Sparrow dream dance

In a clean prison.

He was sitting in front of the square-inch chessboard, holding a white piece in his hand.

Someone came in, but he didn't look up, still frowning, looking at the deadlocked chess game.

There was a 'pop' sound, and a sunspot fell down crisply, and the white stone was powerless to recover.

He raised his head angrily, facing that handsome face like the wind.

"It's you."

"Let's meet again, Master Leng."

"Hmph, Mr. Duan left without saying goodbye last time, why did he return to Beijing this time?" Leng You snorted softly, knowing that the person in front of him was not reliable.

"Of course I came back to save my lord." Duan Wuyou said with a smile.

"If the old man wants to go out, he can go out at any time." Leng You started to set up the chess game again.

"But even if you go out, you still can't be saved, so you don't go out, because you know in your heart that even if you go back to the Leng Mansion, it's just another cage." Duan Wuyou said unhurriedly, "So, Duan The last time I left without saying goodbye, I actually left to help my lord move the rescuers."

Leng You raised his head, "What rescue?"

"One hundred thousand Xiongnu iron armor." Duan Wuyou said word by word.

Leng You said angrily, "It's nonsense! How can this old man be the kind of person who works with the enemies of tigers and leopards!"

"Isn't your lord not?" Duan Wuyou smiled, took out a roll of silk cloth from his pocket, and spread it on the chessboard, "If not, what is the meaning of the phrase 'War again, who will live'?"

Leng You was silent.

"Your Excellency is a smart man, and he is also the one who has always understood that person best. Now that he is in control of the military, if Your Excellency wants to change the dynasty, it will be more difficult without some external force."

Leng You was silent for a long time before saying, "So, what exactly do you want?"

"I want His Highness the Ninth Prince."

================================================== ====

In the past few days, Murong Yan's will was very depressed, she locked herself in the imperial study room, she didn't want to see anyone, and she dared not see anyone.

Sitting on the dragon chair that her father and brother had sat on, she drank all night long.

Murong Yan stretched out her hands and whirled onto the dragon chair, and murmured in pain, "Why...why..."

She didn't know why she became like them and hurt the one she loved.

She obviously didn't want to, really didn't want to.

As she grew older, she could feel more and more that there was a trapped animal in her body that couldn't find a way out.

Constantly hurting others and self, will never be redeemed.

She didn't know what else to do except to numb herself with alcohol.

The door creaked and was gently pushed open.

Murong Yan had already passed out drunk on the dragon chair, without realizing it.

The long skirt dragged to the ground, and she approached the drunk Murong Yan step by step.

She slowly stretched out her palm, touching her frowning brow inch by inch.

She didn't know what dream she was having at this moment, but it seemed that she was so unhappy even in the dream.

But Murongyan, who seemed to be in a dream but not in a dream, felt that someone was caressing her, so she subconsciously grabbed her hand. She struggled to open her bloodshot eyes, stared at the blurred and slim figure in front of her, and said vaguely, "No. Let's go...Xiao Ti...Xiao Ti..."

Hearing that she kept calling herself 'Xiao Ti', a charming smile slowly emerged on her face, she bent down, and approached her thin lips that smelled of alcohol.

She slowly pressed her soft lips against her hot lips and tongue jerkyly.

But with just one kiss, Murong Yan's arms suddenly stiffened, and she pushed her away from him.

No, this doesn't feel right!

Her eyes widened suddenly, and her originally chaotic and intoxicated mind suddenly became sober.

"why you?!"

Only then did she see clearly the woman lying on the ground, where it was Chu Xiati in her dream, but Su Wan.

Su Wan stood up, stared at Murong Yan and said quietly, "Your Majesty is so cruel, does it have to be her?"

Murong Yan's face was as cold as frost. She stood up and said seriously, "What are you doing here? Do you know what crime it is to trespass on the imperial study?"

Not afraid to laugh back, she stared at Murong Yan and said, "Your Majesty, do you know what crime it is to pretend to be a phoenix and virtual phoenix to deceive the world?"

Seeing that Murongyan's pupils shrank suddenly, she stretched out her hand to grab Su Wan's neck in the next moment, and said through gritted teeth, "You came here to tell me these things?"

With a look of pain on her face, she looked at Murongyan with a hostile face, and said unhurriedly, "I'm here because it has something to do with Sister."

Murong Yan slightly loosened the grip on her hands, and asked anxiously, "What's wrong with her?"

She pursed her lips into a smile, met Murong Yan's eyes, and said word by word, "She left, and, moreover, she walked with a man."

"You are lying!"

Murongyan was furious, and with a force on her palm, she almost cut off Su Wan's neck.

"This is what I saw with my own eyes... If you don't believe it... why don't you go and see her yourself?" She blushed and almost suffocated, but still said with a forced smile.

Murong Yan stared at her, her face suddenly lost all color, and in the next moment she used her skills and ran towards the outside of the imperial study.

Five fingerprints were left on Su Wan's snow-white neck. She fell to her knees, clutching her neck, and coughing heavily.

Coughing and laughing, even crying.

She didn't feel pain at all, on the contrary, she felt very happy.

Because the two people who lied to her will suffer a lifetime because of her.

She is not the big brother in her mind at all.

And she is not her real sister at all.

Her gaze became colder, she took out a note from her sleeve, walked to the cauldron, and threw it in.

I saw the beautiful handwriting on it, and wrote the five words 'profusely sweating Xia Ti'.

She stared at the note that gradually turned into ashes, and thought to herself, since you are not Su Li at all, and you are not even from the Central Plains, and you still hurt me like this, don't blame me for being cruel!

-------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------

She walked with her under the moon.

The night is like the confusion in the bottom of my heart, and ignorance and unconsciousness spread to my heart layer by layer.

Chu Xiati looked a little blank, because she didn't know how to face that person in a while.

Just as I was thinking about it, Su Wan who was beside me suddenly asked, "Sister, speaking of it, do you really not remember what happened before Father and I saved you?"

Chu Xiati swayed slightly, bit her lip, and remained silent.

At this moment, she already remembered who she was, so naturally she couldn't answer the question of what 'Su Li' went through before.

Su Wan saw it, and continued to ask, "Sister, are you okay?"

"I...I'm fine, I really don't remember." Chu Xiati took a deep breath and decided to hide it.

Although she also knew that Su Wan was not her real sister, the three years of love in Qingzhou had already made her regard her as her own sister from the bottom of her heart.

Even seeing her call 'concubine' to the person she loves, she couldn't bear to blame her.

"Really." Su Wan said lightly, "Then sister, don't you remember us at all when we were young?"

Chu Xiati could only shake her head again.

Su Wan sighed, "Sister, do you know that when you were young, you liked the eldest brother of the Mo family. You often talked about him with me, praised him for his masculinity, and said that you will marry him when you grow up. Who knows that the world is impermanent?" , I am afraid that today's elder sister has already looked down on Brother Mo, right?"

Chu Xiati was stunned for a long while before realizing that the 'Brother Mo' that Su Wan was talking about was the real 'Su Li''s childhood sweetheart, Mo Mingxuan.

Since the body was examined and sentenced to leave, she lost contact with this person, and now she doesn't know whether he is alive or dead.

She was silent for a while, lowered her eyebrows, and said in a low voice, "He is a good person, but maybe he is not suitable for me."

"Yes, how can he be more suitable for you, sister, than the current emperor?"

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Chu Xiati caught a bit of sarcasm and a bit of chill from Su Wan's flashing eyes.

"Here we are, sister." Su Wan took Chu Xiati into the deserted Zhaolan Palace, and when she arrived in the courtyard, she smelled a strong smell of alcohol. She pointed to the dark inside of the palace and said, "Your Majesty will stay in there every night." Drunk."

She shrank in her heart when she heard this, and walked forward unconsciously. Just as she was about to open the door, she suddenly stopped.

Because, she suddenly remembered the conversation between the two maids guarding outside the palace:

"I heard that His Majesty is also the same. He has been shutting himself in the imperial study room without seeing anyone...drinking all night long..."

"Isn't that right... Those ministers are dying of anxiety, but no matter how much you beg, His Majesty just refuses to come out..."

Royal study. .Shouldn't she be in the royal study? .But why did Mei Wan bring herself to Zhaolan Palace?

When she thought of this, she was about to turn around to ask what happened, but someone pushed her hard from behind, pushing her in.

She was caught off guard and fell heavily on the ground. Before she could stand up, she heard the door being closed, and with a click, it was locked from the outside.

She rushed forward, slapped the palace door vigorously, and shouted inexplicably, "Sister Wan? Is it you?! Why did you lock me up?!"

I only heard Su Wan's cold voice from outside, "Now that things have happened, you don't have to act anymore, Princess of the Huns."

Hearing the words 'princess of the Huns', Chu Xiati was shocked, and felt cold sweat immediately.

She was silent for a long time, and finally said, "Who told you?"

Su Wan said coldly, "It seems that you have admitted it. The Great Yanxiang King already has a marriage contract with you, no wonder you can't wait to marry her."

Chu Xiati sighed, "Sister Wan, I didn't intend to hide it from you, but no matter who I am, I sincerely regard you as my sister."

"Shut up!" Su Wan yelled sadly, "Who needs you, a liar, to be so hypocritical? It's all because of you! Otherwise, how could I... how could I be given by that dog Emperor Murong Xuan..."

Her nails went deep into her skin, and she was trembling all over, unable to speak any more.

After hearing this, Chu Xiati felt a buzzing in her head, and she asked tremblingly, "What did you say... What did that bastard Murong Xuan do to you?"

Su Wan sneered a few times, and said cheerfully, "Soon, you will know."

She yelled briskly, "Brother Mo, even though you failed to bring back Leng Lange's hair, I still brought your sweetheart here as promised."

Chu Xiati was terrified immediately, turned around quickly, and pressed her body tightly against the palace door.

There was a rustling sound from the corner of the room, and then the candle was lit.

Only then did she see that there was a tall and thin man in black standing in the shadows in the dark hall, listening to the conversation between the two.

He came out slowly, holding a jug of wine in his hand, and the flickering candlelight hit his gloomy face, making him look distorted.

"I won't bother you two to reminisce about the old days." Su Wan turned around and smiled as she walked, "By the way, Brother Mo, even if she is not a sister, she is still a beauty anyway. You must take pity on her later." yes."

Mo Mingxuan didn't say a word, just stared at Chu Xiati.

The sound outside the hall gradually disappeared, Mo Mingxuan took a step forward to Chu Xiati, and she said sharply, "Don't come here."

He stood still, took another big sip of wine, looked up to the sky and laughed, "I never imagined that I, Mo Mingxuan, would be tricked by a Hun woman all this time."

Chu Xiati didn't explain anything, and didn't respond a word.

Hearing a 'bang', Mo Mingxuan slammed the flagon in his hand on the ground heavily. He looked at her in pain and said dejectedly, "I just want to know that you are really using me all the time, really... never Ever liked me?"

Chu Xiati met his red eyes, but still didn't speak.

But with just one glance, Mo Mingxuan understood the look in her eyes. There was only pity in her eyes, and there was absolutely no liking in them.

He slowly drew out the saber from his waist and approached her step by step.

Chu Xiati was neither afraid nor flinched, and stared straight at the desperate man with her head raised.

Unyielding, this is the only pride she has left as the princess of Mobei.

He raised the knife in his hand high, the blue veins on his forehead protruded, and asked in a hoarse voice, "You really have nothing to say to me?"

"I think that girl you once called A Li may have liked you." Chu Xiati thought for a while, and finally said quietly.

Everyone has a past, and the reason why people suffer may be because they will never see the same her again.

So it gradually turned into a pitiful, sad and hateful appearance, after all, it was all because of the person standing in front of him at the moment, not her.

Mo Mingxuan was stunned for a long time, but the blade in his hand still swung heavily at her.

Ling Feng blew past her ear, and with a loud bang, he split the solid palace door in two.

She was stunned. She had thought that he would definitely hurt her.

"She was sure that you would fall into the trap, but she was not sure that I had no intention of hurting you at all."

The moonlight poured into the hall and shone on Mo Mingxuan's tearful face. He looked deeply at Chu Xiati and choked up, "Your Highness, I only have one last request left. Please be my Ari for the last time." , let me give you a hug one last time, okay?"

Hearing Mo Mingxuan say 'finally' three times in a row, Chu Xiati let out a long sigh and finally nodded.

He opened his arms to her, and for a moment, he seemed to be back in time.

That year the peach blossoms were in full bloom, and there was a girl named Ali who would always stand under the peach blossom tree at the head of the village, waiting for her to return to the village after cutting firewood from the mountains.

In a trance, Chu Xiati, who was dressed in scarlet in front of her, turned into the little girl in red with a bright smile.

Ali. .

He embraced her tightly, silently calling her like this for the last time in his heart.

He understood that from now on, there would be no such girl in the world.

Suddenly, there was only a whoosh of an arrow, piercing the air sharply.

As soon as he raised his eyes, an arrow hit his forehead, his body trembled violently, and he lost his strength and fell to the ground.

"Brother Mo! Brother Mo!"

Chu Xiati cried out, she turned her head in shock, and saw Murongyan with a murderous face standing in front of the courtyard holding a bow and arrow.

Looking at her, she felt very angry and sad, and asked loudly, "Why did you kill him?!"

Murong Yan walked towards her like a wild beast approaching its prey.

Her eyes were like bloodthirsty wolves. She clamped her jaw hard, almost crushing her jaw, and said viciously, "Why do you say? Chu Xiati, how could you do this to me?! How could you really betrayed me?!"

Seeing that she was really embracing another man with her own eyes, she felt that she was instantly burnt to pieces by the monstrous jealousy and anger.

Enduring the pain, Chu Xiati let out a desperate and desolate laugh from her throat.

How stupid I am, I put myself in danger tonight because of her, but in the end, I was misunderstood by her indiscriminately.

"What are you laughing at?" Murong Yan stared at her lips, furiously said.

"just kill me."

She suddenly felt extremely tired, and the relationship between them seemed to be in constant confrontation.

"What are you talking about?!" Murong Yan's voice trembled uncontrollably.

Chu Xiati's voice was extremely disheartened, "I'm too tired... really tired."

She stretched out her hand to grab the knife that fell beside Mo Mingxuan, and wanted to kill herself with the knife.

Murong Yan hurriedly grasped her wrist, forcing her to let go.

Her hand was painfully pinched by her, but she still smiled, "Why? Even if you can prevent me from leaving, can you prevent me from dying?"

Murong Yan's face was pale, she didn't say anything, just picked her up quickly, and strode away from Zhaolan Hall.

Walking into Fengyi Palace, she placed her heavily on the bed, pressed her hands, and stared at her closely.

She was in pain, thinking of what Murongyan forced herself to do a few days ago, her whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.But even so, she still gritted her teeth and said nothing.

After a long time, Murong Yan stood up and shouted sharply, "Where are the guards of Fengyi Palace?"

Not long after, several guards in black were brought in with their hands tied behind their backs, and knelt down on the ground.

Murong Yan looked intensely, and said, "I can't even look down on a single woman, all of them will be dealt with!"

"Murongyan!" Chu Xiati shouted her name as if struck by lightning, this is too cruel!

"Where are the servants in the palace?" Murong Yan ignored her at all, shouted angrily, and continued to ask.

The trembling ladies kowtowed in fright, begging for mercy, and sobbing non-stop.

"What are you doing? How did you become like this?!" She grabbed her robe and cried out in pain.

She turned her head, her eyes were full of tyranny, "They were supposed to take care of you all the time, but they neglected their duties and let you run out. They should all be damned!"

Chu Xiati's teeth were chattering with hatred, and her voice changed, "Murongyan, are you really going to do this terribly?!"

She clenched her fists and remained silent for a long time before she said in a suppressed manner, "If there is another time, they will all die. If you die, I will let everyone be buried with you. Remember, you are not qualified to die .”