she won't live to twenty

Except for Wuming who gave himself a holiday on the first day of the new year, in the early morning of the second day, he took Nanyue to practice martial arts in the princess' mansion again.

Nanyue's "Taiyin" internal strength practice has reached the fourth tactic. According to the level of martial arts in the world, she is almost below the eighth rank, still at the bottom.However, Nanyue is not suitable for external exercises, and Wuming doesn't want her to take the path of chilling. It is enough to rely on internal strength to strengthen her body.

In addition, Nanyue's lightness kungfu has also improved, she can basically jump lightly on the first five plum blossom piles, although the speed is still far behind Wuming, but it is already much faster than ordinary people who don't know martial arts.Nanyue tried it secretly in Nanfu. She can easily climb over the low bamboo forest, but it is still a little difficult to climb over the eaves and walls.

While Nanyue was meditating on the plum blossom pile, Wuming stood opposite her and practiced his sword.

The thick internal force surged out, and every knife and every sword drew a chilling light and shadow in the martial arts field full of snow and dust.

Suddenly a trace of snow fell from the sky, followed by numerous snowflakes, and in a blink of an eye the entire Changjing was filled with wind and snow.

Wuming finally drew a sword in the air, and the sky was full of wind and snow for a moment, and then returned to calm with the movement of her dagger back into its sheath.Wuming touched the ground with her toes, flew to carry Nanyue off the plum blossom pile, and ran towards the house.

As soon as the door was pushed open, the warm air in the room rushed over.

Nanyue woke up from her meditation, blinking her eyes in a daze.

"It's snowing." Nameless explained softly.

"Oh..." Nanyue said softly.

The two hugged each other and roasted the warm fire, chatting quietly.

Nanyue occasionally raised her head inadvertently, and the corners of her lips seemed to have brushed against Wuming's chin or the side of her face, bringing a tingling tingling sensation.Wuming felt heart palpitations every time, but Nanyue looked at her innocently with her big and clear eyes.

Wuming had to suppress the inexplicable throbbing in his heart, and continued to talk to her softly.

After looking at each other again, Nanyue suddenly raised her hand boldly, touching Wuming's cheek with her warm little hand: "Wuming, your face is so hot."

"Really? It seems to be a little hot." Wuming's voice was a little low, she instinctively licked the corners of her lips, got up and pushed open the window.

Cold wind blows.

Wuming was lying by the window with her chin propped on her hands, and Nanyue also came over, in exactly the same posture as her, watching the heavy snow blowing outside the window together.

Wind and snow captivate the eyes.

Tang Chiyu was still alone in the martial arts arena, splitting the snow mist again and again, picking up the dust buried under the snow.

Tang Chiyu had been silent in the martial arts arena for almost a whole day.

Nanyue blinked with concern: "Wu Ming, is the Seventh Highness not in a good mood?"

"It seems to be." Wuming frowned, rubbed Nanyue's head, and rushed through the window into the wind and snow, "Wait for me in the room, I'll go and see her."

Wuming quickly rushed to the martial arts arena, drew his sword and faced Tang Chiyu's fist.

The sound of sharp metal collisions pierced the sky.

After one move, Tang Chiyu was defeated, the long halberd was stuck on the ground, and he lowered his head and gasped slightly.

Wuming raised his eyebrows: "What happened today?"

Tang Chiyu lowered his head and did not speak.

She has been in the martial arts arena all morning, but her lips are still pale, and there is no trace of sweat on her neck.Now that she stopped moving, Wuming could clearly see that her body was shivering from the cold.

"Cold?" Wuming asked.

Tang Chiyu nodded hesitantly.

"Then go inside and warm up by the fire." Wuming led Tang Chiyu into the room, Nanyue closed the window tacitly, and brought over a thick quilt.

Wrapped in the quilt, Tang Chiyu sat huddled by the fire, panting continuously.

Wuming sat across from Nanyue with her arms in his arms. Tang Chiyu didn't speak, so they didn't make a sound.It's just the fingers hanging by the side, but unknowingly mingled together.I don't know when it started, when they stayed together, the subtle skin contact became a subconscious habit.

Tang Chiyu stared at the charcoal fire for a long time, and finally her body stopped shaking. She raised her head and exhaled, and said sullenly: "...I'm wondering if my father is really old and confused."

Tang Chiyu was fine the day before yesterday in the palace, but he was in a bad mood this morning, so what happened yesterday?Since King Qin wanted to marry Wuming to Loulan during the new year, he would definitely find a way to keep Tang Chiyu in Beijing.

Wuming frowned and asked, "Did Your Majesty tell you anything yesterday?"

"I..." Tang Chiyu's cheeks puffed up slightly, and she was about to speak, when she raised her eyes and saw Wuming and Nanyue's fingers holding each other together, a sour smell rose in her mind, and her slightly cold mood was diluted a lot.

Tang Chiyu raised both hands, roasted them in front of the fire, and muttered, "...it's nothing."

Since Tang Chiyu didn't want to say anything, Wuming didn't ask any further questions. She stretched out her hand and patted Tang Chiyu's shoulder hard.

……

It will be the Lantern Festival soon.

At night, the evil wind blew up everywhere, and there were terrifying roars everywhere in Changjing City.

Wuming lay by the window, squinting to see the trees outside bent over by the wind, snowflakes pouring into the window like crazy, the ice layer in the artificial lake broke open, and water splashed continuously.Although the original text described the vision of this night in great detail, Wuming still felt shocked when he actually saw the scene in front of him.

In the original text, on this night, the evil wind raged in Changjing City, and King Qin couldn't afford to be seriously ill.

The Lantern Festival in the 16th year of the Qin calendar was a turning point in the situation of the Qin Dynasty.

Wuming squinted his eyes for a while, and finally retreated into the room, closed the window behind his back, and the snowflakes that fell on the ground slowly melted.

On the other side, Nanfu.

Nanyue read the book seriously in the room, ignoring the terrifying sounds outside.It wasn't until late at night that she hid the book back in the compartment under the pillow, raised her hand, and easily extinguished the candle.

The wind was still howling outside.

Nanyue crawled into bed, recalling in a daze that in her last life today, the weather outside seemed to be this strange, and then...something seemed to happen in the palace.However, in Nanyue's last life, she was almost completely shackled in this small courtyard, so she didn't know what happened.

"Oh..." Nanyue turned over and yawned, without thinking about it.

in the palace.

In King Qin's bedroom, the wind whistled outside the window, and the candlelight illuminated the shadows of the trees, like ghosts.

The tranquilizing incense in the hall went out at some point.

King Qin's complexion turned pale in his sleep, the veins on his forehead popped out, and his body twitched continuously.Suddenly he sat up abruptly, seeing the shaking trees outside, his bloodshot eyes were full of fear: "Father, I was wrong...don't come to me...it's not me, it's not me, it's not me——!"

"Your Majesty, what's the matter with you, Your Majesty?" The old eunuch hurried over to comfort him, but King Qin kept crouching at the foot of the bed with his head in his arms, repeating "I'm sorry it's not me".

King Qin's hair, which was originally mottled, turned out to be gray.

The old eunuch sighed inwardly.

The next day.

In the early morning light, the city of Changjing was in a mess, the unwilted vegetation was crooked, and the white snow was scattered irregularly all over the place.When the ministers arrived at the gate of the palace, there was news that the court was not early today, and then several princes and princesses entered the palace one by one to meet the King of Qin.Even the sixth prince, who had just recovered from a serious injury, was helped into the palace by his servants on crutches.

Although the officials didn't say anything clearly, they looked at each other and knew what they were doing.This palace... I'm afraid that something happened, and I'm afraid that the next period will be the critical period of the struggle between the sixth prince and the crown prince.

It's been a long time in the court, probably not in peace.

……

In the evening, Tang Zhengze and Tang Chiyu finally left the palace and rode their horses to the palace together.

The faces of both of them were a little heavy.

Wuming went up to meet him: "What's the matter?"

The three walked side by side, the master walked in the middle, and sighed heavily: "It's not good."

"Father, he is still unconscious, but the imperial doctor said..." The master's voice lowered a little, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, "The imperial doctor didn't say it clearly, but we can all understand it. Probably the oil lamp ran out..."

The master knew Qin Wang's cold-blooded temperament, but he was pure and compassionate by nature, and he was generous. The sorrow at this time came from the heart.

Even if the master is like this, let alone Tang Chiyu.Although she noticed that the king of Qin was not as loving as she imagined a few days ago, she quickly suppressed it in her heart. Today, she saw with her own eyes the comatose, pale face, and gray-headed father on the bed, and heard the words of the imperial doctor. I feel bad.

Wuming sighed lightly, and comforted him: "Don't worry, Your Majesty... he won't be so fast."

Wuming subconsciously wanted to say something polite like "Your Majesty, he is prosperous and equal to heaven", but when he saw the same heavy expression on the two people in front of him, he finally took off his mask and said it in the simplest words.

Besides, what Wuming said was the truth. In the original text, King Qin did have two or three years to live...but most of the time he was lying on the bed dying, unconscious.

The three of them sat silently for a while in the pavilion in the lake, blowing the cool wind mixed with ice scum.

The master stared at the lake in a daze for a long time, and finally spoke slowly: "Xiaoqi, go and call Yuwen for me, I have something to say to him."

Tang Chiyu froze for a moment, then nodded in response.

Only Wuming and Dashifu were left in the pavilion in the lake.

Wuming looked at Tang Chiyu's back as he walked further and further away, raised his eyelids slightly, and asked proactively, "How is the situation in the court?"

The master sent Tang Chiyu away just to talk to her about these things alone.

"Father is in a coma now, so the crown prince will be in charge." Master's voice was very soft, "But once father wakes up, if he still can't go to court by then, according to his temperament, I'm afraid he will go his own way and let Xiao Liu replace the prince. s position."

"Master, didn't you say earlier that although Tang Zhi was a bit insane, he was still clear about major issues? What are you worried about now?" Wuming raised his eyebrows and asked.

"I did persuade myself that way before, but on New Year's Day, he..." Master Master's voice stopped suddenly.

On New Year's Day, Tang Zhi suddenly became drunk and confessed to Wuming. How could Tang Zhengze, a master, convince himself again?

Wuming put his hands on the table, rested his chin lazily, and sighed: "But if you want to go up, you dare not, what else can we do?"

"I really don't understand, master, what are you afraid of?"

"Afraid of King Qin? Or Tang Zhi? Or something else?"

The master lowered his head and fell silent.

Wuming yawned and said with a light smile, "Okay, master, I didn't mean to force you. I know you don't want to fight. I was just joking."

She sat up straight, and her smile became flirtatious: "Second master and I have already discussed the plan to kill Tang Zhi in two years. As long as the crown prince survives, the King of Qin will have to pass on the position to him, and our family will be happy." You can leave the capital with peace of mind, and go to enjoy the happy days of traveling in the mountains and rivers."

The master frowned: "Two years, but if the emperor can't last that long, if the prince's party can't last that long, what should I do?"

Wuming can't say that he knows the plot in the book. King Qin and the crown prince can live to that time, and there will be chaos at the border, so they are the right time to attack?

Moreover, Tang Zhi has no ability to govern the country. He can manage the affairs of the court properly at present, but he relies on King Qin's preference.When King Qin died, the people he left for him were almost exhausted, and Tang Zhi was just a paper tiger who could be manipulated easily.

Wuming thought for a while: "Well... so master, in the past two years, the second master and I, no, mainly the second master, who is responsible for the arrangement to kill Tang Zhi. As for you, you are responsible for protecting King Qin and the prince. The rest of the matter , how about we take one step at a time?"

Master turned his head and looked at the girl in front of him who was full of spirit and smiling freely, his eyes gradually softened.A faint smile finally appeared on his face, which had been broken all day.

"By the way, Master." Wuming recalled that a few days ago, Tang Chiyu kept practicing martial arts in anguish in the martial arts arena. He was so cold that his whole body was chilling and never stopped. He couldn't help saying, "Xiao Qi has grown up. Maybe we shouldn't hide it from her anymore."

In the future, the situation in the capital will become more and more chaotic, Tang Chiyu will come out of the ivory tower sooner or later.

Wuming and Master could no longer protect Tang Chiyu, and there was no need to protect Tang Chiyu, otherwise Tang Chiyu would be injured the day the ivory tower collapsed.

"Take it easy." Master smiled wryly and shook his head, "Xiaoqi is always in my heart the baby who is just learning to speak. I really can't adjust my mentality for a while."

Wuming chuckled lightly, and lightly punched Master on the shoulder.

Three days later, King Qin finally woke up, but he was not only physically weak, but also mentally weak.The long gray hair was neatly tidied up by the court lady just a moment ago, and it was messed up by King Qin the next moment.

His eyes were red, and there was a frightening light in his eyes, like a lunatic.

Sure enough, as everyone expected, King Qin announced the six princes into the palace alone after he regained consciousness a little bit, and entrusted him to handle all the important affairs of the court.

Although the princelings have clearly lost their power, they are secretly restless.The court is in chaos, and in some dark corners of Changjing, all kinds of dirty things happen every day.

This spring, everyone in the court was extremely busy, but Wuming and Nanyue were completely relaxed.

Without King Qin's forced marriage, without Tang Zhi's harassment, without running around with the caravan, Wuming had a very leisurely spring day.

Practice martial arts every day, go shopping and stare at Nanyue in a daze, and in a blink of an eye it will be the season when all the flowers are just blooming.

February [-], Flower Festival.

This festival was passed down from the previous dynasty. On this day, people go out together to enjoy flowers and outings.However, in recent years, the atmosphere in the old capital has gradually opened up, and more and more young men and women are enjoying the flowers together.Especially for newly married couples, they must go to the southern outskirts of the city to enjoy flowers together in the first year, so that they can be harmonious and beautiful in the days to come, and have a happy marriage for a hundred years.The festival to celebrate Baihua's birthday was changed to Valentine's Day by Changjing people.

Naturally, Wuming and Nanyue would not miss such a leisure day. Early in the morning, under Nanyue Jingjing's expectant eyes, Wuming boarded the carriage and headed south of the city.

Along the way, I met many brightly dressed young men and women walking hand in hand, talking and laughing, full of vigor.

In the carriage, Nanyue sat next to Wuming at some point, touched the palm of Wuming's palm with her fingers, and interlocked her fingers.

Wuming didn't dodge, his fingers instinctively stroked Nanyue's little hand.

The carriage was very quiet, and the sounds of the two people's heartbeats, throat swallowing, and fingers rubbing became more and more clear.

At this time, there seemed to be a very soft thread connecting the hearts of the two.One action, one look.A word can make the other party's heart beat faster.

Wuming couldn't tell exactly when she got used to the slight touch with Nanyue, and the desire to "greed up the body" in her heart gradually faded away, turning into a slight itching.

The relationship between the two did not know when it started, and it became unclear.

last week?last month?Or years ago?

While Wuming was thinking, Nanyue suddenly put her head on her shoulder, and her hair gently rubbed against her neck.

Itchy, fragrant.

In addition to being ambiguous, when she gets along with Nanyue, there is more of this gentle and beautiful feeling.

Wuming looked at the crowd outside the window, no longer thinking about it, and the expression in his eyes became softer and softer.

After leaving the city, the dense crowd becomes thinner, and small yellow and white flowers scattered in the surrounding fields can be seen faintly, and even a bright red and purple can be seen in the distance.The air was filled with the fragrance of early spring earth, and even the breeze was mild.

The farther away from the city wall, the more flowers around.

The carriage finally stopped in a small sea of ​​colorful flowers.

Nanyue had never participated in the Flower Festival in her previous life, and now she was happily walking Wuming among the flowers, bending down from time to time to observe the surrounding flowers carefully.

When bending down again, Nanyue picked up a small red flower, and pinned it to Wuming's ear, prickly: "It's beautiful... I just compared it for a long time, and this red flower is pinned to Wuming's ear. It looks good."

Wuming raised a foxy eye, a little wicked: "Flowers are beautiful or people are beautiful?"

"He's pretty!" Nanyue tilted her head without any hesitation.

"That's right." Wuming stretched out his index finger and tapped her forehead.

Wuming found a clean place to sit down, picked a few small white flowers, wove them into a cute little wreath, and put it on Nanyue's head: "Reciprocity is a gift."

Nanyue held the wreath and looked at it for a long time, before carefully putting it on her head again.

Wuming explained: "When I was traveling in Jianghu, my master taught me to weave it. He always said that he would give the garland he wove to his sweetheart, but after so many years, I have never seen a girl like him."

Nanyue raised her hand to touch Xiaohua, and when she heard the word "sweetheart", her fingers suddenly paused for a moment, and her ears turned red.

Nanyue is very sure what kind of love she has for Wuming.But what about nameless?What kind of feelings does she have for herself?

Sisterhood?pity?love?

Will there be a little... even a little bit, like her as much as she does?

Among the uninhabited flowers, Nanyue mustered up her courage and tentatively leaned against Wuming's arms.

She raised her head and said gently: "No name..."

"Huh?" Wuming lowered his head.

There is a pitiful mist in Peach Blossom's eyes, and the expression in Fox's eyes is deep and gentle, and the two pairs of eyes are very close to each other.

Nanyue suddenly raised her head, and pecked lightly between Wuming's brows, like a bird passing by, she retreated with a light touch, leaving only a slight itchiness.

Wuming was startled, and subconsciously raised his hand to touch his forehead.

Last time it was the corner of the lips, this time it was the forehead, where should it be next time?Or, what is the little girl thinking?

Why do you always kiss her?

Is it fun to tease her?

Although Wuming doesn't feel disgusted, but there is always an indescribable feeling in his heart, and he wants to flirt back very naively.But now that Nanyue has grown up, she has a thicker skin, so she won't be shy, and flirting with her won't help at all.

Wuming didn't know that her ears were also quietly covered with a layer of light red, she just felt that her heart was itching too much.

Nanyue's eyes flickered slightly, and her voice was weak: "Just now I saw... I saw men and women admiring flowers in the distance, that's what they do."

On the first day of the Flower Festival, most of the people who go out to enjoy the flowers are newlyweds, or young men and women whose relationship is still unclear and can be broken through only a thin layer of paper.What a kiss on the forehead means to them is self-evident.

Nan Yue nervously waited for the nameless response.

Wuming looked into the distance, and after looking around, his eyes returned to Nanyue's face, and raised his eyebrows frivolously: "Little liar, there is no one around."

"Hmm..." Nanyue blinked nervously.

"Why did you lie to me?" Wuming raised Nanyue's chin, and gently rubbed her fingers on the smooth and delicate skin, full of pressure.

"No, I didn't lie..." Nanyue's eyes were slightly red, apart from nervousness, there was also an imperceptible excitement in her eyes, "I did see it on the road just now."

Nameless chuckled, and suddenly leaned closer.

Nanyue closed her eyes obediently.

The imaginable kiss did not fall on the cheek, the nameless palm covered her eyes, and the thumb lightly touched the center of her brow.

Wuming took Nanyue into his arms, but his palm still didn't leave her eyes.

Nan Yue blinked slightly.

Just sat quietly for a while.

After the itch in Wuming's heart finally subsided, she put down her hand and pulled Nanyue into the depths of the flowers: "Continue to enjoy the flowers."

Nanyue followed Wuming obediently, her eyes were a little dazed and disappointed.

But soon, when the ring finger actively inserted into her fingertips and intertwined with hers, the disappointment in Nanyue's heart disappeared without a trace.

……

On the way back, Wuming saw a carriage in the distance.

The car curtain was open, so Wuming glanced over inadvertently, and saw two old acquaintances inside.

Wei Jiu and Nan Xiaoyi.

Nan Xiao sat leaning against the window, half lying on the window, it seemed that due to lack of sleep, her eyes were black and blue, and even her makeup couldn't cover it.She stared blankly into the distance, with disgust, longing, and resentment mixed together on her face, and finally turned into unspeakable pain.

Wuming followed her gaze, and saw not far away, Prince Jing's son was talking and laughing with his female companion.In the original text, Prince Jing's son was considered one of the heroine's early harem, but now that Nan Xiaoyi married Wei Jiu early, and something so disgraceful happened, naturally Prince Jing's son would not look at her again.

Wuming looked at Wei Jiu in the carriage again, he was crossing his legs in a playful manner, he seemed to have no communication with Nan Xiaoyi, but his expression was almost the same as hers.Even his expression was a bit more painful than Nan Xiaoyi's.

That's right, the two of them...have ambitions but no ability, so they can only spend their lives in daily necessities and trivialities, bound to a person who doesn't love themselves and is selfish enough, and live a life of despair that can be seen at a glance.

Until the initial ambition and vitality, have been wiped out.

What a pity.

Nameless pulled down the curtain silently.