In midair, Meng Fuyao raised her hand to tear off her mask.
But a black shadow suddenly came crashing toward her!
That shadow came in a bizarre manner, it actually flew out from the side hall. With a step, it stepped on the window and flew up. In mid-air, there was a flash of white light. Thirty feet away, there was a chilling green sword in its hand. It was actually a peerless divine weapon.
The figure was still a few feet away, but the light of the famed sword was already in front of Meng Fuyao, aiming for her raised wrist. Meng Fuyao snorted and raised her hand to cut the sword light. Her hand, as solid as jade, cut the sword light in half.
With a twist of her fingers, she caught the tip of the sword. Without turning her hand, she grabbed the tip and slammed it into the chest of the person who had appeared out of nowhere.
The person did not linger, nor did he care about the famed sword. With a smooth turn, he pounced into the main hall through the window that Feng Xuan was clinging to. With one hand, he grabbed Feng Xuan and flew into the main hall. At the same time, he raised his leg and kicked the long window shut.
With a bang, the window was shut again, and Feng Xuan was dragged in.
Meng Fuyao's hand, which was about to tear off her mask, stopped immediately. Her face was ashen with anger.
Who was this bastard who had appeared out of nowhere?
It was obvious that he did not want to fight to the death with her. He just did not want Feng Xuan to see her, and yet he was trying so hard to stop her. It was obvious that he knew something.
At this time, the person who was stopping her from finding out the truth was most likely the enemy who had harmed her all those years ago!
No matter what had happened before the age of five, she was now certain that it was definitely not something good. Even if she disregarded what had happened before the age of five, the fact that she had been "tortured" by that damned old Taoist for ten years after the age of five, suffered all kinds of hardships in order to practice martial arts, and wandered the martial world since the age of fifteen, suffering all kinds of humiliation. It was all thanks to these bastards!
Anger rose in Meng Fuyao. She raised her leg and ran over.
Yu Heng suddenly swept his sleeve across the ground.
His sleeve moved like a steel plate and created a string of sparks on the stone stairs. He raised his finger, and that string of sparks suddenly jumped onto his fingertip like a chain of starlight. It flashed and danced. Amidst the sparks, Yu Heng's brows flickered. He smiled evilly and said, "I am wounded, but you two don't seem to be in your peak condition. Perfect, then let me tell you the true difference between the top five and the bottom five."
Suddenly, he slowly turned around, his back facing Fuyao without any hesitation.
Her heart skipped a beat when she saw his back. His shirt was torn and there was a faint wound, but she remembered that she had been ruthless when she stabbed him with her dagger. Even if it had slipped out immediately, she could still have caused some serious damage. But now that Yu Heng had turned around, the wound was no longer bleeding. In fact, it seemed to be healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
What kind of miraculous healing ability was this?
Before Fuyao could recover from her shock, Yu Heng suddenly swung his arm. The Eternal Starfire Chain in his hand formed a bright arc in mid-air. It was obviously just a virtual light, but it was actually flung out with ferocious true Qi and whistling wind. It seemed to be able to split the heavens and earth as it ruthlessly smashed down!
"Smack!"
The ground of the courtyard was split open, and the fire that Fuyao had lit was extinguished. The lanterns on the eaves of the outer hall trembled, and the paper covering the lanterns was pulled back, forcing the candles to burst into flames. Balls of fire fell from the sky, tearing the petals of the spring flowers in the courtyard apart. The moment they were torn apart, they silently turned into fine powder.
Fuyao's fluttering clothes were lifted up by the fierce strike, covering her face.
All light sources were extinguished in the darkness.
The chilly wind had arrived!
Someone laughed evilly in the wind. The laughter was close to her ears, and she could not feel any movement. Suddenly, she felt a chill and pain on her face.
He wanted to destroy her face!
The sound of clothes fluttering could be heard beside her. It was probably Zhangsun Wuji. "Smack!" The sound of a slap was so loud that even the ground seemed to shake.
Fuyao was already filled with anger, and now, she could not bear it any longer. Ignoring the pain on her face, she raised her hand and struck out.
The palm struck down in the darkness, and a black blade flew out diagonally.
Heaven Murder!
"Smack!"
A huge force surged forth, like a boulder hammering into the heart of an ocean wave, or a wall smashing down on her head. The impact created thousands of miles of waves that turned everything into fine powder. Fuyao's vision went black, and she felt a sweetness in her throat. All the blood in her body rushed out in an instant.
Her body was suddenly pulled by someone with great force, and the sound of the wind became more urgent. The strange fragrance in the darkness grew denser, and Yu Heng said in surprise, "You … Good! So you're … "Halfway through his words, he suddenly stopped and laughed.
Fuyao had already been pulled out by Zhangsun Wuji.
Her body was pulled like a fluttering flag, unfurling in the midnight wind. Like a meteor, she crossed the thousands of floors of the palace and streaked across the top of the jade palace.
Behind him, Empress Xuanji stomped her feet in anger and shouted, "Why didn't you kill them to prevent future trouble! Go after them, go after them! "
Yu Heng was silent. After a while, he raised his hand to cover his chest and coughed. Another cough.
Then, he slowly raised his sleeve and covered his mouth. From behind the sleeve, he said in a hoarse voice, "There are many talents in the Five States Continent … I'm really … old …"
"Go after them! Go after them! "Empress Xuanji urged, still dissatisfied.
Yu Heng put down his sleeve and turned to look at her. His eyes were full of emotions: melancholy … helplessness … regret … sadness …
After a while, he said, "Ning 'er … I really regret pampering you like this. If I can't protect you in the future, what will you do?"
Empress Xuanji stopped, as if touched by the name that no one had called out for a long time. After a moment of silence, she said, "What's wrong with you today? Have you lost your soul? How can two juniors scare you like this? Didn't they suffer as well? You are fourth in the top ten, how can you praise others and destroy your own? "
Yu Heng smiled and did not answer. He said, "With your personality, I have advised you many times but you never listened. Listen to me for the last time, change."
"Change what?" Empress Xuanji's voice became shrill. "Why can't you protect me? Didn't you promise to protect me from life to death? "
"Of course." Yu Heng said calmly, "From life to death. When you die, you can only be buried next to me. You are not allowed to go to the Feng Family's tomb."
"You are speaking nonsense." Empress Xuanji glanced at him and said proudly, "We live and die together. The place next to his An Mausoleum is mine, it can only be mine. The entire An Mausoleum belongs to him and me. No one can change it."
"You are not allowed." Yu Heng said faintly, "I am not allowed. If you are buried in An Tomb, I will destroy the entire An Tomb, dig out your corpses, feed his to the dogs, and eat yours. If you want to be buried in An Tomb, I will not let you even have a place to be buried."
"You …" Empress Xuanji was frightened by the creepy content of his calm tone. She suddenly turned around and glared at him. Yu Heng's gaze was thick and faint in the moonlight. It was hard to tell whether he was sincere or not. However, after spending so many years together, she more or less understood Yu Heng's personality. After thinking for a while, she carefully probed, "You are joking, you are joking, right?"
Yu Heng fixed his gaze on her, a trace of disappointment flashing across his eyes. Then he smiled and said,
"Yes, I am joking."
= = =
Meng Fuyao was held by Zhangsun Wuji by the hand as they flew across the roofs.
Zhangsun Wuji pulled her along as they sprinted round after round against the wind. Meng Fuyao's palm strike against Yu Heng had caused her true energy to accumulate in her elixir field. She had to expel it as soon as possible.
On the third round, Meng Fuyao vomited a mouthful of blood. Zhangsun Wuji finally stopped and said with a sigh of relief, "It's done …"
Meng Fuyao lifted her head and looked at him gratefully. He would always know her body's condition better than anyone else. He did not even need to take her pulse.
Then, her eyes brightened and she smiled. "That palm strike just now seems to have shaken off some of the accumulated blood in my elixir field. In a few days, I will fully recover and absorb all of Zong Yue's medicinal power. I should be able to level up soon. Haha, this is the benefit of fighting with the Ten Strongest. Yu Heng, I will let you be complacent for a few days. Prepare your coffin!"
Zhangsun Wuji did not care about what she was gloating about. He lifted her mask and frowned. "Your face is not hurt, is it?"
Meng Fuyao was shocked when she lifted her mask. Her face was covered in blood. It was so red that it was scary. Coupled with her grimacing smile, it was a sight that no one dared to enjoy. Only after a closer look did he relax. It turned out that her nose was broken.
Meng Fuyao, who was slow to react, covered her nose and looked at the blood on her hand. "Eh? My nose is bleeding. Why didn't I know? Aiya, luckily my nose is tall, so even if the sky collapses, it will block it. Otherwise, if it collapses a little, it won't be my nose that will explode, but my eyes. "
Zhangsun Wuji looked at her helplessly. He lifted her chin and said, "Raise your head." He took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood off her face. "I have never seen a woman so careless about her appearance."
"What's the use of a good appearance?" Meng Fuyao spread out her hands. "It's troublesome and easy to be looked down upon. You're just a vase. Whatever you do, it's all because of your looks. Your personal ability is completely wiped out. Also …" She suddenly laughed and said slowly, "Being ugly is good. It's peaceful."
Zhangsun Wuji's hand paused in the middle of wiping her face. After a while, he looked up at her and raised his eyebrows. "So King Meng thinks that we are pursuing you because of your peerless looks."
Meng Fuyao knew that the Crown Prince was angry. She smiled embarrassedly and blinked her eyes without saying a word. It was as if she was saying, "I think appearance is still very important. It's probably because you guys like me, but I'm too shy to say it directly. Just admit it."
Zhangsun Wuji took back his handkerchief and sighed. "Thank goodness it's me … If it was that hot-tempered guy, he would have made you bleed again."
Meng Fuyao was unconvinced. She raised her head and said, "Wrong? Wrong?"
"Absolutely wrong!" Zhangsun Wuji laughed coldly. "Your words are an insult to us."
"How serious," Meng Fuyao muttered. "Alright, I'll admit that you guys are noble and unsullied. You've never been moved by others' appearances." She stuck her head out and saw that she was surrounded by low row houses surrounded by low walls. She frowned and said, "What is this place?"
"It seems to be a place for eunuchs and servants. As you know, some eunuchs and palace maids who have committed crimes, been punished with illness, or are too old to live in. "Zhangsun Wuji said.
"Actually, they're left to fend for themselves." Meng Fuyao immediately understood and sighed. "They're all pitiful people … Let's go. We'll find a chance to get rid of those bastards in a few days."
Just as she turned around, Zhangsun Wuji suddenly let out a sound of surprise.
She turned around and saw that Zhangsun Wuji's gaze had landed on the eaves of the house. In the shadow of the corner of the house, there was a person squatting there. From the back view, it was an old man with messy white hair draped over his shoulders. He was using a straw to draw something on the ground.
Who was drawing outside in the middle of the night? Meng Fuyao looked at him curiously. Just as she was about to leave, the old eunuch suddenly dropped the straw and fell backward.
Meng Fuyao rushed over to support him. She frowned as she hated the smell of urine on the eunuch's body. She looked up and saw that the old eunuch's face was dirty. His hair was messy and stuck to his face by rice grains that hadn't been wiped off. His facial features were indistinguishable. His mouth was wide open and his eyes were murky. Saliva was dripping from the corner of his mouth.
It looked like he had suffered a stroke or some illness. Meng Fuyao patted his face and said, "Old man … old man …"
The old man struggled to open his eyes. When his gaze met her face, his eyeballs suddenly froze and froze in their sockets. Meng Fuyao was so shocked that she almost died when he saw her. She called out to him repeatedly. The old eunuch struggled, as if he wanted to cry out and break free from her. However, his stiff body could not move. The so-called vigorous struggle was only a slight tremble. In Meng Fuyao's eyes, it was a symptom of a stroke.
"Dead man! He's gone crazy again! "
Suddenly, there was the sound of a door opening behind her. A woman with messy clothes and a numb expression strode out and scolded, "Damn crazy old man, not sleeping in the middle of the night and lying around like a corpse all day long!" She walked over and grabbed the old eunuch from Meng Fuyao's hands. Without even looking at Meng Fuyao, she dragged the old eunuch's body away. She kicked the door open and threw him inside. Then, she kicked the door back, causing the whole room to shake three times.
Meng Fuyao was both annoyed and amused. She said to Zhangsun Wuji behind her, "This is the first time I've realized that I'm transparent."
Zhangsun Wuji did not reply. He was staring at the ground in a daze. For some reason, under the moonlight, his face suddenly turned pale. There was even a tinge of green in the whiteness. His eyebrows and the corners of his eyes seemed to fluctuate slightly, as if something was shaking his mind and … making him angry.
It was rare for Meng Fuyao to see such an expression on him. She was shocked and turned to look at the ground. Zhangsun Wuji suddenly moved. Judging from his movement, it seemed like he wanted to stretch out his leg to wipe away the drawings on the ground. However, he retracted his leg halfway.
Meng Fuyao squatted there and stared at the drawings on the ground.
They were messy and abstract, a standard child's graffiti.
There were three drawings.
The first one vaguely showed a palace room. It was a very ordinary palace room, unlike the complicated style of the current Xuanji Palace. There was also a woman in simple clothes and a man dressed like a eunuch. They seemed to be in a conversation.
The second one seemed to be a room. It was also arranged in the same way, with a bed, a few pots, and a hanging curtain. The eunuch was squatting with his hand extended behind the curtain, where a corner of the room could be vaguely seen.
Meng Fuyao's breathing quickened as she stared at the drawing.
The third one seemed to be in a different place, with more furnishings. A woman was lying on the ground, and above her was a woman with a head full of pearls and jade. There was also a skinny young man, and someone hiding behind the curtain. It seemed to be the eunuch. The old eunuch had replaced the curtain with a few tight and messy lines to illustrate the tension in the drawing.
Tension!
Meng Fuyao's vision went black for no reason, and her heart immediately began to pound. She pressed on her chest and struggled to raise her head to look at Zhangsun Wuji. He was staring at the second drawing, his eyes filled with pain and sorrow. She did not know what he was sorrowful about, but just looking at his expression made her heart thump. It was as if a heavy object had fallen on her, causing her internal organs to instantly hurt.
Both of them were silent in pain. It was as if they were standing in the middle of the courtyard, wanting to walk but unable to move, wanting to escape but unable to do so.
Meng Fuyao turned to look at the second drawing in a daze, but her heart was extremely resistant to looking at it again. The bright white image in her mind reappeared … a dark space … a hand that reeked of urine … fingers that were longer than a normal person's …
Meng Fuyao swayed, and without waiting for Zhangsun Wuji to help her up, she suddenly stood up, strode over, and kicked open the door that had just been kicked shut.
In the room that was emitting a foul smell, the middle-aged woman who was cursing and wiping the sweat of the old eunuch on the broken bed raised her head in shock. She saw Meng Fuyao stride in like a gust of wind, went straight for the old eunuch, and reached out to pick him up.
"Wait!"
The woman jumped off the bed, grabbed the bamboo broom by the wall, and waved it fiercely. "Who are you? How dare you enter the palace to kidnap someone! "
Meng Fuyao laughed, but it was a cold smile. She shook the unconscious old eunuch in her hand and sneered. "Yes, I enter the palace to kidnap someone. I can kidnap whoever I want. If you know what's good for you, scram."
"Where is the law?! You scram! " The woman waved the broom and pounced on her, but Meng Fuyao stopped her with a flick of her finger. She looked up at her and said, "Suffering in the palace, yet you rely on each other for companionship. You can be considered a loyal person. For that, I won't kill you … Let me ask you, who is he?"
"Bah!" The woman spat out a mouthful of phlegm. "Your father!"
"My father died a long time ago." Meng Fuyao smiled coldly. "Since you miss him so much, how about I send you down to see him?"
"You bastard!"
Meng Fuyao frowned. She looked at the woman who had suffered in the palace for many years and had long lost her humanity. She was no longer afraid of death. For a moment, she felt that the old eunuch might not be able to say anything. She needed to get some information from the woman. After some thought, she grabbed the two of them, one on each side, and walked out of the door.
The place was secluded, and no guards passed by. Meng Fuyao swaggered back to the posthouse with the two women in tow. She marched straight into the inner room, threw them on the floor, and sat down. "See? I'm bringing you out of the palace. If you have anything to say, we can talk it out. I'll give you your freedom."
She was talking to the woman. Before she knew the old eunuch's identity and entanglement, she would not promise him freedom.
"We're out of the palace?" The woman climbed up and looked around. She leaned on the window lattice and saw the tall trees in the posthouse. There were no trees in the palace. She immediately understood that she was out of the palace. She slapped her knees and laughed.
"Hahaha, we're out of the palace! Hahaha, we're out of the palace!"
She pounced on the old eunuch and shook him with all her might. "Old Lu, old Lu, we're out of the palace! We're finally out! We won't have to be afraid of anyone coming to kill you anymore! Haha, we're out! "
Meng Fuyao raised her eyebrows at the last sentence. "Who killed you?"
"It's none of your business." The woman's thin lips twitched.
"It's none of my business." Meng Fuyao smiled. "What does it have to do with me? I think I'll have to send you back to be killed. "
The woman was silent for a while. She looked at the trembling old eunuch and suddenly asked, "What do you want to know?"
"Who is he? His experience in the palace, and yours. "
"There's nothing to say," the woman replied coldly. "He's Old Lu, my counterpart. He entered the palace many years before me. When I made a mistake and was sent to the Dark Court, he was already there. I asked him why he was sent there, but he didn't say. Before entering the Dark Court, he was a rough eunuch in Concubine Ying's palace. After she died of a sudden illness, many people in her palace were sent to the Dark Court. Most of them died in less than two years, and he was the only one left. He took good care of me when I entered the Dark Court, so we became partners."
Concubine Ying … Meng Fuyao mulled over this title for a while, but did not feel anything special. She thought for a while and said, "There's an abandoned palace behind a bush in the southwest corner of the palace. Do you know which palace it is?"
"Is there a palace there?" The woman shook her head. "There's a forbidden area in the southwest corner. We weren't even allowed to go there when we were palace maids. I've never seen it before."
Meng Fuyao frowned and asked in another way, "What's the name of Concubine Ying's palace?"
She remembered that the man she met in Guan Yuan's prison had said the pronunciation of Yan Ling. She had looked up all the places in Xuanji, but she couldn't find any place that sounded similar. Now that she thought about it, it was probably the name of a palace?
"I don't know." The woman shook her head again. "Concubine Ying passed away 14 years ago. I only entered the palace eight years ago. How would I know anything about her?"
"14 years ago …" Meng Fuyao was shocked. "When did Old Lu enter the Dark Court? 14 years ago too? "
"Yes, 14 years." The woman turned to look at Old Lu, who was whimpering on the ground. Her eyes were filled with consolation and self-pity.
Usually, Meng Fuyao would have been touched by the feelings of sharing weal and woe. But now, her heart was in a mess. How could she care about that? She asked again, "Who wanted to kill you?"
"It was him, not me," the woman said. The woman said, "Originally, it was a peaceful place where no one cared about us, so we just had to suffer a little. We got used to it, but who would have thought that a few months ago, someone would suddenly come to kill him. It was because someone had poisoned his food. Coincidentally, that day, I accidentally spilled the food, and the dog snatched it away. Just as I was feeling heartache, that dog suddenly died. I was so scared that I hugged him for the whole night. I wanted to hide, but there was nowhere to hide. The two sinners were just hiding in a corner, waiting for their deaths. Who would have thought that nothing would happen after that, and no one would care about it. I started to wonder if I had killed the wrong person." Could it be that I killed the wrong person? After thinking about it, I remembered that before the incident, this crazy man was always drawing on the ground. Once, he said that someone saw him, but he couldn't say who it was. Could it be the fault of the drawing? I didn't allow him to draw. I didn't allow him to paint, but who would have thought that this stiff corpse, during the day I saw that he wasn't going to paint, but he caused trouble again. In the middle of the night he got up and went out to paint. During the day I had to wash the eunuchs' clothes, so I was tired all day, how could I keep watch all night? Didn't I invite you guys … "As he said this, he didn't know which part of his heart was touched, but he finally lifted his sleeve to wipe away his tears.
Meng Fuyao sat in a daze, listening to the words. Every word that entered her ears was muddled. The past was like an inextinguishable spark buried in ashes, always flashing scarlet in the darkness. It was hard to find it, and if one was not careful, that spark might be extinguished, and it would still be a cold lump of ash. Just like her heart, it was ice-cold after being soaked in water for the whole night.
Beside her, Zhangsun Wuji silently grabbed her hand and held it gently. His palm was a little hot, but to Meng Fuyao, whose hands and feet were ice-cold, the burning sensation was the most soothing. Feeling the heat, Meng Fuyao suddenly thought of something completely unrelated. She remembered that Zhangsun Wuji's palm used to be slightly cold, which had something to do with his soft and gentle martial arts. But these days, no matter when he stretched his hand over, it was always warm, and it warmed her heart. As she thought about it, she glanced over and saw Zhangsun Wuji hugging a teacup with his sleeves. Steam rose from the teacup, and when he held it in his sleeves, his hand felt exceptionally warm.
When he realized this, his heart was moved again. He was hoping that he could feel more warmth on this dark road, right? It wasn't just his actions and words, but also their physical contact. It wasn't just his constant support and companionship. There was also a pair of warm hands that stretched out from her sleeves to warm her up with the teacup when she felt her heart turn cold and her hands and feet turn cold.
'There are people in this world who treat you so well. No matter how terrifying the truth is, there are people who are willing to share it with you. So what is there to be afraid of?'
Meng Fuyao took a deep breath. Her eyes were moist as she held his hand and patted it to comfort him. She then signaled for Tiecheng to take the woman away and guard her for now. They would decide whether she should stay or leave until the truth came to light. She also ordered someone to secretly find a doctor. The old eunuch was seriously ill. The meaning of the three paintings, the old story of Concubine Ying, and the person who wanted to kill him — these questions could only be answered when he was able to speak.
Everyone left, leaving only the two of them in the hall. They faced each other in front of a lamp, listening to the crowing of a rooster in the distance and the sound of people opening their doors a few streets away. The clappers of the morning market could be heard in the alleyway, and the first rays of the morning sun gradually coated the paper windows, illuminating their faces into a sheet of white.
This soul-stirring and gloomy night passed just like water. Some emotions also flowed east like water, unable to be pulled back. And those hazy old matters that were hidden in the old paper squeezed into the cracks of her life so unceremoniously, swelling into a stiff ball, stuck in the bottom of her heart, making people want to choke up from time to time.
Zhangsun Wuji got up and gently blew out the lamp. He gently pulled her into his arms and slowly caressed her face, wiping away the frost and fatigue that had been etched into her eyes and brows overnight. He said in a low voice, "Sleep for a while, the sky … will be bright soon."
Meng Fuyao did not resist. She silently leaned into Zhangsun Wuji's embrace. His heartbeat was calm, broad, and powerful. Every beat was the most peaceful and beautiful song in the world.
= = = =
Throughout the night in the palace, they did not find out who the black shadow behind the screen was. However, some secrets written in the past were uncovered layer by layer, leaving only the last thin layer of paper.
Meng Fuyao once again regained her composure. As a person of high status for a long time, she was no longer the insignificant person who wanted to endure silently but could not control her impulses. She wanted to be impulsive but often made mistakes. After experiencing the turmoil of the four countries, she was used to overturning the winds and clouds in other families. She would not allow others to have the opportunity to overturn her.
She first went to visit the Ninth Princess.
In the inner chamber of the Ninth Princess' residence, she and the Ninth Princess had a long talk. The woman was calm and unhurried, and very clearly told Meng Fuyao that the situation of her father was peculiar and not as simple as it seemed on the surface. The Queen must be someone else, and the princes and princesses of the various families firmly holding on to the power in their hands was, in fact, just a joke.
"The military forces of the Xuanji Imperial City are divided into three people." The Ninth Princess Feng Danning drew a map of the military distribution for Meng Fuyao. "Naturally, His Majesty has the power to mobilize the troops and personally manages the Imperial Guards. Of course, now that he is personally in charge, I'm afraid it's only the Queen who is in charge. There are also 100,000 God's Will Army and 150,000 Chang Yong Army. The God's Will Army is under the control of the Ministry of War, and the Minister of War is Third Brother's uncle, which is equivalent to him. In addition, there are 10,000 Purple Cloaks and another 10,000 Iron Guards. In addition, the various generals have their own troops. It's hard to say whose camp they belong to and how they will act in the future, but from what I can see, once the imperial power is confirmed, it will naturally become clear."
"Who is the Chang Yong Army?"
"The Chang Yong Army is under His Majesty's command. It is divided into three battalions, one of which is led by the First Princess' maternal grandfather, and the other two are currently neutral. In addition, most of the commanders of the Chang Yong Army are from the border army. In their early years, they were all former generals of the military, the Duke of Jing, and the Tang family."
Meng Fuyao hummed in agreement and said with a smile, "What are your plans now, Ninth Princess?"
The Ninth Princess stood up solemnly and bowed.
"I would like to ask King Meng and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to lend a hand and help us settle the Xuanji Empire. I would like to save the Xuanji Empire's imperial descendants from killing each other."
"Me?" Meng Fuyao pointed at herself and looked at the Ninth Princess. After a while, she laughed. "Do you really think I'm a meddlesome king? I don't think I have any responsibility or obligation for your internal strife, do I? "
"Your Highness, although I don't know who the new ruler is, I do know that the current ruler is quite hostile to you." The Ninth Princess lowered her eyes and said quietly, "Why not get it done once and for all?"
Meng Fuyao smiled and said, "The Xuanji Empire's princes and princesses are so jealous of the throne that they're killing each other. It's rare for the Ninth Princess to be so detached. You're the only one who doesn't care about the throne and instead cares about your kinship."
"In just over a year, Fourth Sister, Sixth Sister, Seventh Brother, and Eighth Brother have died." The Ninth Princess' expression was indifferent. "Although they weren't born of the same mother, they were still biological brothers and sisters. One by one, they died silently under the wheel of the struggle for imperial power. Perhaps more will die in the future. There are too many Xuanji Empire princes and princesses, and no one feels pity for them. But the heavens don't pity them, the Empress doesn't pity them, but I do."
She bowed again. "Please also pity me, Your Highness."
Meng Fuyao stood up to stop her and said with a smile, "I'm an outsider temporarily living in your country with only three thousand guards around me. So what if I pity you? You really think too highly of me, Ninth Princess. It's just that you're right about one thing. There are people in your court who don't like me. I've never liked to wait for others to make a move on me, so I'll make a move when it's time. "
The Ninth Princess was elated. "Thank you, Your Highness. I won't refuse whatever Your Highness needs."
What a smart person to know that there's no such thing as a free lunch in this world. Meng Fuyao smiled and took out a portrait from her sleeve. "I heard that because the Ninth Princess is proficient in calligraphy, she serves in His Majesty's imperial study. Every three days, she will send memorials to Yong Chang Palace. Then I'll have to trouble you to show this portrait to His Majesty when it's convenient. "
The Ninth Princess took the portrait. It was handed to her flat, so she could see it clearly at first glance. Meng Fuyao carefully observed her expression, but when she saw that there was nothing unusual, she couldn't help but frown slightly.
This portrait was a combination of the three portraits and the fragmented impression in Meng Fuyao's mind. It was a palace with a smiling woman. Her face was Meng Fuyao's, but her expression was not Meng Fuyao's. She was also older than Meng Fuyao. Behind her was a small room with half-drawn curtains, a few pots and pans on the bed, and curtains that hung down to the ground.
Meng Fuyao felt that Feng Xuan might not have noticed the eunuch or seen the scene in the last portrait, but he should have some memory of this woman, right?
The Ninth Princess accepted it, and Meng Fuyao asked about the whereabouts of Feng Wu's wife. The Ninth Princess thought for a while and said, "Fifth Sister-in-law … I think it's better for Fifth Brother to stop looking for her."
Once the hammer was hammered down, there was no need for further questions. She sighed and stood up to take her leave.
= = =
She returned to the posthouse and called for someone to make arrangements. Then, she dressed up and went out.
She went to the Sacred Wood Alley on Vermilion Bird Avenue, where the capital's lackeys stayed. Just like how the Purple Cloaks and the Iron Guards minded their own business, the higher-ups of both organizations stayed far away from each other.
First, she went to the house of the head of the Iron Guards. Dressed in black, she entered the room and found the bedroom of the head of the Iron Guards, who was still recuperating from his broken leg. She pushed the door open with a smile, grabbed a hundred-year-old porcelain bottle from the table, and broke the head of the head of the Iron Guards' newly healed leg once again.
Then, while the head of the Iron Guards was screaming like a pig being slaughtered, she pushed the door open and went straight to the house of the officials close to the Iron Guards according to the list given by the Ninth Princess. She didn't do anything other than hit people's lanterns and burn down half of their houses, drag them off their warm and fragrant concubines, and cause them to have an orgasm. Then, she sneaked into their secret chambers and scattered their embezzled silver on the street for anyone to pick up. After causing a few disturbances, she went to the head of the Purple Cloaks' house and poured a whole sack of low-grade poison into the well water. When the sack was poured, the well water was filled with white foam. Not even pigs would drink it, let alone humans.
The head of the Purple Cloaks realized that something was wrong with the water and immediately began a thorough investigation. Coincidentally, he saw a figure flash past the high wall and hurriedly ordered his men to give chase. The more he chased, the more he felt that something was wrong. Why was this route heading in the direction of the Iron Guards? While he was hesitating, the head of the Iron Guards' men who were looking for the culprit had already rushed out aggressively.
So, they bumped into each other.
One of them thought that the other party wanted to take advantage of the situation after breaking his leg, and the other thought that the Iron Guards were angry that their leader was injured and sent people to poison him, and wanted to complain first. They had been enemies for many years and were full of resentment, so there was no possibility of calmly sitting down and carefully thinking about the matter. How could they bear to divert the topic with just a few words? In addition, the disheveled and barefooted officials who were close to the Iron Guards rushed over and began to angrily question the head of the Purple Cloaks before he could figure out the situation. The Purple Cloaks could not explain clearly no matter how he tried to explain, and finally concluded with a loud roar,
"F * ck you, you're asking for a beating!"
So, they beat him up.
Ten thousand Purple Cloaks against ten thousand Iron Guards, and once again, it was a flashy fight. The First Princess and the Third Prince rushed over to suppress the situation, but this time was different from the last time. This time, it involved the officials whose houses had been burned, their sex had been disturbed, and their silver had been scattered by the heavenly maidens. So, one by one, they pulled on the two of them and chattered endlessly. They even formed factions with their colleagues to seek justice. The Third Prince patiently comforted them, not listening to the one-sided words of the Iron Guards and the officials. The First Princess, on the other hand, had a fiery temper. As soon as she heard the words of the leader of the Purple Cloaks, she raised her eyebrows. Well, I haven't bullied anyone yet, but everyone is bullying me together!
Think about how mighty she, the Purple Cloaks, was in the past? Now, she had been beaten up again and again. She had tolerated the death of so many of her leaders, but the Third Prince still did not let it go! Even now, the Third Prince was still putting on an act. How could things be so coincidental that the people on his side were all suffering losses?
The First Princess's eyes were burning with anger. Then, she remembered that the successor to the throne was still unknown, and His Majesty had made an exception and delegated power to her. Many people were beating around the bush, saying that His Majesty might not have decided on the female lead at all, and was just silently observing in his heart to see who could win in the battle and who was the most suitable to be the Emperor. She had been tempted by this saying many times, but she had been hesitant. Now that she had been forced to add fuel to the fire, she had instead made up her mind to cut off all means of retreat.
Forget it! She would let the Xuanji court open their dog eyes wide and clearly see her ability and qualifications!
Once the First Princess had made up her mind, she sneered and waved her hand. Her subordinates understood and rushed to the Chang Yongjun to pass on the order.
Once the 50,000 Chang Yongjun troops moved, the 100,000 God's Will Army had no choice but to move as well. The Tang Family, who controlled the other two battalions of Chang Yongjun troops, immediately announced that the capital was in danger and had fallen into a difficult situation. As an official, he had the responsibility to protect the Emperor, so he immediately mobilized a battalion of soldiers to replace them. The God's Will Army, which was originally in charge of the capital's defense, also sent troops to besiege the palace. Naturally, the God's Will Army and the Royal Guards did not care. The Tang Family's Little Duke's pretty baby face was smiling like a flower. He took out a piece of paper and wrote a few words on it before running to the courier house. Meng Fuyao found the jade seal that had been used as a stepping stone for Lord Yuan Bao in the toilet and stamped it!
A magnificent imperial edict was born in the hands of Meng Fuyao, the CEO, salesman, director of the business department, head of the personnel department, chief accountant, and staff member of the 'Fuyao Snatching Position Shares Limited Company'.
Tang Yizhong, one of the 'power snatching duo', devoutly held the imperial edict in his hands and dove into the chaos. He maintained order and disrupted it, adjusted the balance and disrupted it, kicked the other party while stopping the fight, and set another fire while extinguishing the fire.
This time, Tongcheng was really red — there were too many fires.
Meng Fuyao did not care about the fire that she had started. The Xuanji royal family was originally a pile of miscellaneous dry firewood, and anyone who sprinkled sparks on them would cause an explosion. She frowned, half happy and half worried. She was happy that her true Qi had been jumping, and it was obvious that she was about to break through. She was worried that the Ninth Princess had sent her news. Although His Majesty was startled when he saw the painting, and his expression changed slightly, he remained silent after thinking for a long time.
Meng Fuyao could not figure out what Feng Xuan was up to. As for the old eunuch, she had invited famous doctors everywhere, but there was no improvement. She could not get anything useful out of his mouth.
On this day, she returned from the Ninth Princess' residence with a heart full of worries. When she saw a restaurant, she sat down and listened to a song with Zhangsun Wuji. There was a storytelling going on in the restaurant. It was about 'The King of Han Kills the Rabbit, and the Imperial Harem Concubines Farm'. Meng Fuyao listened, and the corner of her mouth twitched. "Good things don't go out the door, but bad things travel a thousand miles."
Suddenly, someone at the other table said, "She really can't stay put anywhere."
Meng Fuyao was stunned — did someone recognize her? She turned her head and saw a delicate and pretty girl at the next table. She had three peculiar braids, and her hair was divided into three strands that draped over her shoulders. She had a golden ring around her neck, and she was playing with something in a box on the table with a blade of grass. Judging from her expression, she seemed to be talking to the thing in the box, and not to her.
Meng Fuyao smiled and was about to turn her head back when she suddenly caught a glimpse of the woman beside the young girl.
She did not see the woman. She only saw the woman's hand beside the box. Her fingernails were crystal clear, but the edges were not curved. Upon closer inspection, the nails were slightly curled up, as if they had been soaked in hot water. This was usually the case for those who practiced external skills to avoid damaging their nails, but which woman would practice such domineering external skills? Furthermore, it was obvious that her hands were crystal clear, without any calluses. Not to mention external skills, she probably had never even held a sword before.
Meng Fuyao's curiosity was piqued when she saw this peculiar pair of hands. She looked at the hands and saw a section of indigo and dark red sleeves. The colors were extremely bright, and when she looked up, she saw a slender neck that was longer than the average person's, as well as a deep and elegant profile.
The woman's skin was the color of honey, and her facial features were distinct. However, she did not have the aura of an alien race. Only her deep eye sockets contained a light that was as deep as the ocean, like a flowing abyss or a floating night. At first glance, one would be startled, but at second glance, one would be dazzled.
Meng Fuyao had never seen such a pair of eyes. Zhangsun Wuji's eyes were as deep as the ocean, but that was the ocean under the sunlight, resplendent and bewitching like pearls. This woman's eyes, on the other hand, were deep and focused, like the sea of gods and devils beyond the heavens and earth, not allowing anyone to look into them.
Sensing her gaze, the woman tilted her head and stared at Meng Fuyao, which made Meng Fuyao feel dizzy again.
Then, she heard the young girl beside the woman suddenly snort, as if dissatisfied with Meng Fuyao's blatant stare. With a push of her hand, she pushed the box over.
The colorful palm-sized box slid on the table, and a white object floated out, like a piece of paper, toward the back of Meng Fuyao's hand.
Meng Fuyao pointed with her finger, and the thing stopped in mid-air. After struggling for a while, four claws emerged, and with a flick of the claws, four thin threads shot out and fell down.
One of the white threads fell on Meng Fuyao's skin, and instantly turned red. It could actually suck blood!
Meng Fuyao would not let this monster suck her blood. With a press of her fingertip, she was about to cut the thread when the woman suddenly stretched out her hand. Her curled fingernail instantly flicked open and cut the thread. Then, she rolled her eyes at the young girl with three braids and gestured to Meng Fuyao, as if she was apologizing.
Meng Fuyao originally thought that releasing a monster to bite someone was too much, but when she saw that the woman was disabled, her anger dissipated. She smiled and nodded at her, ready to leave. The woman stared at her eyes and suddenly gestured to her again.
The young girl with three braids rolled her eyes and reluctantly translated, "Holy … Miss, do you have something on your mind? Is there something you need to solve? "
Meng Fuyao was startled. She exchanged a look with Zhangsun Wuji and smiled. "Your lady is really special. May I ask if you can tell what's on my mind?"
The woman made a few silent gestures, and the young girl said, "Miss, you said, 'Come, go, go.' If you don't know where you came from, where did you come from? '"
This time, Meng Fuyao was really shocked. Then, she remembered that there were many strange people in the Five Continents, and that this woman probably had some magical powers. She could try this first, so she said, "Please enlighten me, Miss."
The woman tilted her head and looked at Meng Fuyao with a smile, which made Meng Fuyao feel dizzy again. Then, she felt a series of scenes flashing through her mind, spinning faster and faster. Finally, they became one, and with a loud bang, she heard a cracking sound, which made her whole body tremble. Then, she felt the woman's eyes fly out of their sockets, floating in the air and slowly moving toward her mind, as if to replace her own eyes. The feeling was too terrifying, and she woke up in a flash.
When she woke up, she realized that the woman was sitting right in front of her. Where was the scene of her eyes flying out? It was probably an illusion. Her mind was a mess, her heart empty, and she did not know how to speak. She was a little afraid that she had fallen into the woman's trap, but she saw that Zhangsun Wuji was still sitting opposite her, deep in thought without interfering. He was an expert in consciousness control, and he did not seem to be acting strangely, so the woman should not have attacked her.
But … what was she looking at? She did not remember anything.
The woman stood up with the young girl and handed her a piece of paper that was half red and half white. The young girl explained, "Burn it to ashes and drink it. If you don't want to drink it, you can just smell the smoke. Let's see what you think."
Meng Fuyao was amused. She accepted the paper with a smile, put it in her bag, and watched the woman float away. Then, she went downstairs with Zhangsun Wuji. As they walked, she said, "Do you think I should drink this witch's ashes?"
"What witch?" Suddenly, someone beside him interrupted.
"It's not like you don't have …" Meng Fuyao stopped mid-sentence and quickly turned around. Her eyes widened. "W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W …"
"Did you get amnesia after not seeing each other for a few months? Or can't you even say my name? " He was still so sharp-tongued, still ignoring everyone else, and still habitually holding her hand to feel her pulse the moment he saw her.
Meng Fuyao was so surprised that she even forgot about his poisonous tongue. "Ah, Zong Yue, why are you here …"
"I heard from Guangde Hall that someone is looking for a famous doctor." Zong Yue was still the same Zong Yue with his snow-white robes and sparkling bones. Being an emperor for a while did not seem to have changed his appearance. He was still as clean as ever, standing in the crowd like snow, causing people to avoid him.
He carefully felt her pulse, frowned, and then relaxed. He glanced at Zhangsun Wuji with some dissatisfaction. "Have you forgotten who the real famous doctor is?"
"I would not dare to look for you even if I searched the entire five continents." Meng Fuyao spread her hands. "Have you ever heard of an emperor traveling thousands of miles to treat a eunuch's illness?"
"I'm not doing this for him." Zong Yue's answer was simple. He suddenly looked into the distance and asked, "Who were you talking to just now?"
"I don't know. He was so mysterious. Do you know him?" She glanced at him.
Zong Yue pondered for a while and said, "No, it's just that the back looked familiar. Maybe I got the wrong person." Only then did he greet Zhangsun Wuji. "Crown Prince, you look good, much better than Fuyao."
Meng Fuyao rolled her eyes. Could this guy be full of thorns the moment he opened his mouth?
"Thanks to you." Zhangsun Wuji smiled. "His Majesty looks even better, better than both of us combined."
Meng Fuyao's head hurt the moment she heard their conversation. She quickly dragged them away until they reached the inn. "Mongolian Emperor, you are no longer the same as before. Hurry up and leave after seeing him."
"I don't have that much time to talk to you." Zong Yue took Old Lu's pulse and frowned. "He's at the end of his life."
"I can wake him up, but I have to tell you that he won't be able to live after waking him up."
Meng Fuyao fell silent. Her intuition told her that this old man was not a good person and deserved to die. But before the truth was clear, what right did she have to sentence him to death?
Zong Yue looked at her, then at Old Lu, and suddenly turned to look at Zhangsun Wuji.
Zhangsun Wuji looked over, and the two exchanged a lot of information. After a while, Zong Yue said, "It's getting late. Go to sleep."
"Okay," Meng Fuyao replied. She called for Tie Cheng to arrange a place for Zong Yue to sleep. She walked back to her room, took off her clothes, and laid down.
As she was undressing, she found the piece of paper that the girl had given her. She smiled and threw it on the table.
After she went to sleep, Zong Yue moved the old eunuch into the inner room, took out the golden needles from his pouch, and started treating him.
In the bedroom, Meng Fuyao fell into a deep sleep.
While she was asleep, Lord Ingot came in after relieving himself. He climbed onto the table and was about to sleep when he saw the piece of paper. He grabbed it with his claws and stared at it for a long time, but to no avail, so he threw it away.
The piece of paper floated in the air, slowly falling into the incense burner beside the bed. It burned slowly in the red spark, turning red and curling up, finally turning into grey ashes.
A wisp of green smoke rose in the air, mixing with the original white smoke. The color remained the same, and it was perfectly straight.
Meng Fuyao suddenly turned over.
In the room, beads of sweat appeared on Zong Yue's forehead. The golden needles in his hands were like the wind, quickly piercing through the back of the old eunuch's head.
After a while, he withdrew his hands solemnly.
He waited quietly.
The old eunuch suddenly trembled like a leaf in the wind, then let out a low howl.
He howled and suddenly did a carp flip, jumping up with the agility that a dying patient could not have. He let out a torn and indistinct howl. "Don't kill —"
At the same time, a scream came from Meng Fuyao's room.
The shrill scream tore through the night. Even her voice had changed. It did not sound like something that Meng Fuyao, who had dominated the Seven Nations, would make.
Zong Yue's expression changed immediately. He could not care less about the old eunuch, who had already woken up. A white shadow flashed out, and a purple shadow floated out from the darkness.
In the dark room.
Meng Fuyao was drenched in sweat. She jumped out of bed and onto the floor, knocking over the table, trampling over the chair, tearing the curtains, and extinguishing the lights. She was so shocked that her heart broke!
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