Sparrow dream dance

The poisonous wine entered the throat, and the whole body was cold.

In a trance, the boundless darkness kept pulling her, leading her to fall into a lingering dream.

In the dream, the pear blossoms in Yanjing bloomed again, with white petals flying all over the sky, and a little yellow bird stood on the branch and chirped.

She saw familiar faces one after another. They stood under the pear tree and smiled softly at her, calling her name softly:

"Yan'er."

"fool."

"wood."

She stared intently, afraid that if she blinked, they would disappear.

Those who love her and those she loves are all here.

Is this a relief?

If so, she would rather never wake up again.

Walking forward slowly, she finally reached out her hand very carefully, wanting to touch these most precious beauties. . .

"Seventh brother."

Suddenly a deep voice came from behind her, she turned her head suddenly, and a sharp blade pierced her body, strands of dark flames surged in the depths of his eyes, as if they wanted to devour everything related to her.

"Fourth brother...why..."

He stared at her, exerting force on his hands, eyes like a bloodthirsty beast, and said word by word,

"Seventh brother, don't blame me. Your surname is Murong, you should understand that there is only one person left between me and you."

Do not!

Do not!

Do not!

All along, she didn't want much, half her life was ups and downs, but she just wanted to find a warm place.

But why can't such a small wish come true? !

She desperately wants to raise her hand, wanting to hold on to the beauty that has been destroyed.

But he couldn't exert any more strength on his body.

Except for waves of heart-piercing pain and suffocating oppression constantly attacking her atrium, all that remained was the deepening darkness in front of her eyes.

Gradually, she finally became unconscious. . .

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In the third year of Shunzhen, Lidong.

That night, Yanjing Emperor Murong Xuan hosted a banquet in Weiyang Palace.

At some point, the entire sky of Yanjing was gradually covered with a thin layer of white mist, and an indescribable emptiness quietly descended.

But the palace was brightly lit, and the whole palace was celebrating.

Rows of black-armored guards with swords were patrolling inside and outside the palace walls, but many people's thoughts had already drifted to the bustling Weiyang Hall.

The night was as dark as ink marks that could not be melted away. A guard walking at the end of the line was suddenly tapped on the shoulder. Before he could make a sound, his mouth and nose were covered with force, and he was led to dodge aside. dark corners.

He was tightly strangled by the throat, and the strong suffocation made it difficult for the guard to breathe, but no matter how hard he struggled, it was useless.

"Shh, shh."

The person behind said as if coaxing a child to sleep, "Don't be afraid, I actually don't like killing people at all."

The guard's eyes flashed when he heard the words, as if he saw a glimmer of life, but then he heard the man smile and said in a hoarse voice,

"But I am very good at killing people."

The guard didn't have time to react, he only heard a 'click', and his throat was snapped in the next moment.

His hands and feet twitched weakly, and finally his eyes protruded, and he fell to the ground with his eyes closed.

The man put on the black armor robe of the guard, and there was a chilling coldness on the corner of his lips.

As soon as he turned around, he disappeared into the vast night. . .

In the dark dungeon of the imperial city, Yang Zhong drooped his head with a gray face.

I, my father and other uncles and uncles were all imprisoned here by the dog emperor, and they would never have a bright future.

The cell was full of stench and mildew, and the daily suffering of hunger and cold and the abuse and insults from the yamen servants made him miserable at a young age, but he always gritted his teeth just like his father and other uncles, never letting go a tear.

But a few days ago, after he learned the news of Murong Yan's death, he couldn't restrain the pain in his heart anymore, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

This night, even though he was at the lowest level of the entire imperial city, he could still faintly hear the singing and dancing coming from outside.

Three or five yamen servants were also sitting at the entrance of the corridor, throwing punches with thick necks, and drinking heavily.

Yang Zhong's eyes turned red again.

He knew that those people outside were celebrating, celebrating the death of his master.

Suddenly, the noise outside stopped abruptly.

Only one person asked drunkenly, "You... who are you?"

Before the words fell, a few loud bangs of 'bang, bang' came from the corridor, and then there was no more sound.

Xue Yi, Yang Dayou and the others stood up on guard, guarding Yang Zhong behind them, staring at the iron door as it was slowly pushed open without blinking.

Black boots, black robe, pale face, blood-stained hands.

Everyone shrank their pupils and opened their mouths wide, unable to close them anymore.

With a sound of 'crash', the man raised his knife and cut off the chains on the iron fence, and said slowly to the crowd,

"I hope I'm not late."

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It was night and the lights were still on.

Emperor Yan Jing ordered people to place several huge bronze figures holding vats in the hall, and the vats were all filled with fine wine.

The ground is covered with a scarlet-based velvet carpet, on which the vast territory of the Great Swallow is woven. This picture of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains was woven by the maids who worked hard day and night for nearly a month.The air was filled with a strong aroma of wine, a group of musicians plucked the silk and bamboo orchestras non-stop, and dozens of beautiful dancers were dancing on the dance floor.

Murong Xuan was dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, sitting on the top seat, holding the crown prince Si Yan in one hand, smiling loudly, and holding a gold bottle in the other, drinking endlessly.

Leng Lange next to him was wearing a crimson red dress, with a fluttering phoenix robe, noble and unparalleled, with pearls flowing.

However, her pupils were dimmed, and she just stared blankly at the smog outside the hall.

Dark clouds cover the moon, making people heartbroken.

She didn't dare to look at the disappointed eyes of the eldest princess Murong Qing, nor did she want to look at her father Leng You's eyes with deep meaning.

Recalling Murong Qing's questioning of herself a few days ago, Leng Lange's heart throbbed.

"Tell me, you didn't kill her yourself." Murong Qing stared straight at her with red eyes.

"It's Bengong." She replied calmly, without any waves in her voice.

"Why...you and her were so...then..."

Murong Qing lowered her head, tears fell down, but no matter what, she couldn't say the word 'love', and she couldn't help crying, "But how can you be so cruel? You have the heart to forget and betray your past? !"

"Why not."

Her face was frosty, and she said every word, "She is just a traitor."

The nails were deeply embedded in the skin, and she couldn't tell anyone the real pain in her heart.

Some things can only be endured by oneself, and the humiliation and secrets are hidden in the heart together with blood and tears.

The most painful thing in the world is this.

Everyone will eventually turn into the most contemptuous and hateful appearance they have ever been, and no one can escape.

As early as a few years ago, Leng Lange had died.

Fortunately, Empress Dayan was about to die.

After several rounds of drinking, singing and dancing continued.In a blink of an eye, it was late at night.

Murong Xuan ordered people to send the sleepy Prince Si Yan back to his bedroom to sleep.

At this time, he was already half drunk. After the prince left, he looked at Leng Lange who hadn't said a word with drunken eyes, and asked suddenly,

"Ge'er, are you unhappy?"

Leng Lange lowered his eyebrows slightly, and replied softly, "Your Majesty is worrying too much, my concubine is fine."

He grabbed her hand quickly, ignoring her struggling in surprise, and tightened it tighter, "Don't lie to me, I know you are unhappy, I know you are not well, and I know..." He paused, stretched slightly He leaned his head close to her ear, lowered his voice,

"I also know you hate me."

Leng Lange's eyes trembled, but he forced himself to reply calmly, "Your Majesty, you are drunk."

Murong Xuan looked at her with a complicated expression, and suddenly said in disbelief, "Do you know... If I hadn't met you, I might have died long ago."

Leng Lange was taken aback for a moment, and finally slowly raised his eyes to meet his deep black eyes.

Under the long case, he held her catkin tightly, his Adam's apple trembling, "Do you still remember that 15 years ago, you rescued an injured person on Qiyun Mountain? That person was me, if it wasn't for you If you heal my wounds in time, I will definitely not survive. And the reason why I am willing to spend a lot of money to rebuild Lianyun Temple is precisely because that is the place where you sent me to recuperate."

Leng Lange's body shook suddenly, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

The eyes of Murong Xuan staring at him in front of him gradually overlapped with the eyes of the seriously injured man he rescued 15 years ago.

That person turned out to be him!

Murong Xuan stared at the pale Leng Lange, and continued to murmur, "Do you know, from the first time I saw you, I have never forgotten you. If it wasn't for the emperor who sent me outside the pass In the war, I should have found you a long time ago, so how could I let that kid Murong Yan get to know you before me?"

Speaking of this, his expression suddenly became a little frantic, and there was a trace of sadness hidden in the bottom of his eyes. He squeezed her wrist even harder, "In terms of status, courage, and courage, what is she better than me?" Strong? You are supposed to be my wife, but why...why are you unwilling to accept me?"

He didn't understand why this seemingly weak woman in front of him had such an unshakable heart?

Just like ice that has not melted for thousands of years, no matter how much effort I spend to warm it, it is always so cold.

He seemed to have done everything for her.

good and bad.

But still can't make her fall in love with him.

The pain from her wrist made her frown, but she clenched her lips tightly and remained silent.

If this is called love. .If she could hurt someone openly in the name of this kind of love, she would rather never save this man in the first place.

She closed her eyes, letting this man almost crush her wrist.

At this moment, the curtains at the gate of the West Palace were suddenly closed, and dancers all wearing veils floated out, Murong Xuan was stunned, obviously a little surprised.

In an instant, the charming shadow danced and the hall was filled with fragrance.

The dancers entered lightly one after another, their skirts swirling and their figures graceful.

Especially the woman who stepped into the palace at the end, her pair of smoky water eyes were still hesitant to speak, and even wearing a veil, it was hard to hide her bright smile.

Ruyu's plain hands lingered gracefully, and the long sleeves criss-crossed left and right. The whole person was like a flower separated by fog, hazy and ethereal. . .

Murong Xuan let go of his hand in a daze, and stared at the dancing girl intently, eyes full of surprise.

The woman's eyebrows were smiling, her wonderful eyes lingered for a moment, her eyes were rippling, as if she could say a thousand words, she glanced at the Nine-Five Lord directly in front of her, and then she changed into a charming smile.This kind of attitude can most arouse the feelings of men.

She suddenly threw off her water sleeves, and took out a silver bell wrapped around her wrist with one hand. The lips under the veil smiled beautifully, and the melodious bell rang clearly in the hall. , while dancing and singing a "Beauty Song":

There are beauties in the north,

Peerless and independent.

Looking at the city,

Look at the country again.

Ning does not know the city and the country,

A beautiful woman is hard to find again.

There is a beauty in the north, she is so graceful and graceful.

Do you know that someone who looks back at her is willing to overthrow the city for her.

Looking back, countless people are willing to subvert their country for her.

But now, even if you pay the price of overthrowing the city and the country.

It can be seen that such a stunning beauty is hard to find!

——A beauty is easy to grow old, and a beauty is easy to pass away. Is it true that the more beautiful things are, the more difficult they are to stay?

——When all the love and hatred are burned, who is talking about Yiren alone in the dream?

Murong Xuan remained motionless, his Adam's apple trembled faintly, and he couldn't control the sadness on his face.

The woman's singing was like a blade in memory, cutting the emotional pain and pain in his heart with that sharp edge.

The song was about to die, and before he knew it, the woman had danced in front of him.

In a daze, those familiar beautiful eyes made him suddenly clear, and he raised his hand to lift the veil on her face.

And the next moment, the bell rang, a cold front rose, and a cold light suddenly pierced towards his chest.

He dodged sideways in time, and with a 'chi la' sound, the blade only scratched his left sleeve.

Murong Xuan's face sank, and he hit the woman's shoulder with a backhand palm. The woman grunted, but didn't flinch at all, she clenched her teeth and stabbed him several times.

Dazed for just a moment, the hall suddenly became chaotic, and the guards on both sides rushed forward, drew their blades and shouted,

"There are assassins! Hurry up and escort them!"

The woman was attacked from the back, but the strange thing was that she ignored the attacks of the guards behind her, and even though she had been stabbed several times in the back, she still stared at Murong Xuan in front of her, and swung her blade at him desperately with the heart of dying together.

The mournful determination in the woman's eyes sent a chill down Murong Xuan's spine, he secretly took a deep breath, waited for an opportunity to slap the short blade off the woman's hand, and in the next moment he struck her hard with his palm.

However, what surprised him was that after that palm hit her, the woman somehow got the strength to clasp his palm tightly with her hand, and wouldn't let him take it back.

"Let go!" he yelled angrily.

The nails were deeply embedded in Murong Xuan's skin, slowly oozing blood.

His eyes turned cold, and he didn't show any mercy, he raised another palm, and with ten levels of skill, the wind of his palm hit the woman like a stormy sea!

The silver bell fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and the veil on the woman's face slowly fell, revealing that stubborn and clean face.

At this moment of lightning, Murong Xuan was shocked and tried his best to withdraw the force of his palm, but it still inevitably hit her chest.In an instant, like a dead leaf, she flicked backward feebly.

"No!"

With a cry of pain, a figure flew out from the densely packed room of guards, caught the delicate body in mid-air, and hugged her tightly in his arms.

The intense pain tore apart quickly, and the internal organs seemed to be churning.

She finally couldn't help vomiting a big mouthful of blood, but when she saw the person holding her, she smiled sweetly, her eyes glowed with crystal,

"My lord, it's you...Isn't I dreaming?"

"It's me! It's me.."

She stretched out her hand to wipe the blood stains constantly overflowing from the corners of her lips, but seeing that her body was covered with scars and red blood, she choked with tears and said,

"A Sheng...why are you so stupid?"

She struggled to raise her bloody hand, caressed Murongyan's cheek, and said with a happy smile, "It's great to see you again... I've searched the entire mass grave...but I can't find it. When I see you, I know...you are not dead..."

Murong Yan pressed Huo Sheng's icy hand against her veins, "Don't talk... I'll heal your wounds..."

Before she finished speaking, she burst into tears, because she found that Huo Sheng's heart was shattered, and the internal energy she wanted to transfer to her was like a stone sinking into the sea, without any fluctuations.

"No, I'm going to say . . . let me say it."

Huo Sheng felt that his body was getting colder and colder, and his hands were gradually losing strength, so he said, "Master, can you hug me?"

Murong Yan nodded heavily, and hugged her tightly into her arms, tears flowed down her cheeks and into her hair.

"My lord...do you like my dance?"

"like."

After hearing this, Huo Sheng had a faint smile on his lips, stared at her side face, and called out again,

"Lord..."

. .do you like me?

Murong Yan waited for a while, but did not hear Huo Sheng's voice again.

She gritted her teeth and hugged her even harder, feeling her body getting colder and colder, but she still refused to let go.

Standing on a high place, Murong Xuan felt that the blood was flowing backwards all over his body. He stared blankly at all this, and the flickering candlelight swept away all the color on his face.

Leng Lange's face was as pale as paper, and she almost bit her lips to bleed. She thought over and over again in a state of confusion: How should I save her?How can I save her?

"what--"

Murongyan suddenly raised her head, and let out a desperate and suppressed growl like a trapped animal.

All those who heard it were frightened and trembling.

Murong Yan laid Huo Sheng's body very gently, stood up slowly, and raised her eyes, her shallow eyes were completely stained with scarlet.

With a 'chuckle', she drew the knife and pointed at Murong Xuan, gritted her teeth and said,

"I am going to kill you!"