The hand holding the hilt of the Heilin sword was trembling, causing the sword blade to constantly bump against the sheath, making a "clanging" sound. The delicate white hand seemed to be pressing the sword back into the sheath, and trying to pull the sword body out of the sheath. However,
, due to the owner's inner obsession and hatred, more and more black sword blades are exposed.
Ji Chen neither drew his sword nor ran away. He folded his hands and leaned against the green wall next to the bedroom door. He just stared at her quietly. The intensity in his eyes gradually calmed down and was replaced by the deepest pain, as if
What are you waiting for?
"Why you?" Zheng Xiaohan raised his head, his eyes were slightly red, "Zheng", the projection of the black light suddenly extended a lot, and the sword body was already more than half out.
Ji Chen's pale lips moved feebly, and his eyelids drooped, "Since you don't love me, and I killed your Dancheng, you might as well kill me to avenge him. Zheng Xiaohan, you have exhausted all your abilities and trampled on my life."
A sincere heart is destined to stay on the cold throne for the rest of its life, without the slightest happiness."
"Shut up." The light mist in Zheng Xiaohan's eyes gradually deepened. With a strong movement of her wrist, the sword almost came out of the sheath. Only the tip of the sword was left against the scabbard. The sword body trembled slightly. She knew clearly that when she stabbed her chest with the sword, the person in front of her was
The man didn't know how to dodge. As soon as he made a move, his body would be right in front of him. From then on, we would never truly see each other again. How could she do this? However, how could she forget and forgive Dan Cheng's death?
"Why is this happening?" She murmured to herself, resting her forehead on the scabbard, "Ji Chen, since it was you who killed him, why did you tell me."
Ji Chen's expression changed, "Since you are just using me and don't have any affection for me, then we are still the enemies of the past, so let's be more thorough. Why can't I tell you? Besides, I killed the person with my own hands. This crime
Shao Dian has always been responsible for it, and I feel guilty, so it feels better to say it."
Zheng Xiaohan closed his eyes, and a strand of long hair fell down his face, gently brushing the corner of his lips. His smooth forehead was pressed against the scabbard, as if he was crying silently. Finally, with a strong movement of his wrist, he inserted the sword into the sheath, "Let's go, I don't want to see it anymore."
to you."
Ji Chen was surprised and gave a difficult smile, "Xiao Han, do you love me? If it were anyone else, you would have taken action to avenge Dan Cheng, but I..."
Zheng Xiaohan snorted, "We're getting married tomorrow. I don't want to see the bloodshed, so as not to bring bad luck and affect the festive atmosphere. Go away quickly. If I change my mind, it doesn't matter when the wedding happens." His hand softened and he said, "Plop."
"With a sound, Heilin fell to the ground weakly.
Ji Chen nodded slightly, stared at Heilin on the ground, thoughtfully, and said in a deep voice, "Okay, every time I see you, you always leave me, you always tell me to leave, and I just leave." He picked up Heilin.
, threw it at her, "If you want to kill me after the wedding, you can use it to end my life at any time. I'm afraid only in this way will you be willing to see me. Now I feel that living has little meaning."
He pulled down his cloak, covering most of his face, and flew out of the hall.
A figure in black clothes flashed before my eyes and disappeared in an instant. He left as fast as he came.
Zheng Xiaohan had not yet fully recovered, but when she turned her gaze to the palace door, the maid who fell on the ground reminded her that he had just been here. Are what she said and the truth he told her true? Dancheng
...He actually killed him with his own hands. She couldn't accept this fact at all. She couldn't accept it no matter what. Is this how fate plays tricks on people?
Sometimes the sacrificial dust flew past the eaves of the palace, and sometimes it was hidden among the lush trees in the courtyard, avoiding sharp eyes. Finally, it stopped in front of the Xuanting Palace, looked around, and found that there was no one guarding the entrance to the central hall.
, few people passed by the long corridor in front of the Xuanting Hall, and they couldn't help but look at the hall with some surprise. On the soft couch at the end of the main hall, there was a man in white lying on his side. He was about twenty-five years old, with a clear face.
He was handsome and handsome, with well-curved lips and a slightly pale face. At this moment, he was looking at him lazily. With a tacit meaning, the jade fracture fan gently tapped the palm of his left hand, one after another, and the soft couch
On the low table in front of me, there was an ancient book with a yellowed cover, a pot of tea, and a half-empty teacup slanted on it.
Fengyuan has always had this style. Although I have never met him in person before, I often hear colleagues mention him, saying that he is suave and elegant, free and unrestrained, eclectic, and a bit cynical. Jichen is used to it. He walked into the hall and closed the door.
, using the voice to enter the secret, he said to the man on the soft couch, "The blue dragon leaps into the sky, and the sky is born."
Feng Yuan nodded, "We are friends." He stood up from the soft couch, tilted his folding fan slightly, and made a "please" gesture towards the small seat next to him, but his eyes were fixed on Ji Chen, the clear water was calm.
, with a slightly changed expression.
Ji Chen sat down next to the coffee table, and Feng Yuan also leaned on the coffee table. His folding fan unfolded a beautiful ink river and mountains, but the edge of the fan was lightly pressed against his chest. He said in an understatement, "Your Excellency is in such a low mood, I'm afraid it's not good.
Let’s discuss the matter, but it’s too late to talk about it another day, this…”
Jichen was thinking about the incident just now, and he didn't care about the difference between host and guest. He picked up the herbal tea on the table and drank it all in one gulp. He poured another cup, which was slightly steaming. He smiled bitterly and put the cup down, "It's okay.
, I will definitely live up to the king’s trust.”
Feng Yuan shook his head and chuckled, "It doesn't matter, there is one business matter and another private matter. In order not to break up with Zhou Bingye, Zheng Xiaohan imprisoned Wanjia in Xisang Hall and arranged a good place for her to live.
The monarch ordered us to take action in these two days. In my opinion, it is best to take action today." Without waiting for Jichen to ask the reason, he explained to himself, "According to Zheng Xiaohan's thoughts, she will definitely think that Cang Teng may take advantage of the opportunity.
The wedding has come to save people, but tomorrow the manpower guard will be strengthened, so it is most appropriate to take action today."
Ji Chen secretly admired him, but his face was still gloomy, "Even if you are lucky enough to get into Xisang Palace, there may be traps inside, making it still more difficult to save people." He knew Zheng Xiaohan's character better than anyone else.
Feng Yuan folded the folding fan and said in a slightly serious tone, "You know, we are not the only ones saving people. Let's do this. You are outside and distract the sight of the experts. I will go in and find out the mechanism. When the mechanism is used up, Lou Zhongquan will be there."
Show up and rescue Wan Jia. His lightness skills are unparalleled. As long as he is taken out of the palace, he should be safe. And our mission is to clear the obstacles."
Ji Chen was slightly startled, "Lou Zhongquan, is he also in Yingzhi?" He speculated that the monarch did not arrange for them to be together. He should be considering the grievances between them, both big and small, and he was expected to find him.
Zheng Xiaohan, I'm afraid I missed something important.
Feng Yuan nodded and stroked the folding fan with his fingers, "Only the three of us will execute the plan this time. We have to move quickly. I have already thought about how to do it. Only by rescuing Wan Jia can the monarch implement the next plan."
Ji Chen frowned, "You mean, we might not survive?"
Feng Yuan smiled faintly, his expression showing a detachment that had seen through the world, "Every time you perform a mission, the possibility of death is not ruled out. However, what you really care about is probably not life or death?"
Ji Chen didn't intend to hide or defend himself. Most of the secrets between him and Zheng Xiaohan were already known to Cang Teng Swordsman. How could someone like Fengyuan, who knew the world's affairs without leaving the Xuanting Hall, not know about it?
Understand.
He picked up the tea cup on the low table and drank it in one gulp, and said in a deep voice, "Then let Ji Chen hold on to the determination to die and execute this plan with all his heart."
Feng Yuan was slightly startled, "It's true that a person with a good temperament is like that."
Ji Chen gave a hard smile, "It is true that it is far from comparable to Brother Feng Yuan's transcendent realm, but if Brother Feng Yuan has loved her sincerely, I'm afraid it will be the same when things don't go his way."
Feng Yuan nodded, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, his indifferent expression seemed complicated and unpredictable, "It seems that after this plan, I have to give it a try."
Ji Chen was immersed in his complicated and melancholy thoughts. He knew that there was something in Feng Yuan's words, but he had no interest in asking more questions. He was heartbroken and thought that the only pursuit in life was the current task.
Feng Yuan sighed softly, "Excuse me, please follow Brother Yu to look at something. With it, this mission will be easier." After saying that, he walked towards the bedroom. Ji Chen's mood cheered up a little, and he got up and followed behind.
.
The white door curtain decorated with colorful patterns gave off a faint fragrance. Fengyuan opened the fan and a cool breath came to him, "Your Excellency, please take a look!"
The decoration in the bedroom was simple but elegant. When Ji Chen's eyes touched the thing standing next to the bed, he blurted out in surprise, "Didn't he rescue it? Why..." After seeing it clearly, he realized that it was a colorful plastic dummy, lifelike and lifelike.
, if you don’t distinguish carefully, you will take it seriously.
The monarch just issued the task this morning. Even if Wanjia started to shape up when she had an accident a few days ago, it would not have been so fast. Could it be...
Ji Chen understood a little bit, and raised his hand to signal Feng Yuan to lower the door curtain, "My friend put a lot of effort into shaping it to express my love, but I don't want it to come in handy at a critical moment."
Feng Yuan smiled noncommittally, with a different look in his eyes. After a moment, he put away his smile and lowered his voice, "When the time comes..."
The Xisang Palace is located to the west of the Eagle Palace, only twenty feet away from the Dingyu Tower built specifically for swordsmen. Although there are only five swordsmen responsible for monitoring the Xisang Palace every day, the slightest sign of trouble will alert people.
All the swordsmen in the Dingyu Tower were surrounded and blocked by many people, and they could not fly without wings.
And Zheng Xiaohan had arranged a trap in the palace. Breaking in would be like walking into the tiger's mouth personally. The hope of success was slim, and the rescuer would probably risk his life first.
On the soft couch in the main hall, a woman in purple clothes who was twenty years old was lying on her back. Her clothes were gently swept on the edge of the couch, covering most of it. There was a blue ribbon tied around her ankle, which was beautifully tied.
Laminar knots, like flowers with drooping petals, surround the slender feet as white as jade.
The extended fine cloth strips with flowing flowers stretched along the soft couch into the cracks of the floor tiles and disappeared.
The woman in purple opened her slightly closed eyes, got off the bed, and walked slowly towards the entrance of the palace. The bottom layer of the flower knot was gradually untied, and as she walked, a piece of colorful cloth was revealed, with the threads hidden in the cracks of the bricks.
Motionless.
She lowered her head and looked at the flower knot on her ankle, with a strong hatred rising in her eyes. This was no ordinary ribbon. It was dipped in some kind of potion. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't cut it off.
When she walked to the entrance of the palace, all the five layers of flower knots on her ankles were untied, leaving only a circle tightly wrapped around her ankles, and a long blue ribbon, sewing the bricks under the soft couch to the entrance of the palace.
When connected, it looks a little weird.
Under the big tree outside the yard facing the palace gate, the five swordsmen in charge were sitting at a round table drinking wine and talking with gestures. They noticed the imprisoned woman leaning against the palace gate and looked at her with a few pairs of eyes.
In Xisang Hall, Wanjia glanced at it contemptuously, turned around, and dragged the weightless ribbon, but her steps seemed to be filled with lead, as if it took a long time to return to the soft couch and tie the ribbon.