Allure of the World

Sima Hui stood tall and jade-like, standing on the main hall, with a dark face, slender eyes squinting, high cheekbones, sharp eyes, and a sinister face. The gently wrinkled sword brows on the tough outline resembled a god's mansion in the dark.

All the people immediately knelt down and almost fell to the ground: "Long live, long live the king!"

Behind the man, there was a dark night.

He silently looked around the hall full of corpses, at the ministers who had been coerced by Sima Rong to stand behind Sima Rong, at the killed prefects and prime ministers, and at the fallen A concubine in a pool of blood.

Finally, his sharp eyes fixed on Sima Rong.

The hall was so silent that it was as if a needle were dropped and a sound could be heard.

Qingyun knows that the rest is what the winner has to do to the loser, kill, cut, exile, imprison...

Of course, if there is a punishment, there will be a reward, and there will be rewards for all those who are neutral in this palace change. The dead will die, and the living will of course be rewarded.

Qingyun suddenly felt a deep boredom, she didn't want Sima Hui to have an accident, but she didn't want to watch it.

She's seen enough.

Qing Yun stood up, "Your Majesty, can you let the little prince come out first?"

During the battle, she took the little prince to hide behind the dragon chair, and now Sima Hui is standing there majestic, and she can't say anything when she goes next to the dragon chair.

Sima Hui asked: "Where is the little prince hiding?"

Qingyun stretched out his finger and pointed under the dragon chair.

Sima Hui's stern face flashed a smile, he bent down and looked under the dragon chair, but did not see the little prince.

"Yu'er!" he called.

"Father, are you safe?" A young voice came from inside.

Sima Hui's heart warmed, and he motioned for the next servant to release the little prince.

The queen kneeling at the bottom let out a long sigh of relief.

Qing Yun walked to Sima Rong with the Qiushui sword, and the Qiushui sword was placed around his neck: "King Yi, return my son to me!"

Sima Hui was shocked: "Why, Qinger is gone?"

Qingyun nodded: "Yes, Xiaojing was injured, and the child is gone. King Yi, you have already lost, and that is my child, and it has nothing to do with the king. You can't use him to blackmail the king."

Sima Hui glanced at Qingyun, his eyes darkened, he walked to Sima Rong: "Sima Rong, did you steal that child?"

Sima Rong just sneered.

Sima Hui said: "I didn't want to implicate your family, but now you are blackmailing this king with your child, so don't blame me for being rude!"

Sima Rong raised his head and said, "No, I didn't want to kidnap her child. The origin of her child is unknown. The only one I want to kidnap is the little prince."

Qing Yun didn't believe it: "My son is gone, who else could it be if you didn't kidnap him?"

Sima Rong said: "Tonight, people from Daxing also came to the palace to assist this king in his uprising."

Qing Yun took a few steps back, yes, there were indeed two gangs who chased and killed them at that time.

Sima Hui supported Qingyun and said: "Don't worry, I will find someone to search the palace, and I will also send a secret whistle to Daxing to inquire, but I haven't seen Qing'er... Explain He's alright."

Qing Yun's face was pale and her heart was flustered. She always thought that Sima Rong had kidnapped Qing'er.

She knew that Sima Hui still had a lot of things to do, and said: "Your Majesty, it's all right now, can you allow Qingyun to return to the palace first?"

Sima Hui nodded in agreement and ordered Yan San and Wan Jun to follow her.

Qing Yun returned to the Yilan Hall, briefly dealt with the injury on the leg, led the horse, ordered Yan San and Wan Jun to bring a few people, and began to look for Ling Ziqing.

Sima Hui has ordered the servants and guards to search the palace.

Qing Yun brought Yan San and Wan Jun outside the palace.

The sky is almost dawn, and the blue sky is not sleepy. The injured leg is numb.

The night sky was lit up by the brilliance of torches. Qingyun searched little by little along the grass and ravines, and by the city wall.

Her desolate and helpless figure made them feel uncomfortable and just wanted to find her child quickly.

The sky will be bright, the darkest moment of the day is also the coldest moment of the day, there is still no whereabouts of Ling Ziqing.

Qingyun stood there watching the chaotic world outside the palace, perhaps, Huo Jingyun took it away, and the child must have been brought back to the Yuncheng Palace.

She was exhausted, her legs were twitching, and her injured leg was aching like needles.

She fell into a warm, hard embrace.

"Qingyun, go back with me to rest for a while, if you go further, your legs will be ruined, I let them find it, it was dawn, I sent a lot of people, and now they are looking inside and outside the palace, It must be found."

Qingyun's face was pale and her lips were blue. Sima Hui wrapped Qingyun with his cloak, forcibly hugged her in his arms, and turned on his horse.

Someone ran from behind: "Your Majesty, there is news about the young master!"

Qingyun raised his head suddenly, Sima Hui stopped his horse: "What news?"

The guard handed over a cloth strip: "A man was killed over there, and this cloth strip was found on his body."

Sima Hui looked at it, and it said: "The child is rescued, and it will be returned another day!"

"Rescue? Return?" Sima Hui handed the cloth to Qingyun, "It seems that someone stole the child and was rescued."

Qingyun held the cloth strip, and was shocked!

Although this handwriting is scribbled and simple, it looks like Lingchen's handwriting.

"Where did you find this note?" Qingyun asked.

"It's over there!" The guard pointed to the open space in the distance.

Sima Hui had already hit the horse and walked over to the corpse. Qing Yun dismounted and opened the man's wound to take a look. The wound was thin and deep.

Qing Yun was not sure whether other swords would leave such a mouth, but what she could be sure of was that the Canglong Sword would leave such a sword wound.

Qing Yun kept looking at the note in her hand, the cold wind hit her frozen red hands, but there was a smile on the corner of her mouth.

Sima Hui said: "Since this is the case, it seems that the child is safe for the time being. I don't know who rescued the child. If he can keep this child, the child is definitely not in danger. We will visit slowly. Listen, but now, you have to go back to rest."

Sima Hui once again held Qingyun on his horse and returned to the palace.

After the palace change, the palace was full of wrecks, everyone was busy, and Qingyun returned to the Yilan Palace.

Sima Hui let people prepare hot soup and hot water.

Qing Yun said: "Brother, you should rest too, now the chaos has just passed, there must be a lot of things to deal with in the palace, not to mention so many people have died, Xue Fei's father is dead, Bai Taishou They were all killed, and the queen was also frightened. There are many people you want to comfort, so here I am, you don't have to come here, I'm fine."

Qingyun knows who he is.

Sima Hui patted her hand: "Then you have a good rest, I will find the child, you can rest assured."

He took two steps and turned around: "You are wrong about one thing, if King Yi threatens me with Qing'er, it can threaten me as well!"

He finished speaking.

Qing Yun was stunned for a moment and understood what he meant. Qingyun told King Yi that his children could not threaten Sima Hui, but Sima Hui did not agree.

Qingyun smiled, although he felt a little childish, his heart was still warm.

Xiaojing has woken up, and Sima Hui sent the latest chamberlain and palace maid to Yilan Hall. Qingyun made a simple arrangement, drank the soup, took a bath, and fell asleep.

It was noon when I woke up again.

Qingyun woke up and saw two imperial physicians standing in the yard, the palace maid Xiaoping hurriedly stepped forward and replied: "Madam, the king has sent an imperial physician here to show the lady a leg injury."

Qingyun got up and cleaned up. The imperial doctor cleaned her wound again and used the best trauma medicine. Xiaojing's injury has been seen, and it is not a problem.

Qingyun had lunch and asked the maid to move the stool to sit in the courtyard for a while.

Xiaoping put a cloak on her and brought her a hand stove: "Madam, just sit for a while, the doctor ordered not to move."

There was a loud noise outside.

Qing Yun was startled and asked: "What happened outside?"

The waiter who just came in said: "The lady of the Haitang Palace was frightened and went crazy. She scratched her face..."

"I scratched myself?" Qingyun was shocked.

"Yes."

"Where is the king?" Qingyun didn't know what happened.

"It's there too," answered the waiter.

Qing Yun stood up, thought about it and lay down.

This is his harem, she goes, what is it.

But the voice should be in Sima Hui's Qingsong Hall, because the Yilan Hall where she lives is very close to the Qingsong Hall.

The voice that came was shrill and desperate.

Is she crazy? Frightened? That woman, doesn't look like a woman who can be scared crazy. Sima Rong's sword pointed at her like that, but it didn't shake her.

Qing Yun thought that she knew medicine, maybe she could help her.

She stood up and put on her cloak and walked out: "Let's go and see."

Yan San stopped her: "Madam, the king ordered to let Madam heal in peace..."

Qing Yun said: "I'll go see the king."

She left the Yilan Hall and saw a lot of guards around the gate of Qingsong Hall.

Why are there so many guards?

A servant has already carried the sedan chair, and Qingyun entered the sedan chair.

At Qingsong Hall, Qingyun got off the sedan chair, no one paid attention to her, everyone's eyes were attracted by the woman in front.

Qing Yun watched Sima Hui standing there, with the Queen Pearl standing beside him.

Not far in front of them, a woman with disheveled hair, her white clothes had long been dyed blood red, the blood on her hands was dry and hard, purple and black like ink.

It was Concubine Xue Cheng Xue, the woman who favored the Six Palaces. Sima Hui's favorite woman.

She stood there alone, behind the tall palace wall, like a green mountain, standing there towering like a hood.

Qingyun didn't understand what happened. Last night, she desperately defended Sima Hui's dragon talisman in the hall. Even her own father was killed by Sima Rong. She didn't waver. Why is she so desperate today?

I believe you? I used my life to protect a fake dragon talisman, and I even killed my father!"

Sima Hui was dressed in bright yellow brocade clothes, and his eyes were like obsidian, as if transparent, but he restrained all his emotions, and he could not see even the slightest fluctuation.

"Why? Why lie to me? Those old words, those words, those loves, those days and nights, those vows, are all false?" She blushed.

Qingyun is sad. When a woman asks her lover "why", most likely the man doesn't love her. This was her experience when she was Lan Ling.

Sima Hui was silent for a long time, then replied coldly: "Yes."

Xue Fei shook her body, she propped her sword on the ground, and barely stood still: "You marry me, not just because I look like someone, but for the Pearl, right? Isn't it?"

Sima Hui did not answer, he looked at her: "Xue'er, if you want, you can still stay with this king, this king will not treat you lightly, you are still this Haitang Palace Lord, in addition to the queen's position, this king can also enter your position, you can do whatever you want, as long as you want."

Xue Fei sneered: "Sima Hui, do you know how much medicine I have taken in the past three years in order to have a child of yours? I never thought it was you who gave me medicine. , why do you do this to me!? My father is domineering, but he has never been unfaithful to you!"

Sima Hui frowned slightly, he stood there, the sun was shining behind him, the rays of light shone over him, noble and graceful, as if everyone else was like a mustard in front of him.

The sword in her hand seemed to be unable to support her dilapidated body, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Xue Fei slowly squatted down and picked up the sword on the ground. One of her hands was injured, and she was wrapped in thick gauze. She staggered several times without picking up the sword. The guards watched her warily, and the archers aimed at her.

Sima Hui stretched out his hand to stop the archer, his eyes darkened: "What do you want? Whatever you want, this king will promise you. If you don't want to stay in the palace, this king will let you go. You Let's go, you don't like to be restrained by others, you once said that you don't like life in this palace, you go, you go out of the palace. Sun Lu, let her go!"

"Go? I gave you everything! I killed my father, I want revenge! I hate you! I want to kill you!"

"Okay." Sima Hui's voice was cold.

Qing Yun could see that Sima Hui's arm was shaking slightly. Xue Fei, the woman rumored to be Sima Hui's favorite, this arrogant woman, is Sima Hui really so cruel to her?

Xue Fei slowly staggered over dragging her sword.

The queen held Sima Hui's clothes tightly: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, she's crazy, she's crazy..."

Sima Hui took Mingzhu's hand, pulled Mingzhu behind him, and stood there motionless.

She remembered that when Pearl entered the palace, there was no ceremony, she had no prominent background, and she did not attract anyone's attention. Later, Mingzhu became pregnant, and within three months, she was promoted from a waiter to a queen, breaking the thoughts of many ministers. At the same time, she also had to face too many swords and arrows in the harem.

Later, she also entered the palace. She is the daughter of the prime minister.

After she entered the palace, she was only favored by the king, no one could compare. Those knives and arrows gradually turned to her. She was never afraid.