The villain: the memory is exposed, making the empress cry for forgiveness

Qin Zhimu pressed his heart, only to feel that the vision in front of his eyes suddenly became blurred and confusing.

Her consciousness was violently fluctuating.

She was distraught and dizzy.

The intense and exciting picture shocked her soul, making her unable to stand still.

Amidst the exclamation of all Daqin cultivators, Qin Zhimu threw himself on the spirit boat.

……

In the picture, Lin Yuan's face was stunned for a while, then quickly faded, and he squeezed out a blunt smile.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, I didn't expect the princess to learn how to joke."

The melodious flute sound stopped at this moment, and a gust of night wind blew past, making Qin Zhimu's long hair flutter.

"But since the princess wants to compete with me."

The long hair dancing with the night breeze covered Qin Zhimu's face, making it impossible for Lin Yuan to see the expression on her face at the moment.

"Then I shall accompany you."

he shouted.

"It's just that I won't lose."

"I will too..." Qin Zhimu closed her eyes and whispered in a voice that she could only hear: "Do my best!"

She opened her eyes again, and an ice blue long sword appeared in her hand.

The water spirit on the sword is shining, and the spirit pressure is good, shining brightly in the night.

It was clearly the Xuanling Sword.

wow wow wow-

With the swing of the jade sword, surging water spirits splashed, setting off pieces of waves and shadows.

The graceful body flies like a butterfly, passing through the flowers and moving forward quickly.

Although Qin Zhimu is a woman, she has never neglected her cultivation.

The two are currently at the same spiritual pressure level, both at the peak of the fourth level of the true spirit level.

It's just that Lin Yuan's spiritual pressure background is more than half stronger than ordinary monks of the same rank.

Qin Zhimu is accompanied by the Xuanling Sword, Lin Yuan dare not be careless.

He also pulled out the rapier behind his back with his backhand, followed by a crisp clang erupting from the sword, and stepped forward to bully him.

The two flew forward and unleashed their swords together.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

Under the night, the sound of piercing the air and the sound of sword strikes resounded.

Ethereal and erratic, the subtle swordsmanship that cannot be pondered is staged in the sea of ​​flowers.

The two fought several moves in a row, and it seemed that they were evenly matched, but the result of this competition is naturally needless to say.

Even the sword cultivators at the peak of the true spirit realm were defeated by Lin Yuan, even if Qin Zhimu took advantage of the spirit sword, he couldn't change anything.

What is stronger than the sword is the skill and ability of the sword repair itself.

In this respect, she is much worse than Lin Yuan.

The sword blades continued to meet, and Qin Zhimu quickly turned into a disadvantage, his breath became disordered, and tense cold sweat continued to overflow from his forehead.

After several more moves, Lin Yuan's sword continued to slash more and more fiercely, and he slashed forward with a violent wind that could tear everything apart.

呲!

With a tearing sound, the robe on Qin Zhimu's right shoulder was slashed by the sharp sword wind.

But this sword wind tore not only her robe, but also her right arm.

A blood arrow splashed from Qin Zhimu's right arm, and a shocking long bloodstain appeared on the icy muscles and jade bones.

She groaned in pain, fell to her knees, and the spirit sword fell from the pain in her right arm, and she was defeated.

Seeing this, Lin Yuan immediately put the rapier back into its scabbard, and hurried to Qin Zhimu.

"Princess! Sorry... are you okay?"

Lin Yuan looked ashamed and apologetic. He bent down to help Qin Zhimu up, but he didn't dare to rush in, looking very at a loss.

"I thought you could take that sword just now, but I didn't control the spiritual pressure well." He looked apologetic and worried.

Qin Zhimu shook his head, smiled bitterly, and withdrew the spirit sword.

She pressed her right arm and stood up trembling slightly.

She was pampered and pampered since she was a child, and she has never been injured or suffered this degree of pain since she grew up.

This is……

Painful feeling.

"I'm defeated, it's time to answer Mr. Lin's question truthfully."

The cool night wind blew past, making Qin Zhimu shrink back.

Looking at the blood dripping from Qin Zhimu's right arm, Lin Yuan's expression was very distressed.

"The question can be answered at any time, but your injury, princess..."

"Do not."

Qin Zhimu interrupted Lin Yuan's words by shaking his head, and resolutely refused.

"Mr. Lin, I've thought about it for a long time these days, and I've made up my mind."

She raised her head, revealing a poignant smile.

"If I don't answer today, I won't have the courage to answer in the future..."

Night has completely fallen, and the entire mountain top is bathed in bright moonlight.

"Princess……"

Lin Yuan raised his arm, took a step forward, but slowly put it down again in a state of bewilderment.

He was in a panic, like a child who had done something wrong.

"My lord," Qin Zhimu shook her head slightly: "Don't worry about this little injury, and don't worry about it."

She lowered her head and looked at the bright red flowers soaked in blood on the ground.

"The pain in my heart is worse than the pain in this body."

"Didn't you ask me why I treat you so well?"

Lin Yuan didn't speak, just stood where he was, quietly listening to Qin Zhimu's words as if he was talking to himself.

"If I want to follow my true heart."

Qin Zhimu raised his head, his eyes blurred.

"I think it's probably because I..."

"Adore the young master."

Chapter 82 Deserters

"Because I... love the young master."

As soon as these words came out, waves of voices erupted in the huge imperial palace.

Princess Zhimu confessed her love to the young Emperor Qing.

This is a sentence that keeps echoing in everyone's mind.

If it is said that her eyes, words, and actions towards the young Emperor Qing before, they could be said to be hidden.

So now this confession has completely revealed her truest heart.

Compared to the Crown Prince of Yan Kingdom who had never appeared on the screen, Empress Zhimu actually loved the young Emperor Qing.

During the not too long time of getting along with her, she has already had a deep-rooted love for the young Qingdi.

Although everyone had this hunch before.

But they never imagined that Qin Zhimu was the first to reveal the ambiguous relationship that had always existed between the two.

As she said in her words, it really takes a lot of courage for a woman.

From this point of view, the fact that Emperor Qing took away love with a sword is actually nothing.

If this is the case, why does the current Empress Zhimu have such deep hatred for Emperor Qing?

The monks turned their heads one after another, looking at the spirit boat.

On the spirit boat, Qin Zhimu had already woken up quietly, looking at the copper coffin with dull eyes.

The expression on her face at this moment included pain, confusion, and disbelief.

Muster up all the courage to confess for the first time.

For everyone, this should be an extremely important moment in life, and it should be remembered forever.

But the current Empress Zhimu seems to have completely forgotten about it.

Forget that in that year's Shangyuan Night, when she was still a girl, she confessed to the young Emperor Qing in this scene.

All the monks shook their heads, puzzled.

The chaotic situation of the royal family in the Qin Dynasty, and the strangeness of Empress Zhimu now, how many hidden secrets are there in this.

……

"Princess...you must, must feel wrong."

Lin Yuan subconsciously took a few steps back, away from Qin Zhimu.

"That kind of feeling is not admiration, it's just..."

"That's love!"

Qin Zhimu grabbed Lin Yuan's words and didn't let him finish.

"That is, love."

"Young master..."

She looked at Lin Yuan who was retreating, and smiled poignantly.

"How much more clearly do you want me to speak?"

"No... no, I..."

Lin Yuan shook his head, not knowing how to answer Qin Zhimu.

"How many women in this world are envious of my princess status, everything I can have..."

Qin Zhimu talked about her inner worries to herself.

"But why am I not? I also envy their ordinaryness, and envy that they can pursue what they love regardless of everything."

"Since meeting the young master, this feeling has become clearer and stronger."

Lin Yuan's expression was blank, and he looked at Qin Zhimu blankly.

"I grew up in the palace since I was a child, and it has been more than 16 years now."

"Every day is to watch the sky at dawn and see the clouds at dusk, to enjoy the flowers in spring and to watch the snow in winter, day after day, year after year."

Qin Zhimu's right arm was still oozing blood, dyeing her entire arm bright red.

"Since we separated from the young master, these days in the palace, I haven't missed you for a day, and I haven't missed you for a moment."

"Every day, I think about you when I walk, I think about you when I sit, every night, I think about you when I wake up, and I think about you when I dream."

A small pool of blood had gathered under Qin Zhimu's feet.

"If this is not love, if this is also the feeling in the son's mouth, it is wrong."