Sealing Sword

The so-called reunion after farewell is not necessarily the joy of meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign land, but it may also be the embarrassment of being speechless.

Of course Chu Ziyu didn't talk about Mi Xin's hobbies in front of outsiders, and quietly winked at King Duan, who then put down his wine glass, got up and took Lu Mingyuan to Qinglianju next door.

Lu Mingyuan hesitated for a moment, then presented the letter that Ruan Feiyu had specified to be handed over to the emperor, and then looked back at Chu Xiwei with a worried look on his face, but he only received a calm glance, so he had no choice but to follow him out.

As soon as they left, Qing Guan behind the screen also came out holding the piano, only Chu Xiwei and Chu Ziyu were left in Anxiangju, and there were no other people waiting.

Chu Xiwei sat down with a flick of her clothes, took an unused wine glass and poured herself a full one, and gulped down expressionlessly.

Chu Ziyu was close to him back then, so he naturally knew that this cousin had a temper.In the past, as an elder brother, he would mostly follow him no matter what, but now that he is a Ninth Five-Year Master, seeing Chu Xiwei like this, he suddenly felt a little complicated.

It was as if a seed that he thought had rotted broke out in his heart. The green seedling was small and pitifully fragile, but he couldn't bear to step on it again.

The two brothers who were once inseparable became what they are today, and it would be a lie to say that Chu Ziyu took this for granted.

Especially Chu Xiwei herself, from the beginning to the end, did not have anything to feel sorry for him.

What Chu Ziyu cared about was Chu Xiwei's parents and the sabotage that happened when the palace changed. However, after thinking about it for a long time, he really couldn't think of what Chu Xiwei did wrong.

Those who don't know are not guilty, not to mention that he was so young back then.

However, there are many things in the world that are hard to say, and there is no clear right or wrong.Up to now, how many grievances and grievances have been vanished yesterday, whether the enthusiasm of those two friends or the opposing positions, for the two of them, it is nothing but empty talk.

Chu Ziyu's heart was full of thoughts, but his face was watertight. After reading the blood-stained letter, he raised the wine pot after a long silence and refilled a glass for Chu Xi before smiling, "Don't worry about me poisoning you!" ?"

"Brother Ziyu has always boasted that he is a gentleman. If you use the trick of poisoning, you are just insulting yourself." Chu Xiwei drank the second glass of wine, and now his alcohol capacity is not what it used to be. It's just a taste, and I don't even feel half drunk.

He spoke with certainty, not only because of his understanding of Chu Ziyu, but also because of his confidence in himself.

It is indeed very different from the child who only knew how to cry and blow his hair back then.

That night, Zaidu came and went in a hurry, and Chu Ziyu sent the knife away again. She was so entangled in her heart, and it was complicated and difficult for Chu Xiwei, but she didn't take a serious look at what he had become.

Hearing this now, and looking at Chu Xiwei's handsome eyebrows through the bright candlelight in the room, Chu Ziyu was inevitably a little dazed, and soon recovered, drank a glass, and said: "I thought the last time we parted , is the eternal farewell.”

"Do you think I'll feel comfortable seeing your face?" Chu Xiwei put down her wine glass, speaking mercilessly, with no good looks on her face.

He let go of his love and hatred for Ye Fusheng, but he still has a heart for Chu Ziyu. Although he no longer intends to kill him, it is impossible for him to be like his childhood sweetheart.

His words were blunt, but Chu Ziyu didn't get angry. After all, there have been too many people who have watched the honey-belly sword in recent years. Such a straightforward like and dislike is exactly what he wished for.

Chu Ziyu smiled, but there was coldness in his eyes: "Aren't you afraid that I will punish you for being so rude to the king of a country?"

"It's the fault of the grassroots." Hearing this, Chu Xiwei's mouth slowly curled into a smile, "The grassroots Chu Xiwei will see the emperor, long live your majesty, long live, long live, long live, long live... so, okay?"

His words were very decent, but his tone didn't show the slightest respect, and he didn't even salute. Rather than seeing the emperor, it was no different from seeing the red and white faces on the stage.

However, after this question and answer, the coldness in Chu Ziyu's eyes melted away.

He laughed in a low voice, the laughter rolled in his throat twice before overflowing the corner of his mouth, he stretched out his hand to wipe the corner of his eyes, and said: "Xi Wei, you have changed."

Chu Xiwei finally looked him straight.

This is the second meeting in ten years. Compared to the last time when Zai Ye Du was distracted and hurriedly met, this time under the bright lights, he can be regarded as taking a good look at this man who is no longer what he used to be.

Chu Ziyu was only four years older than him, and he should be at the prime of his life now, but his eyes already contained the vicissitudes of life. Although he smiled without saying a word, he was more awe-inspiring.

The gold-painted jade crown erected her long hair neatly, but with Chu Xiwei's eyesight, she still saw a few traces of imperceptible frost.

Back then, the 15-year-old boy became the last winner in the bloody palace change. He did not know how much blood and bones he stepped on to get to the position, but everyone knew that when he sat in that seat, it was the beginning of all swords and swords.

Overthinking is a sharper tool to make people grow older than ruthless years. It is easy to be a mediocre person, but Chu Ziyu has Ling Yunzhi in his heart, and vows to reform and find a new path.

Seeking success in his position is never an understatement.

Chu Ziyu rubbed the white porcelain wine glass with her fingers, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "When you left, I looked at your eyes and felt that you would either never return to Tianjing in this life, or you would come back to fight with me."

Chu Xi smiled slightly.

Before his laughter faded away, Chu Ziyu felt a blur in front of his eyes. He didn't move his lower body and turned his upper body slightly. He raised his hand in a gesture of "grabbing flowers" to catch the strong wind. There was a tingling pain in the side of the neck.

Chu Xiwei, who was originally sitting opposite him, crossed the small table and came behind him in the blink of an eye. She not only made a false move to lure him into making a wrong hand, but also pressed a piece of broken porcelain against the lifeline in his throat.

The sharp porcelain chip has already pierced the skin, and a drop of scarlet has already stained it, no matter how close Chu Xiwei's hand is, Chu Ziyu will become a dead person.

The murderous aura that he hadn't noticed before was revealed at this moment. Chu Ziyu only felt that the aura of the person behind him suddenly changed, turning into countless fangs piercing the flesh and blood, wishing to tear him apart.

There was a bronze mirror on the opposite side, which reflected the situation behind him at this time - the smile on the corner of Chu Xiwei's mouth hadn't disappeared, but his eyes had turned cold, as if the night had suddenly been infected with a demon, turning the living into ghosts.

"I have killed many kinds of people, but I have never killed the emperor..." Chu Xiwei slowly pursed her lips, her voice turned cold, "Brother Ziyu, do you think I dare?"

Chu Ziyu's instinct as a warrior made him subconsciously want to take action to get out of trouble, but he suppressed it and refilled his glass of wine instead: "Of course you dare, but you won't be so stupid."

Of course the murderous intent erupted at that moment was real, Chu Ziyu felt Chu Xiwei's murderous intent very clearly, even though his hand holding the cup was still steady, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

He has become the Ninth Five-Year Master, but government affairs have occupied most of his energy and time over the years.Even though Ye Fusheng doesn't hide his secrets, although Chu Ziyu's martial arts has improved compared to ten years ago, it is far inferior to Chu Xiwei who abandoned her past and devoted herself to the rivers and lakes.

Chu Xiwei's talent was already better than him, and Ye Fusheng had already said that he would surpass himself in martial arts.It’s just that at that time, Chu Xiwei was still the little emperor’s grandson who was well-clothed and well-fed. When practicing martial arts, he always liked to steal and play tricks. It wasn’t until after the palace change that he lost everything that he really put his mind on martial arts. Wu Xia Amon.

A month ago, Chu Ziyu had the upper hand in the fight between rabbits and falcons in Yedu, but in fact it was Chu Xiwei who got confused by his words first, and was caught off guard by the "thunder" that had been prepared for a long time. Although Chu Xiwei was forced to retreat in one fell swoop, he couldn't really hurt him.

From then on, Chu Ziyu really realized that the meatball Chu Yao who was rounded and flattened by others had really disappeared, replaced by Chu Xiwei, the master of the ghost sect who walked in the dark night and killed him.

It is also because of this that Chu Ziyu can be sure that he will not do anything.

If he was the same Chu Yao who had nothing and was full of hatred, he would be willing to tear himself apart and dare to bring down the emperor. However, if he bears the responsibility of a hundred ghosts, he will not put his personal hatred above thousands of innocent people.

A person who has nothing to worry about can be indifferent and invulnerable, but Chu Xiwei who has a responsibility must think twice before acting, no matter how much hatred abounds, she will not really kill him.

Chu Ziyu drank the wine in the glass, and Chu Xiwei also let go of the broken porcelain in her hand.

At the moment when the flesh was pierced just now, countless past events surged up with the fire of hatred, and those grievances and hatreds were all accompanied by joys and sorrows. Chu Xiwei almost lost control of herself and almost slit Chu Ziyu's throat. Make a dust settlement for this half-life upside-down time.

But just as Chu Ziyu expected, he still didn't.

Turning around and sitting down, breathing calmly as usual, Chu Xiwei drank a glass of wine and said: "Seeing that you and Prince Duan are in the same room, it seems that no matter whether you are uncle or nephew, monarch or minister, the left and right have reached a consensus, so I wasted my trip. "

"It's beyond my expectation that you made this trip." Chu Ziyu smiled, "I think you already know quite a lot about Prime Minister Ruan."

Chu Xi sneered slightly: "It's a position that is always placed on the tip of the knife, but there are a large group of lifeless things desperately trying to sit on it."

Chu Ziyu put his hand on his forehead: "It's a pity that if the person sitting in this seat makes a mistake, the consequences will be disastrous."

The sneer at the corner of Chu Xiwei's mouth froze for an instant.

"King Li is a wolf with ambition, colluding with foreign races and forces in the rivers and lakes, and secretly clearing away obstacles for his plot, and he is too good at hiding his edge. If there is no scheme by Prime Minister Ruan this time, maybe I will never know who stabbed me in the back until I die " Chu Ziyu's finger landed on the letter, and a stern look appeared in his eyes, "I don't regret my death, but the great Chu country cannot fall into the hands of a villain who can betray the country for his own gain."

Chu Xiwei said: "What's the use of you telling me this?"