Under the night sky of mid-spring, the Xuanji Palace was exquisite, beautiful, and unique. It was as if a graceful lady was lying in the center of the palace. Every flower, every leaf, every beam, and every pillar in the palace was ingenious. Unlike Xuanyuan Dahan, who walked in the direction of the majesty of the royal family, there were not many tall buildings, but they were continuous and winding, with pavilions within palaces and pavilions within pavilions. It was a very special sight.
The special consequence was that … Meng Fuyao almost got lost.
Although she and Zhangsun Wuji stayed in the palace that night, they stayed separately. She stayed in the Graceful Beauty Pavilion, while he stayed in the nearby Duanchang Pavilion. According to convention, she could not request to stay in the same courtyard as him. She could not possibly tell the head of the Xuanji Palace Supervisory Department that she and Zhangsun Wuji were used to staying in the same room.
If word got out and someone with ulterior motives added fuel to the fire, it would become the biggest scandal of the royal family in the Five Continents.
Thus, Meng Fuyao had no choice but to stay in the Graceful Beauty Pavilion alone. The layout of that damned pavilion was exquisite, but the design was dazzling. It was like a maze. Pushing open the mirror, she saw a room, and behind it was another room. Upon closer inspection, it was no longer a room, but a flowerbed with two floors. Out of curiosity, she went down and passed through the flowerbed, but could not find her way back to her bedroom.
Meng Fuyao could not find the door after three rounds. Although she was familiar with formations, she had no concept of the messy abstract design of the Xuanji Palace's designer. She could only squat under the flowerbed in grief and indignation, sighing to Lord Ingot in her sleeve. "Don't lose me instead of finding the person."
Lord Ingot looked at her speechlessly, but someone suddenly said, "I knew you would. That brain of yours always knots knots when you shouldn't."
Meng Fuyao raised her head in surprise and saw a light purple robe hanging from the tall flowerbed. "Why are you here? Aren't you afraid of being discovered and becoming the laughing stock of the Five Continents by barging into a woman's … boudoir in the dead of night? "
"If I don't barge into a woman's boudoir in the dead of night, don't tell me you're going to swagger in broad daylight?" Zhangsun Wuji asked calmly and laughed. "Didn't you look forward to my appearance? No way! "
She laughed heartily and climbed onto the pergola. Then, she lightly sat beside him and said calmly, "Yes, I'm looking forward to it. I don't want to spend the whole night under this pergola."
Zhangsun Wuji tilted his head and looked at the woman beside him with a smile. She had many advantages, but the biggest advantage was that she wasn't pretentious and was as bright as the most transparent jade.
Meng Fuyao looked up at the sky. She understood why Zhangsun Wuji had come. Yu Heng was likely to be in the palace, and the two of them could not be separated.
"Let's wait for a while more. Let's head to the Yong Chang Palace to have some fun," Meng Fuyao said. "Some things can only be answered there."
"Yes." Zhangsun Wuji responded and smelled the light body fragrance of the woman beside him. It was the refreshing and fragrant scent of a virgin. It was mixed with the various fragrances of Crimson Tang Ribbon, Dendrobium, Hyacinth, Iris and Redbud, but it was not drowned out. Instead, there was a kind of penetrating and refreshing feeling of being aloof from the world. She, who was only wearing light and soft clothes, was like a cloud floating in the silk-like luster of purple, red, yellow and blue flowers.
Just by looking at her like this, he suddenly felt that he missed her, looked at her, thought of her, thought of her bright and clean forehead, thought of her bright eyes, thought of her slightly upturned eyes when she smiled, thought of looking at her in the shadow of apricot blossoms and seeing the dawn together.
He suddenly remembered that it had been a long, long time since he had tasted her so closely.
Thus, he immediately took action. He wrapped his arm around the waist of Meng Fuyao, who was deep in thought and planning a night trip. He tilted his head and quickly stole a kiss from the corner of her mouth.
Meng Fuyao was startled. Before she could react, the strange fragrance of that person dispersed. He leaned against the flower rack and looked at her with watery eyes and a smile. Meng Fuyao's heart softened. She sighed and said, "The dignified Crown Prince is becoming more and more like a rat or a dog. How disgraceful, how disgraceful."
Zhangsun Wuji smiled faintly and said, "Those who steal fragrance are not stealing …" Halfway through his sentence, he suddenly tilted his head and asked in a low voice, "Who is it?"
In front of her, a faint black shadow flashed by.
Meng Fuyao sprung up, twisted her body, and pounced forward. The black shadow was extremely fast. In a flash, he had already swept far away. In mid-air, he tilted his head and vaguely looked at her with a venomous gaze.
Although there was a distance between them and the night sky, the hatred and venom in those eyes could still be felt. It was like a snake silently slithering out from a dark corner, its crimson eyes staring at them from a parallel angle. Even from a distance away, they could smell the cold stench of blood, causing them to feel a chill in their bones the moment they looked at them.
Meng Fuyao sneered. Venomous? Who in this world didn't harbor venom in their hearts? She, Meng Fuyao, laughed and scolded angrily, domineering, and shameless. But her heart had also been soaked in blood! Soaked in molten steel! Tempered in raging flames! Perforated, filled with wind, and poisoned. She wasn't afraid of being even more venomous!
Meng Fuyao's figure was like a plain-colored rainbow in mid-air. In an instant, she chased after him. She heard the sound of his sleeves rustling in the wind behind her. He was neither too fast nor too slow. Knowing that Zhangsun Wuji was right behind her, she suddenly felt a sense of tranquility and stability in her heart. It was as if, as long as he was there, she would never have to fear that there was no way out.
There was a kind of person who didn't need to do anything. His own body was the widest path of retreat.
She chased after him with the sound of the wind. The person in front of her was very strange. He swayed left and right, and every time he swayed, he would turn into a wisp of green smoke. In an instant, he would dissipate and gather again. Suddenly, he passed a corner.
Meng Fuyao chased after him. A black shadow jumped out from behind the corner and ran in another direction. It seemed to be the northwest corner of the palace. The further he ran, the more secluded and the fewer houses he ran. The person seemed to have changed too. He seemed to have slowed down and no longer had the feeling of dissipating smoke. After running for a while, he suddenly twisted his body and disappeared behind a clump of trees.
Meng Fuyao chased after him, but there was no one behind the trees. Stunned, she stopped and looked around. The flowers and trees were silent, the palace was half-closed, and the moonlight splashed on the ground like white water. But he was really gone.
Meng Fuyao found it hard to believe that there was someone in this world who could be lost right under her nose. Of course, that was excluding the top five of the Ten Strongest. But was that really Yu Heng?
Judging from Tang Yizhong's tone that day, Yu Heng had connections with the Xuanji imperial family. Who was this person helping?
There was a slight sound of wind behind her as Zhangsun Wuji approached. As he approached, he made a slight snapping sound — this was the secret signal he and Meng Fuyao had agreed on to prevent the impostor from taking advantage of a loophole again.
"Gone?"
"Yes." Meng Fuyao searched carefully in all directions. She felt that a person disappearing into thin air was most likely due to a tunnel or something.
Zhangsun Wuji looked up and said, "The design of the Xuanji imperial palace is strange and complicated. Maybe it's to hide something in the dark. Why don't we look more carefully?" He suddenly pointed to a corner of the cornice that was exposed behind the trees. "Look, Fuyao. There's something strange about that palace."
Meng Fuyao looked up and saw a half-broken corner of the dark red cornice, on which hung a copper bell that had turned black with age. The copper bell had already rusted, and it swayed in the wind without a sound. From afar, it looked like a puppet with four stiff limbs that had been hung up.
Just one look and Meng Fuyao's heart trembled.
At that moment, an indescribable strange feeling arose in her heart. It was like walking through a dense primitive forest and hearing an ancient voice calling out to her from afar. It stirred up a silent but surging resonance in her blood. It was like raging waves beating against the shore, yet deep and quiet. It was as if a grand silent film was being played in front of her, soul-stirring and depressing.
She swayed.
Zhangsun Wuji reached out to support her and looked at her with concern. "Fuyao?"
Meng Fuyao blinked, a little puzzled as to why she would have such a huge reaction at the sight of a corner of the cornice. Was it too similar to a certain horror movie scene from her previous life that caused her to be shaken?
Zhangsun Wuji looked deeply into her eyes and suddenly said, "Fuyao, let's go back. Didn't we say that we're going to Yong Chang Palace to explore tonight?"
"Yes …" Meng Fuyao looked at the sky. If they didn't go now, it would be too late. Besides, if the Xuanji Emperor had indeed lost his freedom of movement, there would definitely be someone who didn't want him to come into contact with anyone. If they wanted to explore Yong Chang Palace tonight, they would definitely have to go through a lot of trouble.
She looked up at the corner of the cornice and adjusted her pace. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past and the copper bell swayed.
It swayed soundlessly, like a puppet that had been given life in the night, and waved at her, who was about to leave.
Meng Fuyao couldn't help but walk over.
She walked very slowly, as if every step was a sloppy one. There was not the slightest trace of her usual lightness, but she herself didn't seem to notice this abnormal slowness. In other words, at this moment, she suddenly couldn't feel herself.
Zhangsun Wuji looked at her slim back in the night, his eyes flashing. He seemed to want to say something, but in the end, he didn't and just silently followed her.
Meng Fuyao walked step by step in that direction, pushing aside layers of hidden bushes and stepping over a half-closed wall of flowers. Finally, she stopped in front of an abandoned palace.
She looked up at the ordinary-looking palace that was deeply hidden behind the bushes. It didn't have the exquisite and complex characteristics of the Xuanji Imperial Palace at all. She looked at the rusted palace door, the mottled palace walls that were covered in dark green moss, and the vines that climbed all over the walls. Under the cold white moonlight, they looked like pairs of green ghost hands swaying in the wind.
There seemed to be a sudden flash of cold white moonlight in her mind, and a similar yet different scene unfolded in the white light — the palace door that was painted dark red and glossy, the palace walls that were neat and clean in light yellow, the palace maids in green and eunuchs in purple, and a person standing in front of the palace door, gently bending down and whispering something.
It was as if she had suddenly changed her angle. She had to look up to see the golden copper bell on the cornice, the corner of the dark blue sky, and the exquisite jaw of the person above her. The wind swept past the roof, and the copper bell tinkled, but it was not as beautiful as the person's voice.
The person was still talking. What was he talking about? What was he talking about?
The voice came from a distant memory, vague and lingering, like raindrops writing on the glass line by line, drawing a hazy watermark on the originally bright and clear glass. Those words had a nostalgic feeling, so familiar that they were close at hand, yet so far away as if they were on the other side of the world.
Meng Fuyao tried her best to hear clearly, but she suddenly felt a jolt in her head. An earth-shattering pain hit her like a tidal wave, shattering the glass in the drizzle. The swaying and swaying view disappeared. The dark red palace gate and the pale yellow palace walls disappeared. The eunuchs and palace maids who were entering and exiting the palace disappeared. The copper bells on the eaves disappeared. All that was left was the palace gate under the cold white moonlight. The palace gate was locked, and the palace walls were mottled.
She looked at the palace wall for a long time, then slowly walked forward and touched it gently, as if caressing the skin of a loved one. She carefully touched it from top to bottom, and when she was about to reach the bottom of the palace wall, her heart suddenly hit, and her whole body turned cold, as if she had been struck by lightning.
The blow landed on her entire body and also on her head. The world around her turned bright white, and she could no longer see anything clearly. "Ah!" In extreme dizziness, she hugged her head and staggered backward, letting out a pained gasp.
A pair of warm hands suddenly pressed on her shoulders. The hands were steady and steady, and there was a faint heat. With just a gentle press, a stream of heat flowed in and soothed her suddenly chaotic genuine Qi. Zhangsun Wuji's slightly worried voice rang above her head. He said in a low voice, "Fuyao, let's go back."
She closed her eyes and opened them again. Wordlessly, she patted his hand, pursed her lips, and took a step forward.
This was her attitude toward this moment, and it was also her attitude toward life. Escape when you can, and face when you shouldn't.
Knowing was painful, but not knowing would only cause more pain. She should not have turned around and fled out of fear. That was not something she should have done.
Gently but firmly, she took that step up the dusty palace stairs. She placed her finger on it, and the copper lock fell.
The heavy and rusty black copper lock fell into her palm. It was cold and rough, as if her mood had been rubbed with sand and was being sharpened by blood.
The door was right in front of him. Those stories that had been forced in front of him countless times but also bypassed countless times, after pushing the door open, perhaps they would no longer be able to avoid it.
Her hand stopped in mid-air.
But it was only for a short moment, and without hesitation, she pushed the door open.
"Creak."
The door, which had not been oiled for a long time, creaked heavily, like the silent groans of a dying man at midnight. The moonlight was stretched infinitely, forming a long corridor full of withered leaves.
The corridor was not long, and it connected three courtyards. The steps under the eaves were covered with cobwebs, swaying in the wind and reflecting the silver moonlight.
Meng Fuyao looked at the ordinary palace in silence. It was still a familiar yet strange feeling. She felt like she had seen it before, but it was not as if she was familiar with it. However, there were some details that made her heart skip a beat.
She slowly walked along the corridor, the withered leaves cracking under her feet. "Cha cha cha cha cha". It sounded like an ancient and incomprehensible ravings.
She floated up the corridor like a ghost and followed the direction of the corridor to the third courtyard of the palace. Finally, she stopped in front of a small locked room.
She stood in front of the room and tilted her head in confusion. Her mind was filled with chaotic, fragmented scenes that flashed in her mind like a slideshow … the small room … the woman in the green dress … the worried mouth … the dark and narrow space … the turbid, bloodshot eyes … the pale hands that reeked of urine …
She groaned and hugged her head. The chaotic scenes hit her so hard that the blood in her body was gushing out. Then, she slammed into the barrier of her memories. The memories that she had sealed subconsciously to protect herself were shaken by the impact. She was like a small boat in a whirlpool of blood, with nowhere to live. Her brain was in pain, as if thousands of knives were stabbing it. In an instant, she broke out in a cold sweat.
So resistant … so resistant.
She began to doubt whether she could persevere until she entered the room. Her one-month recuperation period was not up yet, and her skills were not at their peak. It was not easy for her to stabilize her true Qi. She could not go berserk twice in a month.
Behind her, Zhangsun Wuji suddenly reached out and firmly held her hand. "Fuyao, let's go. At least now is not the best time for you to face it."
She was silent for a long time. Suddenly, she walked over, brushed away the thick dust on the window of the room, and poked her head in.
An ordinary room came into view.
Everything was covered in dust. It took a while for her to make out the outline of the room. Bed … table … pot rack … tent … Behind the tent, there was darkness, half hidden …
All of a sudden, she leaned back.
She fainted.
She fell into Zhangsun Wuji's arms. Her face was pale, and her breathing was shallow. Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly. Zhangsun Wuji's fingers hurriedly felt her pulse, but found that she was not hurt other than a little restless.
Fuyao … was probably too resistant. Her fainting was purely a self-protective fainting.
Zhangsun Wuji hugged her silently, thinking about how she had fought and tortured from the moment she saw the corner of the eaves to the moment she fainted in the room. His memories had exhausted all means to force her to escape. She had gritted her teeth and resisted, desperate to get close to him. In the end, she had still lost.
Zhangsun Wuji stood in front of the window of the room. His eyes seemed to sweep across the room, as if he wanted to take a look, but he quickly looked away as if he did not want to. In the end, he only turned around and hugged the woman in his arms.
He gently bent down and planted a gentle, meticulous, and comforting kiss on the flower-like lips of the person in his arms.
"Fuyao … I'm here."
= = =
The wind was cold.
There was the fragrance of autumn flowers in the wind.
A man calmly looked down and presented his exquisite jaw to his eyes.
Who was talking? The voice was far and near, whispering incessantly, but the tone was quiet. It was a little cold and a little fragrant, but not the fragrance of flowers.
The exquisite jaw moved, and the soft satin sleeves slid past, as delicate as skin. Everything was dark, but that person was bright, as if she had never seen the brilliance in her life.
Outside the window, there were sounds of laughter and footsteps. There was bright sunshine. Sunshine … sunshine that she had not seen in a long time.
In the shadow, someone stretched out a pale and thin finger, like a bird's claw, as small as a baby, with sawdust in the fingernails. It was the only entertainment for her.
"… I'll go to the front to serve … please take care of me, don't … don't …"
"Okay!" There was a light and honest response.
His small body suddenly began to tremble. Fear … Endless fear. It was as if that honest sounding voice was the ravings of the most terrifying demon in the world.
A big hand with a strange smell reached in …
The air suddenly became turbulent like water ripples, and the scene was squeezed, folded, and swirled in a strange way. Fast! It was so fast that she could not capture it. She opened her eyes wide, trying to piece together the complete picture from the scattered scenes in the space, but the more she looked, the more dizzy she became, until she almost lost her dizziness and sank in the mud-like sticky darkness forever …
"Fuyao … I'm here."
I'm here.
I'm here. I'm here.
Who was calling her in a low voice, gentle and deep, like a cup of sweet tea, diluting the bitterness in life that could not be gotten rid of.
Calling her in the dark, pulling her on the muddy road.
A familiar fragrance wafted over. It was neither flower nor wood, but had an ancient charm.
She slowly opened her eyes and saw a pair of deep eyes that seemed to be filled with a slight eagerness.
His eyes lit up the moment they met hers. Many indescribable emotions flashed through them — anxiety, worry, uneasiness, regret, pain, hesitation …
She had never seen Zhangsun Wuji, who was as mysterious as the sea, have such complicated and contradictory emotions.
The surrounding scenery became clearer, no longer rippling like water. It was still the same flower vines in front of her, and she was in his arms.
"I'm fine." Fuyao got up and jumped off the vines. She looked at the Yong Chang Palace in the distance, which was immersed in the darkness, and then at the direction she had just been to. After a long time, she said calmly, "Let's stick to the original plan."
Zhangsun Wuji did not dissuade her, nor did he say anything. He just quietly stroked her hair, watching her once again rub the pain into her heart like a clamshell, grinding it into a bloody mess in a place where no one could see, and then trying to contain it over time until it became a pearl.
The world only saw her high-spirited, heroic, and beautiful, but not the deep injuries behind.
It was not that he did not feel heartache, but he did not dare to feel too heartache. If he did, he would not be able to help himself and stop her.
She had never been a woman who was willing to be wrapped up and protected by him. She could be delicate and let him spread his wings to shut out all suffering and pain. Her wings were strong and broad, always ready to bear the wind and rain and soar. If he did not let her grind in the darkness of the world, how could she charge through the waves of desire that were getting higher and higher?
In the darkness, two figures silently flew up and headed straight for the Yong Chang Palace.
The Yong Chang Palace silently crouched in the darkness. There were no more or less guards outside the palace. In a flash, the two of them had already cut through the line of guards like a pair of scissors. The person walking at the back suddenly felt a gust of wind behind his head, but when he turned around, there was no trace of anyone.
The palace was divided into three sections, with the innermost being the sleeping chamber. Just as Fuyao was about to fly past it, Zhangsun Wuji suddenly pulled her, leading her a few steps silently and sticking to a palace wall.
Then, she vaguely heard the sound of voices.
"… Let's just settle it!"
The woman's voice was a little shrill, like Empress Xuanji's voice.
"… You finally can't stand it anymore?" The voice carried a hint of laughter, like that of a young girl's. The tone was a little lazy and impatient. Once Fuyao heard it, she felt as if all the blood in her body had rushed to her head.
It was this voice!
Yu Heng!
Murderous intent flashed in her eyes, but it disappeared quickly. Her entire body was as steady as a rock. An expert like Yu Heng could sense movement and murderous intent from dozens of feet away. No matter how angry he was, there was no need to rush.
"… Really can't stand it …" Empress Xuanji seemed very angry, pacing back and forth in the room. After a while, she stopped and said, "A bunch of bastards!"
"That's not what you originally wanted …" Yu Heng's voice was still unhurried, and he laughed. "Didn't you say that you needed someone to settle it, and that nothing would happen, and that it would be best if it could be salvaged?"
"Look at that, how can it be salvaged? It's really … Sigh! "Empress Xuanji seemed to want to scold, but couldn't get the words out.
"You should have said so earlier, wouldn't it have been easier? Why did you have to …" Yu Heng suddenly laughed softly. "… Let someone live until now, and still eavesdrop outside the wall!"
"Boom!"
Before Yu Heng could finish his sentence, both Zhangsun Wuji and Meng Fuyao had already retreated. Even so, in an instant, one side of the palace wall collapsed with a loud bang. Dust and debris flew everywhere, and the dark-red and dark-yellow glazed tiles whizzed in the air, turning into rays of colorful light in mid-air, and smashed down on the two's heads!
"Isn't it tiring to hang on the wall? How about I serve you to sleep forever? "
Amid the flying debris, a person laughed as he walked down the steps. He rolled up his long sleeves and stood in the middle of the courtyard, tilting his body sideways and raising his eyebrows.
His entire person was like a piece of jade immersed in moonlight, fair and soft. His gaze was thick and faint, like the mottled shadow of a tree under the moonlight.
Meng Fuyao laughed coldly, and with a flying kick, half of the palace wall was kicked up, and the wind whistled as it crashed into it.
"I think you should sleep, I'll send you a blanket first!"
She kicked out of the palace wall first, and with a leap, she also climbed up the wall. Her black lapel rapidly swayed in the wind, drawing a line as sharp as a knife's edge.
"Look at my Flying Carpet!"
Yu Heng looked on with a smile, casually extending his hand to welcome it. With one hand, he slammed the wall, and the other to catch Meng Fuyao, who was leaping over the wall like a black cat. He laughed and said, "That's good too. Let's sleep together, and we can continue our fated union."
Flying over the wall, the Heaven Murder glowed coldly.
Suddenly, a hand reached out from behind the wall.
It was a jade Ruyi Scepter, which soundlessly broke through the brick wall, as if it was tofu instead of stone. Like a dragonfly skimming the surface of the water, a purple light flashed, forming a fan-shaped arc, and struck eighteen major acupoints on Yu Heng's upper body!
Meng Fuyao immediately leaned back, leaping into the air and flipping down from the wall. With a perfect backflip, she forcefully planted herself in front of Yu Heng's back. With a raise of her hand, the Heaven Murder glint ruthlessly pierced through!
Yu Heng's body suddenly twisted.
With a twist, all the bones in his body seemed to have been pulled out, and he slid out softly. With a flick of his sleeve, he flung it at Zhangsun Wuji Ruyi Scepter, wrapping it up and sending it crashing towards Meng Fuyao's knife!
"Clang."
The faint sound of the collision startled both of them. The Ruyi Scepter and the knife were slashed apart like flowing water, and pieces of their sleeves fell like butterflies. Under the moonlight, the Ruyi Scepter's purple light rippled, and the Heaven Murder glint was cold and chilling.
Meng Fuyao made use of that slash to draw a long black line. In mid-air, she twisted her waist and bent her body, and with a somersault, she flipped thirty feet away and landed right beside Yu Heng, who had just slid past her. With a flick of her long hair, black waves rose and covered Yu Heng's eyes. The Heaven Murder glint flashed, and without a sound, it suddenly flipped out from the waves and went straight for Yu Heng's eyes!
Yu Heng's body was shockingly flexible. Like an eel, he circled around the Heaven Murder. In an instant, his head and legs almost touched, and then they bounced apart. A white stream of light followed the direction of the Ruyi Scepter behind him. The moment they brushed past each other, the tip of his foot hooked, and with a clang, he once again brought Meng Fuyao's knife towards Zhangsun Wuji's Ruyi Scepter.
In mid-air, Meng Fuyao couldn't retract her knife in time, so she simply threw herself into Zhangsun Wuji's arms. Zhangsun Wuji caught her with one hand and spun around. Their sleeves spun in mid-air, forming a faint purple and black shadow, and then slowly descended.
Having been together for a long time, they were familiar with each other's martial arts. When working together to defend against an enemy, their tacit understanding was natural. Floating in mid-air, the man and woman embraced each other, and their posture was like a new poem by a famous poet.
The two leisurely landed on the ground. Meng Fuyao glanced at Zhangsun Wuji's Ruyi Scepter, worried that she might have destroyed his weapon. Fortunately, all three of them were top-notch experts, and they could control their true Qi with ease. Zhangsun Wuji looked up and smiled at her, indicating that he was fine.
Meng Fuyao sneered and turned to glare at the pervert who loved watching his comrades kill each other. This person had probably been cheated by his comrades too many times in his life, and was now mentally deformed.
"Have you thought about how you're going to die?" She raised the Heaven Murder and stared at the person shrouded in moonlight.
"Have you thought about how you're going to die?" The person raised his eyebrows and looked at her with a pair of big, almond shaped eyes, full of evil.
"Have you thought about how you're going to die?" She laughed. "Have you thought about how you're going to die?" The person raised his eyebrows and looked at her with a pair of big, almond-shaped eyes.
"Have you thought about how you're going to die? Have you thought about how you're going to die?" The person laughed as well, and under the moonlight, he looked like a wisp of green smoke that floated here and there.
Meng Fuyao's heart skipped a beat. She raised her eyebrows and said angrily, "Can't you say something about yourself?"
The person ignored her and reflected her words like a mirror. Even his tone and intonation were exactly the same. "Can't you say something about yourself?"
Meng Fuyao's heart clenched and ached again, as if she had been stabbed by something. The stab made her blood heat up, and she was about to rush over the barrier when Zhangsun Wuji suddenly called out, "Fuyao!"
Meng Fuyao was startled. She heard Zhangsun Wuji say in a low voice, "Don't talk to him too much. Don't let him learn from you!"
Meng Fuyao's mind cleared up in an instant, and she immediately realized that this was another of Yu Heng's tricks. This person was ever-changing, and could captivate one's soul. If one was not careful, one would fall into his trap, and even a conversation would go wrong.
Opposite her, Yu Heng was still laughing. This time, it was Zhangsun Wuji. "Don't talk to him too much. Don't let him learn from you!"
"Be careful." Seeing that he had changed his target, Meng Fuyao reminded Zhangsun Wuji worriedly. However, Zhangsun Wuji only smiled. He did not avoid Yu Heng's gaze, nor did he avoid speaking. He even said to Meng Fuyao, "This person is trying to control you. Don't fall into his trap."
"This person is trying to control you. Don't fall into his trap."
Meng Fuyao stared at the imitating Yu Heng and the oblivious Zhangsun Wuji. Her heart thumped wildly. Wuji had also fallen into his trap!
"Fuyao, step back. Don't talk anymore." Zhangsun Wuji seemed to be unaware of it as he continued to instruct her. However, his face seemed to have paled.
"Fuyao, step back. Don't talk anymore." Under the moonlight, Yu Heng's eyebrows were flying, and he looked like a good girl.
Meng Fuyao was anxious. Wuji could undo the technique that had trapped her. What should she do? Call out to save him? Draw Yu Heng's attention to her? It seemed like he could only control one person at a time.
Just as she was about to speak, Zhangsun Wuji suddenly looked away and said slowly, "How does it feel to have the love of your life married to someone else?"
"The love of my life married to …" Yu Heng suddenly froze.
"How does it feel to see her with a phoenix crown and a rosy robe worn by another's wife, and spend the night warmed by red candles?"
"How does it feel to see her with a phoenix crown …" Yu Heng opened his mouth. His face had already turned green, like a ray of moonlight.
"I'm so useless." Zhangsun Wuji ignored him and sighed to the moon. "One of the Top Ten Strongest, the best in the world in martial arts, commanding everywhere, yet I can't even get a glance from someone I love."
"I really don't have … you!" Yu Heng was obviously struggling, his face alternating between green and white.
Looking at his face, Meng Fuyao immediately understood that Yu Heng's imitation was a type of willpower control technique. However, all willpower control techniques had to have an absolute advantage, or else a slight carelessness would result in a backlash. Zhangsun Wuji had pretended to be controlled by him and numbed him with all his True Energy. Then, he suddenly changed his tone and hit Yu Heng's vitals with a hammer, directly hitting the most painful spot in Yu Heng's heart. Not only did he break his mental defense and disrupt his opening, he also used his own vicious words to control Yu Heng's pace. Yu Heng was already led away by Zhangsun Wuji. He did not want to follow, but he had no choice. If he did, he would only end up injured.
If not for the fear of disturbing Zhangsun Wuji, Meng Fuyao would have laughed out loud. 'Yu Heng, oh Yu Heng, you're too arrogant. Your martial arts are indeed better than ours, but you forgot that you're facing the number one fox in the Five Continents Continent. Underestimating him is equivalent to underestimating your own life!'
Meng Fuyao was so happy that she could not help but squat to the side and laugh silently while hugging her stomach. As she laughed, she slowly took out the Heaven Piercing Sword and silently stabbed it towards Yu Heng's back.
"Even if I compromise, I won't be able to get back together." Zhangsun Wuji gazed at the moon and said in a disappointed tone.
"Even if … even if …" Yu Heng struggled, the green aura on his face gradually faded and became even paler. Like a thin piece of paper, his veins could be seen.
Meng Fuyao's sword was still three inches away from his back.
It could not be too fast, or it would shatter the atmosphere at this moment and the mental barrier that Zhangsun Wuji had painstakingly set up.
"It's just that seeing her by someone else's side, going everywhere together, how can this be endured?" Under the moonlight, Zhangsun Wuji's face looked like it was carved from jade. His tone was as faint and bleak as the cool moonlight. For some reason, Meng Fuyao suddenly felt that his words did not seem to be purely expressing Yu Heng's feelings. Instead, it seemed to be … self-harming?
"It's just that seeing her … how can this be endured … how can this be endured …" The corner of Yu Heng's mouth gradually dripped with blood.
The tip of the sword slowly moved forward … One more inch!
Meng Fuyao's eyes shone. She knew that tonight was a heaven-sent opportunity. Yu Heng was extremely powerful, and under normal circumstances, he would not have fallen to such a state. However, due to his carelessness, Zhangsun Wuji had struck him where it hurt the most and caused him to lose control. This situation would not happen again.
"I will follow her at all costs. I only hope that she will care about me a little more," Zhangsun Wuji said softly, still gazing at the moon. Suddenly, his eyes fell like butterflies.
His gaze landed on Meng Fuyao.
Meng Fuyao's heart skipped a beat. Her hand that was holding the sword went limp and almost fell to the ground. She quickly grabbed it tightly and continued her slow work of killing.
There was only one inch left of the sword!
However, the ripples in the lake of her heart did not subside for a long time. The ripples were endless.
"There is no other wish in this life. I only wish to be with her for a long time, but to be faithful to her, never to part."
"In this life …" Yu Heng suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Heng!" A scream broke the final moment.
Yu Heng suddenly raised his head, his posture under the moonlight like a snake hissing!
Zhangsun Wuji was shocked.
Meng Fuyao immediately rushed forward and stabbed with the sword!
"Chi —"
The sound of the blade piercing flesh and skin tearing rang out almost at the same time. Amidst the splatter of blood, Yu Heng quickly pounced in Zhangsun Wuji's direction, his fingers grabbing the air full of claw shadows. Meng Fuyao was worried that Zhangsun Wuji would be shocked. Distracted, she felt her 'Heaven Stealing' slip away, brushing against something extremely hard and slippery, and slid out of the range of that person's body.
Meng Fuyao was unwilling to give up. She did a 360-degree somersault on the spot, turning herself over with astonishing flexibility. Without looking back, she stabbed again.
Yu Heng had already bounced out. A few drops of blood sprinkled in mid-air. His body was like a long snake, spinning in the air and landing beside Empress Xuanji, who was rushing out.
The moment he landed, he grabbed Empress Xuanji's arm and smiled. "You're still worried about me …"
Empress Xuanji shook him off and stamped her foot. "Kill them, don't let them live!"
"That's right, don't let them live." Meng Fuyao blew off the blood on the sword and laughed. "They're exposed, don't let them live."
"You slut!" Empress Xuanji suddenly turned around, her eyes bloodshot. "You have the cheek to say this to me? Who doesn't know that you're the most shameless woman in the Five States Continent? You can seduce anyone you want. How can a slut with average abilities become the Lord of three countries? Of course, it's because of you … "
"Smack!"
A fiery slap in the air caused her head to tilt to the side.
Zhangsun Wuji calmly retracted his sleeves and said, "If you continue, I'll kill you no matter who's beside you."
His tone was indifferent, and even his expression did not change. Empress Xuanji covered her face and glared at him. After a while, she hissed through gritted teeth, "Zhangsun Wuji, you're also a slut …"
"Smack!"
This sound was crisper and hotter, causing Empress Xuanji's head to tilt back.
Meng Fuyao sneered and rolled up her sleeves. "If you dare say a word about him, I don't care who's protecting you. I'll dig out your heart and see what color it is."
"You two are good at bragging." Yu Heng finally spoke. He did not care about Empress Xuanji, who had taken a step back and was wailing. Instead, he stared coldly at Zhangsun Wuji and Meng Fuyao. "Do you think I'm destined to lose just because I was careless and fell for your tricks?"
Meng Fuyao raised her knife. "You can try."
Yu Heng sneered and was about to speak when the door behind him was slammed open. An old and haggard Feng Xuan stumbled out and leaned against the window, panting. "What's wrong … what's wrong …" she asked in a low voice.
Meng Fuyao looked at the haggard but still handsome man. Thunder rumbled in her heart as a bold idea flashed through her mind.
She must have lived in this palace, and her face was exactly the same as someone else's. Could that person have also lived in this palace? If so, could Feng Xuan know her?
Instead of fainting at the mention of the past, why not try to let others find her?
If he recognized her, if he recognized her …
She abruptly flew up.
With a flick of her sleeve, a match flew out and smashed into a cluster of flowers and trees beside her. The match ignited as soon as it came into contact with the wind, lighting up the dark palace that was deliberately not lit.
Feng Xuan, who was leaning against the window, looked up in shock.
Meng Fuyao pounced in his direction and raised her hand to tear off the mask.
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