The princess is killing like crazy again

The country is worth the money for wine.

You have misled me.

Xiao Yurong remembered this sentence for a long time. Later, she thought, if Liu Pinjue was really so generous, why should he teach her how to repay him and how to manage this vast array of things together?

It's ridiculous...extremely ridiculous.

Xiao Yurong threw the two letters into the lamp, and the papers instantly burned to ashes.

When the wind blew, everything disappeared and the candle made two crackling sounds.

"Hey, hey, don't hide and cry alone." A head popped in through the window.

Xiao Yurong looked over and saw Yi Yan looking at her with his head tilted.

Instead of going through the main gate, he had to go through these weird places.

"Ah, you didn't cry." After carefully observing Xiao Yurong's expression, Yi Yan was a little disappointed.

He climbed in through the window and closed the doors and windows. The room became quiet.

Xiao Yurong did not reply.

Yi Yan squatted in front of Xiao Yurong and said, "I say, little princess, you have been too kind recently."

He extended his hand towards Xiao Yurong and held Xiao Yurong's trembling hand.

"I'm a little tired..." Xiao Yurong said.

As she said this, she silently clenched Yi Yan's hand, so tightly.

Yi Yan suddenly fell silent, because Xiao Yurong's posture seemed to be able to use this force to struggle out of the dark water in the dream and be saved.

Yi Yan tried to respond to Xiao Yurong's strength.

Xiao Yurong's breathing seemed to be trembling. She took a deep breath, her brows slightly frowned, and she seemed to be choking, but her tears did not fall.

Yi Yan looked into her eyes, but they met in that broken glimmer of light.

"What do you want now?" He looked up at Xiao Yurong.

Xiao Yurong shook his head, "I can't get what I want."

Yi Yan held Xiao Yurong's face, looked into her eyes, and asked softly, "What time is it now?"

"The fifth year of Zhaoxi." Xiao Yurong replied.

Yi Yan's expression froze for a moment. According to the history books, the year Xiao Yurong died was the sixth year of Zhaoxi and the first year of Rongchang.

Wrongly asking what year it is tonight.

The questions he asked and the feelings he left unexpressed were all insufficient to express his meaning.

With one year left, will history change?

What about Xiao Yurong? What will her future be like?

There is no destiny between them, so where should they go and why did they meet?

He was going back thousands of years because he was born there.

Because it's interesting, because the mission came here, his time...

His time is almost up.

"Then let's divert your attention. Do you want to try?" Yi Yan brought Xiao Yurong's hand to his collar. "I am yours now. You can do whatever you want."

He said so seriously: "Venting, taking advantage, destroying... all are possible."

Xiao Yurong's hands stood there stiffly.

"I don't know how to comfort people, little princess." Yi Yan kissed Xiao Yurong's eyelids, "At least now, I want to make you happy."

He took the initiative to guide Xiao Yurong to accomplish all of this.

Excited, passionate, and agitated...always full of passion, always insatiable.

It was like being torn apart by a wild beast, and in the end it seemed as if only the most primitive things were left.

The willow waist sways gracefully, and dewdrops fall on the peony.

Yi Yan held Xiao Yurong tightly in his arms, with such force that Xiao Yurong almost suffocated.

She was sweating and panting.

When Yi Yan touched the corner of her eyes, he couldn't tell whether it was tears or sweat.

"I can't swear to follow you forever and be at your service forever." Yi Yan said, "I think sooner or later I will go back, and that place will belong to me."

Xiao Yurong didn't say anything.

She looked over Yiyan's shoulder and looked somewhere, "It doesn't matter. Anyway, I have slowly stopped believing in forever."

"Flowers will wither, trees will die, and even people who have been with you for a long time will leave." Xiao Yurong tilted her head slightly and smiled with tears in her eyes, "I feel like I'm about to give up, as if I'm waiting for failure."

Yi Yan would rather Xiao Yurong believe in forever, but he cannot make a promise that Xiao Yurong cannot keep.

"Don't give up. This is not like you." He placed his palm on Xiao Yurong's cheek.

Xiao Yurong closed his eyes and said, "I know there are many things to do, and I don't have time."

Yi Yan didn't say much. He hooked Xiao Yurong's little finger and said, "But now you can tell me what you want. I am still your aide."

"You take your troops and station them at the Yunshui Salt Mine." Xiao Yurong clenched his hand.

"You are disobeying my order." Yi Yan opened his mouth slightly exaggeratedly.

Xiao Yurong let out a "ha" and leaned against the bed.

She raised her eyebrows, "When has the imperial decree ever defied me?"

*

Liu Pinjue has quite a few students, some of whom are from noble families.

Xiao Yurong is just one of them.

It's just another dream.

Liu Pinjue is not a dreamy person, but the dreams about Xiao Yurong always have strange colors and warmth.

This kind of stuff eats away at sanity.

If he wants to achieve great things, it is best to give these up.

Even if he doesn't give up, he will eventually give up the path he is taking.

In his dreams, the struggle between him and Xiao Yurong always ended in mutual loss or destruction.

Xiao Yurong hated him very much and wanted to kill him at all costs.

If they both used fatal means and died together, their deaths would bring great turmoil to Chu Le and plunge it into a brief chaos.

But new forces will then rise and stabilize the situation again.

It seems that no one is indispensable to anyone else, and it doesn't matter who is missing in the world.

But this time it was different. In this dream, Xiao Yurong's face was blurry, but she still looked like she was smiling.

"Sir." She smiled.

She and her surroundings are glowing, reflecting gorgeous colors.

Liu Pinjue just looked at her in the dream silently.

She threw herself into the flower forest and smiled, feeling familiar yet also strange.

Confusion, loss, alienation, nostalgia, and feelings of incompetence filled the dream.

Like clouds in a dream, snow outside the clouds, spring in the snow.

After waking up from the dream, it was still dark, Liu Pinjue got out of bed and lit the oil lamp.

The bright moon comes slowly, as if I am still dreaming.

"Abei." Liu Pinjue shouted.

Ah Bei landed in front of Liu Pinjue like a night owl, "Master."

Liu Pinjue pinched his brows and asked, "What's the news about Yujing?"

"Everything remains the same as before." Ah Bei stood there blankly, "It's just that the salt mine is still handed over to her, but Xiao Yuxie won't let her send any troops."

"She won't listen." Liu Pinjue said in a firm tone.

Ah Bei hesitated for a moment, "She had a quarrel with Xiao Yuxie and chopped Yang Wei to death. She swallowed the soldiers of the Yang family, but she seemed unhappy and has been sick recently."

Liu Pinjue was silent.

He is sick again. Xiao Yurong has been frail and sickly since childhood.

These were even more serious when Xiao Yurong was young. Liu Pinjue taught her and she spent a lot of time in the Taifu Mansion.

Xiao Yurong would fall ill every now and then, and when he was young he was often seriously ill, with his life hanging by a thread many times.

At this time, people in the palace would pray and worship Buddha, light lamps and stay up all night, and the imperial doctors and famous doctors would walk around the house three times.

Liu Pinjue didn't know whether Xiao Yurong was lucky or unlucky, but Xiao Yurong really managed to survive every time.

Those precious medicines were drunk day by day, month by month, and year by year.

Just to find those precious medicinal materials for Xiao Yurong, everyone put in a lot of effort.

The disease healed slowly, and even after Xiao Yurong survived, he was still very ill and could not stop attending classes.

Liu Pinjue could only arrange special classes for Xiao Yurong, teaching him in accordance with his aptitude and teaching him by example. When it came to Xiao Yurong, Liu Pinjue put the most thought into it.

Xiao Yurong's life was as light as a soft feather, and would be shaken by the slightest breeze of death.

But her life is as important as Mount Tai. Any disturbance will affect the entire Chu Le.

After growing up, Xiao Yurong's health was better than when he was a child, but now it seems to be getting worse and worse every year.

Liu Pinjue thought of those words.

We will stay together forever, regardless of the mountains.

Does it hurt?

He and Xiao Yurong did not abandon each other when they were on the verge of life and death. They wanted each other to live, but when they were at loggerheads, they wanted the other to die.

At that time, Xiao Yurong should have abandoned him or taken the opportunity to kill him.

But Xiao Yurong let him survive, saved him and helped him.

Liu Pinjue was not sure whether Xiao Yurong wanted him to live or die when he fled to Yunzhou.

But he did survive.

What was he thinking when he left Yujing?

Was it Yunzhou who was resentful of betrayal, the cage of Yujing who was joyfully leaving, or the beloved disciple who was regretfully bid farewell?

When Liu Pinjue fled to Yunzhou like a dragon horse overnight, it was truly the end of a hero.

He didn't know if he could survive.

Fleeing to Yunzhou at night was his last-ditch effort after he had been overwhelmed with his emotions. But it was also a decision he secretly made after looking back at his past fame and fortune.

What he thought in his heart had never changed, and his goal was very clear. He wanted to rule the world, establish eternal fame that would be passed down through the ages, and create a prosperous home to provide happiness for the people.

Liu Pinjue originally thought that God wanted to kill him and that he should die on that journey, but Xiao Yurong was also on that journey.

The willows are dark and bright.

The night was long, the road ahead was unknown, and no one knew whether he was dead or alive, but Liu Pinjue felt an unprecedented sense of joy.

What family? What kinship? What ethics? What righteousness? What love and hate?

He should live for himself.

The hawk unbuttoned and the bird escaped from the cage.

As long as he survives, he will surely change the world.

This time, I will make the sea boil and the mountains shake.

And in all his sudden enlightenment and joy, Xiao Yurong was the only uncertainty, the only fog and hesitation.

He still didn't know what to do with Xiao Yurong.

"Blood Swallow..." Liu Pinjue opened his eyes and looked at the flickering lights with almost empty eyes.

Abei waited for his follow-up.

Liu Pinjue said, "Tell Wang Fuxuan to stew it and send it to her."

Abei wouldn't ask why, he would do whatever Liu Pinjue said.

But now there was a rare look of confusion on his face.

"Just ask whatever you want to ask." Liu Pinjue said calmly.

"Why didn't you take the initiative to send it? Even if you couldn't use your own name, why did you choose Wang Fuxuan? Not Li Yaozhi?" Abei asked.

Liu Pinjue said, "He would give valuables to others for no reason, but Li Yaozhi would not. Li Yaozhi is always consistent in what he does, so if he gives it to someone, wouldn't that make people suspicious?"

He was very familiar with the personalities of his disciples. "If we entrust Li Yaozhi, he will definitely tell her the truth. Wang Fuxuan won't do that. With his personality, he won't be able to say it even if you break his legs."

The master is right. The master is always right. Ah Bei turned around to carry out the order.

But he still didn't understand. If his lord clearly cared, why didn't he show it?

Is it true that we care about each other and hurt each other?

Ah Bei hesitated for only a moment before Liu Pinjue's voice broke the silence: "What are you hesitating about?"

Abei never really knew what Liu Pinjue was thinking, but he just trusted Liu Pinjue.

So Ah Bei told the truth: "I am thinking about her, wondering if she can understand the master."

Liu Pinjue turned around slowly, his smile was deep and elusive as usual, "How many people in this world understand me? I don't need anyone to understand me."

He has seen too many intrigues along the way, and the path he wants to take is to be alone.

Many things turned out to be insignificant in the end, so he didn't need to worry about them.

"But she..." Liu Pinjue hesitated for a moment, "Maybe she understands."

After all, they are the same kind of people.

The blood bird's nest was indeed delivered to Xiao Yurong.

When Xiao Yurong heard Cuicui say that it was sent by Marquis Huailing, he felt strange.

Looking at it and drinking it, it all felt like it was given by Liu Pinjue.

But Liu Pinjue shouldn’t give it to her.

Compared to Liu Pinjue, Xiao Yurong believed that it was Wang Fuxuan who sent it.

"Leave it there. I'll drink it later." Xiao Yurong said.

Cuicui placed the small cup on the edge of the desk and left quietly.

Xiao Yurong has been very busy recently, whether it is the Huo family's affairs or the Cui family's affairs.

She sent an imperial edict to Yinzhou, asking Cui Ci Ning to come to the capital.

She didn't even need to think about it, she felt that Cui Ci Ning would be extremely angry and would want to tear her into pieces.

However, the reason why she kept General Cui and did not let anyone leave Yujing was just for this moment. It was almost like keeping a hostage.

She had to make sure Cui Ci Ning would not rebel. She couldn't let the Cui family rebel while Liu Pinjue was ready to make a move.

However, Cui Ci Ning's reaction was just as Xiao Yurong had imagined, so there was still some way out.

Before the messenger came, Cui Ci Ning had been dreaming about Xiao Yurong for a long time.

Cui Ci'an may have seen that he was trapped in love. Although he didn't know what happened between them, he felt sorry for his brother's increasing depression and silence.

The young man who was full of vigor and vitality and rode a horse in fine clothes seems to have become a distant memory.

I don’t know when it started, but Cui Ci Ning became calm and reliable, but also taciturn.

"What do you think? If you really like her, then go to Yujing to find her. If you don't like her, or want to give up, then just forget it." Cui Ci'an persuaded.

"What are you talking about?" Cui Ci Ning glanced at Cui Ci An.

Seeing that he refused to admit it, Cui Ci'an's expression became serious, "Don't pretend in front of Big Brother. Can you fool others or me? Xiaoliu is crying and howling every day about going to Yujing to play with the princess, but you always scold him."

"What are you afraid of? If you have a clear conscience, why would you do this?" Cui Ci'an said bluntly, "Who is Yujing? You are so taboo. I can't think of anyone except Zhaoyang."

Cui Ci Ning opened his mouth, but seemed unable to refute.