Sparrow dream dance

It was clearly still daytime, but the military tent was dark and unspeakable, as if the night had shrouded the place early.

A crumpled book in blood was spread on the large ebony case.

'Tap, tap, tap. "

After the case, Emperor Yan Jing frowned, leaned on the tiger-skin broad chair, and tapped the handle of the chair with his fingers. He stared at the hideous corpse lying on the ground, which was the only one. corpse.

This blood book was found from this person.

According to the guards guarding the barracks, this assassin was the one who hijacked the crown prince this morning. In the end, it was His Royal Highness King Xiang who rescued the crown prince and repelled the assassin's other accomplices.

Under the dim light, all the counters and utensils in the tent glowed with a layer of cold light, faintly revealing a dark blue, just like his ashen complexion.

"Your Majesty, Leng Xiang is outside asking for an interview." The attendant who sent the message reported extremely respectfully.

Emperor Yan Jing's eyebrows twitched unconsciously, and he gloomyly glanced at the blood book on the desk, his eyes condensed.

It reads: Success or failure depends on one action. I would like to make a promise for my lord to drive away, first eliminate the king of Yong, then assassinate the faint king, and coerce the prince to make the princes. With the position of lord, the regency is just around the corner.The world is full of monsters and cunning, if you are really successful, please restore the rule of the world that should have existed.

The word 'faint gentleman' completely stung Emperor Yan Jing's eyes.

There is no reason for this, who dares to peek at my world?

. . .It seems that no one can be trusted.

Emperor Yan Jing picked up the blood book, put it in front of the fire, and lit it slowly. The candle was ringing, making his stern face flickering, and he said without a trace of emotion,

"Just say I'm tired, no see."

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The robbery of the crown prince and the assassination of King Xiang made the people no longer want to hunt, so Emperor Yan Jing hastily ordered them to return to the palace.

Because of internal injuries and meritorious service in saving the East Palace, Murong Yan was granted by Emperor Jing to delay her return to the fiefdom, and she stayed in Yanjing to recover from her injuries.

King Xiang was injured, but he refused to allow the doctors in the palace to treat him, and ordered that no one should approach him at will, except for the unidentified Su girl, and even the daily meals were mostly in the bedroom. Bedridden.

Not long after, rumors began to spread faintly in the capital that King Xiang was seriously injured and feared that his time would not be long.

Half a month has passed in a blink of an eye, the summer wind blows outside the window, the sound of cicadas is clear and cool.

In the middle of the night that night, when the two guards patrolling the Prince Xiang's mansion passed by the dark bedroom of King Xiang, they couldn't help chewing their ears. One of the slightly fatter ones asked softly to the other, "You say our prince ... Are you still here? Not to mention that outsiders don't know the prince's life and death, even we haven't seen the prince's face for several days, right?"

The other person pulled the fat guard aside, lowered his voice, and said, "To tell you the truth, I think the prince is not just injured this time, but seems to have been enchanted..."

"How do you say that?" The fat guard suddenly became interested.

The other person raised his eyebrows and said, "Think about it, our prince has galloped on the battlefield for many years, and thousands of troops have killed him. This time, it's just a few small thieves, how could he hurt him so badly?" ? According to my opinion...it must be that the unknown woman brought back by the prince cast some magic spell on the prince, so that the prince let him..."

Before the words were finished, the door of the dormitory was pulled open, and the two guards raised their eyes and fell to their knees in fright, pleading,

"My lord... My lord, please forgive me."

"Get out." Murong Yan ordered coldly, "If this king catches you talking nonsense again, I will cut off all your tongues and drink."

"No...no."

The two men bowed their heads in shock, and hurried away.

Murong Yan glanced at the hooked moon, sighed lightly, and then closed the door tightly again.

As soon as she turned around, she met Su Li's shining beautiful eyes.

"You, are you still asleep?"

"Some people have already called me a witch, do you think I should be woken up?" Su Li bit her lower lip, stared at Murongyan, and said, half angry.

Murongyan smiled slightly, and before Su Li could cry out, she hugged her, so scared that she hugged her neck tightly.

"They're not all wrong."

Murong Yan hugged the delicate body in her arms, and walked towards the bed step by step.

"Perhaps...you really know some magic tricks..." She gently put her down, leaned on her body, stared at her shy face that was so bright and beautiful, and murmured in a daze, " Otherwise, how would you..."

She paused, but finally hesitated to speak.

"How...how?"

Under such scorching gazes, Su Li's eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, and she unconsciously tightened the arms around her neck, feeling her body heat up and her cheeks scorching hot.

Murongyan's thin lips parted a few times, with a hint of affection that Su Li couldn't understand on her face, she sighed thoughtfully,

"God treats me well."

She slowly raised her hand, as if stroking a very fragile jade, sliding over her skin inch by inch.

Su Li's whole body froze, before she could react, the next moment, Murongyan's fiery kiss invaded her.She shuddered slightly, closed her eyes and murmured, the nasal whimper sounded so delicate that even she was startled when she heard it.

This made Murongyan's kiss more in-depth and passionate. She pressed Su Li's hands hard, as if she wanted to crush her bones.

There was a sweetness that only belonged to the grassland between her lips and teeth. At this moment, Murongyan felt that she had finally found the treasure she had been looking for.Her skin is like snow, like snow that is about to melt, but her appearance shines even brighter in the dark, so beautiful, so beautiful that she is almost insane.

The lust in Murongyan's eyes was as obvious as a raging fire, causing her to sink completely, as if it was an instinct, and soon Su Li also began to respond to her enthusiastically, her mind was blank, and she only knew how to communicate with her clumsily with her lips and tongue. Entangled, endlessly.

As for the others, it doesn't seem to matter anymore.

This long kiss was lingering to the extreme, when the two of them parted their lips suffocatingly, they seemed to have an illusion for a moment, not knowing who they were.

Su Li completely froze her hands and feet, staring at her who was panting heavily on her body.

"Do you love me?" Murongyan's usually cold voice was tinged with passion/desire.

Su Li was stunned for a moment and remained silent, but tears rolled into her eyes by herself, as if someone had asked her so affectionately a long time ago.

Suddenly, hesitation, joy, confusion, entanglement. . .Everything hit her heart, she just shed tears, but she didn't know how to answer her.

Looking at Su Li's eyes full of tears, Murong Yan's heart sank suddenly, as if falling into an endless black abyss in an instant.

She doesn't love herself.

Murong Yan propped up her body and looked at Su Li with sour eyes.She didn't understand, since God arranged for her to meet her again, why didn't they agree to have more love for each other?

"I'm sorry, just pretend I didn't say it."

The scorching heat in Murongyan's eyes gradually dimmed, her expression was gloomy, and her lips were bitter.

Su Li endured the pain in her chest and looked at her, thousands of words stuck in her throat, but she couldn't say a word.

She didn't understand why she couldn't say a word of love to her.

He was obviously moved by her, and even willing to let go of his hatred for her and stay by her side. Isn't this love?

But why couldn't he tell her in person?

What is causing trouble between himself and her, preventing her from being honest with her?

The temperature with the faint fragrance of pear blossoms gradually cooled down. She reached out to wipe away the tears on her face, stared at her and sighed, "Don't cry, I don't mean to force you... Don't think too much, just rest first , I'm going out for a walk."

Looking at the back of Murongyan leaving weakly, Su Li slowly curled up her body, stretched out her arms and hugged her pillow tightly, buried her face in it tremblingly, and wiped away the remaining tears All sprinkled on top.

She understood the look in her eyes before she left, and she also understood what she was rejecting tonight. They may have a skin-to-skin date in the future, but she is afraid that she will never ask herself so sincerely whether she loves her again .

Walking in her palace, Murong Yan only felt her eyes sour, but there were no tears.

Yes, she is no longer sixteen or seventeen years old now, so she will no longer shed tears for the loss of love.

She has more important things to do.

She walked slowly to the pigeon cage, opened it, and took out a gray-black flying pigeon. She stroked its wings a few times, took out a roll of paper from her bosom, and stuffed it into the letter box at its feet. .She touched the top of its head again, opened her lips and murmured softly, "Go, the wind and sand in Monan is strong, don't get lost."

Afterwards, she lifted it up high and raised her hand vigorously. The pigeon immediately jumped up, circled the sky once, and spread its wings to fly to the southwest.

The night before dawn, like ink stains, pitch black, not even the stars are completely hidden.

She jumped to the top of the hall and sat alone on the roof tiles. The entire palace was silent inside and outside, but Murongyan slowly closed her tired eyes, waiting quietly, waiting for the first ray of gold in the morning to fade away. brilliance.

She thought that as long as she could survive this long night, she would surely be able to wait for the light that she hoped for in her heart.

However, when the first ray of blue and white appeared in the sky, and the light was completely dyed, the whole Yanjing prostrated under his feet, looking magnificent from afar.

In my impression, this was the first time I saw such a magnificent Dongfang Rixiao, but the expression on Murongyan's face gradually sank with the rising splendor.

This dazzling light burned her heart like a sharp arrow, and she realized that even if she could really usher in the so-called light, if she was alone, what was the meaning of the beautiful scenery in front of her?

When the golden sun filled every corner of the palace, she jumped from the roof of the palace.

It turns out that it is the same whether it is day or night, when you are alone, you still feel lonely.

But it is precisely because of this loneliness that people can become almost cruelly strong.

In this solitude of solid walls and clear fields, she decided to gamble again, just so that one day, there would be someone by her side who would accompany her in an open and honest manner.

After another half month, two news came out from the court, both of which were happy events.

First, in order to form an alliance between the two countries, King Loulan wanted to present his daughter Mayatong to make peace with Emperor Yan.

Second, Zhaoyi Huo's family is pregnant with a dragon species.

Inside the Pear Hall, Murong Yan was holding a teacup in her hand, quietly listening to the people below reporting to her, she just waved her hands calmly, "Understood, let's go down."

She sat quietly for a long time, then slowly put down the teacup, silently walked to the window, and pushed the pane open.

It is midsummer outside the window, with a smooth breeze, flowing clouds, and ripples in the pond, which seem to be broken up by time, with gentle breaking waves.

But Murong Yan pointed out that it was as cold as ice, she remained motionless and stood with her hands behind her back.

The scorching sun hit the human clothes, but Murong Yan felt that her body was suddenly covered with dust.

She clenched her cold fists, her knuckles were distinct and pale, just like her pale and vicissitudes of life.

I only hope that all of this can end quickly, quickly, and quickly. . .