Bird Reimu Dance · Returning Night

In the middle of the night, a beggar quickly shuttled through the uninhabited and complicated fireworks and willow alley. He kept looking at the deep and dark alley behind and on both sides, his eyes full of horror, as if he would burst out of the alley at any moment to eat food. The devil of man.

He had a bullet in his shoulder.

But more arrows shot out from the darkness. Even though the beggar was familiar with the terrain and dodged left and right, he still got another arrow in the back.

He fell to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood, but still using both hands, he struggled to crawl forward.

"Ah—" he screamed out, because his hands were nailed to the ground by arrows.

Three or five men in black came out slowly, silently shooting at the beggar indiscriminately.

When Duan Wuyou arrived, he was already dead.

It seems that this person must have found a very important clue, so that he provoked the other party to kill him.

He ordered someone to rebury his informant. When moving the body, Duan Wuyou's eyes narrowed.

Under the palm of the beggar, there was a small character written crookedly with blood stained with an arrow. Because it was hidden under the palm, it was not noticed.

Looking at this word, Duan Wuyou pondered for a moment, then raised his eyes suddenly, feeling a chill down his spine.

Looking at the dark sky in the distance, he murmured secretly in his heart.

Murong Yan, oh Murong Yan... so you didn't come back... but you never escaped...

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There was endless fire in front of my eyes, the bright red flames rolled up black ashes, carrying the blazing fire, slowly destroying and devouring everything in the temple.

A little boy in fancy clothes stood alone in the deepest part of the palace, behind a huge screen, staring blankly at the noisy fire that penetrated into the sky and approached him bit by bit.

He retreated slowly, slowly, until the hot wall instantly scalded through the brocade clothes and scalded his tender back.

But his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't even cry.

That was the first time he felt hopelessness and loneliness so clearly.

There was a faint voice in his heart telling him: no one can come, no one can save him.Nor can the concubine.

When the overwhelming fire dragons swept towards him, instead of closing his eyes, the boy opened them wide, staring fixedly at the dazzling fire in front of him.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but in the turbulent flames, there was a figure with a strong red color, rushing in like a tiger with a long gun.

That kind of red is so soul-stirring, like bathing in blood, like an eagle's blood gem, extremely bright and burning, but also tainted with the breath of killing.

"Yan'er...don't be afraid..."

He tried his best to widen his painful eyes, but he couldn't see the face of the man hugging him clearly.

Even though he had exhausted all his strength, he still could only see a silhouette against the light, as if it would disappear in the red light at any moment.

"Don't be afraid... I will..."

Before they could hear the whole thing, the huge screen finally couldn't support it and collapsed on them!

Chirping birds came from outside the window, and he opened his eyes suddenly, only feeling waves of blood in his chest, cold sweat on his forehead, but his body was extremely hot.

"Your Majesty...are you alright?"

Xiao Yerong felt the strangeness of the person next to the pillow, and carefully wiped the sweat off his face with her sleeve.

Si Yan sat up slowly, and the brocade quilt slid down, revealing his pale back. If you look carefully, you will find a faint vertical scar on it.

Xiao Yerong was worried that he would be frozen, so she quickly laid her delicate body on his back, lovingly stroking his cheek.

"It's okay...it's just a nightmare..." Si Yan panted heavily, frowned in disgust, trying to forget the scene in his dream as soon as possible, "Come here! Give me water!"

She had no choice but to put on her thin gown, stood up, and a palace maid came forward with hot tea.

As soon as Si Yan took the tea, his eyes sharpened, he kicked the palace man down, threw the cup in his hand to the ground, and angrily said, "I want cold water!"

"No...no!" The palace man was so frightened that he scrambled and changed the cold water for him again.

He sat on the edge of the bed topless, and poured all the cold water on his head.

"Your Majesty!" Xiao Yerong covered her lips and exclaimed in surprise, and quickly rushed forward to wipe the water stains for him with her sleeve.

The cold liquid slid down his face and over his hot chest, he finally calmed down, and asked slowly, "What time is it?"

"It's almost five o'clock." Xiao Yerong replied softly, "Your Majesty, you are about to go to court."

"Really." He turned his head thoughtfully, looking at Xiao Yerong who lowered his eyebrows, "How long is it before she gets married?"

Xiao Yerong was taken aback for a moment, then bit her lip, and said in a low voice, "There are three more days until Princess Changle and General Yang get married."

"Three days... is it... the days go by so fast..." Si Yan muttered to himself again, stood up slowly, and remained silent for a long time before staring at Xiao Yerong's photo. Very similar to the face of Princess Changle, "Come and change my clothes for me."

She gently and carefully helped him put on the dragon robe, and knelt in front of him to arrange the jade pendant around his waist.

She bit her lip, hesitated again and again in her heart, but raised her head and called him, "Your Majesty..."

"En?" Si Yan responded casually.

"The concubine...has it..." she moaned like a mosquito.

Si Yan was stunned for a moment, but when he realized it, his face did not show the slightest surprise of being a father for the first time.He bent down, stretched out his fingers to caress Xiao Yerong's shy and blushing cheeks, and said almost in a daze, "Is that so..."

Xiao Yerong was secretly happy at first, thinking that he would also be happy when he heard the news, but it wasn't until she met the turbulent and intricate look in his eyes that she realized that she was wrong.

That look...was regrettable.

"Your Majesty..." She held his hand tightly, pressed it on her lower abdomen, suppressed tears and forced a smile, "This is our child, your first dragon son."

"I know, take good care of yourself, and tell the servants if you need anything. I'll go to court first."

Si Yan stared at her blankly, finally slowly withdrew his hand, and then left without looking back.

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During the daytime these days, I hardly ever leave the palace, and I was dragged by the older palace people to learn the grand and cumbersome marriage etiquette of the palace.

But I learned very badly. I tried my best and could barely remember that day I had to ride a horse to meet my relatives, and then go to the Emperor’s Mausoleum with the Queen Mother and the Emperor to worship the ancestors, and then go to the Weiyang Main Hall to kneel down and worship the heaven and earth. The grand banquet for the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty... As for the details, what exactly I have to do, I don't remember at all.

And the part that hurts the most is that I've never ridden a horse.

I was a bit confused, but fortunately, Liang Jiu told me secretly that in fact, I just need to be responsible for climbing on the horse, and there will be a special etiquette officer in front to lead the horse for me.Moreover, the horses in the palace are all domesticated and very docile, which makes me feel at ease.

But I didn't feel relieved for a long time. When the wedding was two or three days away, I don't know what the emperor was thinking, and suddenly wanted to hold a royal bowing competition.

I heard that the emperor wanted to go hunting at the beginning, but was dismissed by the Queen Mother Leng, saying that it is not suitable to see blood and hunt animals on the eve of marriage, which is considered ominous.

But the emperor was also very persistent, and in the end each took a step back and changed to immediate Cuju.

This is the first time I have come to the royal kowtowing field. As soon as I walked to the periphery, I saw rows of mighty dragon flags flying around. Already twelve riders were galloping and changing positions, and from time to time there were rapid neighing sounds from the seats.The men with pine clubs on horseback are heroic and heroic, chasing a small oak polo.

From a distance, the emperor and Nangong Jue were the most agile and eye-catching. They deftly moved the fist-sized polo left and right.Wherever it passed, the horse stepped on the thunder and raised a piece of yellow sand.

I was a little bit dumbfounded, because I thought it was just a leisurely and relaxing game, and I didn't expect it to be so rough and intense.

What's more, he didn't expect that the seemingly sick and frail emperor would have such superb ball skills.

But my first reaction in my heart was to turn around and leave, and I was going to complain about my illness later.

"His Royal Highness King Rui?"

Just as I stood there blankly, thinking about whether to leave, a familiar long-lost voice suddenly came from behind me.

It's Yang Zhong.

When I turned around, I was about to call him, but my voice stopped abruptly when it reached my throat.

Because there was still a touch of light red standing beside him.

When I met her eyes, I hurriedly looked away subconsciously.

"His Royal Highness King Rui?" Yang Zhong stepped forward and called me again, "Why don't you go in?"

"Come in... let's go in..." I felt my tongue suddenly knotted, and my mind went blank, as if I couldn't look at her naturally anymore.

When I walked into the shooting arena with the two of them with my head down, I was greeted with shouts of long live. When I looked up, it turned out that the emperor had won the ball first.

The emperor looked around, and suddenly caught a glimpse of where we were standing. He swung the rein of the horse vigorously, gave a low shout, and then took the horse pole and rushed straight towards us.

Under him is a great steed of thousands of miles away, like the wind like a dragon, he is almost in front of us in an instant, and the tall black shadow casts a strong sense of oppression.

"You two are late." The emperor said this condescendingly, with a cold voice, but his gaze directly passed Yang Zhong and me, and instead fixed on Murong Ying, "Why don't you choose horses soon?"

Very uncomfortable.

"No." Yang Zhong could only bow his head and reply.

I stood silent.

Only then did the emperor turn his gaze to me, his eyes were full of sarcasm, and his tone was contemptuous, "What? If King Rui is afraid, then go to the side to accompany mother, and do your best to be filial for me."

Faced with such humiliation, I took a deep breath, and still raised my eyes and said, "It's better to be obedient than to be respectful."

After finishing speaking, he bowed to the emperor and walked slowly towards the resting place.

I heard the emperor laughing and cursing unabashedly behind me, 'You really are a coward'.

But so what, he can't provoke me, anyway, I'm a small person, a small person who will leave here soon.

Rather than fighting with them on the court, I certainly would rather spend more time with the Queen Mother and show some modest filial piety.

Looking at the resting place, Xinyue and sister Ling were accompanying the queen mother, Xue Zinan and several guards were standing beside her.

There is no doubt that that place is safe and suitable for me.

So, why should I look back, why should I be stupid, why should I take the risk to compete with the present day in a futile and senseless struggle?

But why is the pace getting heavier and heavier even though everything is clear?

After all, it's not a good feeling in my heart. I like Murong Ying, so this feeling of losing face in front of her, how can I feel good?

I walked up to them step by step, and bowed my head to the empress dowager who was seated above me.

She smiled at me indifferently, but there was still an indelible sadness in her brows and eyes, her eyes were fixed on her son from afar, and she asked, "What did the emperor tell you just now?"

"No...it's nothing...the emperor said that I can come here to accompany you, to show respect and filial piety for him." I lowered my head numbly.

The queen mother looked at me silently, then nodded, "That's fine."

When Murong Ying also walked slowly to the rest area, a new round of competition began.

When she took her seat, she glanced at me vaguely, but I didn't dare to look at each other.

After she sat down, I sneaked a sneak peek at her side face, but she didn't seem to notice, her eyes were always fixed on the boiling arena.

But that's okay, that's enough.

I don't know how many times I can meet her, so it's enough to watch her quietly like this.

Then from now on, I will put her in my heart quietly.

As I thought about it, I stared at her silently, the hustle and bustle of the arena gradually faded away, and there was only her in front of my eyes.

Suddenly, the back of my palm felt soft.

I was taken aback, and when I came back to my senses, it turned out that it was Xinyue who held my hand, and she asked in an inaudible voice, "What are you looking at? You're very absent-minded."

"No way..." I scratched my head with the other hand, not knowing whether I should take it out, and explained casually, "I just don't like to see those people fighting for each other on the field. It's just a small wooden ball Forget it, what’s there to grab.”

"I was worried that the emperor would ask you to play." She said softly, "I am ready to ask the queen mother at any time."

I laughed dryly and didn't say anything more.

Maybe in the eyes of others, I am just a weak coward.

After a while, she said again, "We are getting married, I hope you are safe and sound."

When I heard this, I felt an inexplicable thump in my heart. I looked at her in a blink of an eye, and I couldn't help being surprised when I saw her blushing face and a smile on her lips.

"Xinyue, you...you really like me, right?" I couldn't help but blurt out.

Her hand stiffened, and she slowly retracted it.

After a long time, he raised his eyes to meet mine, and asked firmly, "What if I say yes?"

There was a buzzing sound in my mind, and I stared blankly at her, "Why...why...?"

I have always regarded her as a benefactor, as a sister. I thought that we got married just to leave Yanjing smoothly... I never thought that she would like me...

She opened her mouth, and was about to answer, when suddenly there was an uproar in the audience, it turned out that it was the emperor and Yang Zhong who suddenly chased after him fiercely.

The two horses under them passed by with lightning and flint, and the two clubs staggered in an instant, and the emperor suddenly raised the club and slashed at Yang Zhong's head in a murderous manner.Thanks to Yang Zhong's good skill, he bent down subconsciously at the nick of time, and the cue almost brushed his bun with a swipe.If he was too late to dodge for half a second, he would definitely be bleeding.

Taking advantage of Yang Zhong's lowering of his head, the emperor picked up the ball and headed straight for the goal.

"Despicable!" I couldn't help cursing secretly.

After Yang Zhong straightened up, he also seemed a little annoyed. With a thick red neck, he slammed the horse's buttocks with a club and chased after the emperor.

Amidst the gunpowder smoke, two clubs were struck almost at the same time, and they hit together!

In the nick of time, Yang Zhong successfully blocked the emperor's attack, and the ball went wide, but at the same time, he heard a 'click', and his cue broke, and the emperor's iron rod hit Yang Zhong's mount mercilessly. on the front legs.

The horse let out a long hiss in pain, and fell to the ground with a snap of its front hooves.

Yang Zhong, who was riding on the horse, was caught off guard, and was thrown heavily to the mud by the horse. His left leg was pinned down by the heavy body of the horse, making him unable to move.

"Brother Yang!" Xue Zinan, who had been biting the corners of his lips white with nervousness, couldn't bear it any longer, and immediately rushed towards Yang Zhong.

The audience was in chaos, everyone stood up and surrounded the past.

I just jumped off the resting place, raised my feet and ran a few steps towards the field, when I suddenly heard someone behind me yelling, "Who are you?!"

As soon as I turned my head, my pupils suddenly shrank.

Under the glare of the sun, a man wearing armor and a mask held a silver gun and killed two guards in an instant. Go straight!

And that armor is too familiar to me!

It was just that Master took it from the emperor's mausoleum not long ago.