Ya Lanzhu sat on the eaves of the eastern courtyard of the Han King's Residence, drinking to drown her sorrows.
She had quarreled with Zhan Beiye a few days ago and decided not to follow him in a fit of anger. She had gone to the Han King's estate to play and heard that His Majesty was patrolling the northern borders on behalf of his mother. She had not seen Meng Fuyao for a long time and missed her, but she could not bear to part with Zhan Beiye, so she had followed him. She had a little temper and did not want to appear in front of Zhan Beiye, so she had stolen wine from the kitchen of the Han King's Residence and found a roof to lie down and drink. The guards of the residence could naturally see her, but Ji Yu had already ordered that the gates of the Han King's Residence would always be open to Princess Ya, so he had no choice but to follow her.
Ya Lanzhu leaned against the eaves with a pile of wine jars beside her. She was not a good drinker, but she had deliberately stolen the "Drunk of the Morning and Evening". It was said that this wine was the strongest, and three bowls could make a person drunk for a day and night. However, she had drunk all three jars tonight and was only slightly tipsy. Puzzled, she picked up the wine jar, smelled it, and shook it. Finally, she burped loudly and sighed. "My drinking capacity … uh … has really improved …"
What she did not know was that Yao Xun had immediately ordered all the wine placed outside the residence to be replaced with the warm "Pear Blossom White" the moment he received the news that they had come together. Zhan Beiye, Zhangsun Wuji, and Meng Fuyao were three valiant people. The possibility of unexpected accidents happening within three miles of them was infinitely high. He had put in a lot of effort to maintain the residence, and every blade of grass and tree was worth a thousand gold. What if the three drunkards caused trouble and destroyed the residence? What if they hit little friend Lord Yuan Bao? Even if they did not hit Lord Yuan Bao, it would not be good to hit the flowers and plants.
Yao Xun, who was born to be an unscrupulous businessman, had long ago grasped the essence of making money of today's fake wine merchants. Thus, just like how Maotai contained Erguotou, Princess Ya had stolen the "Pear Blossom White" from the jar of the "Drunk of the Morning and Evening" …
It was a pity that Pear Blossom White would still get drunk if she drank too much. Ya Lanzhu's eyes were already wide open. She cupped her burning cheeks and thought to herself, Zhan Beiye is really a scumbag. Didn't he see that his underwear was wet and was afraid that he would catch a cold? Why did he want to take it off and roast it for him? When had she, Princess Ya, ever done such a thing? He, on the other hand, was still scowling at her when she was condescending. Hmph, hmph, hmph … If it were Meng Fuyao, wouldn't she give him a good slap? If it had been Meng Fuyao … no … if it had been Meng Fuyao, he wouldn't have frowned at all. In fact, he would have been more than happy.
Ya Lanzhu stared blankly for a moment, feeling a little sour in her heart. However, she immediately slapped herself, grabbed a jar of wine, and gulped it down. She drank it ferociously, as if she wanted to use the large amount of wine to pour back into her stomach. After drinking, she wiped her mouth and muttered, "Ya Lanzhu, Ya Lanzhu, can't you be a little more promising? You've already drunk other people's wine, and you still want to be jealous of other people?"
She swayed and squinted at the moon in the sky. She felt that the moon was not bad, much better than Zhan Beiye's usually sullen face. She could not help but recite in intoxication, "The moon is bright and clear, and the outstanding people are bright and clear, and the heart is bright and clear …" Suddenly, she felt that it was too sour and did not match up with that bastard. She recalled that Meng Fuyao had recited a very good poem the last time they drank, much better than this. She slapped her knees and recited,
"Last night, the snow pressed down on the big tree. I drank alone on the road and lost all my clothes and hats. I really regret it. I drank too much vinegar. I searched for me in the crowd, and suddenly realized that everyone is the same. We're all poor!"
A group of guards happened to pass by and staggered …
Lord Ingot happened to pass by the courtyard wall as well. He had been sleeping in Meng Fuyao's room and had been waiting for her for a long time. However, the King did not come, so he had secretly drunk too much and needed to pee. Zhangsun Wuji did not allow him to drink, but he had also drunk a little too much last night. Thus, Lord Ingot crawled into every empty wine jar. The remaining wine was enough for him to drink, especially for the War Emperor, who did not drink well. After crawling into three wine jars, Lord Ingot's stomach bulged like the Himalayas.
He tried to pee in the flower beds, but felt that the fertilized flower beds were not clean enough. Thus, he simply jumped around to inspect the decorations of the Han Prince's residence. Naturally, the guards had already been informed that if they saw a fat white ball rolling by, they should not hit it like a mouse. Instead, they should just ignore it.
After Lord Ingot had finished peeing, he suddenly heard the words "good poem" above his head. He immediately scurried up and spread his paws to sleep beside Ya Lanzhu. Ya Lanzhu tilted her head and saw the big white ball in a little red cloak. She immediately giggled and said, "Ingot, you're the best. You know how to keep me company."
Lord Ingot grinned and glanced at an unfinished wine jar. He thought to himself, "I just like to sleep in the smell of wine."
The man and the mouse lay in the same position. Ya Lanzhu stared at the moon in the sky, lost in thought. After a while, she sighed and said, "So far … So far …"
Lord Ingot glanced at her and thought to himself, "Pun, pun …"
Then, he crawled into a wine jar and started fiddling with it. Suddenly, his nose sniffed and his ears perked up. Ya Lanzhu also heard the strange sound and got up to look into the distance.
She saw a figure stumbling and crawling over from afar. That person seemed to be seriously injured and walked with difficulty. Under the cold moonlight, she could vaguely see that his body was covered in blood.
The direction he was coming from was the Great Han King's Mansion. He was still two alleys away. However, even further away, an entire group of people in gray was chasing after him. The group seemed to be desperately trying to stop this person from running to the Great Han King's Mansion. The person at the front of the group drew his bow and nocked an arrow, shooting it at the back of the person in front of him.
Uh … In broad daylight … under the eyes of my righteous and awe-inspiring Princess Ya … killing people without the slightest scruple?
Hmm?
Hmph!
Ya Lanzhu jumped up with a whoosh and immediately grabbed two wine jars. She waved them left and right as she charged forward.
With one step, she leaped onto the wall of the nearest alley. She raised her hand in midair and threw one of the wine jars at the flying arrow. As she threw it, she saw a flash of white light from the corner of her eye. She felt that something was wrong. She turned her head and saw that Lord Ingot was no longer on the eaves. She then looked at the wine jar that had been thrown out. A certain ball's four claws were spread open and its white fur was sent flying. Its eyes were wide and round …
Ya Lanzhu screamed and threw herself forward. However, the wine jar had already collided with the tip of the arrow. Ya Lanzhu screamed again and closed her eyes, afraid to see the bloody skewer of rat meat. In the end, she heard a man's fierce roar.
Ya Lanzhu opened her eyes and saw the wine jar shattering and the flying arrow crashing down. Lord Ingot, who had stepped on the flying arrow and flown away, did a beautiful somersault. His front leg kicked out 360 degrees and kicked the man who had shot the arrow in the eye …
It had caused the man's eyeball to explode …
The man roared in pain and brandished his saber. Lord Ingot dodged left and right under his saber, nimbly leaping here and there. There were several times when he was almost cut. Ya Lanzhu was frightened and hurriedly threw herself forward. With a swing of her hand, she threw another wine jar at the man. The group of men in gray immediately swarmed over and surrounded her, the swords in their hands gleaming with a cold light.
The man in the lead raised his head and looked at the towering Prince Han's Mansion. He hesitated for a moment, then waved his hand and said in a low voice, "Finish this quickly!"
Ya Lanzhu laughed mischievously and pulled out the colorful scimitar on her back. With a swish, she said, "Come, I haven't fought in a long time. My hands are itching!"
Ingot slid back to her shoulder with a swish. He crossed his claws and assumed a valiant karate stance.
The grey-clothed men surrounded her, and Ya Lanzhu's curved blade flashed with a rainbow arc of light, forcing one of them to retreat. Amidst the chaos, she turned her head to look at the dying man who had been rescued. His face was covered in blood, and his hair was disheveled. His black hair stuck to his face, covering half of his face. Even so, Ya Lanzhu remembered who he was at a second glance.
She said in surprise, "It's you …"
= = =
While Ya Lanzhu and Lord Ingot were drinking wine on the eaves, King Meng was still sleeping.
She was dreaming. She dreamed that she was feeding her mother ginseng soup in a high and distant hall. The hall was very quiet, with only the sound of a spoon hitting a porcelain bowl. She smiled at her mother, and her mother smiled back. She smiled, and smiled, and smiled. Suddenly, the hall door was slammed open and a huge rock came crashing in, pressing down on her.
Crashing in …
She opened her eyes … Was she having a nightmare? Was she dreaming of a ghost pressing down on her? Why does it feel like the heavy weight from the dream is still there, and I don't know where the extremely cold wind came from?
Then, she smelled the scent of alcohol and heard someone breathing on her.
She slowly raised her eyes and sized up the man's clothes. She raised her eyebrows.
'Who … who … that damned Zhan Beiye. How dare he use me as a cushion and sleep with me?'
She immediately stretched out her claws to push him away, but he suddenly flipped over. Not only did he not fall, but he also faced her and hugged her tightly.
She frowned and raised her knee to push him down. The first time, it didn't budge. The second time, she used all her strength. The man grunted, but he still didn't move.
She was speechless. "Zhan Beiye, you've drunk too much. Are you out of your mind? How dare you barge into my room in the middle of the night! "
Suddenly, the person on top of her opened his eyes, which shone with a divine light. His eyes were so close to her, and the blackness of his Ironwood Abyss was like a huge magical whirlpool. The black light was so deep that she was about to be sucked into it. Meng Fuyao was stunned by such a gaze. She felt as if her heart was being hit by it, and she actually felt a faint pain.
The man said in a low voice, "This is my room."
"Uh …" She was stunned. She looked around and realized that the room was indeed more like a guest room than a master bedroom. Could it be that she was the one who ran into the wrong room instead of him?
"Alright then, I'll let you in." Meng Fuyao immediately pushed him away, but he did not budge. He used the same amount of True Energy she used to resist, not one bit less, but not one bit more. He lazily said, "I drank too much. I don't feel like moving after sleeping."
He didn't move. Instead, he propped his elbow on the side of the bed and leaned against her shoulder. He carefully inhaled her natural, slightly fragrant breath. It was soft and mellow, just like the wine tonight. It was as thin and soft as pear blossoms. He didn't feel it at first, but after a while, he could feel its fragrance. It was like a pure white petal that slid past the tip of his nose and disappeared in the wind. It was a fragrance that penetrated deep into his heart for a long time.
The fragrance spread in all directions, attracting people to chase after it, but it was far away in the wind, untouchable.
Zhan Beiye closed his eyes and took a deep breath … He didn't think too much. He just wanted to quietly immerse himself in her scent and atmosphere. He might be rich in this life, but he might not have many opportunities and time to be so close to her.
He didn't want to force himself on her, and he didn't want to go against her wishes. Thus, he let him quietly absorb the air that was mixed with the moonlight, starlight, and her scent, and slowly reminisce about the days when they were separated more often than together.
Meng Fuyao suddenly sighed and said in a low voice, "Poor bed …"
Then she punched!
Her fist smashed the bed board beneath her!
With a loud bang, the bed board broke in the middle, and the entire bed collapsed, creating a triangular gap. Meng Fuyao rolled out of the gap and kicked the bedding that had fallen to the ground at Zhan Beiye.
She stood barefoot on the ground in her underwear, glaring at Zhan Beiye. She grabbed her robe and was about to leave when Zhan Beiye said, "Wait!"
Meng Fuyao ignored him and strode forward with her head held high and chest puffed out. Zhan Beiye pushed the bedding aside and stood up. Meng Fuyao immediately jumped out of the room, but Zhan Beiye reached out to grab her and bent his body slightly.
Meng Fuyao frowned and said hurriedly, "Zhan Beiye, please don't force me to curse like a shrew. If it really goes to that extent, it won't look good for everyone. After all, we're all smart people …"
She suddenly froze again.
Faint moonlight shone through the open door, illuminating Zhan Beiye's already standing figure and the pair of shoes he was holding in his hand.
Meng Fuyao's shoes.
Zhan Beiye shook them in front of her and half-knelt down.
Half-kneeling, he gently lifted her foot and helped her put on the shoes. "If you want to run, just run. It's winter and you're not even wearing shoes. Are you purposely letting yourself catch a cold to make my conscience uneasy?"
The cold moonlight spread out in a semi-arc at the door. Within the circle of cold light, the Great Han Emperor was half-kneeling. He did not think that he was condescending, nor did he think that he was making an exception. He was completely calm and focused on helping his beloved woman put on the shoes. His palms were not delicate. They were rough from years of practicing martial arts and the desert wind and sand. When they touched the tender skin of her instep, she felt a burning heat that deeply rubbed against her sensitive senses as a martial artist. Her delicate skin and delicate ankle felt like soft jade in his palm, heating up his heart and making it tremble.
In her shock, she felt his scorching fingers suddenly tremble, causing her to panic. She hastily retracted her foot, afraid that he would help her put on another shoe. With the tip of her toe, she hooked the shoe up and hastily put it on. She jumped out of the room, only to see that the Emperor of the Great Han Empire remained motionless. Looking at him with his slightly lowered head, she could see that his ears were slightly red.
When Zhan Beiye helped her put on the shoes, he was indeed not thinking of anything. He was the ruler of a nation, noble beyond compare, but he had never used it to look down on her. He had met her in his most difficult time, and she had gone through thick and thin with him. Half of the vast world could be considered hers, and she had even saved his life more than once. In front of a woman like her, all the dignity of the Emperor and the Son of Heaven could not be put on display. He was simply afraid that she would catch a cold.
But every time he touched her skin, he could not control himself …
The Great Han Emperor half-knelt and took a deep breath. He pressed his hand against the cold ground and suppressed the surging blood in his body. After a long while, he slowly stood up.
Meng Fuyao hurriedly put on her robe. Not knowing what to say, she covered her face with her sleeves and said, "I'm leaving."
As she turned around, she suddenly heard a scratching sound.
It was a very strange scratching sound, as if an animal was scratching the wall. Then, a white shadow flashed on the opposite wall. Lord Ingot appeared, waving his claws and shouting, "Squeak squeak! Squeak squeak! "
Meng Fuyao laughed. "What's with this drunken madness?" Suddenly, she frowned and realized that there was a red mark on Lord Ingot's white fur.
Blood?
Meng Fuyao scuttled to the top of the wall. Shadows flashed past her. It was Zhan Beiye and Zhangsun Wuji. Zhangsun Wuji reached out and scooped Lord Ingot up. He was originally sleeping in the neighboring courtyard and had already woken up when he heard the sound of the bed. For some reason, the usually well-dressed Crown Prince was not dressed properly today. His collar was loose, revealing a straight and exquisite collarbone and a bit of smooth skin on his chest. His languid appearance had a sexy charm to it, which made Meng Fuyao blush and quickly avert her gaze.
Zhangsun Wuji looked at her and then at Zhan Beiye. After listening to Lord Ingot's chatter, Meng Fuyao had already leaped to the top of the wall. "Haozi is injured? Hmm? Haozi is injured! "
The last sentence was full of murderous intent. Lord Ingot struggled desperately in Zhangsun Wuji's hand and pointed outward. The three of them turned around and saw that a few alleys away, there was a vaguely colorful figure fighting a bloody battle. A large group of men in gray surrounded her, consciously forcing her further and further away from King of Han's Mansion.
Judging by the shape of the small machete, it was Ya Lanzhu.
"Rebel!" Roared the ferocious Han King. "I didn't go out to kill a rabbit, but someone actually has the guts to kill my rabbit!"
Before she could finish shouting, Zhan Beiye had already dashed out to save Ya Lanzhu. His guards and the guards of the Han King's Residence were alarmed. Meng Fuyao stood on the wall with her hands on her hips and brazenly pointed in that direction. "Go! Capture the leader alive and trample the rest to death! "
The front door, side door, and back door of the Han King's Residence opened in an instant. Large groups of guards poured out of the residence like black quicksand and rushed in that direction. The sound of galloping hooves and heavy leather boots on the street broke the night and startled the entire quiet city.
The torches lit up one after another, illuminating the area around the Han King's Residence. The men in gray realized that something was wrong and wanted to escape. However, a black shadow flashed and a man rushed over like a furious dragon. He pulled Ya Lanzhu, who had already suffered some minor injuries from the siege, away from the drunken Ya Lanzhu. He raised his hand and pinched one of them to death.
In the blink of an eye, the well-trained Han Royal Army and guards had already blocked off all the nearby passageways and surrounded the gray-clothed men. Torches blazed brightly, illuminating the despairing faces of the gray-clothed men and illuminating the eyes of the blood-stained men leaning against the wall.
He lifted his tattered sleeve and saw the Han Emperor's figure sweep past like a dragon in the flickering light of the torches. He saw the Han King's Iron Cavalry rushing over like the wind, and he saw a handsome youth dressed in black striding over under the protection of countless guards. His posture was ramrod straight, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.
He saw the youth blink his eyes, which were covered by his sleeve, and two thin streams of tears flowed down along the bloodstains on his face.
He murmured, "… Yuchu … you didn't die in vain … I finally … lived to see Han King …"
= = =
Meng Fuyao strode over and saw Ya Lanzhu panting with disheveled hair and a bloody wound on her left arm. She was instantly enraged. She turned around and glared fiercely at the group of men in gray who no longer dared to attack Ya Lanzhu.
The group of men looked at her in panic. Was this handsome, almost frail youth the world-famous King Meng Han who was known for being fierce, shameless, and good at stirring up trouble?
It was said that King Meng Han was a woman? And one of the latest Top Ten Experts, Jiu Xiao!
The face of the leader whose eyeball had been crushed was gloomy, and the expression in his eyes kept changing. Before he came, the leader had repeatedly instructed him to intercept and kill the person who begged for help before he reached the Han King's Mansion, and never to alarm the Han King himself. This group of elites in the gang had spared no effort to cross the border to kill this person, just for the huge and generous reward. No one was willing to provoke a strong enemy for no reason. Unfortunately, their luck was not good, and unexpected changes had occurred repeatedly. Now that the situation was like this, what should they do?
He calculated in his heart that the only way was to reveal the name of the gang and beg softly. No matter how unreasonable this King Meng Han was, he should not have killed so easily and offended the power of another country.
As for the losses on his side, they could only blame it on their bad luck. Where there's life, there's hope!
Having decided on his plan, he forced a smile and bowed. "May I ask if you are King Meng Han?"
'Why are you being so polite with me? Are you thinking of running for your life?' Meng Fuyao looked at him with interest and said with a fake smile, "I wouldn't dare. That's me."
"I've long heard of your name, Your Highness. It's my honor to meet you today." The man in gray bowed again.
Meng Fuyao stared at this assassin, who could actually speak in such a genteel manner. She found him very interesting. With such cooperation, it seemed that she would not have to waste her strength to extort a confession from him. She squinted and said slowly, "You're too kind, too kind. May I know why you broke into the Han King's Mansion in the middle of the night and killed my friend?"
The grey-clothed man frowned, thinking, "You accuse me too quickly. This place is four streets away from the outermost wall of your mansion, and the person I'm chasing is not even your friend. Aren't your intentions too sinister?" He quickly stepped forward and said, "Please don't misunderstand, Your Highness. I was chasing a traitor in the gang and accidentally trespassed on Your Highness' fief. Please forgive me for my lack of manners, considering that we are all from the martial arts world."
Meng Fuyao's eyes flashed. "Oh? Martial arts world? May I know who you are? Please state your name. "
The man in gray puffed out his chest. His tone was humble, but his expression was confident. "I belong to the Everlasting Sky Gang of Xuanji Nation!" He glanced at Meng Fuyao and said, "If King Meng Han does not pursue my offense today and allows me to take the traitor away, the entire Everlasting Sky Gang will be grateful to Your Highness! Although our gang is not as powerful as Your Highness, we are still considered a small force in the world. We will definitely repay Your Highness in the future! "
Meng Fuyao tilted her head. Yao Xun, who was beside her, immediately whispered into her ear, "The number one gang in Xuanji Nation, the number one force in the underworld."
Meng Fuyao hummed in acknowledgment and turned to the man in gray with a smile. "Everlasting Sky Gang … Nice to meet you."
The man in gray looked at her expression and immediately felt relieved. Meng Fuyao looked at him and said, "Don't pursue the matter … Take the traitor away … It's not impossible."
The man in gray was overjoyed. "As long as Your Highness agrees, our gang leader will definitely thank Your Highness!"
"You're welcome, you're welcome. We're all from the martial arts world." Meng Fuyao waved her hand and turned to look at the man who was being chased. Her eyes narrowed.
The Xuanji King of Cheng 'an, Hua Yan.
Meng Fuyao had met him twice. The first time was during the True Martial Arts Meet, when he was Yun Hen's opponent. At that time, he had left a deep impression on her. The second time was during Xuanyuan's Empress Conferring Ceremony. He and his wife, Xuanji Princess Feng Yuchu, had been sent by Xuanji to congratulate them. At that time, she knew that they had been eliminated from the fight for the throne.
But wasn't this eliminated a little too pitiful? He was so pitiful that he couldn't even stay in his own country. Instead, he had chased them out of the country and into her territory.
Meng Fuyao had a good impression of this man. She remembered the battle with Yun Hen. He had been extremely engrossed in the fight and had admitted defeat openly. He was a real man who was worthy of being Yun Hen's opponent.
She glanced at Hua Yan and saw anxiety and eagerness in his eyes. However, there was no trace of fear. Satisfied, she turned back and said, "But it doesn't seem right to let you go just like that …"
The man in gray's expression changed. "Han King …" he said hurriedly.
"This is not a traitor of your Changtian Faction." Meng Fuyao cast him a sidelong glance. "If traitors of the Greenwood Faction were all kings, the Changtian Faction would have been able to establish a nation. How dare you lie to me?"
The man in gray's expression changed again. He wiped the sweat off his face and hesitated for a moment. "What do I have to do for you to let us go, Your Highness?"
"It's simple." Meng Fuyao waved her hand. "I'm the Lord of the Chang Han Faction, after all. The people's livelihood and security in this area are my business. If I let you go without a reasonable reason, how would I, the Meng King of the Great Han, have any face left?"
The man in gray lowered his head in deep thought. Meng Fuyao looked up at the sky with her hands behind her back. Zhan Beiye, Zhangsun Wuji, Ya Lanzhu, and the rest did not speak. They were used to Meng Fuyao handling things herself. She was good at learning from the strengths of others, such as Zhan Beiye's ferocity, Zhangsun Wuji's black-bellied nature, and Ya Lanzhu's ruffian behavior.
The man in gray quickly calculated in his mind. He knew that it would be difficult for him to leave without a proper explanation. In fact, any king would have done the same. King Meng Han was already polite enough and did not seem as domineering and unreasonable as the rumors said. He was the kind of person who knew how to judge the situation. Since that was the case, it was only a matter of time before the higher-ups handed him over. It was fine to sell him a favor now.
Thus, the man, who knew Meng Fuyao but did not know her well enough and was half-baked as both an assassin and a politician, raised his head and approached Meng Fuyao. "Please keep this a secret, Your Highness … This is the man His Highness the Eleventh Prince entrusted to my clan leader. If he's alive, I want to see him. If he's dead, I want to see his corpse!"
The Eleventh Prince of Xuanji, Feng Xuan's most beloved prince, and the first son of the Xuanji Empress.
The information Zhangsun Wuji had given her the other day flashed through Meng Fuyao's mind. She smiled and said, "Oh … I see. But why do you want to kill him?"
The grey-clothed man glanced at her strangely. He did not understand why this famous politician, who had rapidly risen to power in the five continents in such a short period of time, would ask such a childish question. However, he still answered carefully, "I only vaguely heard that this Royal Prince has something important on him that needs to be taken back …"
Meng Fuyao hummed in acknowledgment. She smiled and stretched. "Ah … I wasted a good night's sleep … Alright, let's leave it at that."
She nodded at the man in gray and flashed him a bright smile.
The man in gray was startled, but he did not dare to be impolite. He flashed an ugly, blood-stained smile that made people's hair stand on end.
Meng Fuyao smiled sweetly and politely. Then, she turned around, clasped her hands behind her back, and walked away without another word.
The man in gray stared at her back in shock. He did not understand what she meant. Suddenly, he heard a low, murderous command.
"Kill!"
The voice was as short as a knife, and the murderous aura was as sharp as a knife. The man in gray felt a chill run down his back. Suddenly, a large patch of blood blossomed in front of him. The blood spurted out endlessly, forming a blood-red screen in front of him.
In the screen, he saw the back view of the woman with her hands clasped behind her back. She did not even turn her head from the start.
He slowly lowered his eyes and saw that there was a big hole in his chest. In that big hole, he also strangely saw that his brothers had already fallen to the ground with blood splattering everywhere. Their corpses were ruthlessly stepped on in the dust.
Then, he fell limply to the ground.
The last thought in his life was:
She did not seem to have agreed to let them go …
= = =
Meng Fuyao did not seem to hear the screams behind her. She walked directly to Hua Yan's side, looked at him, and ordered her subordinates to send him into the mansion. Then, she turned around and asked Ya Lanzhu, "Zhuzhu, are you alright?"
Ya Lanzhu waved her curved knife casually. "I'm fine. It's just a flesh wound." Then, she whispered guiltily, "Fuyao, I've caused trouble for you again …"
"What do you mean by causing trouble for me again?" Meng Fuyao laughed. "It's me. I'm born to be a troublesome receiver. Other things aside, you bullied my friends in my territory, and you still want me to let them go? Dream on! "
Ya Lanzhu did not make a sound. Given Meng Fuyao's character, she knew that Hua Yan had come all the way here to seek help. No matter what, she would not allow him to be killed in front of her own house. This enmity was bound to be formed. However, the reason why she had killed him so fiercely was because she, Ya Lanzhu, had been bullied.
'You bullied my people, so I'll kill your whole family.'
Since they would have to face each other sooner or later, there was no need to leave any leeway. Meng Fuyao had never liked to be sloppy.
She glanced at Hua Yan and ordered her subordinates to arrange for him to rest and recover before speaking. She told Ya Lanzhu to rest well while she lazily returned to catch up on her sleep. This time, she did not go the wrong way. After entering the courtyard, she looked at the sky and sighed helplessly. "I've realized that the reception of my Imperial Power Radar is getting more and more terrifying. I haven't even left the borders of the Great Han Nation and I've already bumped into them."
"That's because you're born to be a troublemaker." Someone chuckled softly beside her. Out of the corner of her eye, Meng Fuyao caught a glimpse of someone's open collar and seductive collarbone. She immediately covered her nose and trapped the fellow against the wall, reaching out to help him button up his collar.
"Big Brother, don't provoke people into committing crimes."
"I beg you to commit a crime …" Zhangsun Wuji chuckled. Her jade-like face was half-hidden in the moonlight in the corner. Her charm was like a beautiful dream as she said in a low voice, "I promise I won't smash the bed."
Meng Fuyao's hands and feet did not stop moving. She quickly buttoned up his collar and put down her hand that was covering her nose. "That was close."
That was close. If she had had a nosebleed in front of him, she would never have to see him again in this lifetime.
"You're going to sleep soon. Isn't it too troublesome to fasten it?" Zhangsun Wuji touched his collar and looked around. "Actually, I just realized that it's more ventilating with the collar open …"
"Then take your time to ventilate. I'm going to sleep." Meng Fuyao shook him off and strode into the room. She slammed the door shut and muttered, "Can't stop!"
She wanted to sleep, but she did not dare to take off her clothes. There was a big bad wolf outside, and before he left, a pure little rabbit like her had to be extremely vigilant.
As expected, the big bad wolf did not leave. He leaned against her window. The moonlight shone on the paper of the window, outlining his leisurely and amorous silhouette. Meng Fuyao stared at his astonishingly exquisite profile in the darkness of the room. She thought to herself, 'A romantic side hat, a beautiful man like Wei Jie. Is this the kind of otherworldly charm that comes from the heavens?'
The shadow on the window did not move. It seemed to be gazing at the moon in the sky in a daze. After a while, she heard his soft voice from the other side of the window. With slight hesitation and helplessness, he asked, "Fuyao, is there any possibility … for you to stay?"
Meng Fuyao was shocked. This was the first time Zhangsun Wuji had talked to her so directly, almost begging her to stay. Before this, the two of them had a tacit understanding and carefully avoided the topic, afraid of touching each other's minefield. But tonight, why would this reserved and reserved fellow, who liked to beat around the bush, suddenly be so direct and use a simple sentence that should not be touched to strike her heart?
She was silent for a long time. Finally, she steeled her heart and said, "No."
The two words were as heavy as a thousand catties. They were like a boulder that smashed into the shadow, causing the tears in Meng Fuyao's eyes to splatter.
She closed her eyes and silently backed away. She groped for the side of the bed and sat down without a sound, sitting in the darkness.
Zhangsun Wuji's voice came through the window again. "… What if I give you a home?"
Meng Fuyao was stunned. At that moment, she understood that he was proposing to her, but … didn't he know that he would definitely be rejected?
Zhangsun Wuji let out a long sigh. "Fuyao, I don't think you've ever said that you want to find your birth."
Meng Fuyao was silent. In an instant, she understood the true meaning of the home he was talking about. She held the ice-cold mattress with both hands. The silk felt cool and smooth, just like her current mood. After a long silence, she said, "I … don't want to disturb other people's lives … Forget it …"
Since she was determined to go back, she would let her birth parents of this life forget her. Just like how they had gotten used to not having her for 14 years, they would get used to not having her forever.
With her current status and strength, it was entirely possible for her to find the memories and past of this life before she was five years old, even without Zhangsun Wuji and the others. But was it necessary?
There were only bits and pieces of her memories before she was five years old, but even those pieces could piece together a vague outline. She only vaguely knew that it was a dark, sorrowful, lonely, and nightmarish childhood.
With her parents at such a young age, even if they had their reasons, they probably wouldn't be able to protect her well. If she insisted on returning, it would probably be their trouble instead.
She was also a mortal, and she wanted a smooth and bright life. She was afraid that her bitter pursuit would eventually lead to a nightmare.
Zhangsun Wuji, who was outside the window, also fell silent. He quietly leaned against the window, neither saying a word nor leaving. One was outside the window, the other was inside the window. Separated by a thin piece of paper, they could hear each other's helpless and sorrowful breaths.
The night was so short, and dawn was gradually appearing on the horizon. But the road ahead was so misty and long.
= = =
After a few days, Meng Fuyao finally set off for Xuanji. Zhan Beiye escorted her all the way to the border of the Han Empire and Xuanji Empire before leaving dejectedly. He couldn't possibly follow her to Xuanji. Although Xuanji had invited the Han Emperor to attend the ceremony, he was, after all, the new emperor who had just ascended to the throne. He shouldn't have taken the time to go to Xuanyuan. His recent trip to the border was justifiable, but it wouldn't make sense for him to go to Xuanji again.
As his representative, Meng Fuyao grinned at him. "Don't worry, I won't let down the prestige of the Han Empire's new emperor!"
"I'm not afraid of you letting down my prestige." Zhan Beiye stared at her and laughed. "I'm just afraid that you'll cause trouble for Xuanji again."
"There's no such thing." Meng Fuyao shook her head. "I won't offend people if they don't offend me. If they offend me, I won't offend them either."
"What if they offend you?" Ya Lanzhu asked curiously.
Meng Fuyao grinned at her. "Then I'll have to offend them!"
Ya Lanzhu spread her hands. Meng Fuyao leaned in and whispered, "Zhuzhu, the revolution may be about to succeed. Comrade, don't give up. Judging from the speed at which the War Emperor left that night, he still cares about you."
Ya Lanzhu's eyes lit up. "Is that so? Then I'll stay in the Han Empire for a while longer. I was going to go with you. "
"Fishing for rich men is more important. Go!" Meng Fuyao pushed him away and led Tie Cheng, Ji Yu, and the guards up the horse. She was going to show off her country's prestige. There were 3,000 guards, all of whom were elites of the Han Army. Zhan Beiye was afraid that the royal army would not have enough time to train them, so he had selected the bravest warriors from the Han Army. At a glance, they were as red as flames and as black as heavy iron. They had been through hundreds of battles, and their killing intent was overwhelming.
Meng Fuyao turned around and glanced at Hua Yan, who was mixed in with the guards. She recalled what he had said to her last night and snapped out of her trance. When she looked up, she saw Zhangsun Wuji waiting for her with a smile on his face.
She whipped her horse and galloped over, leaving a cloud of dust behind.
Xuanji!
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