The wind of the thunderbolt

It was almost late at night, and the most prosperous and luxurious place of the Zhuyi Dynasty——Wangcheng was still brightly lit, and the night pearl in the Suzaku Hall made the originally dark and bleak hall extremely eye-catching.

The main hall is empty and deep, with bead curtains rolled horizontally and vermilion gauze lightly covering it, a thin woman on the highest throne can be vaguely seen in the haze. Sorrow, dressed in the incomparably luxurious nine-phoenix peacock fur, with snowy skin but a pale complexion, looking at her appearance, it can be said to be shocking.She was half lying on the table, writing something non-stop with the Langmo pen in her hand, and there was already a thick pile of memorials on the table.

It was late at night, and the ordinary people outside the royal city had turned off the lights and put out the fire for a good night's sleep, but inside the royal city was another world.

"Cough cough." The cold air hit at night, the thin woman stopped her pen and coughed a few times, wiping her red lips with the white silk she carried with her.

The woman looked around for a while, but no one saw her, she slowly walked down from the throne, and came to the incense burner for heating, she rolled up her sleeves and lifted the lid of the incense burner with bare hands, and threw the white silk into it.Then he returned to his seat and continued writing.

The fire in the furnace instantly devoured the white silk, turning the blood-stained white silk into ashes.

No one noticed the side of the entrance of the main hall. One person put his arms around his chest and let out an inaudible sigh.I saw him with thick dyed eyebrows, handsome face, dark blue broken hair flowing in the wind, and the rouge sand between his brows was as red as blood, and he was dressed in simple and clean clothes, but it made people feel extravagant, and the cold sword of six emotions behind him was endless. All the while revealing fierce murderous intent.But at this moment, his eyes were only quietly looking at the thin figure behind the bead curtain, with a gentleness that could melt everything.

"Is it a bright pearl?" The low and inaudible sigh would have been buried in the dust on weekdays, but in such an empty and quiet night, it was not hard to hear.The woman behind the bead curtain put down her hair, stepped down, and opened the bead curtain.

Hearing the woman's call, the man standing at the door of the hall evoked a faint smile and walked in. "Anyway, let's go to the rest now, you're already in the middle of the night." The man shook off a piece of fox fur in his hand, and put it on for the woman.

"It's okay, it will be fine in a while, Mingzhu, you go to rest first." The woman responded with a smile.

"I don't want to sleep, how can I sleep? (Author: Ha! Don't think wrongly)" The man called Mingzhu smiled helplessly, "Although you are the emperor, these people are all your sons. People, but the emperor will also be tired, seeing you torture yourself like this, I... ".

"I just atone for the sins of the past." The woman called the emperor is the empress of the Zhuyi dynasty——Zhiyu Changxin.She took the man's hand, "Why is it so cold?" After she finished speaking, her eyebrows frowned again, with a little anger, she put Mingzhu Qiuxia's hand on the incense burner to bake.

"I'm not in the way. The charcoal fire has dimmed a bit, how about ordering someone to add some for you?" Mingzhu Qiuxia held Zhiyu Changxin's cold hand instead. "Because of the misfortune of the divine pillar, it has been raining continuously for several days, which made the charcoal fire a little damp."

In the dead of night, smoke was slowly rising from the censer, and sparks sprang out from the charcoal fire from time to time. Suddenly—a spark the size of a fingernail burst out. Changxin looked at it casually, and his face suddenly changed. That was The white silk residue thrown into the incense burner just now.If it's anything else, it's fine, but there are some red marks on this small piece of white silk.

"When I was painting in the afternoon, I accidentally stained some cinnabar paint, and I burned it. It's a pity that this is a good scorpion. My things will not let others get half of them." Zhiyu Changxin thought Anxiously explained.Wei Cui took a few glances and found that there was nothing unusual about Mingzhu before he heaved a sigh of relief.

"You are still the same." Let go of Chang Xin's hand, and trim the fox fur for her, before Mingzhu Qiuxia embraced her in his arms. "As long as it is what you want, I will give it to you, even if it means killing someone."

"No!" Changxin covered Mingzhu's mouth with his hand, "That day, I swore with Mantian God and Buddha that if you can wake up, I will never let you kill again for me in my life."

This oath is just for you.

In the past, in order to save her best friend Wan Gu Chang Kong, Ming Zhu had no choice but to accept a murder deal and assassinate Zhu Yi Empress Zhi Yu Chang Xin.Unexpectedly, he fell in love with the empress Changxin, willingly stayed and became her killing machine, and even killed her only friend Wanguchangkong for her, while Zhiyu Changxin made a deal with the devil in order to get his beloved Ye Xiaochai, Abandoned good nature.

Mingzhu, Changxin, Ye Xiaochai.These three people who are entangled with each other make each other heartbroken.

In order for Ye Xiaochai to get the "Sword of Heaven" that swordsmen dream of.Changxin asked Mingzhu to also participate in this Tianjian's battle.But it was to let Mingzhu eliminate the competitors for Ye Xiaochai and then lose to Ye Xiaochai.

Pearl seeking flaws - such a person who is the most proud and disdainful of filth in the world, violates his will time and time again for the woman he loves.

In the end, he was finally tired, and the dream finally woke up.So - he chose to die to escape.Rather than saying that he died at the hands of his best friend Wan Gu Zhang Kong, it would be more appropriate to say that he committed suicide. He washed away the dust all over his body with his own blood.

Long-term worries about gains and losses, Mingzhu is not good at expressing, this story is destined to be a tragedy from the beginning.

The bright pearl is finally covered with dust, and the long-cherished heart is unintentional after all.When the world sees it, they all sigh.

Obviously just using it, obviously just perfunctory, obviously has another love, but inadvertently, was warmed by that proud heart.

Long heart - wake up too late!Until he died in front of her, until the body holding him was drenched by the rain, and on his face - not only rain but also tears flowed.

The person who originally asked for anything from him will never appear in front of him again, will never stand up against thousands of troops because of her frown, will never be jealous because of Ye Xiaochai, and will never be distracted because of her smile Infatuation, never again - gently call her long heart.

The body in his arms gradually became cold, and Chang Xin's body trembled, not because of the cold, but because of endless despair.

Be it a god or a demon, no matter who it is!Please, don't take him away, don't take away the only thing I have, I am willing to risk my life for my life, and I will never use medicine for my illness!

Please, give me back the pearl.

—————————————Pearl loves long heart——————— ----------------------

The author has something to say: the pearl of my life,

love south wind

So these two must have a happy ending.

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