Chaotic times Shura way

Re-granting him the Golden Seal of Supervising the Kingdom will no longer hinder his repeated reforms in the court.The two expected that the emperor must have successors. From this point of view, could it be——

"If my son achieves his dream, the royal family will be able to get rid of the shackles of the nobles forever and become the sole ruler of Southern Chu... I am happy to see the result." Just as Bai Lingfei thought, the emperor nodded happily:

"The crown prince is my sharp blade. Before he succeeds completely, I will not break my own knife."

——Sure enough!After the prince and the crown prince lose both sides in the fight, the emperor can sit behind the scenes to reap the benefits of the fisherman!

"But his role is nothing more than that." Dijun suppressed his smile and poured another cup for Bai Lingfei himself——

"The person you are following is an excellent chess piece. He will exist in history as a tragic hero...but he will never be able to dominate the world." He slowly opened his lips: "The real chess player is only me. That's all."

Bai Lingfei took the wine glass with both hands, and suddenly smiled faintly: "Does Your Majesty want the last general to abandon the crown prince?"

"I didn't ask you to choose between us, you made your choice early on. I just want to know one thing..." Dijun picked up the white jade cup with his fingers, and asked him in a low voice:

"If the Crown Prince dies in battle one day, will you be loyal to me, Master Yujian?"

The emperor raised his neck and drank first.

Holding the cup in both hands, Bai Lingfei froze in the air, and suddenly returned to the evening when the two went south to Jinyan and the blue water and sunset.

Jing Yan looked from the side of the boat with his hands behind his back, and he took in the entire sea in his eyes——

In fact, you don't have to be loyal to me only, the crown prince said to him so calmly.

In the imperial study room, the commander of the front wolf army resolutely raised his eyes, and drank the wine to the end in an instant.

"If your majesty agrees with the crown prince's ideals, he will be willing to wear armor for life until your majesty realizes his ideals."

"For my dead son?"

"No." Bai Lingfei replied resolutely, "It's not for the crown prince, nor for loyalty to His Majesty."

Dijun raised his eyebrows with great interest.

"The general will only be loyal to this country."

In the early spring, the imperial study room is filled with the cool fragrance of Clivia.

At that time, no one expected that this major general would spend his whole life of ups and downs in honor and disgrace to fulfill his steadfast promise to Nan Chu.

When he stepped out of the imperial study, the eunuch summoning outside stepped forward and whispered to Bai Lingfei:

"Major General, I hope you will return to Beijing safely in the near future."

The major general in light armor turned around in surprise.

The eunuch sighed softly: "I don't have your heroic ability... but a good general who is loyal to the country, if there is one more, it is one more."

"Actually, all the greatest protections start from this insignificant intention."

Holding the sword in front of his chest, Bai Lingfei gave a standard military salute to the eunuch, showing off his face and smiling:

"My lord's heart, Lingfei will cherish it and bring it to Tianyin Mountain."

The eunuch was summoned and returned a bow.

He set foot on the road to leave the palace, thoughtful in his heart——

Back then, Marshal Zhaoguo had achieved great military exploits, and in the end he retreated to the Immortal Land sadly. In fact, it was not because he was indifferent to fame and fortune, but because Emperor Huaiyang did everything he could to keep the Master of Yujian Sect, which caused an irreparable rift between the two...

After toasting each other for the last glass of wine, the emperor suddenly smiled and asked:

"I don't know if what my son is treating you now is true love, or a utilitarian game?"

——No, Jing Yan is definitely not that kind of person.

Bai Lingfei shook his head to drive away his thoughts, and felt that it was time to narrow his mind.

Pingjing Tianjie in the early morning is at its most deserted and lonely.

Two months ago, Jing Yan and Bai Lingfei returned to the imperial court, commanding elite soldiers to look down on all beings on horseback; but now, the crown prince is just silently interlocking fingers with him, savoring the ordinary happiness of being with the one he loves.

The road seemed endless, and none of them let go.

The Yongjia Gate in the north of the city was looming in the morning fog, Yiya pushed Xiaotian in the wheelchair, and followed behind the two of them, sighing softly.

Bai Lingfei stopped in front of the city gate.

They both hold each other very hard, and they also know that there are thousands of words hidden in each other's chests.However, at this moment, all thoughts were transmitted to the other party's heart through the opposing palms.

He felt that the atrium was very warm and soft, as soft as if soaked in the old daughter's red, vigorously fermented and fermented, so drunk that his bones were numb, so drunk that he completely forgot himself, so drunk that he had a tiny extravagant hope——

They hope that this road will lead them to the end of time.

"Just send it here, I know the way to Tianyin Mountain."

"What if you are intercepted by Mingjiao?"

"...If you can't talk, just fight. I have more confidence in Jiuxuan than your heartless sword."

Jing Yan laughed dumbfounded, and let him go slowly.

Bai Lingfei turned around and looked at the boy with a smile on his face.

"...Brother Fei." Xiaotian was silent for a long time, and finally hesitantly said: "When will you come back?"

"Fool, I didn't say that I would stay on the battlefield for the rest of my life." Bai Lingfei squatted down beside the boy, and patted his head softly: "I will come back, the young princess is by your side, and I will leave in a few days." You will forget me, and you are afraid of being lonely."

Xiaotian wanted to speak anxiously, but after going through the vicissitudes of life and death this year, the once innocent and carefree child finally understood one thing:

It's time for him to grow up.

He is no longer a child who only knows how to hide behind Brother Fei...he wants to grow up and protect him with his own strength.

He looked at Bai Lingfei reluctantly, just like watching An Ruoran go down the mountain alone on the plank road, but this time he didn't cry, but made a vow in his heart, and then said firmly with a grown-up expression:

"The next time you come back, I will grow up to be a man of indomitable spirit."

The willows are growing new weeping strands... It seems to be another season for the spring breeze to cross the south of the Yangtze River.

On the day when Shaoyaoju looked at the rice fields and laughed and played, it was obviously just the last spring scene, but it was farther away than eternity—so far away that they could never go back.

Bai Lingfei's eyes became more and more scorching, and there seemed to be a layer of moisture.

"Stupid child, it doesn't matter if you grow up or not... You are always in my heart, the little one I love the most."

Xiaotian gritted his teeth and grinned at him with a big piercing smile.

Yiya said sadly: "I will accompany Xiaotian well, Brother Lingfei, be careful on your way."

Bai Lingfei nodded gratefully to her, and finally, he turned back to Jing Yan's side.

The crown prince pursed his lips and whistled, Dada's hooves shattered the silence.

Bai Lingfei stared intently at the horses running towards the city gate, and suddenly his eyes lit up:

"Gaochang's bloody BMW?"

Shenju stopped obediently beside Jing Yan, stretched out his head and sniffed him vigorously.The crown prince smoothed its mane, and said calmly: "The sword is given to the hero, but your sword is already the most precious treasure in the world. I can't afford anything else, so I have to pick a good horse to replace it."

"Brother Huang said it too casually." Yi Ya suddenly covered her mouth and chuckled, "This is the most famous horse in Tianshan Mountains, the only thoroughbred horse in ten thousand. It was originally a gift from the emperor. But Brother Huang cherishes it very much, and never went out with the army after giving it away. If it wasn't for you, he would be reluctant to give the treasure away."

Bai Lingfei suddenly realized:

He can even let go of the bed sheets, and now he is giving a gift, why is this guy so pretentious?

Jing Yan glanced at Yiya - what are you talking about?Stuffed, right?

Yiya held back her smile—as a younger sister, I had no choice but to help you get here.

"The horse has already been sent to you, you can change the name."

Bai Lingfei pondered for a while, then suddenly smiled at Ma'er: "Xiaoyan, come here."

Yiya and Xiaotian: "..."

The crown prince who was standing with the horse was helpless: "...who is your name?"

Bai Lingfei blinked, pointed at the horse and said, "It, do you want me to give you a nickname?"

Xiaoyan was just crying stupidly, okay?The crown prince felt chills for no reason, and directly rejected his proposal: "No, you can change its name to something normal."

Seeing that Bai Lingfei was thinking hard again, Jing Yan felt bad, and immediately threw out a name: "Jueying."

Bai Lingfei and the horse did not move.

"Red rabbit."

Still no response.

"Chase the wind."

The horse simply turned its head away.

...you pick up other people's off-the-shelf goods, can you be more sincere?

Bai Lingfei smiled, "Xiaohong."

The rare sweaty horse in the world hissed up to the sky, stepped on the snowy hooves, and walked over with a proud attitude——

Sniff left and right on Bai Lingfei.

The more Xiaohong sniffed, the happier she became, and in the end she still relied on him.

Jing Yan's heart was ashamed, "Can you have some backbone, can you bear such a domineering name?"

"What is Xiaoyan talking about?"

boom--

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was immediately shocked.

Yiya and Xiaotian only looked at each other without speaking——

If Bai Lingfei held a class for "On the correct way to tame the crown prince", those princes and nobles would have to fight for the places.

"Okay, I'm leaving, thank you for sending me Xiaohong."

"It's a hard-earned horse after all. Do you only have a word of thanks?"

Hey, who is the person who sent the horse as grass? Xiao Yan!

"Again you want to - um!"

Jing Yan cupped his face, lowered his head and kissed him on the throat.

Different from the intense lingering in the bed, the eyes of the two are full of tender affection, frank and warm without reservation.

Dawn broke in the sky of Pingjing at this moment, and the faint golden light slowly shone on them.

The Yongjia Gate, which goes north to the Hannan Plain, opens inch by inch.

Jing Yan hugged him tightly, desperately breathing the breath in his hair, "Take care of yourself."

Bai Lingfei rested his head on his shoulder, and responded docilely: "En."

"Lingfei."

"Um?"

"I love you."

Bai Lingfei smiled faintly, "Well, me too."

At dawn, the city of Pingjing began to wake up from its deep sleep.

The boy in white, one person and one horse, galloped indulgently on the plain, his back was as pure as a feather.

Yiya and Xiaotian gradually looked away.

"Brother Lingfei is gone..." Yiya asked softly, "How long will he be gone?"

——Tianyin Mountain is only five hundred miles away from Pingjing, and with the footsteps of sweaty horses, it only takes two days at most to reach Yaya City.

"He's going to keep going...until he falls down, or until he reaches the finish line."

Jing Yan said in a deep voice.

The crown prince turned around resolutely, and the bloody fortress seemed to be staring at him from afar, like a pair of cold eyes.

—It was a silent call.

"A new round of turmoil will soon begin."

He whispered so under the morning sun.

☆、Hell flower

There is no star in the dark sky, the cold moon hanging in the west alone, even reveals a strange scarlet color——

When he left Gaojindu three years ago, it was exactly the same red moon night.

The wind blew obliquely, and the Luoshui suddenly rippled. The swordsman in black lowered his head slightly, as if he had smelled a rusty smell in the water.

Dozens of figures swept down from the high slopes in all directions one after another, bowing respectfully:

"Marshal, everything is ready."

The swordsman closed his eyes for a long time, then suddenly smiled.

——The smile reflected the sharp knife scratch on the left cheek, showing a kind of indescribable vicissitudes and carelessness.

"Okay..." He said lightly, "Now let's go to meet our Majesty back."

There are many thousand-year-old temples in Luoyang, and the most detached one is the White Horse Temple at the foot of Beiman Mountain.

No one can imagine that there will be a dungeon in the temple, and the dungeon will imprison a person at this moment!

The man had long hair hanging on the ground, and was tied around the neck by a chain as thick as an arm.

The faint sound of weapons clashing above the dungeon woke him up from his deep sleep again.

The sound of fighting was as dense as rain, which made people almost suffocate.

But his pupils did not see waves.

Half of his face is covered by long hair, he looks like a grieving ghost, but the other half of his face is pale and enchanting enough to take one's soul away——

But he was left with nothing but dead ashes.

During the long imprisonment, he was never moved by any humiliation, only a thought in his heart surfaced day and night:

Missing is comparable to hanging, and finally makes this manjusawa wither in despair and quietly in the dark.

Across the entire prison corridor, there was only a commotion at the entrance of the dungeon, and someone shouted loudly:

"Damn it! The master here is very difficult to deal with! Hurry up and take care of him!"

A group of warriors with swords quickly entered the dungeon, hid in the deepest cell, and shouted angrily: "Quick! Get in!"

The man had always looked blank, but when he heard this sentence, he suddenly sneered:

"Think I can't leave because of you?" He squinted coldly, and said clearly: "Dream."

The samurai guarding outside the prison door were extremely angry, but in front of that unarmed man, no one dared to speak out to refute!

——Since he was imprisoned at the bottom of the White Horse Temple, many dead men broke through barriers just to rescue him, and some masters even killed him in front of him, but the iron in the world could not cut off the black gold chains that locked him.

At that time, the young man who once ruled the famous capital of the world was heartbroken, and he just said to the subordinates who were desperate for the Savior:

"I won't leave...unless it's him who comes."

Seeing the entire group of dead soldiers wiped out, he didn't even move the corner of his eyes!

At first, I thought he was simple and unreasonable, but as time went by, he suffered great humiliation and kept silent. The warrior finally realized:

It turned out that the person imprisoned here was already a living dead.

Even without the Wujin chain, he has trapped himself for a lifetime, so why worry about someone robbing him out?

It's just that those emperors' love and hatred that the warriors don't understand are also buried under the thousand-year-old name forever with a heart that died too early.

The fighting in the dungeon stopped suddenly, and dozens of corpses rolled down the stone steps of the secret passage one after another!

All the warriors in the dungeon changed their colors in an instant.

——The team guarding the White Horse Temple are all elite fighters in the imperial city, why would they cut their throats and die when they only met each other? !

Another samurai rolled down the dungeon, pointed to the stairs, and said intermittently before dying:

"marshal……"

marshal?General Ye De was supposed to be in the Luoyang imperial city, how could he appear in Mangshan for no reason?

They stared at me, and they all saw the panic in each other's eyes:

The people imprisoned in the White Horse Temple are extremely important. The sage has deployed heavy troops for a long time. From the abbot to the floor-sweeping monk in the temple, they are all part of the defense network. Cangjing Pavilion?

In the blink of an eye, sword energy approached from the entrance of the secret passage.

The air in the dungeon seemed to be completely drained by this sword. You could clearly see and hear it, and the swaying of the wind lamp was close in front of your eyes, but no one could move it!

They didn't know what to do, so they didn't dare to act rashly - all their senses and touches were completely abolished by the sword energy in an instant!

This sword has surpassed the world's good fortune, and even broke away from the realm that "humans" can reach!

——In Luoyang, who else can be so tyrannical?

The sword energy approached again, and the leading warrior on the secret passage of the dungeon had no way to retreat, so he resolutely went up to meet it.

"break!"

Swords rise quietly in the darkness, pointing at each other's chests:

If the comer doesn't return his sword, his long sword will penetrate through his body and take his life directly!

The swords were only an inch away from the intersection, but the blade suddenly took an arc, bent slightly outward, and wiped the warrior's neck lightly.

The tip of the sword came to a standstill, and the samurai finally saw the opponent's face.

At the last moment of his life, he actually smiled with relief——

Sure enough, this is the only person...so close to a godly swordsman...

I used to follow this strong man, but the greed in my heart was no match for the lure. Since then, I have been guarding Mang Mountain for several years without a moment of peace in my heart.

"Anshuai... original...forgive... subordinate, betrayal——"

The samurai collapsed and was able to die at the hands of the former commander. He had no pain, only repentance and relief.

The black-clothed swordsman who broke into the dungeon seemed to sigh, and the tip of his sword pointed to the depths of the dungeon again.

——The face in front of him does not need words or actions, he already represents a legend.

But at this moment, the rest of the warriors seemed to see the resurrection of a legend, their whole bodies trembled from the top of their heads to their toes, and even their pores throbbed with panic!

He is so shocking to the soul that people can't help but abandon their swords and worship!

The group of 18 people in the dungeon, like other people in the temple, lost their souls as soon as they saw the sword move.

The visitor picked up the key with the tip of his sword, stepped over the corpse step by step, and finally reached the door of the cell.

The iron gate was opened, and in the dark prison, the young man's smile was as bright as blood:

"If so, are you here to kill me?"

If so.

Time rolls back, An Ruoran seems to have returned to the season of flowers blooming in Luoyang, and he met him for the first time.

The boy stumbled and fell in the field. The knight who had just entered the rivers and lakes couldn't see it. On a whim, Rutian stretched out his hand and pulled him up.

At that moment, his lower body was not stable, and there was a sly look in Luohe Huajian, so he was hugged tightly by someone——

Even though the man fell down in the peony bushes, he smiled like a manjushahua. When he first met, he splashed a demon red all over his body.

That year when they met Luoshui, the sea of ​​flowers was like waves; after that, fate added many brilliant colors to that scene.

Scenes of the past melted into smoke in Ming Huaiyu's soft call.

——It turns out that no matter how much glory there is, it can't compare to his bewitching and dazzling smile.

The flowers on the other shore have bloomed and thanked for years, and he has stepped on the river of forgetting by mistake several times. He is still Huaiyu, his Huaiyu.

"I'm late."

After three years of separation, it seems like a lifetime away.

The swordsman was soaked in blood, staining the young man's shabby long clothes red.

In such blood and blood, Ming Huaiyu's face was vaguely satisfied:

"No, you came a lot earlier..."

"I thought I had to go to the underworld before I could see you at Naihe Bridge."

An Ruoran breathed desperately until the air filled his lungs with pain. He had already rubbed Ming Huaiyu into his heart, his flesh and blood mingled together until the ashes disappeared and they would never part again.

"I'll take you away."

"Impossible... In order to help Second Emperor Uncle imprison me, Mingjiao used Wu Jinsuo, one of the three most precious treasures in the sect. You can't save me."

Sure enough, An Ruoran touched the iron ring around his neck.

—— According to the rumors, Fuguang imprisoned the previous teacher Wang Fengyu with Wujin Xiansuo, so that he could control Guangmingding in one fell swoop eight years ago and complete the hegemony of ruling Mobei.This cable is designed for the invincible Jingsha Knife against the wind and feathers. It is unparalleled in the world in terms of strength. Once any weapon is cut, it will only be cut in half by it!

In just a short moment, Ming Huaiyu had regained his will, and his eyes had the radiance of the past, "The White Horse Temple has completely fallen under the control of the Ming Cult. Before the city is surrounded by troops, you should leave here!"

The cell was still silent, the swordsman bowed his head in meditation and did not respond.Ming Huaiyu urged anxiously, "Go!"

A faint light shone from the end of the stone steps, and there was a kind of breath secretly flowing in the prison.

An Ruoran opened her tiger eyes fiercely, the sword in her right hand suddenly raised, and in a gesture of "breaking water", she slashed at Jin Suo mercilessly!

The authentic lights jumped violently, and then all went silent.

"when!"

The sound penetrated straight through the dungeon, and unexpectedly rang throughout the entire White Horse Temple, even the green grass under Mang Mountain was shaken by it!

Dazzling sparks burst out from the edge of the sword, and the half-broken sword flew horizontally, smashing into pieces when it hit the iron grid!

Ming Huaiyu caught the body that was leaning forward, and the warmth dripped down his face, more blood than An Ruoran's beheading all over the White Horse Temple!

"If so!"

"Don't try again! You're not leaving, you're just putting yourself in!"

——The "Breaking Water" stance he used was already extremely powerful. When the long sword touched Wu Jinsuo and was bounced back to him intact, he was completely injured by his own [-]th stance of Yujian in an instant; if he slashed a second time, He will be shocked to death by his own sword at any time!

"What nonsense?" The man who could have inherited Jiuxuan when he was young didn't care, the corners of his bloody lips pulled up slightly: "I can't take you away, what am I going out for?"

Ming Huaiyu wanted to cry and laughed.

How many years have passed... He is still so stubborn, he wanted to pull himself out of the sea of ​​flowers when he first met, and now he still insists on saving him.

If I had known that I would miss him for the rest of my life, when the flowers bloomed by Luoshui, I would never have smiled at him and stretched out my hand——

I can have no redemption... But I can't let him be dyed red by hell flowers.

"Huaiyu..." As if knowing what he was thinking, An Ruoran said in a low voice, "I made a mistake once, this time I can't let you go."

There was commotion in many places above the dungeon, and the sound of hooves on the ground was very clear in the dungeon.

Ming Huaiyu looked at him silently, but saw An Ruoran gripping the hilt of the sword tightly, raising Qi luck again!

——What a swordsman really relies on is not the sword, but the heart.

The half-cut sword swung quickly in the air, the snow was as bright as light, and it perfectly spun out the sixth form "Red Earth"——

Among the worldly thoughts in the world, only love and friendship are the most difficult to kill.

He can cut off the divine soldiers with his blade, but he can't cut through the eternity that fate has written for them.

The sound of the impact overwhelmed the hooves of [-] horses from the imperial city, and it was even better than the thousand-year-old bell of the White Horse Temple.

Beimang Mountain frightened the birds in an instant, and the imperial capital Luoyang, the loud noise of Wujinsuo being broken lingered all night.

The most valiant army in Luoyang City in the past was fighting desperately with thousands of cavalry in the temple.

The faction that supported the old emperor had organized many surprise attacks on the White Horse Temple in the past, and the troops they sent were always in vain and never returned.Tonight, the force of the attack was unprecedentedly strong. In the middle of the night, the entire ancient temple was captured like a broken bamboo, and almost all the guards were wiped out.

Luoyang City responded quickly and sent the most elite cavalry team from the imperial city Xiaoqi to protect the temple.

The most intense and brutal fighting occurred in the second half of the night.

Reinforcements continued to come out from Luoyang City, and the advantage of the old imperial faction had been completely reversed.

This team of dead soldiers knew that this battle would not be won easily, but they all fought bravely with the determination to return with the enemy:

This time, it is the time when they are closest to victory!

The sound of metallic sound finally shook the whole temple.

The Royal Knights still don't know the secrets of the dungeon, but those dead soldiers seem to have taken a elixir, and everyone looks ecstatic!

Wu Jinsuo, who was listed as one of the three best along with Mingjiao Five Poisons / Pharmacopoeia and Temple Turntable, was destroyed in the hands of a broken sword.

——From this moment on, the way forward of the old Huangpai has been completely rewritten!

"Shuai An!"

On the Daxiong Palace, An Ruoran jumped down from the glazed tiles, flying over Luoyang like a swan soaring across the sky and across Yuechuan.

Both the attackers and defenders in the ancient temple are witnessing this scene for the sake of history:

The famous general and commander who once moved the north, after three years of hermitage, finally returned to the imperial capital in the fight tonight!

"And...your majesty, that's your majesty!"

Everyone present not only recognized An Ruoran, but also saw the young man on his back with a light face and a coquettish smile——

The old Emperor Huaiyu!

"Welcome to my emperor—!"

The moment Ming Huaiyu followed An Ruoran to the ground, the shouts of hundreds of dead men shook the White Horse Temple.

The lieutenant general Xiaoqi who was commanding outside the Baodian square was so frightened that he almost fainted, but in a blink of an eye An Ruoran chopped him off his horse with a sword.

"Retreat!" An Ruoran shouted sharply.

Ming Huaiyu got on the horse, An Ruoran pouted his lips as a whistle, opened the way with his sword first, and let all the dead soldiers retreat out of the ancient temple.

"Come up!"

Under the crimson moon, the young man who had been an emperor stretched out his hand to him.

That scene overlapped with the scenery of Luoshui flower fields in an instant, and the person who just reached out his hand changed from him to Ming Huaiyu.

An Ruoran held him.

They obliterated the understanding they had back then, experienced glory, shared pain and betrayal, and finally held each other's hands tightly again.

An Ruoran wrapped his arms around his waist, held a bloody knife in the other, and rode away with him from the White Horse Temple.

Under the command of the commander, the Xiaocai army tried their best to pursue them and chased them out of the Yiluo Plain at the foot of Beiman Mountain.

On the top of the White Horse Temple, Ren Yifan watched the whole bloody fight with cold eyes:

"His martial arts have been completely restored by Bai Lingfei."

Yan Lanyu's face was covered with heavy gauze, but she was not surprised when she heard the words.Ren Yifan's eyes burst into flames, and after a long while, he suddenly fell silent, and sighed, he took her hand:

"Does the king want us to go after him?"

Yan Lan glanced lightly at Yiluo Lianghe, but she didn't resist, but she didn't hold Ren Yifan back either.

"No need."

"King Changming is about to unify the grasslands. Southern Chu will soon be overwhelmed. Changsun Sheng has lived up to the king's expectations and has poisoned his father. Qinchuan, who is [-] miles away, will also be inherited by the eldest son of the emperor, Sun Kai... Zheng Guo Luoyang , It’s time for chaos.” She stood proudly in the wind, like a goddess overlooking all living beings on the Luo River:

"Anyway, Ming Huaiyu can't get rid of our control. An Ruoran helps him restore the throne, but it will be more beneficial to the Holy Church."

Ren Yifan looked at this woman obsessively——

He thought he understood her, and every time he enjoyed her tenderness, he had the illusion that he already had her.

It was just a momentary illusion.

He has never been able to read her heart, just as a mortal cannot truly possess a god.

——But even if it can only be kissed and touched, as long as she needs him, he will be happy.

"What's happened to the Pope recently?" He asked in a low voice.

Yan Lan said calmly: "He is still determined to revive the former teaching king."

Knowing that the answer was so, Ren Yifan still couldn't stop being shocked:

Why is the king so obsessed with the person who died in his hands?

He clearly has the courage to rule the grassland, but he is willing to confine himself in the temple to learn the art of soul, without seeing the sun for many years. Is Feng Yu's former teacher really so important to him?

"There is no change in the Palace of Divine Medicine. The four bottles of absolute poison that were locked in the palace after the king ascended the throne were still intact before I left Kunlun." Yan Lan frowned suddenly, it was a rare expression observed on her face It means that there are indeed ups and downs in her heart at the moment:

"However, King Changming visited Kunlun a month ago."

The overlord of the grassland Anahuan's visit to Guangmingding is a top secret in the altar, and only Yan Lan, the number two figure in the sect, has the opportunity to know about it.

Ren Yifan was also touched, obviously this news is of great significance to the whole Mobei: "Is it about the war against the Shiwei clan?"

Yan Lan shook her head, "It shouldn't be... about the war, King Changming should have consulted with the Xianbei God of War, why would he leave the frontline military situation and come west to visit the Holy Cult?"

"However, I was ordered by the Pope to wait outside the hall, and I vaguely heard them arguing about the 'Phoenix'."

"'Phoenix'?" Ren Yifan was puzzled: "I've never heard of it, what is it?"

"I don't know either." Luoshui breezed, Yan Lan bowed her head in meditation, and suddenly said again: "During their conversation, they mentioned that the "Phoenix" has begun to wake up—could it be a person?"

Ren Yifan accompanied her to look at Yiluo:

Who is Fenghuang, who can be talked about by Changming King and Jiaowang...?

☆, conquer

In the imperial capital of Luoyang late at night, the army marched at night and the city gates were under martial law, and the whole capital fell into a tense atmosphere.

"Quick! Block the south gate!"

"Return from the Xiaoqi Battalion! There is nothing wrong with the north gate!"

"Search along the Luo River! Is the sluice in the city closed?!"

Just after the drums and gongs of the third watch, there was the sound of sirens from the imperial city.

All the people in Luoyang were awakened at the same moment. Soldiers searched thoroughly from door to door, and the entire imperial capital was turned upside down in an instant.

——And those two people who escaped from Beimang Mountain and overthrew Luoyang overnight are now safe in the south bell tower of the imperial city!

On the eve of dawn, two long clothes fluttered with the wind, overlooking the capital of eight rivers at the foot:

In order to help Ming Huaiyu seize the throne, An Ruoran had painstakingly studied the design of Luoyang City, and finally led the army to attack Luoyang, establishing the outcome of the struggle for the throne.No one knows better than him that the city is fully fortified. No matter how the Xiaoqi camp is under martial law, it is unexpected that he can lead the dead soldiers of the old royal party into the city secretly through the sewer that the current Marshal Ye De also has no knowledge of!

Ming Huaiyu took off his bodysuit, frowned at An Ruoran, "Will Xu Guang and the others be found?"

"No." The man let go of the thick rope half-hanging inside the bell, and the loud copper bell still echoed in their ears: "Since you were imprisoned in the White Horse Temple, the factions that support you have been fragmented and infiltrated. The major business associations in Luoyang. They have long expected this day, and they will naturally have a way to deal with it."

The tone of voice was obviously extremely flat, but it made the young man bewildered:

During the battle between the kings back then, An Ruoran spread out the entire Yiluo terrain parchment, grabbed her hand, and pointed to the city where the rivers meet——

After that, every time he talked about a victorious battle, he used this tone.

The world is like a chessboard, but the chessboard is hidden in his heart, and every move is within his expectations.

"Almost all the imperial guards went out to search for us. The imperial city is vulnerable at this time. Even if the imperial guards return to defense after dawn, they are still a tired army, and they are no match for Xu Guang's imperial guards."

There were waves in Ming Huai's jade eyes, and finally he only said softly: "I'm sorry."

"If so... have you ever hated me?"

That sentence froze the air between the two of them, as if a certain heartstring of both of them was instantly touched by that betrayal.

Back then An Ruoran led the army to fight against Yu Jianshui of Southern Chu, but before the battle, he was seriously injured and the whole army was defeated by Jing Yan's Yinglongshui army.Later, Huaiyu of the Ming Dynasty punished the first hero who opened the dynasty as a crime, and issued a secret order to deprive him of his seal and exile him in Luoyang.

This turmoil finally caused Luoyang to fall into internal strife again, indirectly laying the fuse for the chaos of the past few years.

Facing the wind of Yiluo, An Ruoran silently replayed the gloom and glory in her heart, and only after a while did she speak:

"I have."

Ming Huaiyu looked away.

"For so many years, I never thought that you would suspect me, but you secretly poisoned me in bed before the Jianshui battle."

The young man smiled sadly.

When An Ruoran got poisoned on the battlefield back then, he realized that it was his own doing.On the day when the army returned to Beijing, I met him alone in the imperial palace, but received him with a hot and painful slap.

"Huaiyu...you answer me, why you?!"

"Those with high achievements have never had a happy ending—if so, you are too strong, so strong that even I am not sure how to control you...Let's go while I still have years of sharing the same bed in my heart. "

The man who was so powerful that he could hold the world in his chest lost his soul in an instant.

In all trust lies betrayal.

He gave Ming Huaiyu his loyalty, entrusted his ideals, and devoted his whole heart and soul to him, but he never thought that this trust would not be able to escape the shadows.

Luoshui's season of blooming flowers finally shattered into smoke.

"It was only when Gao Jindu was ambushed by two hundred celestial killers that I understood everything."

Ming Huaiyu suddenly looked up.

"Since you ascended to the throne of God, you have known that we are standing on a cliff. After I was captured by Mingjiao in the land of Yanyun, you became more and more anxious. So you tried your best to get me Drive away from your side, including poisoning me that time."

"You arranged everything earlier, but I just hope Mingjiao's revenge against you will not implicate me." An Ruoran smiled bitterly at him: "However, I was seriously injured and captured that night, and then I was imprisoned in Guangmingding Ice Prison with all my skills. It's too late to save your hard work."

Hearing the name of the Mingjiao General Altar suddenly, the young man's whole body trembled.

The waning moon was slightly cold, and after taking off the water support, Ming Huaiyu only had prison uniforms hanging on her body in tatters.

"If we don't escape from Tianyin Mountain, we will miss our entire lives in our respective confinement—every time I think of this, I'm too scared to think about it anymore." An Ruoran sighed, and finally hugged him from behind .

"Huaiyu..." The man was intoxicated by the youthful atmosphere, while kissing, his chest was burning with pain, "How could you want me to live without you for the rest of my life..."

Ming Huaiyu raised her neck slightly, and pressed the man's hand tightly on her lower body.

As he kneaded, his panting became more and more intense. In the end, the boy's clothes were all off, his chest was exposed, and he fell limp in the man's arms.

The face was dyed with strong charm, the young man couldn't help stretching out his hand to grab the man's crotch, but he knew it was not the right time, so he had to twist his body impatiently, rubbing his back hole back and forth between his crotch through the fabric, to the man's crotch. He gasped and moaned in his arms.

An Ruoran jumped up eagerly, pushing away the boy's slender legs. The fleshy column was already swollen and congested between Ming Huaiyu's buttocks. The man imitated the rhythm of sexual intercourse, and before he thrust forward, he was slapping the prison clothes violently. The white meat from the whip was on his folds eager to swallow the giant.

The inside was numb, itchy and soft again, the boy started to cry amidst the screams, and the obscene silver threads were pulled out from the mouths of the two.

The brief entanglement has completely brought back the joy of cloud and rain in the past.

The Tianjin Bridge was illuminated like daylight by the boats of the Forbidden Army. Far away from the bell tower of the imperial city on the other side of Luoyang, there was a high chant and a low roar, quietly hidden in the tension of swords.

Two streams of hot white liquid sprayed out one after another, overlapping on the boy's flat belly.

Ming Huaiyu's eyes were out of focus, and she leaned on his shoulder to enjoy the aftermath, but An Ruoran's face suddenly turned cold!

There were mottled and ferocious purple-red bruises on the flesh lying in front of him——

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