"Ah!"
The one who screamed was the Tenth Princess, who had just woken up and was looking down from the bed.
"Ah!"
At the same time, the one who screamed was Empress Xuanji, who was rolling in the sheets with Yu Heng.
The Tenth Princess sat upright on the bed and stared blankly at her dignified and luxurious mother who was naked under another man and rolling on the ground like a wild beast. If it wasn't for the familiar face, she would almost think that it was another woman wearing an empress's mask.
Even so, she still couldn't believe it. She put her finger in her mouth and bit it. The sharp pain made her scream again. Then she knew that this was not a nightmare. It was the most unacceptable fact in the world.
She screamed, grabbed the bedding on the bed, and covered her head. Her whole body shrunk into the bed, and she did not move.
Empress Xuanji, on the other hand, was as stiff as a dead fish with its belly turned up, and as hard as a corpse that would not rot even after a thousand years. She lay stiffly on the thick and warm carpet, her toes, which had curled up in excitement just a moment ago, were now spread out like webs. The blue veins on her legs bulged and twitched under her jade-colored skin.
She had suddenly fallen from the clouds of lust and excitement into the cold abyss of reality.
What had she done? What had she done?
She was actually here, in her daughter's room, under her daughter's bed, with another man in front of her!
She was crazy! She must be crazy!
She actually thought of herself as a prostitute on the streets, a promiscuous woman! She had actually forgotten that she was the Empress of Xuanji, the most honorable woman in Xuanji!
How could she be like an ordinary middle-aged woman, losing her heart and soul at the sight of a man, committing the most unforgivable and most shameless sin!
She was the Empress! The Empress!
Meng Fuyao sneered and bent over, looking at her face that had lost all color in an instant. Suddenly, she cracked her whip on the wall!
With a loud bang, the entire wall collapsed, and in an instant, it was in ruins.
Outside the wall, there was a drizzle, and many people stood in the drizzle.
Men and women, young and old, from the Emperor's son-in-law to the lowest servant in the Tenth Princess's Mansion, not a single one was left out.
They were all forced by the elite guards of the Great Han Dynasty and the Limitless Secret Guards to stand in the afternoon rain, waiting to see the most erotic, exciting, and worthy of being recorded in the history books of the five continents.
The walls collapsed, and the naked man and woman hugging each other on the carpet were exposed in front of everyone. Everyone instantly opened their mouths and let out a silent scream. They couldn't close their mouths for a moment, like fish about to suffocate in shallow water.
Under the watchful eyes of the public, the adultery was exposed to the public.
No one could bear it.
Not to mention Empress Xuanji, who had always been proud of her status as an empress.
Those gaping mouths were holes that swallowed souls, and those evasive and bright eyes were arrows. She fell into those holes, and then her heart was pierced by thousands of arrows like those and shattered into thousands of pieces.
The Four Stars Empress raised her head and let out another heart-wrenching scream, "Ah — —"
Then she fainted. She fainted in a very powerful and effortless way, and she collapsed softly in the arms of the man above her.
After her pride was destroyed and her dignity was trampled into dust, the reaction of the extremely proud and violent woman was nothing more than a puddle of stinking mud.
Yu Heng, however, remained calm.
Everything happened in an instant. Meng Fuyao strode in to wake the Tenth Princess up. The Empress was still immersed in the peak of the eroticism, but he didn't pull himself away. Instead, he took his time and completed the last step of the eroticism.
For the first and last time in his life, he didn't mistreat himself.
At the moment when Meng Fuyao destroyed the wall to show their adultery, he flew up with the fainted Empress Xuanji in his arms. His body swept through the air and rolled on the bed. This roll caused the bedsheets to roll over the two of them, and the Tenth Princess to roll down.
Then he turned around and somehow put on all the scattered clothes on the floor. He carefully wrapped the Empress in the bedsheets and stuffed her under the bed.
After this was done, he turned around unhurriedly to face Meng Fuyao.
When he turned around, there was actually a faint smile on his face.
Meng Fuyao looked at this man with some admiration. He was the real calmness that wouldn't change even if Mt. Tai collapsed in front of him. That scene just now was an absolute insult to Empress Xuanji, but was it not the same for the revered Ten Strongest? However, his calmness was worthy of his status as a Grandmaster of the Ten Strongest.
She saw that he treated the evil Empress Xuanji with sincerity. Although she didn't understand why he liked that woman, Meng Fuyao respected all sincere and pure feelings.
Yes, pure.
He had been by that woman's side for more than a decade, and was many times stronger than her. He had too many chances to obtain her, but he had never touched her. If it wasn't for the combined efforts of the others today, he, Yu Heng, would have protected her until his death.
Most men couldn't achieve spiritual Plato, especially strong ones.
It was precisely because he loved her that he did everything for her, regardless of good or evil. As long as she liked it, and as long as it was beneficial to her, such as trying to separate Zhangsun Wuji and Meng Fuyao.
Meng Fuyao suddenly understood that night on the boat. He clearly had the time to possess her, but he had wasted a lot of time admiring her. He had no intention of sullying her. All he wanted was to make the two of them distrust and betray each other, so as to split them apart.
He did all those things not because he hated or wanted to harm anyone, but because he wanted to do Empress Xuanji.
Meng Fuyao was suddenly lost in thought.
She thought that she, Meng Fuyao, was numb to killing, and the men around her were numb to killing for her. As long as she needed them, they would do it for her. Thinking about it this way, she felt that it was the same.
From their respective perspectives, Yu Heng wasn't wrong either.
Meng Fuyao sighed softly and swung the golden whip in her hand. "Lord Yu Heng, leave this place and don't bother with Xuanji's matters in the future. Let's forget about what happened between us."
Yu Heng was silent. He stood in the oily rain without saying a word, his slender eyes glistening like the spring rain. After a while, he suddenly laughed strangely. "Why should I leave?"
Meng Fuyao looked at him. In just a short moment, his firm and plump skin had already begun to collapse. When he smiled, the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes spread like a spider web. His Virgin Technique had been broken, and all his skills had been wasted. Naturally, he couldn't maintain his youthful appearance. The current Yu Heng was no longer her match.
"If I want to leave, I'll take her with me." Yu Heng tilted his head to look at Empress Xuanji under the bed.
"I'm sorry, that's impossible," Meng Fuyao said coldly. "In fact, it's only natural for me to kill you."
"Then what's there to say?" Yu Heng laughed. "Meng Fuyao, don't think that just because you're one of the Top Ten that I've lost my Virgin Technique can guarantee victory. A true expert can still fly even if his wings are broken."
"Then fly for the rest of your life." Meng Fuyao smiled. "You don't have to come down anymore."
Before she finished speaking, a golden light flashed!
She was above the golden light!
The golden whip was like a golden lightning bolt, piercing through the air in a straight line. Meng Fuyao stepped on the golden whip, her figure also becoming an even sharper lightning bolt.
She stood at the tip of the whip, and with a flick of her toes, the whip opened up a fan-like golden light screen. As it spun, it whistled through the air. From the tip to the handle, it came in contact with several major acupoints on Yu Heng's upper body!
Yu Heng only twisted his body.
He twisted his body, suddenly twisting himself into the shape of a fried dough twist, a soft and extremely elastic one. In the time it took for a spark to fly off a flint, he made an extremely delicate twist, and those sharp acupoints all missed.
The moment they missed, his fingers swept out from his sleeves and lightly touched the tip of the whip. Like hitting a snake at its weakest point, the whip immediately drooped down softly.
Then, he scooped the whip into his hand.
These moves were as fast as lightning, changing and changing like the floating clouds and flowing water. They were untraceable, and did not require the use of a single strand of true energy. It was a skillful move that could move a thousand catties with little effort, but it was a level higher.
At that moment, Meng Fuyao finally understood the meaning of the phrase, "There's a huge gap between the top five and the bottom five. There's also a huge gap between the top five." Yu Heng, who was ranked fourth, had lost the most important true energy of a martial artist, and yet he did not show any signs of defeat in front of her, who was also in the Top Ten!
Her desire to win was aroused. Yu Heng's exquisite moves were rarely seen in the world. If she could fight him to her heart's content, she would definitely be able to reach another level!
With a hook of her finger, she clenched her fist into a "Phoenix Pecking" stance. She did not snatch the whip, but went straight for Yu Heng's meridian point.
Yu Heng's expression changed. Now that he had no true energy, he could no longer fight against Meng Fuyao's pure true energy. His body retreated like flowing water, as light as a goose feather. It seemed like he could still use Qinggong. But Meng Fuyao knew that it was probably because of Yu Heng's martial arts. He had trained his body for many years, or else he would not have been able to pretend to be a sacrificial child on the ship. Tie Cheng had not even noticed his weight when he had been carrying him.
That night on the ship, when they turned back to find out who the suspect was, it all fell on that child. The guards who had sent him back had lost track of him halfway.
Yu Heng's body was light, which meant that he still had Qinggong. Complemented by his exquisite moves, as long as he did not compete with Meng Fuyao's inner energy, he could still hold on for a long time. Meng Fuyao looked up at the sky. She did not want to waste too much time here. She still had to go to the palace.
Suddenly, she floated up.
Like a piece of paper, she swung horizontally to the bottom of Yu Heng's feet. She raised her hand, and with a flash of black light, she stabbed the sole of his foot. Yu Heng could only dodge. Just as he floated, Meng Fuyao swung towards him again. It was the exact same posture and position, deliberately preventing Yu Heng from landing.
Drifting in mid-air for a long time required the support of one's true energy. With Meng Fuyao's true energy, she could float for a long time without touching the ground, but Yu Heng could not. Every time he was about to land, he would be forced to leap up again. He could not catch his breath in time, and his breath of turbid Qi would hang in the air, gradually rising. The impact made him dizzy.
Anger flashed in his eyes, and he snorted. "A tiger that has fallen into a plain will be bullied by a dog!" Without giving way, he moved sideways and pounced towards Meng Fuyao like a ray of green light.
Meng Fuyao laughed coldly. "If a dog can bully you, doesn't that mean you're worse than a dog?" She raised her Heaven Piercing Sword, and the black light cracked. In an instant, the two of them tangled together.
Cries and wails filled the air!
The black light was like a broad axe, sweeping across heaven and earth, dragging a huge black tail like a comet as it rampaged through the small inner room with a broken wall. The green light was slender and continuous, like the incessant drizzle outside the window. Layers upon layers of black and green wrapped around the black light like a tangled reed crossing a river. The room was filled with silhouettes that flew about, emitting a dignified and gorgeous light. Among them was the golden whip that Yu Heng had snatched. The golden light flickered, and the three colors of black, green, and yellow intertwined. It was truly a beautiful battle.
Yu Heng's body never left the bed where Empress Xuanji was hidden. Obviously, it would be more advantageous for him to fight outside, but he still chose to fight Meng Fuyao indoors. His moves were light and complicated, and unlike Meng Fuyao's grand and majestic movements, he preferred to work on small areas. Amidst the green-gold light, his hands were like the world's most dexterous zither player. His fingers moved as if they were flying, and his murderous moves were incomparably elegant. His knuckles could even execute five different moves, each with a different direction of attack.
On the 137th move, Meng Fuyao let out a clear cry, and the sky was filled with the shadows of her flying knife, weaving into a dense net that covered Yu Heng's head. The claw shadows were interconnected, and there were no gaps between them. This was the essence of the seventh level's third level, Ruyi. It was a seamless whole, omnipresent, and no matter how good Yu Heng was at maneuvering, he could not find a loophole in such a pure golden attack. In the bright white light, Meng Fuyao had already closed in with a sneer.
Yu Heng suddenly smiled as well.
His slender eyes were like the spring rain, and his body was as soft as the spring rain. With a twist of his waist, a golden claw appeared in his hand. The fingertips were round and pointed, like four fingers. It was a very peculiar design.
He stroked the golden claw with his fingers, squinted his eyes, and sighed. "It's been so many years since I've used a weapon …" With that touch, the golden claw suddenly transformed. With a swoosh, it accurately found Meng Fuyao's palm amidst the claw shadows. With a flick of the perfectly round claw, the middle finger pressed down, and like a thunderbolt, it shot towards the Laogong acupoint on Meng Fuyao's palm.
Meng Fuyao retracted her hand, but before she could do so, she felt a gust of strong Qi shooting towards the node where her vital Qi flowed. She was shocked. She did not expect Yu Heng to have such a powerful weapon in his hands. It seemed to be able to adjust the direction of the attack according to the flow of the opponent's vital Qi and block the flow of the opponent's true force. It seemed that Yu Heng was indeed a meticulous person. He knew that even though his Virgin Skill was strong, once he broke the rules, he would have nothing to rely on. Thus, he specially developed this complementary weapon.
The golden claw shot out, but Yu Heng caught it with one hand. The corner of his eye twitched, and he smiled. "To be able to force me to take out my weapon …"
"Please, you Ten Strongest don't say such words of remembrance every time you take out your weapon," Meng Fuyao quickly cut him off. She spread her hands and said, "I'm sick of hearing it."
Yu Heng said plainly, "Dying under this golden claw is also very sick, because there are too many of them." With a flick of his finger, the golden hook made the first move.
The black and gold light moved around the six-foot wide bed. The gauze on the bed had long been destroyed by the vital Qi, and the broken feathers fluttered around the bed like butterflies. The dust on the bed rustled and disappeared within ten feet, ground into powder invisible to the naked eye. The spring rain had yet to stop, but not a single drop could enter the narrow space. It was as if they were in another world.
This time, Meng Fuyao found it difficult to fight again. Under the pressure of Yu Heng's strange weapon, the flow of her vital Qi was constantly interrupted and reversed, requiring constant changes. If it was light, her martial arts would be restricted, and she would be reduced to the same state as Yu Heng. She could only rely on moves, but Yu Heng's refined martial arts was superior to hers. If it was heavy, the direction of her vital Qi would constantly change, and if she was not careful, she would go astray. When that happened, she would die a horrible death.
The perfectly round claws kept flying, following Meng Fuyao's movements like lightning. Every time they brushed past her vital acupoints, she would be forced to take a breath. Just like how she had forced Yu Heng to stay on the ground, Yu Heng now forced her to be unable to circulate her vital Qi as she wished. She shuttled back and forth like lightning, but no matter how many times she changed her movements, the weapon seemed to have a natural suction force. The faster she spun, the faster it followed. Meng Fuyao, who was unable to use her vital Qi smoothly, started to bleed from the corner of her mouth.
Not far away, the sound of clothes fluttering in the wind could be heard. Purple and black shadows were rushing over. It was Zhangsun Wuji and Zong Yue, who was wearing a dark charm mask. Both of them saw through the problem and wanted to intervene, but Meng Fuyao quickly said, "No need!"
From today onwards, she would solve these problems on her own.
Moreover, if she encountered such a situation, so would Zhangsun Wuji and Zong Yue. In fact, the higher one's level of martial arts, the more restricted one's movements would be. Why should she drag them into danger?
Of course, she couldn't say what she was thinking right now. The two of them only heard her fierce refusal and immediately stopped. Zong Yue took a step back and reached into his bosom to take something, but Zhangsun Wuji suddenly stopped him and said, "Let her come."
Only by continuously facing difficulties would one have the opportunity to gain more important insights. The experience of battling with the Ten Strongest was a rare opportunity, and Zhangsun Wuji had always chosen to let Meng Fuyao face it on her own.
Meng Fuyao listened to him but remained silent. Zhangsun Wuji watched Yu Heng for a while and suddenly said, "Inaction triumphs over action. Extreme softness subdues extreme hardness. The cool breeze brushes the hills, and the bright moon crosses the great river."
Meng Fuyao's eyes flashed.
The idea that she had been hesitating about but not daring to try coincided with Zhangsun Wuji's words. Her eyes slowly lit up.
Then, she immediately retracted her stance.
She retracted her incomparably ferocious hurricane-like moves and switched to the simplest and most ordinary moves. The cool breeze and the bright moon brushes the hills. Once the moves were simple, there was more room for the flow and distribution of the true energy in her body. Once the speed was reduced, the frequency of the true energy being interrupted would decrease. Slowly, she used her dignified and vigorous moves to gradually build a true energy field that belonged to her. She led Yu Heng, who had lost his true energy and could no longer control the situation, to step in slowly.
Their fighting styles changed again and again. After going through three stages, they finally fought slow with slow. Once that happened, Yu Heng's flaw of not having true energy became even more obvious. He could no longer follow Meng Fuyao's stance and exploit her loopholes. Meng Fuyao smiled. She flicked her fingers, drew her knife, swept her sleeves, and kicked. She stirred up the wind and rain to circulate her true energy. She guided the golden claw in the direction she wanted, through all the major acupoints in her body.
Then, she suddenly reversed her true energy!
Amidst the slow and vigorous moves, she slowly gathered all the true energy in her body. Suddenly, with a backward kick, she flipped over and stood up. All the true energy in her body flowed in reverse along her meridians!
In an instant, her face turned red, then white. With a flash of light, her entire body seemed to twitch.
Reversing one's pulse in battle was a well-known taboo for martial artists. For thousands of years, no one had ever dared to try it. That was because reversing one's pulse was usually used to break through. However, if the impact was too great, one's meridians would usually be broken and one would die. It was a risk that did not make up for the loss.
But to Meng Fuyao, reversing one's pulse had a different meaning.
She was already at the third stage of the seventh level, just a step away from the eighth. Unfortunately, she was up against Yu Heng, whose martial arts were unpredictable. His meridian severing weapon constantly interfered with the flow of true energy and destroyed its original flow direction. Since it was already reversing Meng Fuyao's true energy, instead of letting him interfere and cause chaos, she might as well borrow the power of his strange weapon and directly reverse the pulse!
Later on, Meng Fuyao deliberately guided him to reverse it so many times. She pointed it all over his body so that all his meridians had become accustomed to and buffered against the reverse flow. Through constant resistance, they slowly solidified. That way, the impact of reversing one's pulse with full force would no longer be so terrifying!
It was a rare opportunity, killing two birds with one stone!
But even if they knew this principle, how many people could think of it during a battle? And how many people would dare to borrow Yu Heng's power to take the risk of breaking through in front of him?
Zong Yue, who was watching from the sidelines, raised his eyebrows. It was unknown whether he was surprised or impressed. He murmured, "Fuyao!"
However, Zhangsun Wuji's eyes revealed a faint smile of melancholy. He raised his head to look at the misty sky, as if he could see the Luan Feng soaring from his palm, soaring and spreading its wings to the Ninth Heaven. However, it was a long and arduous journey. Would she fly back next year?
Meng Fuyao instantly reversed her meridians and felt a loud bang in her elixir field. Her meridians immediately creaked as they stretched out. Her entire body emitted a slight burst sound. Fortunately, her meridians had already formed a silent signal for the reversal due to the effect of Yu Heng's meridian severing weapon. With a slight push, they stopped just as they were on the verge of splitting apart.
In an instant, her meridians widened, and her true energy flowed like a raging river, forming a huge whirlpool in her body. Waves surged and crashed against the shore, causing one to feel like flying. Meng Fuyao's eyes lit up. She laughed and raised her hand. In an instant, a faint cloud-like whirlpool appeared between her fingers.
"Cleaving the Nine Heavens" level eight, Heaven Defying!
With a flash of golden light, Yu Heng's golden claw came in, still aiming for the Laogong acupoint on her palm. Meng Fuyao grinned. The moment the golden claw hit her acupoint, her true energy reversed. The golden claw's effort was futile, and her finger fell. "Crack!"
The longest "middle finger" was broken.
Yu Heng's expression changed. He wanted to retract the golden claw, but Meng Fuyao's finger beckoned. With a pull of her true energy, the golden claw flew back down, but it could no longer reverse her true energy. Meng Fuyao waved her sleeves like a steel knife.
"Crack!"
The "little finger" was broken.
The golden claw spun in the air. Meng Fuyao's body spun into a black whirlwind. She swung her body and bent her back to meet the golden claw. Meng Fuyao sneered and ruthlessly clamped her index and middle fingers together!
"Crack!"
The "ring finger" was broken!
There was only one finger left of the golden claw. It opened and closed in the air comically. Meng Fuyao's lips curled into a sneer. She leaped up and swung her fist in the air. A dark, ferocious wind swept through the air!
"Bang!"
The nimble and delicate golden claw suddenly turned into a lump of irregular gold nugget. It was no longer distinguishable between the fingers and the palm.
Meng Fuyao's fist met the golden claw, and the golden claw became a gold ingot.
A slight cracking sound came from the golden claw, and a crack slowly spread across the body of the claw, the handle, and the pair of hands holding the claw. Light red marks silently appeared on the old skin, and then they grew bigger and redder. With a series of cracking sounds, the muscles and bones were also gradually breaking, revealing white tendons.
Meng Fuyao's punch not only destroyed the golden claw, but also the hands holding the claw.
It was so quiet that one could hear the rustling of the rain. Everyone watched the battle between the top five and the bottom five in the rain. They watched the guardian of the Xuanji royal family, the fourth in the top ten, the man who had been like a god to the Xuanji royal family for so many years fall into a trap and lose his reputation. In the final battle of his life, he struggled to shine with the light of a god. But in the end, he was no match for the girl's supreme courage and wisdom. He was defeated in the muddy spring rain, burying his life's glory and martial arts.
Glory would eventually die, on top of the rotten and filthy ruins.
The thousands of people in the Princess Residence were silent as if there was no one there. Under the crowd's gaze, Yu Heng retreated miserably. Looking at his own hands, the expression in his eyes fluctuated. In that instant, the divine light in his eyes separated and reunited, and the past decades of extraordinary years flowed by in an instant. The glory, struggle, love, hate, gratitude, and grudges flowed like a great river, and finally, what remained was the most barren and dry riverbed of his life.
After a while, he smiled bitterly, but his expression gradually calmed down.
Meng Fuyao stood quietly, no longer with the arrogant attitude she used to have when she was victorious. Every level of "Cleaving the Nine Heavens" was a tempering of her martial arts and temperament. Every battle with a peerless expert was the greatest test and improvement of courage and wisdom. She had struggled through blood and fire, forged in the fiercest burning of the human body and soul. Today, she was finally as cold as steel, and as immovable as a rock.
Her expression was as calm as water, like a pool of ocean water that would always flow and never be swept away by storms.
"Lord Yu Heng, let's stop here." Meng Fuyao took a step back and sheathed Heaven Piercing. She said calmly, "I still have the same opinion as before. You leave."
"Is this how you deal with your defeated opponent?" Yu Heng did not move, but looked up at her. "It seems different from the Meng Fuyao I've heard of."
"You're not my defeated opponent," Meng Fuyao said calmly. "If I hadn't used a trick to destroy your skills, I wouldn't have been able to defeat you."
"There is no luck in the path of martial arts," Yu Heng said calmly. Yu Heng said faintly, "It is your ability to destroy my skill. Also …" He suddenly smiled meaningfully and said, "In the future, even if I still have my skill, I may not be a match for you."
"Thank you for your auspicious words." Meng Fuyao bowed. Although she did not have a good impression of this fellow, he was worthy of her respect because of his unyielding attitude of a master.
"The little fellow just said a bit of the essence." Yu Heng took a step back and sat cross-legged on the ground. He glanced at Zhangsun Wuji and suddenly said, "It's just a little lacking."
Meng Fuyao's eyes brightened. From what Yu Heng said, he intended to give her pointers? Pointers from the top five of the top ten were more precious than fighting, but she was too embarrassed to ask Yu Heng, whose skills she had destroyed. Zhangsun Wuji and Zong Yue did not care about this. Both of them took a step forward. Zong Yue glanced at Zhangsun Wuji. Recalling that Yu Heng was referring to Zhangsun Wuji, he had no choice but to stand still.
Zhangsun Wuji stepped forward and bowed slightly without saying a word. Meng Fuyao looked at him — he was not willing to interact with Yu Heng, was he? His hatred for Yu Heng might be even greater than hers, but he still stepped forward.
Yu Heng looked at him. A moment later, he slowly sighed and said, "I have no reason to teach you, but my sect's martial arts only have one disciple. Seeing this disciple, I'm afraid … … my sect's martial arts cannot be lost in my hands … … never mind … … take it as compensation for what happened that day … …"
He tossed out a booklet, which Zhangsun Wuji caught. Yu Heng said, "Bring her to me."
Meng Fuyao raised her eyebrows. At this moment, she finally understood why Yu Heng had agreed to give her pointers. It was purely because he knew that he could no longer protect the Empress and was using this as an exchange.
But she would rather not have Yu Heng's pointers than let this woman live!
The three of them stood motionless. Zhangsun Wuji looked at Yu Heng, and their eyes met. After a while, Zhangsun Wuji suddenly went under the bed and pulled out Empress Xuanji.
Meng Fuyao stared at him in shock, her eyes slightly angry. Zhangsun Wuji looked back and met her gaze. He did not shrink back.
His eyes were clear and full of determination. Meng Fuyao frowned and looked at him for a while. Instead, she could see that he was feeling a little guilty and had no choice but to look away.
This was the first time their eyes really met since that night. Meng Fuyao felt that she had lost again. She had lost even if she was in the right.
Yu Heng did not care what kind of trick they were playing with their eyes. He silently took the unconscious Empress Xuanji and placed her on his knees with great care, gently stroking her long hair.
The forty-year-old woman had a beautiful face. In her deep sleep, she had lost some of her usual ruthlessness. She was still beautiful, but her black brows were slightly furrowed and tied into a slight knot.
This was also an expression that was rarely seen, but he found it familiar. He looked up at the sky and pondered for a while.
Above the clouds, a young woman suddenly appeared from the memories of decades ago. She lowered her head and looked at him with a slight frown.
"Hey, what happened to you? Are you dead? "
She lifted her foot and kicked him, almost breaking all the bones in his body. He groaned and opened his eyes. In the dazzling sunlight, he saw the woman's bright and bright gaze.
"Don't move … Don't move …"
He really couldn't move, Lei Dong was a battle maniac, too fierce, when he fought, it was like a cannon, he would not stop until he and his opponent were destroyed. The top five of the top ten would sometimes spar with each other, but in any case, they were all masters of their generation, they cherished their reputation, no one would risk their life like a country bumpkin, only this Lei Dong … Damn it Lei Dong.
If he moved now, he would fall apart.
The woman did not move and tilted her head to look at him. A moment later, she straightened and said, "Men and women should not touch, how can I stay by your side? Let's go. "
He did not move. If she wanted to leave, he would leave. He just lay there, exposed to the sun and rain for a few days, and then he would recover. At most, he would have some minor ailments.
A moment later, she came back with someone.
"You cannot move, can you?" She squatted, her eyes flashing in the sunlight. She said joyfully, "I've been in a good mood these days so I decided to save you."
She ordered people to cut down trees to make a shed and a roof to make a little house that could block the wind, rain, and sun.
He expressed his thanks. She walked out with her head held high, saying proudly, "Love the people, I want to be the mother of the world."
For the next few days, she sent people to deliver food. Sometimes, she would come herself and sit beside him, listening to him talk about the Jianghu. The faint fragrance of the young woman was mixed with the fragrance of the native trees around them. Somehow, he could distinguish it clearly. Sometimes, he would smell it intoxicatingly, thinking that there was such a nice smell in the world.
He came from a poor family and was bullied by others. After much hardship, he entered the sect. His master had a supreme heart sutra that could only be learned by those with excellent aptitude. Moreover, those who learned it had to abide by the precepts for life, which was equivalent to being a monk or a eunuch. There were many people with excellent aptitude in the sect, but there was someone who was unwilling to give up the desire between men and women and took the initiative to leave. In the end, he had to choose between him and his senior. He knew that his aptitude was not as good as his senior, so he killed his senior.
His master taught him that women were like fire, they must burn this sutra, so he must be careful. Therefore, for many years, he had a pure heart and few desires, not getting close to women. A woman's fragrance and beauty were like fire on the other side of the shore to him. Looking at it from afar, he had to be alert and avoid it.
However, after a duel, he, who was paralyzed on the ground, could no longer refuse a woman's approach. The fresh fragrance that he had not been in contact with for decades slowly washed away the decades of indifference in his heart.
After spending a few days with her, he understood that she had a bad temper. She often drove the ox-cart up the mountain, and the ox-carts panicked and lost their footing, falling off the cliff and letting out miserable howls. She sat on the cart and laughed loudly. She stuck her head out and said to the bottom of the cliff, "You want to squeeze with me? Die!"
Sometimes, she would pick flowers and bring them in. Just as he was shocked by the beauty of the flowers, she would suddenly step on the bouquet of flowers. She would ruthlessly step on the flowers until they turned into mud, but she would still hate her. "What do you mean by flowers blooming together? I hate it the most! "
He stared at her in a daze. Why was she so angry? But even though she was angry, she was still beautiful, flamboyant and dazzling. She was different from the gentle and quiet women he had seen before.
She was very interested in the matters of Jianghu and often asked questions. He asked her why a noble lady liked these things. At that time, she held her chin and slowly said, "Because I have never seen it before, and I will never have the chance to see it in the future."
When he heard this, his heart jumped. He asked her, "Why?"
She straightened her back and walked out. She shouted towards the valley, "Because I want to be the Mother of the World!"
When he heard this, he only smiled. Where did the Mother of the World come from? This child was really a crazy woman.
But it was true.
Half a month later, he found out about the "Mother of the World".
That night, it was raining cats and dogs. The hut could not withstand the strong rain. The roof was completely lifted and the ground was filled with rainwater. He slowly sat up from the bed and stretched. He thought that since he had already recovered, why did he have to pretend that he could not move? It was time to go.
However, just as he walked to the door, he saw a figure in white running on the dark mountain road. Her long hair was scattered, and she floated over like a ghost in the flickering lightning. It was her.
She ran up the mountain in the heavy rain, and when she saw him, she immediately cried out and threw herself at him.
The young and delicate female body suddenly threw herself into his arms. The curves of her body were exposed, rubbing against his body like a ball of soft jade. The delicate fragrance of a virgin entered his nostrils, and his body involuntarily tightened.
He heard her sobbing in his arms, "What should I do … … what should I do … …"
He lifted her face. It was like a rose soaked in the rain, bright and delicate. It was so beautiful that it made one's heart tremble.
Who destroyed this kind of flower, making her violent and fierce to run and cry in the rainy night?
He gently patted her back and said, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. With me here, no one can bully you."
She immediately stopped crying.
That night, he held her in his arms and heard her 'grievances' — — The Xuanji Emperor was visiting the south and stayed at her family. He took a liking to the daughter born of a concubine, and when he returned to the capital, he issued an edict to bring her into the palace … … His Majesty stayed at her family, but he did not take a liking to her, and instead fell in love with her sister born of a concubine. No, the noble young miss could not accept such an insult, so she killed her sister.
Now that His Majesty came to pick up his sister, she should naturally go, but the two of them looked a little different, what if he recognized them?
As he listened to her grievances, he felt a chill in his heart. That dense chill came up, blocking his heart like a block of ice. He almost pushed her away, but she was in his arms. For the first time in his arms, she was so soft and smooth, trembling.
He then thought absentmindedly, what is there to be cold about? She killed his sister to take the position of Empress, he killed his senior brother to take the mantra of the sect, they are the same, the same — —
She raised her face in his arms and looked at him with tears in her eyes. She sobbed over and over again, "You promised to protect me. You promised."
He looked at her, looked at this poisonous rose covered in thorns. After a long time, he said, "Alright."
One word, a lifetime.
The flying and freedom of the jade was bound to the dark and bloody palace of Xuanji.
He still remembered her expression when she heard the word 'alright.' Her tears disappeared, and a little cunning and pride flashed across her eyes.
It wasn't that he didn't know of her schemes.
It wasn't that he didn't know that she didn't love him.
In this life, what she loved was power, honor, status, and monopolization.
And in this life, what he loved was illusion, confusion, the rose in the swamp, the red spider sand in the ruins.
… …
She trembled in his arms, her eyelashes flashing as though she was about to wake up.
Don't, don't wake up.
The suffering of this world is too hard to bear. When she opens her eyes, she wants to cry. Rather than facing the heart-rending humiliation, it is better to close her eyes and sleep into the next cycle.
I know that you are definitely not willing to face it.
Then let's sleep forever.
Yu Heng smiled faintly.
Decades of time were like dew and lightning. In the end, it all became an illusion. In this life, she did evil, he did evil for her. The white bones that piled up in his life turned into an eternal bed of sleep.
Even this was very good.
He smiled lightly, his finger longingly caressing the female's face. The shockingly familiar outline, the fragrance that had not changed for decades, was deeply imprinted into his bones.
From her eyes … to her nose … to her lips … and finally stopped at her throat.
"Crack."
There was a light cracking sound, but everyone felt as if they had been struck by lightning, shaking heavily.
Yu Heng's expression was still the same. He slowly moved his finger away. The female's head drooped down and fell lifelessly to the side.
Her life was silently cut off in her slumber.
Yu Heng gently caressed the head that fell down. He thought of many years ago, during a fierce argument, he said, "If you continue like this, there will be a day when you die without a burial!"
She raised her head and said proudly, "Then please, finish me first!"
Ning … …
In this life, I will help you do everything you said.
… …
The drizzle was silent.
Meng Fuyao took a step back and pursed her lips in silence. To the Four Stars Empress, this kind of death was really too easy for her. However, no matter what kind of death it was, it was still death. There was really no need to talk endlessly.
This woman, who had led a bloody and filthy life, was actually extremely lucky.
Because she had Yu Heng.
She sighed softly and turned to leave. Yu Heng suddenly looked up and smiled at her.
He said, "Thank you."
Meng Fuyao was startled. Then, she saw Yu Heng silently droop his head.
He was dead.
Without any warning, the fourth of the Ten Strongest, the world-famous Yu Heng, after silently ending his lover, also chose to silently end his own life.
Perhaps he had broken his own heart meridian, or perhaps he was just at the end of his days. He lived the rest of his life for her. When she died, his life automatically ended.
His last words were to thank Meng Fuyao, who had ruined his reputation.
To thank her for helping him in this way.
In this life, he had stayed by her side, never thinking of obtaining her. But when he finally obtained her, he finally felt that his life was not in vain.
The resplendence that was respected, admired, and chased by all could not compare to the last splendor that erupted in the lingering golden light in this spring rain.
= = =
Coming out of the Tenth Princess' residence, Meng Fuyao ordered her subordinates to cremate Empress Xuanji and Yu Heng together according to the will left by Yu Heng on his deathbed.
At the door, she met Tang Yizhong, who had come with Zhangsun Wuji to control the three thousand guards of the Tenth Princess' residence. Zhangsun Wuji had talked to him a few days ago. As for what they talked about, Meng Fuyao did not know, but Little Duke Tang's actions today explained everything.
Hearing that Empress Xuanji was dead, Tang Yizhong opened his mouth in shock. When he heard that she was buried together with Yu Heng, his jaw dropped.
"Are you crazy? Aren't you trying to humiliate the Xuanji royal family? She's Empress Xuanji! She wants to enter An Ling! "
"I've already humiliated more than one family, so one more doesn't matter," Meng Fuyao answered casually.
But you can't let her be buried together with Yu Heng, "Tang Yizhong stammered." Isn't that helping her? "
"You're wrong," Meng Fuyao said even more casually. "That's helping Yu Heng, not her. A woman like her must dream of being buried in the phoenix coffin of An Ling and enjoying the incense in the Xuanji royal family's ancestral temple, right? I'm not giving it to her. "
Beside her, Zong Yue, who had been silent since Empress Xuanji's death, trembled slightly.
Meng Fuyao's eyes flashed, but she did not say anything. Instead, she said to Tang Yizhong, "It's time to reveal the dagger. Little Duke Tang, please make a choice now. Either lend me your hundred thousand troops to solve my problem, or I'll spend some effort to use the Han Army to solve it. It's up to you."
"What else is there to say?" Tang Yizhong shrugged. "I'll listen to whoever has the jade seal."
"Oh?" Meng Fuyao cast him a sidelong glance. "Where's the imperial edict?"
"The imperial edict?" Tang Yizhong laughed. "The imperial edict hasn't been stamped with the jade seal!"
"Very well, let's go." Meng Fuyao simply mounted her horse and left without looking at the other two. 'It's up to you whether you want to follow me or not.'
It was a good thing that she did not chase them away. The two of them would not mind her bad attitude.
The shortest way to enter the palace from the Tenth Princess' residence was through the Northern Palace Gate. From that gate, they would first have to pass through the northwest corner of the palace.
Meng Fuyao was originally heading straight for the main hall, but she suddenly stopped in front of a fork.
She tilted her head slightly and looked at the bushes.
Behind the cluster of trees was a wall of flowers. Beyond the wall of flowers was the palace that contained her memories.
Meng Fuyao stood there for a long time, recalling how she had suddenly discovered the palace that night. Suddenly, she realized something and said, "Zhangsun Wuji, the black shadow that led us to the abandoned palace that night was someone you arranged for, right?"
Zhangsun Wuji nodded behind her. "Yes."
Meng Fuyao smiled, thinking that he wanted to see how much she remembered, right? Later on, he wanted to pull her away … Zhangsun Wuji had always been decisive, but he was also a contradictory person when it came to this matter.
She sighed and suddenly pushed the bushes aside, walking in.
Zhangsun Wuji followed, but Zong Yue froze in front of the bushes.
Zhangsun Wuji looked back at him and suddenly said, "There are some things that, if kept hidden for a long time, will become gangrene. Do you want the gangrene to be cured, or let the poison enter your heart? It's your choice."
Zong Yue closed his eyes slightly and silently swept past the bushes.
Meng Fuyao had already crossed the wall of flowers, pushed open the palace gate, and walked past the dust-covered ground. There were footprints on the dust, left by her and Zhangsun Wuji that night.
The last footprints were under the window of the side room, where she had seen the cabinet and automatically sealed her memory.
Meng Fuyao walked over lightly, and the footprints overlapped with those from a few days ago. She calmly stood in front of the window, then walked around it, pushed the door open, and walked in.
The first thing she saw was the cabinet behind the curtain.
It was black, old, and covered in dust after 14 years.
The cabinet was half hidden behind the curtain, exactly like the one in Old Lu's second painting.
Meng Fuyao squatted down in front of the cabinet. The lock on the cabinet was gone, and the door was half open. There was a crack at the top, and inside were some blackened cotton and rags. The mice had made a nest out of it, and it emitted an unbearable stench.
Zhangsun Wuji suddenly turned his head.
Zong Yue leaned against the door frame. The door was really dirty, full of dust and cobwebs, but he did not seem to notice it at all. His whole body was immersed in the greyish-yellow light, mottled and blurry.
Meng Fuyao suddenly snuck into the cabinet without a sound.
She crawled into the cabinet, shrunk to the size of a child, and gently closed the cabinet door. Then, from the top of the split in the cabinet, a pair of eyes peeked out.
She looked at the bed.
Zhangsun Wuji swayed and leaned forward, as if he wanted to pull her out, but his hand stopped midway. It drew an arc in the air, and fell silently and stiffly.
Zong Yue's face turned paler and paler. He leaned against the door frame, as if he wanted to put all his weight on it.
Meng Fuyao looked at the bed.
An oil lamp was lit, swaying in the wind.
She was waiting for her mother in the cupboard. Old Lu had already walked away. When he touched her earlier, she suddenly remembered that she could move today. She leaned down and bit his finger hard. Old Lu howled and jumped away to look for medicine and bandages to bandage the wound.
Then, she heard the noise of people. A large group of people suddenly rushed in. The windows and the door were filled with people, and countless feet walked back and forth in front of her. Then, everything quieted down. Then, someone with a jingle of jewelry walked in slowly.
A luxurious golden-red dress brushed against the green brick floor. As if afraid that the ground would dirty the long dress, two maids bent down and held it as they followed.
The dress stopped in front of the cabinet. She shrank back, thinking that the cabinet would be opened for the third time today. The owner of the dress snorted coldly and walked over.
Then, she heard a shrill female voice. "Bring that bitch Xu Wan here!"
She opened her eyes wide in fear. She heard whimpers and struggles, as if someone's mouth was gagged. She was naturally familiar with that voice. It was her mother who talked to her every night in this life. She could even recognize a grunt.
But she could not see her feet. Those cloth shoes were the shoes of a eunuch.
Then, she heard the sound of a body landing on the bed. That shrill female voice said, "Strip this bitch naked. Let me see what kind of body she is using to seduce His Majesty!"
She closed her eyes and bit down on her lips, hearing the sound of fabric tearing.
Suddenly, the air was filled with hot air again. Someone carried a bucket of hot water, and there was a faint sound of metal clashing.
"This is the body?" The female voice laughed slowly. "Beauty is a skeleton, beauty is a skeleton. Now that you've stripped off your skin, I wonder if you can still seduce His Majesty?"
"Splash!"
The sound of hot water splashing out was as if it was splashed on her heart. She shivered, feeling a great chill amidst the heat. The moaning and struggling sounds on the bed became more and more intense. That female voice laughed and said, "Remove the gag. I want to hear this bitch moan. Is it the same as on the bed?"
Once the gag was removed, Xu Wan's scream erupted like a volcano. It was so shrill that the entire palace seemed to tremble.
"Comb! Comb for me! " The female voice said fiercely. "Let this shameless bitch who seduced His Majesty look at her own rotten flesh!"
"Vile woman —" Xu Wan's entire body was scalded. She stared at the female through her rotting flesh and struggled to curse. "You will also die of shame!"
"Is that so? Unfortunately, you can't let ben gong die of shame. No one can. " The woman laughed coldly. She suddenly tilted her head and said, "How can such a good show be hidden from those who deserve to see it? Come, split that cupboard open for me. "
Lightning flashed in front of her. The cabinet was cut open, just enough for people to see the seam of the bed.
She trembled.
What was on the bed …
A blob of blood … a blob of flesh … a human skeleton that was slowly revealing its white bones … The iron comb was raised and fell … bringing with it pieces of flesh … fresh blood stained the entire bed until it seeped into the wood, never to change … Xu Wan's screams were purple and blood red. Like a cruel wind, they flew in all directions in pain, crashing into the silent and breathless palace …
Grooming … grooming … the most cruel torture she had ever heard of in her previous life was happening to the woman who gave birth to her, raised her, and protected her for five years!
And in that darkness, she could only watch this scene unfold with her own eyes!
She squatted in the cabinet, her back against the cold wooden board. It was as if she was leaning against an iceberg. It was so cold, so cold. Darkness mixed with blood red swirled down and wrapped around her. The sticky smell of blood tangled and pulled her tightly, pulling out her heart and organs, tearing her to pieces and exploding into dust …
"Ah … it's getting late. His Majesty is probably going to look for me." Under the dim light of the oil lamp, the woman with a head full of pearls and emeralds suddenly turned her head and looked in her direction.
Beside her, a handsome young man in white suddenly appeared from the direction she had been blocking. His skin and bones were crystal clear, and he elegantly and alienatedly bowed to Empress Xuanji, saying, "Aunt, leave it to me."
"Mm." Empress Xuanji patted him. "Yue 'er, don't let that woman die too quickly. Prolong her life for me, let her have a good taste. Also, remember to eliminate the root of the problem."
The young man bowed silently.
…
Suddenly, Meng Fuyao pushed the cabinet door open with great force.
She pushed so hard that the door of the cupboard collapsed with a loud bang. The cupboard also broke into several pieces of wood and fell to the ground with a pitter patter.
The cabinet that had locked her up for five years and carried the darkest memories of her childhood finally fell apart after 14 years.
Meng Fuyao shook her head without turning back. She went straight to the bed, which had already turned black because it was soaked in Xu Wan's blood and rotten beyond recognition. She lifted the black bedding that would shatter at a touch and fumbled around in the seam of the bed.
After a while, she retracted her hand and fished out a small cloth bag with words on it. Inside the bag was a small jade lotus.
The jade lotus was no longer a jade lotus. It was light red all over and had become a blood lotus when it was soaked in blood.
Meng Fuyao held the small lotus in her palm and suddenly flung it away. The blood lotus bounced off and rolled a few times on the ground, right at Zong Yue's feet.
Zong Yue stared at the blood lotus. For some reason, his fingers were trembling. Meng Fuyao had already walked straight over. She walked past Zong Yue and squeezed past him without stopping. The door was narrow and rotten, so it immediately fell apart. The door frame creaked and fell. Zong Yue reached out to block it for her, but he was covered in dust. Meng Fuyao walked past him without looking.
She went straight to the palace gate and kicked the wall. With a loud bang, the plaque hanging on the palace gate fell and smashed to the ground. Meng Fuyao walked forward and used her foot to wipe the thick layer of dust off the plaque. Two large words appeared:
"Yanling"
Misty Palace.
Meng Fuyao kicked again, this time fiercer and more forceful. How could the palace wall, which had not been repaired for a long time, withstand such a powerful kick? It collapsed with a loud crash.
As the palace wall collapsed, dust and smoke filled the air. Meng Fuyao did not evade or give way. She stood in the dust and looked around.
Suddenly, her gaze was fixed on something.
On the left side of the palace wall, the corner of a cloth bag could be seen.
Meng Fuyao's body trembled at the sight of that cloth bag, but she immediately gritted her teeth and strode over.
She squatted down and used her hands to push away the dirt and untie the knot of the cloth bag.
A set of pale bones entered her sight.
Xu Wan.
Xu Wan, buried under the Misty Palace wall for 14 years.
After 14 years, she could finally see the light of day again. She could finally meet the daughter of this life.
The wind blew from afar. Even a spring breeze could be so cold. It carried with it the stench of blood and darkness from the nightmare 14 years ago, whimpering and circling.
Meng Fuyao hugged the bag of bones and stood under the half of the palace wall in a daze. It was only when the cold bones were in her arms and the hard and cold bones pressed against her chest that the composure she had persevered until now finally broke down. She began to tremble more and more violently, unable to stand. She slowly knelt down along the palace wall and knelt in front of the small pit where the cloth bag was buried.
Suddenly, tears flowed down her face.
So many tears, tears that had been frozen in her heart since she found out the truth that night, finally broke through the dam in her heart and gushed out like a flood. She cried without any cover, a heart-wrenching and lung-splitting cry, a sobbing cry with her entire body twitching, a sobbing that made the world go dark. Like a spring, her tears dripped onto the bone in her hand, dying it completely. Bit by bit, it became heavier and heavier, pressing down heavily on her heart. The sharp broken bone was like a ruthless stabbing, piercing and piercing pain.
… So many years of being pressed against the wall … You're tired …
… That evil woman really died of shame … Your daughter has avenged you …
… I'm very, very good now … The noblest … King of the Five Continents …
… I'm sorry … I used to blame you for abandoning me and not wanting to find you … I'm sorry …
… In your next life, stay away from the palace …
The moonlight gradually rose. A faint green shadow outlined the deep and shallow contours of the broken palace wall. It shone on the woman in black who was kneeling in front of the abandoned palace, and on the Meng King of the Great Han, whose name shook the Five Continents and the Seven Kingdoms. At this moment, he was in the most miserable state of mind in his life.
After a long time, she carefully folded the cloth bag, hugged it in her arms, and stood up.
Then, she suddenly turned her head.
She stared at Zong Yue.
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