Meng Fuyao lay awkwardly on Yun Hen's chest, smiling foolishly at the "adulterer."
Zhangsun Wuji was expressionless, like a drifting dream in the darkness. He silently raised his eyebrows when he saw Fuyao's silly smile.
He pushed the door open and looked at the two of them in an ambiguous position. He then looked at Yun Hen and caressed his chest. "You're still clinging to him? Do you really want him to have a nightmare of being pressed down by mud?" he asked, glancing at Fuyao.
Fuyao scowled, thinking, 'This man has a unique way of scolding others. Am I mud?' I am the most beautiful soil in the world … She slowly brushed away Yun Hen's fingers, and as soon as she did, Yun Hen immediately grabbed at the void in a panic. Zhangsun Wuji moved his palm horizontally and quickly sealed his acupoint. He immediately pulled her to the side and said, "Your Excellency has already given the soup to someone, wiped the sweat off for someone, and let someone hug you. Now is it my turn to drink the soup?"
No matter how Meng Fuyao heard it, she felt that it was strange, but she could not refute it. Looking at Zhangsun Wuji's eyes, she could not tell whether he was smiling or not. She could not tell whether he was happy or angry, but she felt that it was definitely not appropriate. Based on her experience, whenever Zhangsun Wuji felt that it was inappropriate, she could not do anything about it. She could only say resentfully, "Drink."
She lazily carried the bowl of soup over, and Zhangsun Wuji continued to torture her. "Here? In someone else's room? "
'Why are you so hard to please? Also, why do you smell so sour all over your body? How ungenerous! ' Frustrated, Fuyao could only carry the bowl and follow behind him. She watched as Zhangsun Wuji leisurely walked to the garden, which was full of blooming albizia flowers. The flowers were like a young girl's lips, pink and pink, dyed crimson. Zhangsun Wuji sat down and said, "It's good here. The moon is clear, and the wind is clear."
Fuyao rolled her eyes. Was he implying that she and Yun Hen were 'alone in a dark room and confused'? 'Sigh, what a stingy man.'
Zhangsun Wuji rested his chin on his hand and looked at her. Suddenly, he said, "Do you want me to drink soup with my eyes?"
Meng, who had been tossed and turned by him, had no choice but to add more soup. The soup splashed in front of him. Zhangsun Wuji smiled, looked into the pot, and said, "Look at the amount, everyone has been accounted for, but you forgot to cook one for yourself, right?"
"I'm just a kitchen maid with a bitter life. I only have to serve my masters!" Fuyao snapped.
Zhangsun Wuji smiled again and slowly scooped up the soup with the spoon. Suddenly, he said, "I came to find you just now, not to interrupt you on purpose."
"Then why don't you be a little more magnanimous and say 'please continue, I didn't see anything' before walking away in a carefree manner?" Meng Fuyao asked in a pained tone.
Zhangsun Wuji ignored the thick-skinned ruffian and continued, "It's because … I received news of Feng Jingfan's death."
"Ah!" Fuyao's jaw dropped.
Zhangsun Wuji smiled and immediately fed her a spoonful of soup. "First, I will reward the most honorable kitchen maid in the world."
Fuyao made a loud gulp and swallowed the soup in an inelegant manner. Ignoring his gentleness, she hurriedly pulled Zhangsun Wuji's sleeve and said, "Dead? Was he really killed? Uh … that can't be true, right? "
"The news came that they encountered bandits fighting for territory at the Talisman Mountain at the border of Tiansha. Feng Jingfan was accidentally shot to death by arrows." Zhangsun Wuji slowly drank the soup, a thoughtful look in his eyes.
"What about the Fourth Prince?"
"He escaped in fright and was separated from his sister. When he returned to look for his sister's body, he only found one of her embroidered shoes at the edge of the cliff."
Fuyao frowned, realizing that there was something wrong with Zhangsun Wuji's tone. "Are you saying that there was no body?"
"Yes." Zhangsun Wuji tapped the table with his fingers and looked to the north. "There's been a change. The assassination of Feng Jingfan was planned by my secret guards. They are experts in assassination and have never failed such a mission. But this time, something strange happened."
"Huh?"
"They lost part of their memory."
"Huh?"
Zhangsun Wuji turned to look at her. "Their memory, from the beginning when they pretended to be bandits to when they accidentally got involved with Feng Jingfan, to when she was shot and fell off the cliff, was very clear. But after she fell off the cliff, everyone's memory became blurry. Most of them didn't even remember what happened. Their memories were empty, and they jumped directly from where Feng Jingfan fell to the victory meeting to report back to me. To them, it was a normal, victorious assassination."
"Then how did you find out that something was wrong?"
"It was the leader of my secret guards. Because he was worried about participating personally, he followed me for the longest time and learned some things. He always felt that something was wrong. He had a habit of checking the time at any time. I specially gave him a Western Region Gold Watch. When he checked the time, he realized that there was a time when they didn't seem to have any movement or memory."
He raised his eyes and looked at the depths of the sky. There was a starlight in the sky that reflected his eyes. There was a kind of puzzlement and weariness in his eyes. He thought of the person he found in the last round of the Zhenwu Competition in the Golden Hall that day. He said slowly, "Perhaps, there is a person whom I hate to see. She has finally appeared as expected …"
Meng Fuyao tilted her head to look at him and asked curiously, "You have someone you hate too? I thought you didn't have normal emotions in your life. "
"If you know what you like, then you know what you hate. I'm glad that I finally know." Zhangsun Wuji smiled and looked at her with bright eyes until she turned her head away uncomfortably. Suddenly, she remembered something and said, "I remember that you have a martial art that can erase a person's memory and control their mind. Don't tell me …" Zhangsun Wuji's eyes lit up.
Zhangsun Wuji smiled faintly and said, "Fuyao, sometimes you're really smart."
"Zhangsun Wuji, I've never been a person who likes to get to the bottom of things. That's why I've never asked about your background and all the strange things about you. Are you really going to keep it a secret from me forever?" Fuyao remained silent for a long time before she said, "Zhangsun Wuji, I've never been one to get to the bottom of things.
Zhangsun Wuji put down his bowl and sat across from her, his knees touching. He took her hand and wrapped it in his palm, saying softly, "Fuyao, I have told you everything I should have told you. Everything I didn't tell you was because it would only bring you more harm than good if you knew."
He sighed softly. "I think it's better for me to make a trip to Mount Talisman myself …"
"There's no need to go!"
The distant and calm female voice came faintly, swaying like water ripples. It seemed to be ringing above their heads, but also seemed to be far away. The voice sounded very "empty", and every word had no difference in tone, giving off an illusory, boundless, and untouchable feeling.
Zhangsun Wuji's expression changed slightly. He suddenly pushed Meng Fuyao away and pressed his hand on the white stone table.
Immediately, she saw a crack appear on the white stone table.
The crack appeared silently and suddenly. At first, it was only a thin line, like the shadow of the moon. Then, it became deeper and bigger, extending forward like a sword. It stretched all the way in Zhangsun Wuji's direction and was about to reach the pot of Eight Treasures Lotus Seed Soup.
The female voice in the air seemed to be laughing, but there was no humor in it. Instead, her voice suddenly became more enchanting. "Senior Brother, you're enjoying yourself. I've come from afar. Aren't you going to treat me to a bowl?"
Zhangsun Wuji pointed with his finger, and the continuously extending crack suddenly stopped at the edge of the pot. He raised his eyebrows and smiled faintly. "Taiyan, you've never eaten snacks."
"It's okay to eat it once in a while. Look at this lotus seed soup. What kind of divine item is it? How could it make a senior brother who doesn't love the mortal world and doesn't covet human desires to feed me like a little girl in the mortal world?"
As the voice echoed, the crack extended a little further.
Zhangsun Wuji wiped the crack with his finger and said calmly, "It's just an ordinary taste of the mortal world. It definitely won't enter your eyes, Taiyan. It won't taint your noble appetite, which has always been eating only flowers and dew."
"Can I be more noble than you, Senior Brother? Even I can only look up to a genius like you. " The female voice suddenly became cold again. The enchanting charm was gone, replaced with a hint of mockery. "You can drink it, but I can't?"
Her last word, 'de', suddenly turned into a crack. The sound of her voice rose up like a bolt of lightning. With a sudden sound, the jar suddenly split open.
The jar split open, but the soup didn't spill out. Zhangsun Wuji immediately raised his hand the moment she spoke, and with a gesture, he covered the jar. The flowing soup in the jar that had split in half suddenly stopped, and then quieted down. Unexpectedly, it still maintained its previous shape, and not a single drop spilled out.
Zhangsun Wuji stared at the soup, and his eyes suddenly showed a sense of annoyance. He looked up at the eaves in front of him and said coldly, "You can drink it. Not only can you drink it, but you can also get everything I can get. I told the masters this many years ago, so now, you can go."
"Why should I go?" Following Zhangsun Wuji's gaze, a small shadow suddenly appeared at the corner of the square house. It was a ball of pink and white in the moonlight. It looked soft, like a night-blooming albizia flower. It was completely different from the hollow, sharp, enchanting, or mocking mature female voice. However, it was indeed her voice, and it was even sharper. "Zhangsun Wuji, I hate you the most. I've said it before, I don't want you to give way to me, and you don't deserve to give way to me!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the stone table shattered with a loud bang. Stone chips filled the sky. The stone chips rustled and danced in the air. They were slow at first, but then they rushed like lightning and gathered into a gray snake that shot straight between Zhangsun Wuji's eyebrows!
Zhangsun Wuji spread out his sleeves, first in front of Fuyao to prevent her from being hurt by the flying stones. Then, he stretched out two fingers and cut the 'stone snake' into two, as if he was cutting the snake's weak point.
That 'stone snake' was broken and split again. With a 'whoosh', it unfolded in midair, quickly rearranging itself between real and illusory. Suddenly, it transformed into a stone fan. The woman raised her hand from afar, and the stone fan suddenly slammed horizontally, slamming down on Zhangsun Wuji's head.
Zhangsun Wuji made a stroke with one hand, and the remaining soup at the bottom of the bowl turned into a string of sparkling jade beads that flew into the air. The 'beads' formed a string of Buddhist prayer beads on his fingertips, and with a swishing sound, they hit the stone fan and turned it into gray dust.
He smiled faintly. "Since you want to drink it so much, I'll let you have a taste."
Tai Yan snorted coldly and waved her finger. The grayish-white whirlwind of stone chips once again turned into butterflies, clouds, trees in the wind, and dragons in the deep sea. They attacked Zhangsun Wuji's vital points from various angles, whether lightly, strangely, ferociously, or craftily. However, Zhangsun Wuji managed to deal with them with the soup. He was not like Tai Yan, who could change thousands of times. He was always a string of soup beads, but he could separate and combine them into a formation. Every slight change would bring about endless changes. The rising and falling combinations between his fingers and palms were boundless.
He was still smiling in such a subtle but fierce battle. He said faintly, "Congratulations, Junior Sister. I was wondering why you suddenly stepped into the world of mortals. It turns out that you've mastered the divine technique."
"Yes, after you, I've mastered it." Tai Yan's voice changed again this time. She said lightly and disgustedly, "It's always' after you '… Zhangsun Wuji, I think, without you, I wouldn't exist as an' Empress'. Don't you think so?"
She flicked her little finger, and with an extremely light gesture, a whistling wind suddenly rose on the ground. The Acacia flowers on the ground were uprooted, and the whistling wind rolled into a crimson giant pestle, hitting Zhangsun Wuji's chest!
"Then, without you as an 'Empress', I would be the only one. Tai Yan, don't you think so?" Zhangsun Wuji's voice was calm. He flicked his finger, and the string of 'beads' suddenly condensed into a ball. It was heavy and translucent, and shot out like lightning, hitting the end of the 'pestle'!
"Boom!"
It was hard to imagine that the soft flowers and soup could create such a huge sound, and it was hard to imagine that such a beautiful battle existed in the world. The pestle that filled the sky was violently knocked away by the pearls of lotus seed soup, and light purple and captivating red flew into the air. The crimson flowers that were shaken off released countless needle-like dark red tentacles, like the skirt of a beauty that was scattered in the wind. Or perhaps it was the Nine Heavens Fairy's Royal Flag, which was gorgeous and ostentatious in the dark sky and under the jade white moonlight. It was a shocking scene in an instant.
Meng Fuyao had been sitting all along, staring at the battle between the fingers of the motionless figure. Her blood was boiling because of the blurred yet dazzling changes. After reaching the sixth level of her 'Cleaving Nine Heavens', each level was divided into three levels, and she had to improve it one level at a time. She had yet to find the cultivation method for the second level of the sixth level, the 'Tide Rotation', but today, the battle between Zhangsun Wuji and his Junior Sister, Tai Yan, who had suddenly appeared, had enlightened her.
With a head full of white dust, she stared excitedly at the hands of Zhangsun Wuji and Tai Yan, thinking hard about the thousands of changes that occurred during each change, trying to find the origin and trajectory of those changes. She was so focused that her fingers subconsciously flicked slightly, imitating the magical movements. She did not notice that Tai Yan, who was on the roof, had suddenly turned her gaze and turned cold.
"Smack!"
Suddenly, Meng Fuyao's cheeks heated up, and a strong force slapped her face. Her whole body leaned backward, and only then did she hear Tai Yan's cold voice. "How dare a scoundrel secretly learn a divine skill! Damn it! "
Zhangsun Wuji suddenly turned back, his eyes blazing.
Meng Fuyao propped herself up and touched her face. Half of her cheeks were already swollen, and she flew into a rage.
'Slap me? How dare you slap me? '
'I've lived for two lifetimes and dozens of years, but I've never been slapped by anyone before!
'If you don't hit my face, you're asking for it!'
She leaped up and charged forward without saying a word.
But someone was faster than her. Zhangsun Wuji, who had been sitting upright all this while, suddenly made his move. His body extended, and he shot toward the opposite eaves, passing through the rain of petals. In mid-air, he flicked his sleeves, and half of the eaves fell with a loud bang. Tai Yan, who was sitting on it, was completely focused on his attack. She was caught off guard by his sudden attack, and her body fell straight down. She hurriedly somersaulted in mid-air, landing gracefully on the ground. She snorted coldly and was about to raise her hand to attack, but Zhangsun Wuji had already landed on that half of the eaves. He waved his sleeves condescendingly, and Tai Yan was shocked. She subconsciously took a step back, but the window frame behind her suddenly broke, and the window fell with a creak. She had no choice but to move forward and meet Meng Fuyao.
Meng Fuyao rolled up her sleeves and rushed forward. When she saw Tai Yan being forced in her direction, she hurriedly gave her a slap. Tai Yan tilted her head and suddenly appeared behind her. "You think you're qualified to hit me?"
Before she could finish her sentence, she saw a purple shadow flash in front of her, and with a slap, she felt a burning sensation on her cheeks. It was also a slap!
She heard Zhangsun Wuji's laughing voice. "It's the same if I hit her."
"Zhangsun Wuji, how shameless of you to join forces with others to attack me!" Tai Yan held her face and laughed in anger. "Aren't you ashamed?"
"Since you've learned how to launch a sneak attack, why can't I learn how to gang up on you?" Zhangsun Wuji looked at her coldly. "Tai Yan, you've been fighting with me for so many years, and you're still unwilling to give up. That's up to you. But I'm warning you, if you dare to take out your anger on others and hurt the innocent, I don't mind personally killing my fellow sect members."
"Zhangsun Wuji, I'm also telling you that as long as you're here, I'll never stop fighting with you." Tai Yan suddenly let out an enchanting smile. "Since I've mastered my divine skills and my masters have allowed me to enter the mortal world again, I'll have plenty of time to waste with you. I'll destroy what you want to do and hurt what you want to protect. I'll prove to my masters who's the real number one!"
She pointed at Meng Fuyao. "For example, the slap today was just a prelude. If I'm in a bad mood in the future, I'll come and slap her whenever I have the time."
Meng Fuyao stared at her. 'This evil midget!'
'Uh … alright, a rather delicate midget.'
Tai Yan looked like a child. She was about eleven or twelve years old, and her face was pink with some baby fat. If it weren't for her mature voice and bright eyes, she would look like a delicate little girl.
Dwarves were ugly, but she was not. Looking at her face and figure, as well as listening to her changing voice, Fuyao felt that this person did not match her appearance. She did not know if she was born that way, or if it was caused by someone else.
'This Tai Yan seems to have been at odds with Zhangsun Wuji for a long time. Does she think that slapping her is the same as slapping Zhangsun Wuji? Wouldn't that be a huge loss for her? '
Tai Yan ignored Meng Fuyao's astonished gaze, as if she didn't care that her strange appearance attracted attention. She touched her face, as if trying to pinpoint the outline of the slap, and stared at Zhangsun Wuji with a cold smile.
Zhangsun Wuji looked at her indifferently, his eyes filled with impatience and fatigue. He seemed too lazy to bicker with Tai Yan, and only intentionally or unintentionally blocked her. In his arms, the sleeping Lord Ingot suddenly popped his head out and stared at Tai Yan in shock. "Squeak, squeak!" he exclaimed in shock.
"Squeak!"
This sound didn't come from Lord Ingot, but from Tai Yan's sleeves. Suddenly, a rabbit that looked exactly like Ingot crawled out. In fact, it was even fatter than Ingot, with a body full of shiny black fur. The rat's eyes lit up when it saw Ingot, and it closed its claws, ready to rush over. "Squeak, squeak!"
Lord Ingot shrank his head back with a whoosh, burrowing deep into Zhangsun Wuji's clothes. 'I didn't see it, I didn't see it, I didn't see it, I didn't see it, I didn't see it …'
The black rat didn't give up. With a kick of its fat legs, it was about to spring up. "Squeak, squeak! Squeak, squeak, squeak! "Tai Yan frowned and grabbed its tail, stuffing it back." Pearl! Don't let me down! It's not like all the male rats in the world are dead. Why must you find the ugliest one? "
Lord Ingot was furious. He immediately popped his head out and complained with tears in his eyes, "Squeak, squeak!"
The black pearl immediately turned around and scolded Tai Yan, "Squeak, squeak!"
…
Meng Fuyao even forgot about the slap. Amidst the squeaks, she hugged her head and collapsed. 'Heavens, there are so many evildoers in the world, and there's even a black Ingot!'
Tai Yan finally stuffed the black pearl back into her sleeves. She didn't stop after scolding her master, and even started reciting love poems with her claws, squeaking so loudly that it was almost inaudible.
She sneered at Zhangsun Wuji, and from the corner of her eye, she glanced at Zong Yue, Yun Hen, and the others who had heard the commotion and rushed over. Without another word, she turned around and left.
Zhangsun Wuji looked at her back and suddenly asked, "What about her?"
"If you have the ability, find her again and kill her." Tai Yan's lips curled into a smile. Suddenly, she leaned close to Zhangsun Wuji and whispered in his ear, "My unprecedented genius senior, I say, you seem to have regressed …"
She laughed, and without waiting for Zhangsun Wuji's reply, she rolled up her sleeves and stepped onto the wall beside her. Every step she took left a neat footprint on the wall. With her hands behind her back, she walked on the wall as if she was walking on flat ground. Then, she walked on the roof, step by step, and walked out of the wall. Her steps were slow and steady, as if she was calmly walking on the ground. The gravitational force of the earth seemed to have no effect on her.
As she walked, the bricks on the wall silently fell into the shape of footprints.
Everyone was staring at the extraordinary display of Qinggong, which was completely out of the norm. All of a sudden, Meng Fuyao squatted down, picked up a piece of gravel, and threw it at it.
"Who asked you to show off? Who asked you to pretend?"
"Smack!"
The gravel actually hit Tai Yan's back, and with a smack, a white dust mark appeared on her back as she was about to step onto the wall. Tai Yan was not prepared for this shameless move. She swayed and almost fell off the wall. She tried her best to balance herself and barely maintained the demeanor of an expert. Then, she leaped into the air and shot away like a bolt of lightning.
Meng Fuyao slapped her thigh and laughed. "Miss, I knew that your Qinggong was dangerous. You're at your weakest when you've just used up your old strength, haven't you? Haha! "She touched the finger mark on her face and raised her eyebrows again.
"I'm not done with you either!"
= = =
"Zhangsun Wuji, oh, Zhangsun Wuji." She lay in front of him and stared at his face with her hands on her cheeks. "For the sake of me, the unlucky one who got dragged into this mess by you, don't you think you need to explain yourself to this junior who popped out of a rock?"
"Tai Yan is the daughter of my Master Uncle. She's very competitive." Zhangsun Wuji laughed and brushed aside her hair to look at the finger mark. When he saw that it had mostly faded, he said in satisfaction, "Before I entered the sect, she was the most talented and highly regarded child of the sect. Later on, I was chosen by Master and entered the sect to learn martial arts. Since then, she's grown to hate me. You've seen it for yourself. That's how she is. She'll take every opportunity to go against me."
"What's with her height? Is it innate? "
"No, it's the Maiden Technique of the sect. Tai Yan is too competitive and has always wanted to be first in everything since she was young. The Maiden Technique harms one's physique, so it's only suitable to cultivate after the age of 15. In order to fight for first place, she started at the age of 12. As a result, her height and physique remained at that age forever. It's quite pitiful, but she doesn't think so. She thinks that all girls taller than her are ugly."
Meng Fuyao burst into laughter. "Sigh, say, why does she have to go against you?"
Her eyes darted around as she thought, 'Could this be another way of expressing her love?' When she was young in her previous life, when boys chased after little girls, they would always pull on their pigtails to make them cry.
"You don't understand Tai Yan. People who grew up in my sect are unlikely to have worldly desires." Zhangsun Wuji saw through the little plan in her heart at a glance and said with a faint smile, "If someone tries to drive you away from the first day you appear, she will dig traps when you practice martial arts, she will release poisonous beasts when you sleep, she will put anesthesia needles in the collar of the clothes you will wear the next day when you compete in martial arts, she will follow you when you go out to gain experience, and she will use all means to make trouble for you — do you think this is love?"
Meng Fuyao remained silent and muttered, "What kind of damned Junior Sister is this? Also, from her tone, what is she fighting with you over? Zhangsun Wuji, I'm not trying to criticize you, but you're already the ruler of a nation. Who else in the world can be higher than you? Let's just let her have her way. She won't be so annoying. "
"Do you think with that temper of hers, would she be willing to let go of something?" Zhangsun Wuji sighed and said in a low voice, "This is probably the most helpless and helpless matter in my life, apart from you."
Meng Fuyao's eyes darted around. 'I didn't hear you, I didn't hear you.'
"Go to sleep." Zhangsun Wuji patted her and said, "If you can't sleep, I don't mind accompanying you …"
"I'm so sleepy!" Meng Fuyao ran back to her room like a wisp of smoke, leaving Zhangsun Wuji and Yuan Bao staring at each other. After a while, Yuan Bao let out a long sigh.
'Ah … Black Pearl, why didn't you die of obesity …'
= = =
From Tai Yan's tone, it seemed that Feng Jingfan had been saved by her. However, a few days later, news that shook the capital spread. Princess Fo Lian and Fourth Prince Feng of the Jade Pearl Kingdom were assassinated at the border of Tiansha. The prince escaped, but the princess was killed by a stray arrow. The King of Jade Pearl Kingdom was extremely grief-stricken. Although he had many children, he had never appointed a crown prince. It was said that his selfish heart belonged to the gentle, generous, and extremely famous Fo Lian. Now that this had happened, his fierce wife immediately threw a tantrum in the palace. She prepared a carriage and clothes, ready to rush to Tiansha to settle the score with Zhan Nancheng. Fortunately, she was stopped by the King of Jade Pearl Kingdom. The couple actually fought in front of the palace gates. There were a few clean lines of blood on the King's face. He used his flesh and blood to suppress his tigress. He then hurriedly wrote a letter to denounce Zhan Nancheng and demand him to hand over the murderer. Where was Zhan Nancheng going to find the murderer? He ordered Wu County, which was under the jurisdiction of Mount Fu, to investigate the murderer, but there was no report after a long time. Zhan Nancheng frowned and sighed in the palace. Just then, he met Meng Fuyao, who went to pay her respects to him. During this period of time, she and Zhan Nancheng had been getting along well and had given him many suggestions on the reorganization of the army. Zhan Nancheng often brought her along when he went out. At first, they were still far apart, but later on, he let down his guard and often asked to see her. When she heard him, she smiled and said, "What's so difficult about that? A three-legged toad is hard to find, but a two-legged murderer is a dime a dozen. " She immediately led a group of guards and ran hundreds of miles through the night, wiping out the bandits near Mount Fu.
Then, she leisurely carried a few heads and placed them in front of the Xuanji envoys who were waiting for news in Pandu. The heads were deliberately not preserved, so they rotted in the summer weather. The envoys and the Fourth Prince, who was waiting to identify the murderer, did not even have time to sit down before they were suffocated and ran out. They leaned against the wall and vomited. Meng Fuyao carried the heads and chased after them. "Hey, look carefully first. It's more important to avenge the princess …" The Fourth Prince covered his face with his sleeves, closed his eyes and turned his head. With a wave of his hand, he said in a mournful voice, "Stop … stop … stop …"
'Forget it then. Who asked you to not look clearly?'
Meng Fuyao entered the palace to report to Zhan Nancheng. The two of them smiled at each other. Zhan Nancheng's eyes flickered as he asked her, "Was it done by you? You and I are friends. There's no harm in saying it. I won't tell anyone else. "
Meng Fuyao smiled at him and said, "Your Majesty, on the night of the incident at Mount Fu, I was still drinking in a restaurant. I believe Your Majesty is aware of it, but if possible, I hope that it was done by myself."
Zhan Nancheng laughed heartily, feeling that he and Meng Fuyao had become closer. Meng Fuyao took out another piece of paper and mysteriously showed it to Zhan Nancheng. "Your Majesty, I've found a rebellious item!"
Zhan Nancheng's expression changed the moment he took it.
On the paper was written in a crooked manner, "The Azure Dragon is in the wilderness, controlling the wind as a flag!"
Zhan Nancheng crumpled the paper and slammed it on the table. He then hurried around the room with his hands behind his back, his head lowered as he muttered to himself. From his half-lowered face, one could see that his eyes were flickering with anger, but there was also some hesitation in his anger.
Meng Fuyao pretended not to know and asked him naively, "I don't know what the code word is, but it's being sung in the countryside. Have you heard of it, Your Majesty?"
"It's just an arrogant and ignorant person," Zhan Nancheng answered. He suddenly stopped and looked at her. After a while, he said in a deep voice, "General Meng, since you're worried that you won't be able to use your skills in Wuji, are you willing to make contributions in Tiansha and forge a legacy?"
'Mamma mia, you've finally asked this question!'
Meng Fuyao's eyes were brimming with tears, but she put on a frivolous and excited expression. She immediately said, "Yes, I've already resigned from Wuji a few days ago. Now, I'll be a soldier under Your Majesty's command. It'd be best if I could go to the border army and start as a squad leader. That'd be great!"
"You're such a talent, how can I let you be a soldier in the tough border army?" Zhan Nancheng waved his hand. "You'll also be a deputy commander in the Flying Leopard Army. Although it's only a fourth rank and not as high as your original rank, you'll be the Dragon-Tiger General in the future if you do well!"
"Your humble servant obeys Your Majesty!"
= = =
In the seventh year of the Tiansha Thousand Autumns, the Azure Dragon rose in the wilderness in the seventh month.
Zhan Beiye, who hadn't been heard from for a full month since they parted ways in Pandu, shook the world when he did.
On the thirteenth day of the seventh month, Zhan Beiye, who had arrived at Geya, didn't stop. He immediately recalled his troops hidden in the depths of Geya, along with Bian Hongyu, the deputy commander of the Northwest Border Army, and Liu Xie, the commander of the Killing Border Army. They raised the flag of rebellion in the name of 'Tyrannical Emperor'.
At the same time, while he was still on his way back to Geya, the forces that had been cultivated for many years began to attack him through public opinion. From Pandu to Geya, rumors about Fierce King Beiye's loyalty to the country was slandered, and how he was killed in Chang Han Mountain, as well as Zhan Nancheng's mistreatment of his meritorious subjects spread all over the place. There were even some that sounded certain: "The Zhan family established the country with a totem bestowed by the gods. Our ancestors said that in two generations, the Azure Dragon will be in the wilderness. This fits the name of the Fierce King, and the destined master will be born soon." Strange legends like these were quietly nibbling away at the people's sense of orthodoxy in the Land of Tian Sha at the speed of a thousand miles in an instant.
On the fifteenth day of the seventh month, under Le City.
On the seventeenth day of the seventh month, under Yunyang.
On the twentieth day of the seventh month, under Kui River.
On the twenty-fourth day of the seventh month, when the Azure Dragon flag neared the city, Jin Yan of the Taijing Prefecture took the initiative to offer the city.
On the twenty-sixth day of the seventh month, the last barrier between the Tiansha Land and the Middle World, Jinshui City, was broken. Three thousand soldiers were unarmed.
On the twenty-seventh day of the seventh month, Xian City, the capital of Minglun.
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On the third day of the eighth month, the Azure Dragon army stopped in front of the Tiansha Yi River. Their unstoppable advance finally encountered the first large-scale resistance since the uprising. In front of the largest river in the Tiansha Land that separated the northern and southern territories, the two armies looked at each other across the surging river. The shouts of men and horses could be heard faintly through the mist on the river. The dense murderous aura condensed into dark clouds above the river. A great battle was imminent.
On the third day of the eighth month, on the shore of the raging river, a man in black was squatting on a steep rock. On the rock, there was a man in black riding on a black horse. His posture was fixed as he looked to the south. Under the moonlight, his silhouette was like iron.
The river wind roared and filled the sky, blowing up his dark black clothes. There were red hooks on his clothes, flashing like flames in the dark haze of the river.
And the bright moon alone shone on his dark brows that were far more extraordinary than ordinary people. It shone on the dust on his clothes, and it shone on his eyes that were staring at the big city in the center of the Tiansha Land. It was deep and full of longing.
Fuyao … I will use the fastest time in two months to fight my way back to the Tiansha Land, to the place closest to you.
You … are you okay?
At this time.
When the Fierce King's invasion of the Northern Wilderness alarmed the seven countries, in response to this rebellion in Pandu City, there was a continuous and urgent mobilization of troops, horses, and provisions. Compared to the fierce war, the rise and fall of one or two people's positions were not so obvious. For example, a certain arrogant boy who won first place in the True Martial Arts Assembly, a famous martial arts but no brains, gave up the dignified Limitless Martial Noble title and ran to the Tiansha Imperial Army as a deputy commander.
On one side was a monstrous change that shocked the world, and on the other side was an inconspicuous military position in the court. It seemed that they were completely unrelated, and no one would think of these two things together.
Thus, no one knew that there was a hidden and inextricable connection between the two. It was just like the ever-changing chess game of the Four Seas. No one could predict the future of a country from a casual move of a chess piece at this moment.
On the third day of the eighth month, night! Wind and rain Pandu City, bright moon and lonely river!
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On the third day of the eighth month, night, wind and rain Pandu City.
Meng Fuyao returned from her new unit, swaying as she walked back, hugging a tree and leaning against the wall, smiling foolishly at the gutter. She had just treated the new deputy commander to a drink. He was generous and silly, treating her with a smile after a few good words. In just a few days, he had already treated all his colleagues, and all of them had become good friends. If not for the urgency of the war and the fear of angering the Emperor, the deputy commander would have dragged all his good friends out to drink and play with women.
She drank too much tonight, calling herself a beauty when she bumped into a tree, and a handsome when she bumped into a wall. Tiecheng and Yao Xun had it tough, as they could not resist her strength.
To return to Meng Fuyao's house, she had to pass through a densely packed residential area. She walked through the alleys with familiarity, constantly counting the shadows that passed by. Suddenly, she bumped into someone at the corner of an alley.
"Ah, beauty!" Meng Fuyao covered her nose and closed her eyes to apologize. "I didn't mean to bump into your chest …"
"Fuyao! Run!"
The voice was so soft that it was like a wisp of moonlight or a gust of wind, suddenly ramming into Meng Fuyao's ears.
She was startled and raised her eyes in a daze, but the person had already brushed past her. He was as fast as a gust of wind, disappearing into the depths of the alley in the blink of an eye. All that was left was a faint, familiar scent, with a hint of the sunshine that she had once lingered on.
Meng Fuyao's eyes darkened.
Then, she realized that it was a very hot and stuffy night. It was as if it was going to rain, but not yet. There was a faint mist drifting in the air. The moist mist was heavily compressed in the narrow space of the alley, blocking the sky like an iron plate.
At some point in time, the dim yellow moonlight had already disappeared from the sky above.
Meng Fuyao suddenly leaped up.
She leaped up, raised her leg, and kicked Yao Xun out. Caught off guard, Yao Xun's slender body flew out like a kite. His Qinggong was extremely good, and he somersaulted in mid-air, ready to jump over the wall of the alley.
But he could not.
The smoke spread out, and the sky darkened and brightened again. Pale yellow and light gray smoke rose from all directions, covering the sky like a silk curtain.
"Chi!"
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Let me recommend an article that I've read and feel is pretty good. It's called "Love Yourself After Divorce", written by a sparrow in the wind. I don't know the author, but I think it's a rare article. It's simple, delicate, realistic, and touching. Those who like web novels may not like it, but those who are of a certain age and experience and prefer realistic novels, as well as some sort of intimate and touching feeling from the soul and heart, might like it.
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