Chu Jiaoli's heart was beating uneasily, and her pursed lips turned white.
Mo Wuyou used his sword to cut off a section of clothing material, and used the blade of the sword to cut open his palm. His fingertips were dipped in blood and he wrote something on the clothing material, saying: "Go ten miles west to the Netherworld Flower Path in the north, and someone will give it to you.
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After saying that, he threw the clothes to Chu Jiaoli. Chu Jiaoli unfolded it and saw that it was a totem that she couldn't understand at all. Perhaps it was evidence representing Mo Wuyou. She couldn't help but shed tears, and her lips
But the corners of his eyes evoked a smile again, as if the boulder in his heart was slowly sinking.
This trip was dangerous. She closed her eyes and kissed Bei Gong Tengxiao's lips, and a drop of crystal tears flowed down his handsome and pale cheek.
Not daring to stay any longer, she reluctantly glanced at him, then hurriedly left with the clothes in her hands. The blowing wind caught the ignited flames and watched her leaving until the woman's figure gradually disappeared into the vast sky.
in the night.
The cave in the distance is the stronghold of the Yousheng Cult, headed by Wen Ruyu. Two believers at the entrance of the cave are holding torches.
A seriously injured believer ran from a distance. When he entered the cave, he lay on the ground exhausted and spit out a mouthful of blood.
He raised his head with difficulty, looked at Wen Ruyu who was recuperating and meditating, and said: "Elder... it's not good, Beigong Qianqiu and Chu Jiaoxing... rushed... towards the direction of the leader, and our people were all killed.
The light is gone, the young master...has disappeared..."
"What?!" Wen Ruyu suddenly opened his eyes, breathing unsteadily, he stood up suddenly and rushed out like the wind.
On this side, the flames burned upward quietly, bursting with vitality.
Mo Wuyou stood up, his steps suddenly faltering. He lowered his head and rested his forehead on his palms to calm his chaotic thoughts.
There has never been such a embarrassing time.
He slowly walked up to Mo Wei, stretched out his hand and lovingly tucked her loose hair behind her ears.
"Master..." Mo Wei's frown revealed her uneasy thoughts, and she was murmuring in her dream, "Master... daddy..."
Those two words gently brought tears from the corners of my eyes.
Mo Wuyou was startled, then bowed his head and kissed the top of her head, then exhaled tremblingly.
"You have suffered with me all these years." His voice was unusually hoarse, with a hint of guilt. Then he stretched out his hand, took off the ring from the index finger of his other hand, and slowly put it on her finger.
The ring is set with jet black gemstones, which is a symbol of the power of the Yousheng Cult.
He hugged her for a while, giving her warmth, and then gently placed her on the withered grass.
He walked over to the woman in apricot robes and squatted down, looking calmly at her sleeping face. For a long time, his expression changed slightly.
She was also his flesh and blood, the one Chu Yan nurtured and cared for, yet he actually wanted to kill her...
It was no longer possible for him to suppress his emotions, and he stretched out his hand to touch her face, but saw that his hand in the air was trembling and never fell on her face.
The firelight reflected Chu Jiaoxing's crystal-clear face, which were the tears she kept leaving in her dreams.
He slowly clenched his fist, put his hand down, and said softly: "Yan'er, do you really hate me?"
Dawn is approaching, the sky is getting bright, and the chirping of several birds in the valley is ethereal, revealing the cool breath after the rain.
The blade of the sword cut through the air, whistling in the cold wind.
Chu Jiaoxing opened her eyes dimly and looked at the red figure in front of the cliff waving a sword, each move showing determination.
She just looked at it silently. It seemed that the noble king had lost nothing. The loss of his inner strength was a lie. The embarrassment in the rain yesterday was also a lie. He was still him, the arrogant wolf king under the moonlit night.
Mo Wuyou remained silent, his abyss-like dark eyes so dim that there was no light at all.
After a long time, he stabbed the sword into the hard ground. The sword cut through iron like mud, making a sound like the earth was shattering, and a bottomless crack extended on the ground, winding up to Chu Jiaoxing's hand lying on the ground.
Her fingertips moved lightly, and her palms felt numb.
The huge vibration woke everyone up, frightened birds flew away in the sky, and even the leaves on the pine branches were shaking.
Wen Ruyu, who was not far away, heard the noise, frowned, and ran towards the source of the sound.
"Master..." Mo Wei opened her eyes and looked at Mo Wuyou at the edge of the cliff. She lost sleep in an instant and stood up quickly.
Mo Wuyou raised his lips slightly, with a cold expression, his smile seemed sarcastic, but in confusion, he took a step back and fell down the cliff.
His empty eyes never trembled or struggled. The biting wind blew across his cold cheeks. The sound of wind blew in his ears, as if a familiar female voice was swirling around. The bright sky seemed to reflect Chu Yan's smile.
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He chuckled and fell into the dark and endless abyss.
Chu Jiaoxing stood up suddenly and froze on the spot.
"Master!!!" Until Mo Wei's shrill cry echoed through the valley, Chu Jiaoxing rushed towards the cliff like Mo Wei, and was soon embraced by Beigong Qianqiu behind her, restraining her impulse.
Wen Ruyu came over after hearing the sound and immediately stopped Mo Wei who was about to jump off the cliff.
"Leave me alone! I want to accompany Master! I want to accompany him! Let me go with him!" Mo Wei had never been so fragile, crying like a child.
Wen Ruyu hugged her tighter and looked at the bottomless cliff with fearful and sad eyes: "The leader..."
A line of tears overflowed from Chu Jiaoxing's eyes. One drop, two drops, and three drops fell from her chin until her eyes were filled with tears. Her turbulent emotions burst out. She gritted her teeth angrily and cried: "Why?
!Why!"
The crown of her teeth was trembling, and she had never cried so embarrassingly for a moment. Mo Wuyou died, died before her, without leaving even a few words of explanation...
She didn't even have time to call him "Dad".
"Father……"
Hearing Mo Wei's murmur in front of her, she raised her head in confusion. As tears overflowed again, her legs softened and she sat on the ground.
Wen Ruyu squeezed Mo Wei's trembling and cold hand, accidentally touched the gemstone ring between her index fingers, and let go of her hand as if it was hot.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! He raised her hand and suddenly saw the ruby symbolizing the power of the Yousheng Cult. He slowly knelt down on one knee, sad and pious, and said in a hoarse voice:
"See the new leader."
Mo Wei was stunned, raised her hand to look at the ring on her finger, her eyes were blurred again, she put her hand tremblingly on her heart, closed her eyes and sobbed.
Beigong Tengxiao stared silently at the endless abyss. When he saw the giant dragon that arrogantly fell, he just sneered with emotion. Mo Wuyou passed away like this, and his life came to an end.
He suddenly thought of something again and looked around hurriedly, but could not see the familiar figure. His pupils suddenly shrank: "Li'er..."
On the other side, Chu Jiaoli ran all the way to the stronghold, not daring to stop at all. She caught a glimpse of bright blue in the corner of her eyes. She turned around and saw a bright smile in her eyes full of hope: "Netherworld Flower..."
"Who!" A man dressed as a member of the Yousheng Cult came over and pointed at the sword. Chu Jiaoli took out the totem mark written in solidified blood. The cultist looked at it carefully, then knelt down on one knee respectfully towards her, and fell to her.
: "Seeing the totem is like meeting the leader. The leader has given instructions. If you want to get the medicine, please follow me down."
"Yes." Chu Jiaoli bit her lip, clasped her hands tightly, and followed the believers into the hidden stronghold. Every step she took was filled with anxiety.
She had no idea how many dangerous secret passages she had entered into the stronghold, nor did she know how she came to a door and who opened it.
She stepped in resolutely and looked at the woman standing in front of the window who seemed to have been waiting for a long time. The slim woman turned around, and she was suddenly startled to see that it was Wen Yun, a kindhearted person whom she had not seen for a long time.
At this moment, she was dressed in a light pink outfit, with her hair tied high, and she did not look like a royal concubine in the palace.
Chu Jiaoli didn't care why she, who was supposed to be buried, appeared here, and she had no intention of chatting with her. Since she had come here, she had only one purpose. Without any hesitation, she opened her lips and said, "Give me the antidote."
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The gentle man nodded, walked to a bookshelf, turned on the switch, and a hidden compartment popped out. She reached into the hidden compartment and took out a small porcelain bottle.
The first time she saw Chu Jiaoli, her heart beat with uneasiness. As if she knew something, she smiled bitterly and said, "I didn't expect that the leader could actually take this step."
After saying that, she threw the small porcelain bottle to Chu Jiaoli.
Chu Jiaoli took the antidote and held it tightly in her hand. She suddenly felt her body weakening. The belief that supported her seemed to be no longer strong. She fainted and fell to the ground.
Wen Yun walked quickly to her, helped her up, picked up the antidote in her hand, gave it to the maid beside her, and said: "Look for the whereabouts of Beigong Tengxiao, and hurry up to deliver the antidote."
"Yes." The maid accepted the order, opened the door and ran out.
Chu Jiaoli breathed a sigh of relief and said in a weak voice: "Thank you..."
Wen Yun raised her hand to touch her pulse and said, "If you are pregnant and still going through so much trouble, be careful that you won't be able to keep the baby."
Hearing this, Chu Jiaoli froze suddenly and said: "What are you talking about...impossible...can't I not be able to conceive a child?"
Wen Yun sighed softly and said, "The leader's medical skills are unparalleled in the world. Is there anything he can't cure?"
Chu Jiaoli's heart trembled. After the miscarriage a year ago, had she been cured by Mo Wuyou?
Thinking of this, her eyes suddenly turned red, her heart felt like a mess, a hot tear fell down, her vision went dark, and she briefly lost consciousness, with only a faint smile overflowing from the corners of her lips.
Finally...the dust has settled.
Four years later.
Palace banquet, singing and dancing.
Chu Jiaoli was dressed in a graceful light blue dress, covering her slightly bulging belly. She was holding Xiao Moqing in one hand. The stunning beauty and the childish child carved in pink and jade, accompanied by soft lights, looked as gorgeous as in a painting.
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Along the way, the maids passing by bowed their knees and saluted: "Princess, my little prince may you be blessed with peace and happiness."
She walked up to the seat. On that seat, Beigong Tengxiao was dressed in a noble black python robe. He looked at the visitor, gently raised the corners of his lips, and slowly stretched out his hand.
The beauty stretched out her slender catkins and was led by Beigong Tengxiao to sit beside her.
Beigong Mo Qing also restrained his naughty behavior in front of his father and bowed to him respectfully: "Father."
"Sit down." Beigong Tengxiao still looked calm and intimidating, which made Xiao Moqing both loving and afraid.
He nodded lightly and said, "Yes."
After his narrow escape four years ago, Beigong Tengxiao followed the late emperor Bei Gonglie's hidden edict, voluntarily abdicated the throne, and was granted the title of prince. Without the disturbance, he would occasionally ride on horseback and shoot arrows, teach the young prince, and raise cases with Chu Jiaoli.
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The practitioner of the magical power was destined to be the emperor, and now there are two practitioners of the water-bending magical power. According to the guidance of the divine beast Xuan Ming, the Beiming Kingdom was divided into two parts. One of the lands was ceded to Chu Jiaoxing and became the Beixuan Kingdom. Both of them were
Become emperor.
Chu Jiaoxing's younger sisters naturally also benefited from the honor and were given the title of princess. The third princess Anhe Zhishu Dali, as the Royal Princess of Beiming Kingdom, successfully gave birth to an imperial heir, and they were pregnant again four months ago.
The fourth princess Jiaotang is lively and lively, and still has her innocent temperament. She married Beigong Lingyun and became the princess. When she learned that her little sister had been eaten up by the cunning fox, Chu Jiaoxing almost overturned her heart.
His Jin Palace.
Although she couldn't bear to lose her cabbage to a pig, when Chu Jiaotang cried and begged her, she still softened her heart and finally decreed a marriage.
But with her child-like personality, Beigong Lingyun has no plans to have children yet. Her promise to send a child to Chu Jiaoli may be far away.
As for the mysterious second princess, it is said that she and Chu Jiaoxing have reconciled, but their personalities are really incompatible, and Mo Wei has no intention of returning to the palace.
She now holds the power of the Yousheng Sect and has become the powerful leader of the Yousheng Sect. She and Chu Jiaoxing are in charge of the court and the country, and they do not interfere with each other, and they are free and happy.
On the two dragon chairs above, Beigong Qianqiu and Chu Jiaoxing, dressed in black dragon robes, toasted with the courtiers and drank.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Sitting below, Chu Jiaotang wore gorgeous gold jewelry and complained to Beigong Lingyun about being uncomfortable.
On the eaves in the distance, a woman in pink and purple clothes came into view. She was sitting on the eaves, her legs folded and folded, showing a rebellious look. The man in moon-white robes following her was Wen Ruyu.
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She looked in a certain direction for a while, then turned her head away coldly and gestured to Wen Ruyu, who then poured the wine from the flask into a cup and gave it to her.
She raised the glass awkwardly and drank it all in one gulp.
Chu Jiaoli looked back again, and the person who was toasting with Mo Wei was Chu Jiaoxing who was sitting on the dragon chair with a cheerful smile.
Suddenly, Chu Jiaoli smiled softly, thinking that she would never come to the imperial capital again.
Mo Wei looked at the bustling scene below, her fingers on her knees tapping gently to the beat of the music.
"It's so lively down there, why don't you go sit down? Xuan Yue has reserved a seat for you."
A pleasant voice sounded in their ears, and the two of them were suddenly alert. They turned their heads and saw a woman in golden robes sitting next to her.
She sneered, after so many years, she and the others still couldn't notice her movements.
Wen Ruyu smiled lightly and said, "Your Majesty Tang Luo, you are still as powerful as ever."
Tang Luo in the middle palace raised the corners of her lips, swung her feet leisurely, and hummed a song. She brought her own wine glass and raised it unceremoniously to let Wen Ruyu pour wine for her.
"I am not used to being with them." Mo Wei answered her question.
Zhonggong Tang Luo nodded and said: "So is Gu."
Mo Wei lowered her head and looked at the ring on her right hand. The topaz was inlaid with dark green.
After Donggong Qinghuang stole the ring and escaped from Beiming Kingdom, she kidnapped Qinglong to practice the magical skill of controlling wood, and secretly came to Zhongluo Kingdom in an attempt to assassinate Zhonggong Tangluo and avenge the emperor's brother.
However, even though she practiced hard, she could not defeat Zhong Gong Tang Luo's profound Taoism, and ultimately failed miserably. Zhong Gong Tang Luo also unexpectedly became a practitioner of the wood-controlling magic skill, and the two rings merged into one.
But everyone has always been curious about why she didn't annex the Dongling Kingdom.
"He looks really like him." Zhonggong Tang Luo looked at the banquet, the corners of his lips raised slightly pretending to be relaxed, but his golden eyes revealed deep thoughts.
During the banquet, Zhonggong Minngling led her four-year-old son to sit quietly aside, behaved and politely.
As the concubine of Cangqiong in the East Palace, after she was brought out by Chu Jiaoli when she was pregnant, she was placed in the palace and went to school with the princes and young princes. It can be seen that Beiming did not treat them badly.
Mo Wei raised her eyebrows slightly. Earlier she heard that Tang Luo in the middle palace was very romantic and was obsessed with many men. Even the Yellow Emperor and the prince of Dongling Kingdom turned against her.
But after the death of Dong Gong Cangqiong, she returned to Zhongluo Kingdom, devoted herself to studying martial arts and taking charge of the government, and no longer coveted male and female love. Such a change made Mo Wei raise her eyebrows curiously.
Could it be that she fell in love with Donggong Cangqiong?
Zhonggong Tang Luo looked at the little boy in a trance, slowly turning the ring in his hand, and murmured: "Little guy, grow up quickly."
"His Majesty Tang Luo covered the sky with one hand in Dongling, but he was not moved by the throne and still wanted to train his descendants to become heirs. Mo Wei admired him."
Tang Luo from the middle palace smiled sadly, picked up the cup and clinked it with Mo Wei to drink. Looking at the quiet little boy, he sighed softly and said: "Who told him to be like him..."
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Magnificent fireworks exploded in the sky, just like they did during the Chinese Valentine's Day many years ago.
Chu Jiaoli put her hand on Beigong Tengxiao's hand, with a happy smile on her face.
Beigong Tengxiao raised his long eyebrows, took her hand and said, "What's wrong?"
Chu Jiaoli felt a little emotional, her dark eyes reflected the colorful firelight. She leaned her head on Beigong Tengxiao's shoulder and said softly: "It's great."
