Swipe the Sword to Fight the Clouds [Comprehensive Martial Arts]

Yuhuatian hurried to a study.

In the study room, Precious Concubine was lying on the Emperor's lap like a precious cat, and the Emperor's hand was stroking her hair.The whole woman looked like she was in a deep sleep, her face was peaceful for no reason, only a little red mark at the corner of her eye, which anyone with a discerning eye could tell that this woman had clearly cried before.

The emperor raised his eyes and glanced at Yuhuatian. The raindrops from the south of the Yangtze River sprinkled on the corner of his clothes, wet his long hair, and made his whole body appear chilling for no reason.

The emperor nodded to Yuhuatian, but made a silent gesture.When Yuhuatian opened the door, it brought a gust of cold wind, which made the precious concubine on the emperor's lap frown.

The emperor raised his hand to cover Concubine Gui with a valuable and soft fox fur blanket on her shoulders, and lightly placed a soft pillow under Concubine Gui's neck, and then signaled to Yu Huatian to let him follow her. He came to the side hall of the study.

Walking into the side hall, Yu Huatian took out a stack of letters that were not polluted by the rain from his bosom, then knelt down in front of the emperor, bowed his head and said: "Your servant is not good at doing things, please punish me."

The emperor took the stack of letters, did not open them, but frowned and said, "Mr. Yu has always done his affairs neatly, and there is nothing that dissatisfies me. What is the crime?"

Yu Huatian lowered his eyes, and said: "Eight years ago, the matter that the Holy Majesty asked Xichang to do was supervised by the servant, and the servant did not clean up the whole thing."

Eight years ago.

"You!" The emperor was too familiar with this time, his eyes shot at Yu Huatian's face like a sharp sword, but he seemed to care about the precious concubine who was still sleeping, the emperor lowered his voice: "You Does that mean that child is still alive?" As if thinking of something unbelievable, the emperor widened his eyes and said, "Ye Mingxuan?"

Yu Huatian nodded, and did not explain too much for himself.

He just wanted to laugh.Everyone in the world thought that the precious concubine was jealous, so they slaughtered the imperial heirs in the palace, making the Daan emperor's heirs withered, and there was not even a princess.But who would have thought that it was the emperor himself who actually ordered the killing of those children?

The reason is actually very simple, the emperor doesn't want it if it's not his bloodline and Concubine Gui's.But his "don't want it" cost the lives of many innocent children.It's really hard to say whether this man is infatuated or fickle.

No matter what others think, Yu Huatian finally thinks that this so-called "love" is too sad and too ridiculous.

——I can’t be the only one for the woman I love, enjoy a night of pleasure with other women, and then kill my innocent blood.Is this touching me, or is it disgusting the woman I love?

Yuhuatian was even looking forward to it, looking forward to the day when Concubine Zhengui knew the truth, and to see what kind of expression she would have.

The emperor didn't let Yu Huatian get up, he just silently read the stack of papers that wrote Mingxuan's life, and then read it again.

The above did not conceal the relationship between Mingxuan and Baiyuncheng, but only downplayed the shadow of Ye Gucheng, and more of the relationship between Mingxuan and Baiyuncheng fell on Fuyue.Fuyue's identity is not a secret among the Jianghu. For the emperor, his only blood is closely related to a young girl with a prominent background, rather than having a deep relationship with the lord of Baiyun City.

What's more, the Lord of Baiyun came to the Central Plains because his six-year-old wife was kidnapped back then. It is not a secret that Baiyun beggar was killed, and it caused quite a stir in the martial arts world.This point cannot be faked, so it seemed logical that the Lord Baiyun and his wife rescued Mingxuan back then.

Even though the emperor was suspicious, he had to believe that there was such a coincidence in the affairs of the world.

The emperor is already old, if Mingxuan appeared a few years earlier, he would definitely choose to kill this child who does not belong to him and precious concubine without hesitation.However, the change of age wore down his ruthlessness, and the aggrievedness of having to pass the country to his nephew all these years also made him unable to attack Mingxuan.Besides... his Zhen'er still believed in that, believing that the child born by the queen's maidservant was the reincarnation of their Xuan'er.

A thought flashed in the emperor's mind, and then became more and more clear.

He carefully read the stack of papers describing Mingxuan's life for the last time, then took a deep breath, brought it close to the candle, and burned it to ashes.

Glancing at Yuhuatian coldly, the emperor said, "I hope you can rot in your stomach about what happened today." His expression was gloomy, but Yuhuatian already understood what the emperor meant.

Yes, no matter how much he loves precious concubine, but compared with the heir who handed over his country to other people, no matter how ineffective his own son is, he always wants to give his blood to the lord of the world. inherited position.One thought could not be stopped, after this thought, the emperor refused to hand over his position to a few nephews for nothing.

It's just that before that, he was still healthy, everything can be planned slowly, and he is not in a hurry for this moment.

"Xuan'er..."

When the emperor stepped into the study room again, he heard Concubine Guizheng uttering an indistinct raving.The emperor paused, and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his own hands.

Mingxuan.Mingxuan.Mingxuan.

This name was circulated repeatedly in front of the emperor, and finally, the emperor let out a long sigh and closed his eyes fiercely.The relationship between father and son is just a joke. Of course he cares about this son, but it is definitely not because of the relationship between father and son.

Compared with the wind and rain on the emperor's side, the backyard of Zhihetang is obviously a different scene.The summer weather in the south of the Yangtze River changes rapidly. There has been a heavy rain just now, and now the sun is frighteningly full.Fuyue pushed open the window, taking a breath of fresh air after the rain.

In addition to the shallow earthy smell in the air, there is also a hint of sweetness, which is the smell of flower petals that have been beaten to the ground by the rain.Fu Yue glanced at the petals blown to the ground, but there was no regret in her expression.Flowers will bloom in spring, fruits will ripen in autumn, and the scenery of the four seasons will change. This is a very common thing, so there is no need to be overwhelmed by falling flowers all over the place.

There are too many things in this world that require her to be merciful, but things like rain falling on flowers are obviously not among them.The disciples of the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers loved and cherished flowers, but they were not bothered by falling flowers.

The south of the Yangtze River is sweltering, and the afternoon rain did not bring much coolness. Fuyue lay on the clean stone table, absorbing a bit of coolness.And Mingxuan squatted beside Fuyue, fanning his fan desperately.The fan in his hand is not the folding fan that the rich man held for Yongfu Fengya, but a big cattail fan that the uncle used to fan the fire in the stove, brought along from the back kitchen.

He danced the big cattail fan vigorously, driving away the sweltering air in front of Mingxuan, making him much cooler.However, because of fanning vigorously, after a while, a large wet mark can be seen from the back of Mingxuan's white clothes, it is obvious that this kid is fanning too hard, so he is sweating profusely.

Fuyue looked at him really pitifully, and quickly persuaded: "Junior brother, it's natural for you to be calm. You can't do this. There is still a seat over there, or you can sit on the stone bench?"

Mingxuan climbed onto the stone bench, turned his head sideways and pressed his face against the cold stone table, the movement of fanning his hands was a little smaller, but he never stopped.Panting for breath, he complained casually to Fuyue: "The scorching heat in the south of the Yangtze River can be regarded as unbearable, and our Baiyun City is also hot, but how can it be so stuffy here?"

In July, the water vapor in the air in the south of the Yangtze River made people feel as if they were suffocating, and what Mingxuan said was not an exaggeration.Although the South China Sea is also hot in four seasons, the sea breeze is dry. Most of the time, the sun in Baiyun City is just a little bit stronger, and it is not as unbearable as it is now.

"Ninny, Mingxuan, come and eat two pieces of melon to cool off the heat." Wuhua came from nowhere, holding a huge tray in her hand, the watermelon on it was neatly cut, exuding a hint of coolness.

Ordinary people's melons and fruits splashed with well water naturally cannot reach this level. The plate of watermelons in Wu Hua's hands was obviously taken out of the ice cellar.

Hearing Wuhua's voice, Fuyue and Mingxuan, two senior siblings, moved in unison.Together with the flesh lying on Fuyue's shoulders, the three "Pu Leng" sat up at once, all staring at Wuhua...the watermelon in his hand.

Wuhua smiled helplessly, rubbed Fuyue's still hot little face with her cool fingers, then gracefully put down the huge tray in her hand, and picked up a slice of specially cut watermelon and handed it to the In front of the meat.

"Eat it, don't get it on your daughter." The monk dressed in pure white bowed his head and told the fat squirrel wagging its tail cheerfully.Seeing Rourou's big tail wagging so fast, Wuhua began to wonder if the squirrel raised by his younger sister was actually not a squirrel, but a dog or something?

Habits are too similar.Wuhua reached out and lifted Rourou, who was happily gnawing on the small watermelon, and when it wanted to scream but was blocked by the watermelon, Wuhua put Rourou on a table a little further away from Fuyue On the other side, Master Wuhua himself sat on the empty seat next to Fuyue without shame.

Flesh who has witnessed everything: ... a person doing something?

I deeply felt that the damage my Shusheng suffered could no longer be repaired by a piece of iced watermelon... At least two pieces were needed. Rourou glanced at his master who was serious about eating melons with sad little eyes, and then he could only quickly It's best to get rid of the piece of watermelon that the big bald spoon gave it just now.

As a little squirrel who loves to be clean, Rourou sucked the melon juice off his hand, and then jumped to Mingxuan's side.Stretching out his little paw to poke Mingxuan, Rourou squeaked twice at him.

Mingxuan paused for a while while eating the melon, then stopped and looked at Rourou quietly for a while.

Each other's eyes could reflect each other's reflection, Mingxuan stared at Rourou for a while, and realized that he still didn't have the ability to communicate with pets, so he could only ask Fuyue for help: "Little Senior Sister, take a look, Rourou Does it want to gaha?"

Out of nowhere, the Northeast dialect that he had just learned from a few Northeast businessmen in the past few days, Ming Xuan quickly covered his mouth.He wandered around in the past few days and met a lot of people. It doesn't matter if he can speak a few dialects.However, he always felt that speaking in front of his little senior sister with a southern accent and a northern accent would always be a bit misleading for a child.

It's a pity that it's too late for Mingxuan to cover his mouth, Fuyue glanced at Mingxuan curiously, and then imitated him in a soft voice: "What do you say like that?"

If it's over, Master will chop me up.Mingxuan thought in despair.

Hearing the accent of his little senior sister who was completely misled by him, Mingxuan almost wanted to cry without tears.Those few businessmen with Northeast accents he learned at the beginning were just because of novelty and fun.But he didn't expect that the Northeast dialect is so magical. His little senior sister has already acquired a Northeast accent after hearing a sentence.

The panic on Mingxuan's face was so obvious that Rourou couldn't help jumping on the shoulder of Fuyue who was standing opposite him, so as to observe his every subtle expression conveniently.

Biting his tongue, it seemed that he could get rid of that annoying speech disorder.Mingxuan cleared his throat, and then asked Fuyue the question he asked just now: "Little sister, what's wrong with Rourou? What does it want to do?"

Just now Fu Yue took a bite of the watermelon, put it in her mouth and chewed it, letting the sweet and cool juice overflow the entire mouth.Suddenly hearing Mingxuan's question, she set her eyes on Rourou.After a while, Mingyue said indifferently: "It's nothing, it's just that Rourou wants to eat another piece of watermelon."

He didn't understand how his little senior sister communicated with Rourou at all. It was nothing more than a piece of watermelon. Many times, Mingxuan was still happy to pamper Rourou.So he sped up the movement in his hand, gnawed the watermelon in his hand in two bites, and then wanted to go to the plate to get another piece for Rourou.

Seeing that Mingxuan was about to bring Rourou watermelon again, Fuyue hurriedly stopped her and said, "Junior Brother!" Cut off the watermelon Mingxuan handed to Rourou and stuffed it into her mouth, Fuyue said vaguely, "Watermelon is too much!" It's cold, so you can't eat too much meat."

Mingxuan's movements paused, and he let out a groaning "squeak", but he didn't get the little girl's sympathy.Seeing this, Mingxuan could only shrug his shoulders, and stuffed the piece of watermelon that was originally given to Rourou into his mouth.

In the distance, Wuhua and Ye Gucheng stared at the two eating melons, a squirrel.

After a long while, Wuhua said softly, "Master Ye trusts Mingxuan so much?" I believe he will not harm Baiyun City in the future.

There was no wave in Ye Gucheng's eyebrows.He gave a dispensable "Yes", but said: "I don't believe him." In Wuhua's dazed expression, Ye Gucheng continued: "I believe in Baiyun City."

What he believed, from beginning to end, was only Baiyun City.Ye Gucheng believes that the people raised by this city will never be detrimental to this city.Because, once you experience some tenderness, you never want to lose it again.

The author has something to say: The emperor is really a disgusting person.He loves precious concubine, but what's more, this love moved him.If you really love, how can you be willing to bear such infamy for the person you love?

And, Rourou was crying and chirping: I don’t have such a bully~

☆, Kinoshita Yuchengfeng.