Yang Yongqing coughed twice and gave a look, indicating that the monarch should do business. Only then did Zheng Xiaohan notice that when he was talking to Wan Jia just now, the people behind him were already kneeling on the ground, including generals, civil servants, swordsmen and counselors, servants and maids. Everyone who heard about the commotion in Huike Hall came to the scene.
The mocking expression on Zheng Xiaohan's face was replaced by indifference, and she ordered, "Yongqing, go and do that important thing. Everyone else has to step back. I am fine." After everyone left, she walked towards the corner of the palace. The parked gray goose nodded, "Miss Zhou, this goose is indeed flying to Cangteng, but its destination is not Cangteng Palace, but your home in Jigan City."
Wanjia opened her eyes wide, her eyes were filled with mist, and her cheeks and lips were pale. She almost lost her life, but even if she died, she had no regrets. She just regretted that he did not get that important information. However, she The whole family was implicated, and she was afraid of sacrificing the wealth that her father had worked so hard to acquire all his life. With Zheng Xiaohan's character, it is conceivable that the next step would be to make the Zhou family bankrupt. If this happened, she would almost destroy the prosperity of future generations.
She gained nothing and became the eternal sinner of the Zhou family.
The heart was torn open piece by piece, each piece was soaked in blood, and the pain was heavy.
After reciting the inner door opening instructions of the candle teachings, the stone door opened silently. Shao Kefan quickly stepped out and breathed in the fresh air of the world. His chest felt much more comfortable. His slow-beating heart, which had been suppressed, finally returned to its normal rhythm. Looking around the floating bridge, vines, pillar peaks, and smoke, my eyes finally stopped on my open palms, feeling relaxed yet heavy.
I finally escaped this disaster, but why...is God's will like this?
How long had it been since he left the palace? In the netherworld, he lost all concept of time, as if the time inside was still and long. After leaving the hell, thinking about time, he felt suddenly enlightened.
Jian Xin! His heart moved, Jian Xin, I'm back. The word "come back" is so difficult. The most fortunate thing is that he can finally spend the rest of his life with her completely. However, deep down in his heart, there is a hidden feeling in his heart. With great unwillingness and desire, how could he be the kind of person who shrinks when faced with a force stronger than himself? If so, he would have been a generation of monarchs in vain. This time was too hasty, but he also witnessed the ability of Yin Sizai , I have confidence in my heart, if I spend my whole life preparing, who will lose and who will win?
A sneer appeared on the corner of Shao Kefan's mouth. As long as he didn't die, he would not surrender and the battle would not end. King Ling would be proud for a few decades, but he would cultivate to have the power of eternity.
Due to the surge of his heart, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He raised his hand to cover his chest. Thinking that it was time to go back, Jian Xin must be very anxious waiting for him. He deliberately did not recall what was in this cave and what is there now. He cast his invisibility spell and walked out of the cave.
To his surprise, the blazing sun was still hanging high outside the cave, staying in almost the same position as when he left the palace, but it seemed to have moved a little. Was it a whole day, two days, or...
Because he was injured, his return was much slower. The trip that originally only took half an hour took him almost an hour to land in Qiming Palace's bedroom. Jian Xin was still sleeping peacefully, with a hint of tranquility at the corner of his mouth. A contented smile.
Regardless of the fact that she was sleeping well, he leaned down and took her into his arms, calling fervently, "Jian Xin, Jian Xin..." After escaping from death and finally being with his lover, he couldn't describe how he felt at this moment.
In my mood, I just feel like my heart is trembling.
Jian Xin felt that she was tightly held by a hard object and was suffocating uncomfortably. While pushing him, she opened her sleepy eyes and said, "Oh, please be gentle, it hurts me. Not long after I fell asleep, you came to make noise again."
Wake me up."
Not long after he fell asleep? Shao Kefan was excited and cast his eyes on the wardrobe. The offset position of the hourglass happened to be the time it took for him to leave the palace and return to the palace, as if he had never entered hell.
"Jian Xin, what's the date today?" He still wanted to confirm.
"Um, it's the eighth day of February." Jian Xin looked up at him in confusion, "What's wrong?"
Shao Kefan frowned and suddenly remembered a sentence he had read in "The Book of Yinchen", "One day on earth, one year in hell." At that time, he only thought that the world was making nonsense according to "One day in heaven, one year on earth."
, unexpectedly he verified this fact personally.
In this way, the underworld is even longer and endless, and she is destined to stay in the emptiness for a hundred years, spending every day in loneliness, neither birth nor death, and he has passed through life after life, and the relationship between them has become more and more complicated.
Distant, memories fade away, the past is gone.
He subconsciously hugged her tighter, and he didn't even notice the wide red marks on her fair skin. Jian Xin never knew how unwilling, sad and difficult he had been through a life-and-death disaster for her.
, just pushed him irritably, "Let go of your hand, oh, it hurts me so much, hurry up, let go quickly." Seeing that he was indifferent, his fists hit him like hail, "Shao Kefan, let go! What's wrong with you?
, let go quickly..."
Shao Kefan's mood gradually calmed down, and finally he pushed her away gently as she wished, but he stared into her eyes motionlessly, with deep and complicated eyes, "Jian Xin, I want to practice my martial arts to the top. In this way,
It will take a hundred years to defeat the Yin Sizai."
Seeing that he was wearing a white undershirt and his long hair was messy, Jian Xin thought he had just woken up from bed. Seeing him so glum, she didn't know why. She guessed that he must have had a nightmare. Was it because of those things he started?
The evil spirits who died in the war gathered to bite him in his dream, but he was unable to move like she did last time, so he was so helpless. She only hugged him reflexively when she woke up. He never showed weakness in front of others.
, how could I tolerate being stepped on and bullied, but in my dream I was tightly restrained, so I felt even more angry and unwilling, and it became a grievance in front of her.
She was a little curious as to why she thought this way. Was it because deep down in her heart, she had never really forgiven him for his way of life? She had never let go of his love for millions of lives, King Ling, and Qin Weiluo.
Harm? No, she must forgive him. She was not willing to inflict any harm on him no matter what, even if she hid it deep in her heart. However, the more entangled she was in this matter, Qin Weiluo's elegant and handsome face
Her face became more and more obvious, and her harsh criticism of him gradually emerged. She closed her eyes and shook her head, temporarily putting this worrying matter aside, and suddenly she was shocked.
Why did he say that out of nowhere? Except for Zheng Xiaohan who could barely compete with him, his martial arts were unparalleled in the world. He was extremely proficient in the seventh level of Fanhui Curse and Moyun Magic, and he possessed both Phantom and Snow Lin.
A magical weapon that makes people change their minds. He is also satisfied with his own martial arts attainments and never mentions how powerful others are. It is as if everything is silent and there is no need to say anything more. He is so confident and natural. But why would he say it?
Such words appear to be progressive, but are actually inferior to others.
Jian Xin opened her eyes in confusion, and looked into his pair of sad eyes. She was looking at his face from the corner of her eye, looking for clues, but she saw that his face was pale, his lips were not much blood, and he was dressed in white clothes.
, which made her suddenly feel sad.
"Fan, are you sick?" She hurriedly stretched out her hand to cover his forehead. The feeling that invaded her palm was extremely cool, as if floating on the ice. Only the sunlight shining down brought a slight warmth, and she asked in shock, "Why?
Will it be so cold?" Not only was it cold, but there was also the smell of death from hell, as if he had just come out of hell.
Shao Kefan raised the corner of his mouth and gave a comforting smile. He raised his hand to hold the back of her hand, "I had a nightmare, night sweats, and I haven't recovered for a while." Feeling the different coolness in his chest, he lowered his head subconsciously.
, he saw the white ribbon made of the Phantom Sword loosely tied around his waist, and the white lining of his clothes was piled downwards into several folds, with a lot of thick skin exposed, making him look lonely and desolate. He tightened his clothes,
He tightened his belt again, dropped his head on Jian Xin's shoulder, and murmured in a deep voice, "Jian Xin, I'm cold."
"Nightmare?" Jian Xin repeated the three words with a complex expression. What kind of nightmare could he have? It was not what she thought. She restrained herself from thinking about the taboo side of the two of them and touched him with her hand.
"Then let's sleep for a while." She was about to gently lay him down on the bed, but his head sank and pressed heavily on her neck. The coldness penetrated deep into her skin, making her feel uncomfortable.
Her scalp was numb slightly, as if she remembered the body without temperature that she touched when her spirit body left her body.
She didn't know that he had suffered serious internal injuries. He had been soaked in the water of chaos for too long, and his body was contaminated with turbidity. Moreover, he had gone through desperate attempts to escape life and death. He was extremely tired and in pain. At this moment, he had fainted. She only thought that
He was disturbed by nightmares and did not sleep well, but he clung to her shoulders weakly, his hands hanging loosely, which made her unable to bear to push him away, so she untied his belt and pulled off the underwear from his chest,
Pulling the quilt up to wrap around the two of them, her naked body hugged him tightly, trying to let him get as much warmth as possible.
"The common people ask to see the king." Two hours later, a strange voice sounded outside the palace door, followed by Daqing's respectful words of request softly conveyed outside the curtain.
Jian Xin woke up first and saw that Shao Kefan was still leaning heavily on her shoulder, sleeping like crazy. She couldn't help but feel strange. No matter what the situation, if there was any movement outside, his reaction would be faster than hers. What happened today?
?
Just as she was about to shake him awake, he spoke softly, his hot breath hitting her neck, "Jian Xin, go and see who it is." His voice was full of tiredness, a little urgent, as if mixed with unbearable pain.
.
Jian Xin obviously felt something was wrong, but couldn't say anything, and didn't know how to ask questions. She just said "hmm" and gently pushed him to the bed. In order to avoid being cooled down by her hot body, she immediately pulled the quilt and used
The warm side wrapped around him tightly, and he just got dressed and walked out of the bedroom.
However, they saw a rich, middle-aged man with a slightly fat figure and a sapphire blue suit standing respectfully at the door, staring expectantly at the empty hall, with an anxious look on his face.
Jian Xin smiled at him as a greeting. When the middle-aged man saw her coming out of the monarch's bedroom, he guessed that she was no ordinary person. He bowed twice in flattery and followed her figure into the bedroom, hoping that she could
Bring the king out.
"He's a businessman. He looks very anxious. You... go out and meet him." Jian Xin sat down on the edge of the bed. Even so, she tucked him into a loose corner of the quilt.
Shao Kefan still closed his eyes, with a slight sarcastic smile on his lips, "Businessmen rely on their wealth and little knowledge to buy official positions. I saw several of them and sent them back. This one is
It just disappeared."
"Yes, that's true. It relies on true talent and knowledge." Just as Jian Xin was about to walk out again, Daqing outside, with sharp ears, said in a loud voice, "Go back, the king is gone."
"Your Majesty, the common people are really in a hurry. I would like to ask your Majesty to see you." The middle-aged man raised his tone and sounded more anxious.
"Your Majesty..." Daqing knew that he could hear it from inside and asked for advice.
Shao Kefan's head sank to the right and he fainted again.
Jian Xin sighed, feeling a little unbearable, and said outside the curtain, "Daqing, the king is really gone."
Daqing's voice was heard expelling the visitors from outside, "Go, go, the king is really gone, leave quickly, it will be bad if the king is angry."
"Alas." With a heavy and helpless sigh, the visitor gradually walked away.