautiful and peaceful.

The blue waves among the steep slopes are like water, but it is not a pleasant place.The ancient trees are towering, weeds are overgrown, poisonous insects are rampant, and the hot and humid air makes the clothes stick tightly to the body, making it stuffy from the inside out.

With a precarious crown, white clothes and blue trains, there is a Lichen fairy walking in the forest, and the purple ribbon and green pendant are gently swaying.He walked with his hands behind his back, not fast, but his purpose was very clear. Not long after, he arrived at a mountain spring, washed his face, and took out a bamboo tube to fetch water.

It has been more than [-] years since Qionghua's work was completed. Murong Ziying was only thirty and three when she became an Earth Immortal. unbelievable.

Regardless of whether he is adhering to his own principles or not, he has indeed stood on the ground of the heavenly world. Whether he wants to or not, he will eventually be the beneficiary of Qionghua's incident.

The water in the bamboo tube was already overflowing, Murong Ziying didn't seem to notice, she still stared at the clear spring in a daze, her dark hair was slightly submerged in the water, cold water splashed on the blue stone, wet her sleeves, and the coolness hit her face.

Someone was watching him from behind the tree. Murong Ziying put away the water-filled bamboo tube, stood up and looked at the big tree opposite the two people hugging each other. He didn't do anything. After watching for a long time, the man leaned out by himself, and hesitantly turned to him. He beckoned.

A seven or eight-year-old girl was born with a lovely appearance, and she wore a red dress of a foreign race, which was as fierce as fire. What was even more unique was that she wore a string of amethyst forehead ornaments, and the lavender halo reflected between her eyebrows was very beautiful.

The child looked like a local, Murong Ziying didn't know what to say, he thought for a long time before saying: "You are a descendant of Nuwa."

"My name is Zixuan." The girl nodded and smiled sweetly, "Then are you a fairy?"

Murong Ziying also nodded and said: "It is."

Zixuan asked again: "What's your name?"

Murong Ziying said: "Ziyin."

Perhaps because there is a word "Zi", the girl laughed happily again, only her soft laughter was heard in the quiet forest, she gave a foreign salute to Murong Ziying, and left.

Murong Ziying came to Nanzhao for the first time. He didn't have any purpose here, or he was looking for a way to achieve his purpose.There is only one thing he must do in the future, and that is to rebuild Qionghua, but Qionghua was punished by heaven, and everyone in the cultivation world knows about her sins, so how to make up for it.

Falling from the top of the cloud, those trust and honors have long since disappeared, and they will only attract criticism.

The footsteps in the forest were slightly chaotic, Murong Ziying glanced back and didn't care much.

Outside the capital city of Nanzhao, there is a beautiful lake with flowing water, which is inlaid in the mountains like emerald emeralds, dripping emerald green waves everywhere.Murong Ziying stood by the lake with her hands behind her back, as if waiting for someone.

There were many children playing by the lake, no one cared about it, they kept making noises, coming and going, peeking at the outsider.Until the ear suddenly quieted down.

A few locals surrounded a woman with a high bun, and came from behind. The woman was covered with a tulle, her body was cold and arrogant, her eyes were fixed on Murong Ziying, as cold as a snake.

The woman stepped forward and asked, "You are a cultivator from the Central Plains, what are you doing here?"

This question couldn't be answered, so Murong Ziying could only shake her head: "I don't intend to do anything." Seeing the woman's colder eyes, she asked strangely, "Nanzhao has a lot of contacts with Zhongyuan, why are you so xenophobic?"

"Why?" The woman walked slowly in front of Murong Ziying, and said calmly, "Is this difficult to understand? He also asked this question five years ago."

She suddenly stopped talking, looked at Murong Ziying, seemed to be thinking too much for a moment, and turned her back: "You have seen Zixuan."

"Ah."

"I am the holy aunt of Nuwa Temple."

"Oh." Murong Ziying cupped her hands, "I'm sorry."

The holy aunt sent all those local people back. They said that Murong Ziying couldn't understand, and the language was not the same.

Seeing them greet the child to leave, the holy lady said: "Can the real person do me a favor?"

On the mountain opposite the lake, there is an old Nuwa Temple hidden in the barrier.The courtyard is a moor of clear water, with water lilies in full bloom and bamboo bridges across it.

There was no wind in the enchantment, Zixuan was sitting on the bamboo bridge, when she saw the aunt coming back, she immediately jumped down and ran inside, but she was nowhere to be seen.

The statue of Nuwa is enshrined in the front, and there is a very deep courtyard in the back. The rooms are almost empty and there is no popularity.The holy lady walked all the way to the innermost part. There is a downward staircase in this room, and the bottom should be a basement.

There were very few things in the room, Murong Ziying saw a sword hanging on the wall, and couldn't move her eyes any longer.

"It's his sword." The aunt said.

"What did he do?" Murong Ziying already knew who that person was, because the name of the sword was Yi Shui.

The aunt did not answer this question, but said: "There was a sword spirit in that sword, and it dissipated five years ago."

The sapphire sheath sword is still beautiful, but it has lost its aura, and the glazing jade sword has no luster.Anyone who learns that their friend has passed away will feel uncomfortable, and Murong Ziying feels more and more depressed.

"Then he..." Murong Ziying took a deep breath, "What happened to him in the end?"

"Let's go." After finishing speaking, the holy lady went down the stairs.

The entire Nuwa Temple is empty below, it is a bone-chilling ice room, filled with white cold fog, nothing can be seen clearly, only the echo of footsteps.

The holy lady walked in and said coldly: "He is a doctor, his legs are disabled and he can't walk, but he has a god-given face. He has healed many people not long after he came. He looks weak and elegant, and no one guards against him. .But he's only here to get one thing back."

Murong Ziying said: "It's Qin."

"The remnant Qin of Fenglai has been guarded by Nuwa's descendants for more than 700 years." The voice of the holy aunt suddenly had a hint of hatred, "The prince's Changqin is bloodthirsty, so it shouldn't be given to him."

"He's not..." Murong Ziying retorted subconsciously, not defending it personally, the prince Changqin he knew was indeed not like this.

The holy lady sneered, and quickened her pace. In the misty cold mist, Murong Ziying vaguely saw red.There is an ice coffin in this ice room, Zixuan is lying on the ice coffin, looking at the people inside.

The woman in the ice coffin was similar to Zixuan, her body was as white as frost, lying in the ice, but she seemed to be very hot, her face was flushed, and her fragrance was bright and bright.

Zixuan raised her head and said, "She is my mother."

The holy lady nodded and said to Murong Ziying: "