The cry was loud and sonorous, as if someone had torn apart a blood-stained cloth and thrown it into the sky. The sky and the earth were filled with the color of blood, blocking out all vision and perception.
"Crack!" All of a sudden, the paper on the window beside her cracked, and a pair of skinny, black hands shot out like lightning, grabbing Fuyao's left arm.
At the same time, the woman's broken and shrill voice sounded even closer. "… You're here! You're here! We'll perish together, perish together! Hahahaha … "
Fuyao's pupils shrank as she looked at the hand that was grabbing her arm. It was so skinny that its veins were exposed, and its sharp nails were filled with dirt and grass. There were even some brown marks on the back of the hand. The fierce yet weak hand could not even hold her arm firmly. It was trembling in the wind, yet it was desperately digging its nails into her flesh.
With a flick of her finger, a gust of wind shot out, and the ghostly claw-like hand retracted abruptly. Accompanied by a hoarse scream, the sound reverberated in the empty room. Before the sound dissipated, Meng Fuyao had already pushed the door open and walked in.
The room was indeed more dilapidated than she had imagined. One look and one could tell that it was the room of a lunatic. The floor was littered with utensils, and the dust on the floor was a few inches thick. The woman was dressed in tattered clothes that were indistinguishable in color, and she was curled up in a corner. Her hair was disheveled, and her body emitted a rancid, sour smell.
Fuyao's gaze fell on the broken bed on the floor. She saw the dark yellow stains on the straw covering the bedding. The smell was overwhelming, and when she got closer, she realized that they were traces of excrement.
The woman looked at her in panic. Beneath her disheveled hair was a pair of crazed and confused eyes. Her gaze flickered in all directions, and wherever it landed, it was as if a demonic fire had ignited.
"Zhangsun Wuji … You monster …"
A voice that was thin like gossamer drifted in the silent space, ghastly and filled with hatred. Every single word was like gold and jade, grinding it out from between the gaps of her teeth. Anyone who heard it couldn't help but believe that as long as Zhangsun Wuji was here, this woman would definitely pounce on him, tear him to pieces, and eat him bite by bite.
A trace of doubt flashed in Fuyao's eyes. Who was this woman? How could he be imprisoned in a rundown courtyard in Prince De's manor in such a state? How could he have enmity with the Limitless Nation's most respected Crown Prince? Since she was a dangerous person who spouted nonsense and slandered the current Crown Prince, King De should have kept her in check. But why didn't he send anyone to guard her? Why did he leave her there to fend for herself?
She subconsciously took a step forward, wanting to see the woman clearly.
Suddenly, a light cough came from behind him.
Meng Fuyao stopped and squinted at the crazy woman's widened eyes. The figure reflected in her eyes was tall and clean in white. It was Zong Yue.
The strange thing was that Zong Yue was clearly coughing at her, but he wasn't looking at her back. From the Crazy Woman's eyes, it could be seen that his gaze was straight into the Crazy Woman's eyes.
Once again, Meng Fuyao's gaze swept past the crazy woman's back. Suddenly, she smiled and slowly retreated. Before leaving, she even carefully closed the door.
When she turned around, Zong Yue was looking at her calmly. His tone was calm, but the words that came out of his mouth made her seethe with anger.
"Even if you're just my servant, you should still know basic etiquette. For example, don't run around in other people's houses."
Meng Fuyao's gaze immediately became as sharp as a knife. She ground her teeth, feeling that they were sharper than the crazy woman's, before saying darkly, "Even if you're just an arrogant pig, you should also know that some things are despicable and lowly. For example, following behind a woman and peeping."
Zong Yue looked at her indifferently. "You're a woman? Oh, you're a woman. Sorry, I can't remember. "
He even bowed to express his apology.
Meng Fuyao was so angry that smoke was almost coming out of her nose. After a while, she straightened her chest and straightened her waist, walking past Zong Yue without saying a word.
As she brushed past him, she suddenly bumped into him with her shoulder. Zong Yue seemed to be lost in thought and was caught off guard.
Meng Fuyao immediately turned around and smiled sweetly. Under the sunlight, her face looked ordinary, but her eyes shone brilliantly and frighteningly.
"Aiya, why did you fall after just one bump? Are you sure you're a man? Sorry, I always thought you were a man, but it turns out you're not. "
She bent down and pretended to apologize before she ran off laughing, leaving Zong Yue standing in the wind with a pensive look on his face.
The winter wind was calm and dignified, carrying the faint fragrance of a woman that had yet to disperse. The fragrance was faintly discernible, and one would not be able to smell it if one did not smell it carefully, but it only made one feel happy.
After a while, Zong Yue smiled faintly. He thought back to when she had stuck out her chest with evil intentions. The sunlight had slid over her beautiful body, splashing red and green, splashing into his eyes. It had actually confused him for a moment, causing him, who had never let anyone get close to him, to stumble from the impact.
Zong Yue's smile was like the winter flowers, not ostentatious, but dazzling and bright.
"Actually, you're really a woman …"
*****
Night had fallen, and there were only a few stars and a faint moon. The lights from a restaurant at the end of the East Corner Alley cast a long shadow on the ground.
Meng Fuyao's face was covered with a veil, and she was carrying a pile of herbs that Zong Yue wanted to buy from the market. Along the way, she was in a daze, deep in thought.
She was thinking about the matter of Zhangsun Wuji that Yao Xun had mentioned the day before.
After meeting the Crazy Girl, King De had sent people over that very night. Zong Yue did not know what they had said, but Zong Yue had repeatedly warned her not to go near that courtyard. Initially, Meng Fuyao did not pay much attention to this matter, but this time, her interest was piqued. She could not help but ask the well-informed Yao Xun if he knew about the inside story of Zhangsun Wuji. Who knew that once Yao Xun heard that it had something to do with Zhangsun Wuji? Who knew that Yao Xun would immediately say a lot of things when he heard that it had something to do with Zhangsun Wuji. Meng Fuyao was forced to listen to the Crown Prince's glorious achievements for the whole night.
At the age of seven, he had drawn up a geomantic map of the Limitless Nation. He had reformed and adjusted the military structure of the Limitless Nation's two frontline armies, forcibly expanding the original 100,000 troops to 700,000 troops to suppress the three neighboring countries.
At the age of ten, the Limitless Nation's southern border rebelled, and a war broke out between the Southern Rong and Northern Rong tribes over fertile land, causing disaster to the people of the surrounding provinces. Zhangsun Wuji, who was still a teenager, had traveled thousands of miles with only ten guards to enter the chaotic area. Everyone thought that he would never return. Unexpectedly, three days later, the smiling youth held the Southern Rong tribe's leader in his left hand and the Northern Rong tribe's leader in his right hand as they walked out of the tent. The two burly men kowtowed to each other in front of millions of soldiers. From then on, their mortal enemies became sworn brothers.
At that time, the ten-year-old youth had smiled with his hands clasped behind his back. He was the shortest person on the grasslands, but a hundred thousand soldiers bowed at his feet. No one dared to be taller than him.
At the age of thirteen, Duke Riverglance had rebelled and planned to kill Zhangsun Wuji first. He had set up a banquet to invite the crown prince. Zhangsun Wuji, dressed in light clothes, had accepted the invitation. After three rounds of wine, Duke Riverglance came to propose a toast according to the rules. He held a colorless and tasteless poisonous wine, and behind him was a disguised assassin, Sparse Shadow. Zhangsun Wuji drank the poisonous wine in one gulp. When he put the wine cup back on the tray, the hand that put down the cup suddenly pierced through the proud Duke Riverglance's chest and grabbed Sparse Shadow's heart.
Amidst the shock in the hall, Zhangsun Wuji slowly pulled back his hand and sprayed the poisonous wine in his mouth onto Duke Riverglance's face. He pointed at Duke Riverglance's corpse, whose face had immediately festered, and said with a smile, "You definitely won't have the face to see my imperial ancestor again. Grandnephew will save you the trouble."
With that, he took off his skin-like glove and threw it to the ground before leaving. From start to finish, he hadn't spilled a single drop of blood.
From then on, no one in the Zhangsun Imperial Family dared to have the slightest bit of disloyalty.
At the age of fifteen, Zhangsun Wuji went on a diplomatic mission to Fufeng. No one knew what happened. He went to Fufeng to take a look, and the two major tribes of Fufeng suddenly started a war. After three years of war, the two major tribes split into three major tribes, and they no longer had the spare energy to spy on their neighbor, Wuji.
As a result, the various countries had almost listed Zhangsun Wuji as a person who refused to have dealings with him. It was truly a very scary thing to be remembered and cared for by such a person.
Fortunately, after the age of fifteen, Zhangsun Wuji suddenly quietened down a lot. He no longer did something big to shock the world. He had never even participated in the political struggles of the various countries, and he seemed to have no interest in expanding his territory. He was always content to be ranked below Tiansha, the second largest country in the five continents. Fortunately, he finally kept a low profile. Otherwise, the assassination groups of the various countries would probably be the first to target him, and his name on the assassination list would probably move up.
It was precisely because Zhangsun Wuji was extremely talented and had made great contributions to the country that the emperor of Wuji Country specially bestowed the name of the country with the title of Crown Prince Zhangsun. This was a supreme honor in the five continents.
In the end, Yao Xun ended his long speech with an extremely exclamation — Zhangsun Wuji, the outstanding talent of the world!
Meng Fuyao narrowed her eyes, recalling Yao Xun's exaggerated tone, and could not help but smile.
Before she could stop smiling, her vision suddenly darkened. With a loud bang, Meng Fuyao, who was walking with her head lowered, bumped into someone's chest.
The feeling was very strange. The area below her forehead seemed hard and soft at the same time, and she could vaguely hear a squeaking sound.
The squeak made Meng Fuyao realize something. She quickly raised her head, but it was already one step too late.
A snow-white ball immediately drilled out from the chest of the other party's clothes. Stroking his flattened stomach, he fiercely struck out with his claws.
Unfortunately, halfway through the attack, his claws were suddenly stuffed with a fruit. Retracting his Mouse Claw Fist, he hugged the fruit and munched on it.
When Meng Fuyao raised her head, she was met with a pair of bright, rippling eyes.
That kind of eyes, when glanced over in the cold winter wind, was eternally spring throughout the four seasons. Only Yuan Zhaoxu could possess such eyes.
"What are you thinking about?" The corner of someone's mouth and eyes were curved. Even though he was wearing a mask, his eyes alone were intoxicating enough.
"Thinking … about you …" Meng Fuyao rolled her eyes, giggling as she dragged out her words, waiting for Yuan Zhaoxu to blush.
However, the powerful person did not even blink. He just smiled at her, waiting for her to continue.
"My master, Zhangsun Wuji." Meng Fuyao quickly finished her sentence.
Hearing the last few words, Yuan Zhaoxu was a little surprised. He turned to look at her and asked, "Why did you suddenly think of His Highness?"
Meng Fuyao did not answer him immediately. Instead, she looked left and right. Suddenly, she sneakily grabbed Yuan Zhaoxu's hand and pulled him to the southwest wall of King De's residence.
She was preoccupied and did not notice her actions. Yuan Zhaoxu only smiled and obediently let her pull him. Lord Yuan Bao popped his head out of Yuan Zhaoxu's arms and glared at Meng Fuyao's hand, as if he wanted to stare that annoying claw off.
Meng Fuyao pulled Yuan Zhaoxu up the wall and squatted on it in an extremely indecent position. She reached out to grab a stone and threw it into the dark courtyard.
"Zhangsun Wuji, your bloodline is not pure …"
The woman's scream rang out, but her mouth seemed to be covered before she could finish her sentence. At the same time, torches were lit and a flurry of footsteps could be heard from afar. The guards of King De's residence had been alerted.
Meng Fuyao exclaimed in surprise, "There weren't any guards yesterday. Why are there now?" She turned to look at Yuan Zhaoxu, who was standing on top of the wall with his hands behind his back, staring at the dark and dilapidated courtyard below. A strange expression gradually emerged in his eyes.
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