The Road to Peach Blossoms

The situation was extremely urgent, and Bei Chenjin struggled violently, but the rope was loosened all of a sudden. He took a step forward and almost staggered downhill. He didn't have time to think about the reason why the rope was easily untied. Blank, there is only one thought in his mind, and he must not let Jue Er die under his nose once again!

Still can't catch up with Jue'er!Still can't catch up with Jue'er!

Bei Chenjin became short of breath, his heart was beating violently in his chest, almost making him breathless, he stomped his feet on the ground, and jumped out in an instant, finally surpassing Bei Chenjue's rolling momentum, and supported him with both hands His body (in the process, the rope on his body was also loosened), saved the crisis with a nick of time.

only--

Half of his body was already buried in the pool of sin, and the water in the pool spread to his chest.

Bei Chenjue reacted quickly, he stretched out his hands to tightly hold Bei Chenjin's shoulders, and dragged him ashore.As soon as he exposed the water in the pool, he couldn't help his eyes wet: that is a vicious liquid, how can the luxurious silk brocade withstand such corrosion, every place he touches is all dilapidated and withered, almost exposing bones , so horrible that it is too horrible to look at.

Bei Chenjin covered his eyes: "Baby, please stop watching..."

Bei Chenjue's slender eyelashes trembled slightly in his palm, like a lovely fairy butterfly fluttering its wings under his hands, just like the throbbing in his heart when they met for the first time when they were young——

Life is like seeing it for the first time.

Bei Chenjue dodged his hand, silently took off his outer robe and covered him, drooped his feather-like eyelashes, pursed his lips lightly, and tears glistened in his ink-like eyes.

Seeing his appearance like this, Bei Chenjin felt a terrible pain in his heart, and a feeling of sourness welled up in his heart; his precious son had been being wronged outside since he left him, and he was busy cleaning up countless rivals in love, looking back At that time, Bao Er was nowhere to be found, and when he reappeared, he was not reflected in his eyes, and he would never be called "Brother Huang".

"Don't cry..." He barely propped up his upper body, and whispered in his ear sideways, "Honey, promise me one thing, okay?"

"What?" Bei Chenjue sniffed, and looked up at him aggrievedly.

Bei Chenjin was immediately stunned by this pitiful little eyes, and his heart was shaken; he hooked his lips, and there was a smile on his lips: "You know, every time I want... immortal/desire/ When you die, you don’t want to do it anymore, you want to burn yourself to death, that’s probably the case... If there is an afterlife, you must hone your skills on me, okay? Buy a little longer... ..."

Hearing this, Bei Chenjue burst into anger, but when he was about to explode, he saw that the villain had already fallen powerlessly on the ground, passed away with a smile on his face.

Silence, silence, silence—

Bei Chenjue was in a daze for a while, and suddenly smiled, but tears finally fell from his eyes. He leaned over to the man's ear and said, "...Okay. In the next life, I will *death* you on the bed, bad guy."

He got up, raised his head and looked at Jue Dai at the top of the slope, and said with a smile: "Okay, are you satisfied?"

Jue Dai was speechless in a daze.

(change perspective)

At this time, the red sun was setting in the west, and the last sunset glow was sprinkled on the sky, but half of the sky was burning red.Halfway through the scene of red fire and burning clouds, Luan bells, horseshoes, and human voices came from the other side, shouting to kill Zhentian for a while, led by Jiang Jun, Yuan Hai, and my apprentice, the brigade was all white robes and armors, as if The clouds roll and the clouds relax, and the land is covered.

—It is my army, my soldiers, my men.

They finally found me.

But, you came so late, it seems like a century has passed.

The rest of the hidden guards gathered around Jue Dai and Feng Hua.

The two sides collided with each other in the shadow of Zhengchen, amidst the murderous aura, and fought fiercely without fear of death.Although their dark guards are good at protecting people, they are also proficient in killing people, but all of my soldiers are capable of recruiting warriors who are accustomed to fighting, and they are not afraid of him.

My disciple came up to me, dismounted and knelt down on one knee in front of me: "Master, disciple is late."

"You're late." I noticed his eyes, "but why did you hurt your eyes—"

He lowered his brows and narrowed his eyes, avoiding my gaze: "Shen Ke's old injury has flared up, but it's fine."

?????? But at this time, I have no intention of pursuing it: "Disciple, let me borrow your sword.

I took the sword in his hand, locked Juedai among the soldiers and horses, and walked towards him, but Fenghua suddenly changed, and there was a faint flash of silver light in Su's hand. The sound of the flesh, Jue Dai's body swayed, he turned around in astonishment, his eyes hurt.

"Fenghua...!"

Feng Hua was indifferent, and Fu pierced another Hidden Sword into his neck, and when he pulled it out suddenly, a large amount of blood splashed out.

At this moment, the setting sun is like blood——

I took two quick steps, without further hesitation, a sword pierced through his chest, his pupils slackened, his lips moved slightly, and then he fell to the ground with a bang, throwing dust all over the floor.

I pulled out the sword suddenly, stuck it on the ground beside him, turned around decisively, and never looked back.

What he just said was: "He loves you..."

You are jealous, right, Peerless?

Fenghua caught up with me from behind, and I glanced at her: "Why?"

It was thanks to her just now that it was Fenghua who tied us up at that time, but I later found out that she tied it with a loose buckle, otherwise how could Bei Chenjin untie it as soon as he earned it?

Looking at each other, she parted her lips, but couldn't say anything.

"Yue'er...!"

"Owner……!"

At this time, the dignified and beautiful Jinghua Qiaoxiaoqianxi, who was dressed like fire in red, came from the other side with flowers and willows, and occupied my left shoulder; Yan Tou Lin rushed up from the mountain depression and grabbed my right shoulder; two beauties surrounded me and pushed Feng Hua aside.

"General Yue'er..."

"My lord..."

Each of them hugged my arm with each other, and they called out repeatedly like singing and singing.

I just think one head and two big.

Fenghua choked speechlessly at the side, his face flushed slightly, and he called softly from between his lips and teeth: "Benefactor..." Her ears were slightly red, "Don't you remember picking clothes?"

I met her eyes, at that time, a glance of ten thousand years——

The first year of Tianbao, leap month.Xuanwu Kingdom, Forbidden Palace.

It was the beginning of spring at that time, and it was warm and cold, and there would be a few light snowfalls, which spread thinly on the ground, turning the palace into a world of ice and snow wrapped in white.At that time, it was the cold moon hanging high, the crescent moon was like a hook, and the night shrouded the palace like a dark veil.Suddenly, a rich door opened with a "squeak", and a small figure poked his head out, wearing a warm purple red brocade jacket and a fluffy felt hat on his head, ah!Look at his big eyes that are dripping and moving, like two black grapes, black and white are distinct.Holding a few handfuls of pastries in his hand, with some crumbs still on the corner of his mouth, he must have gone to the imperial kitchen to eat them secretly.

This is the ninth most beloved youngest son of Emperor Xuanwu—— Bei Chenjue, the ninth prince of Xuanwu Kingdom.

It turned out that it was the one who worked so hard and tried every means to coax him to sleep. Fortunately, he slept too much in class during the day, and now he was very excited. How could he go to sleep obediently?So he pretended to be asleep, and when his father blew out the lamp, he quietly climbed down from the imperial bed, slipped to the imperial dining room and ate.

Who among the eunuchs and maids along the road, including the chef and deacon in the imperial dining room, don't know about the Ninth Prince?They simply pretended not to know, hid themselves, and let him take those pastries, how dare they say anything.

Now the Ninth Prince is walking around the palace with great interest, with his hands behind his back, and when he meets anyone, he will follow his father or his brothers and nod slightly, pretending to be a little grown-up.

Those people smiled secretly while saluting.

Unexpectedly, the Ninth Prince turned his back a little bit tonight, just happened to be at this corner, tripped over something in the dark sky and snow, and fell down.Where did the poor Ninth Prince suffer so much? Seeing the grievance and grievance, his small mouth was deflated, and he was about to burst into tears, but he saw an "inhumane" scene going on in a dark alley around the corner. tragedy.Those wicked people are doing evil things around someone, beating and kicking them!

The Ninth Prince immediately suppressed his tears, lying on the ground and angrily said: "What are you doing?"

A young man in brocade clothes over there looked back, Fang was going to be furious, but he saw that it was——

My unprovoked ninth brother!Amazing!Father dotes on him the most, and father is eccentric in everything, so he is used to such a little devil king!I can't afford to mess with myself!

The eldest prince quickly suppressed his anger, piled up a flattering smile, and rushed to help him in three steps at a time: "Ninth brother, what kind of wind is this that brought you here? It's so late, and you haven't slept yet?"

The Ninth Prince got up with his strength, and then threw him away, his anger still lingering: "What are you doing?"

When the first prince was speechless, he trotted over, and randomly pushed away those slaves who were tyrannical, revealing the victim in the middle.It was a ten, three or four-year-old girl, just at the age of budding, wearing a palace maid dress from the Xuanwu Kingdom. A neat color comes.

"Miss Sister..." The Ninth Prince stretched out his hand, his smiling eyes curved, "I'll save you back to the palace, okay?"

The girl had a pair of extremely calm and clear eyes, slightly raised her head to look at him, then lowered her head and just kept silent.

Seeing Miss Sister ignoring him, the child was a little frustrated, who would dare to treat him like this when he grows up, but he quickly cheered up and continued to ask: "Miss Sister, don't be afraid, I am stronger than them, since I saw , They dare not do anything to you. Tell me your name, okay, okay, okay..."

Chun'er, the Ninth Prince's maid over there, was on duty and only dozed off for a while, but when she opened her eyes, she saw her master leaning against the door frame infinitely, but her eyes were filled with frost: "Where's Xiao Jiuer?"

Chun'er: "..." Ashamed.

The master ordered concisely: "Go find him and come back."

Chun'er took the order and went, sweating profusely, searched around the huge palace, but heard the little master's angry questioning faintly in one place, and hurried away.She really likes this little master who is a few years younger than her. Although the little master is loved by the big master as much as the little devil, he treats her very well. The little master has a sweet mouth and twinkling eyes , if you get close, you can still smell a faint milky fragrance.She really didn't want anything to happen to the little master.

Seeing this scene, Chun'er understood that the eldest prince was at the age of youth and full of vigor, and he couldn't guarantee that he would not like some little girls. This clothes-picker was the best among court ladies, so he naturally wanted to try something new.Unable to pick clothes, and having no family to threaten, the First Prince became furious, and the current scene happened.

Chun'er stepped forward, helped Caiyi up, and said with the momentum of a court lady: "Come with me."

Just now the little prince was persevering in playing tricks, longing for the favor of the beautiful young lady, and asked her name in a slightly shy and polite manner, the young lady was taken away by Chun'er.

His eyes dimmed, full of grievances, but he saw a faint smile on the young lady's lips: "Caiyi."

The Ninth Prince shook his head and said, "Mu Lan Tang is Mu Fang, Hua Cai Yi is Ruo Ying. What a good name~"

There was a smile in Caiyi's eyes: "Yes."

"Miss, I will find someone to arrange a good job for you. You don't have to be a maid and be bullied anymore!"

He reluctantly stared at Caiyi's back and shouted.

After Chun'er and Caiyi left, the eldest prince tugged at the little prince's sleeve like a big dog, lowered his head and said pitifully: "Ninth brother, you don't want to sue in front of the father, do you?"

Although the height was about to reach the eldest prince's waist, the little prince's aura was not weak. He snorted, stretched out his hand and pushed his elder brother away: "Bad guy, don't touch me!"

Hearing the words, the eldest prince no longer dared to touch the corner of this little man's clothes, he could only watch the man go further and further away:

"Ninth Brother...! I was wrong...! Ninth Brother...!!"

He wanted to cry without tears, knelt down in the snow powerlessly, buried his head in his arms, and murmured: "Ah, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's going to be hard tomorrow, I will be punished to copy scriptures and copy to death, right? Being scolded to death by the mother concubine? Or being imprisoned? ... Die! Don't be impulsive in the future!!!!"

The Ninth Prince sneaked into the bedroom quietly, only to see his father sitting on the dragon chair, looking at him softly with peach blossom eyes that seemed to be drunk but not drunk, and the eyes were sparkling.

"Father..."

The Ninth Prince gave a low cry, as if he had been wronged.

"What's wrong?" His father stood up lightly, folded his sleeves, bent over to hug him, "Who bullied my little Jiuer?"

He knew exactly what happened, but some things couldn't be too obvious.

As soon as the little prince rolled his eyes, he nimbly avoided him, then jumped onto the imperial bed, throwing a temper tantrum and rolling around, turning left and turning again, huh?The quilt is so soft~ While shaking her hands and kicking her feet, she babbled and coquettishly said, "Good father, good father, promise me one thing~ Do something nice for Caiyi sister, don't She was bullied by others, okay~~~Father, Father!"

What kind of scene was that in Bei Chenyin's eyes!

Bei Chenyin couldn't bear such a cute little person, so she threw herself on the bed, wrapped the cute little boy in her arms, kissed his fleshy grandma's white and tender cheeks, and kissed him again. Dudu kissed Bo'er on her pink and tender lips, and then looked at him with a smile.

The little prince stopped losing his temper, looked at his father suspiciously, wrinkled his little nose, wiped his cheeks with his tender hands in disgust, and muttered: "Father, what are you doing?"

Bei Chen smiled brightly: "Kiss you~"

"Oh." The little prince replied indifferently, and then immediately asked, "Father, Father, have you promised me?"

Bei Chenyin grabbed his little hand and said with a smile, "I agree."

"Okay!" The little prince immediately kissed his father on the cheek with a happy smile, "I love you the most, father!"

Bei Chenyin's smile deepened, and he hugged the child into his arms: "My little baby! I love you too!"

He repeated preciously, "...I love you too."

The little prince rubbed his eyes, covered his mouth and yawned in a small, reserved way. The child soon became sleepy again, and the two hugged each other and fell asleep.However, he didn't know that there was a pair of eyes watching silently outside the door, and he went back angrily and gritted his teeth.

The author has something to say: the latter part is about the childhood past that Gongbao has forgotten. When Fenghua and Gongbao looked at each other, some sporadic fragments appeared in her mind.Here is a description of the past from the perspective of God.