Bird Reimu Dance · Returning Night

Inside Changyang Hall.

Wei Xinyue had a cloth strip stuffed into her mouth, and her hands were tied behind her back on the chair. That stupid King Rui had been squatting in front of her, staring at her non-stop.

She was extremely disgusted in her heart, but she couldn't curse, so she just closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.

After much difficulty, he waited until he was moaning that he wanted to go out to relieve himself.

Taking advantage of this juncture, she finally had the opportunity to move the chair vigorously to the side of the candle.

She gritted her teeth, endured the severe pain and slowly burned the rope in her hand.

Suddenly, I heard noises coming from outside, and then a figure rushed in hurriedly.

She was startled, thinking that it was King Rui who had returned, she quickly grabbed the candlestick behind her, and continued to close her eyes and pretend to be asleep.

When the other party approached her, she jumped up suddenly, and smashed the other party's head with a candlestick.

"Oh, little girl... I came to save you out of good intentions... You're too hard on your hands..." The bearded man clutched his forehead in pain, his eyes full of tears and laughter.

"It's you... where is Master?"

She hurriedly looked behind Duan Wuyou, and was surprised to find that a few women dressed as elder maids had already caught Su Linglong and Ah Zhen, but Murongyan was nowhere to be seen in the crowd.

"She...you know, a stubborn person like her...will always run to the most dangerous places." Duan Wuyou shook his head helplessly and sighed, "Ten cows can't be pulled back. "

She suddenly felt tense, and wanted to ask again, only to see a palace official walking quickly in front of Duan Wuyou, whispering in his ear, "Sir... I searched everywhere...but..."

The expression on Duan Wuyou's face suddenly changed, he turned around and walked quickly to Su Linglong, and asked coldly and condescendingly, "Say, where did you hide the king?"

Su Linglong also raised her head, curled her lips and said slowly, "Oh, I don't dare to say that, if I say it, wouldn't our mother and I have the last retreat?"

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Nangong Jue hurriedly ran in the night, clutching the wound on his waist, suddenly, he stopped, and looked at a shadow with his hand on the hilt of his sword.

As long as he concentrates, he is confident that he is a first-class military officer in Beijing, and even Yang Zhong will not be his opponent.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of danger.

"Who?" he asked.

"The last member of the Nangong family." A hoarse sigh came from the shadows, "Draw your sword... Soon, there will be no more Nangong family in this world."

"Arrogance!" Nangong Jue was furious, clenched the hilt of his sword tightly, "Don't be sneaky! Come out!"

A man in black slowly came out of the shadows. Nangong Jue took a closer look and was stunned. His body seemed to be solidified into a stone in an instant, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, with imperceptible fear, "It's you. ..”

"Draw your sword." The visitor said again.

"Are you someone who doesn't kill and doesn't hold a weapon?" The palm of his sword was covered with cold sweat, and his hand trembled slightly.

"No... If it was you, I would still kill you."

"Then why don't you do it directly?"

"Young man, you are injured. If I strike first, you may not even have the chance to draw your sword. After all, Nangong used to be my No. [-] famous family in Dayan, so I don't want to see you silent like a wild dog." Die without breath...I will give you the last dignity." The other party said with pity.

"That's really...thanks a lot!" While speaking, he unexpectedly lowered his body, pulled out his sword suddenly, and stabbed at the opponent fiercely like a shooting star.

"Go to hell!" He shouted violently, and swung the most beautiful sword in his life.

The wind suddenly picked up, and a leaf fell from his eyes, but the sword in his hand was stuck in the air, unable to swing it an inch.

A silver gun pierced through his chest.

"So... this is... the real King Shura..." He smiled miserably, "How many people have you killed... to learn the marksmanship?"

"Hope you're the last."

Withdrawing the silver gun, blood splashed everywhere, and he crashed to the ground.

And she didn't stay any longer, and ran towards the fire not far away.

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Leng Lange ordered Yang Zhong and Xue Zinan, who were handicapped, to stay in the Zhaolan Hall to protect Murong Ling, while he led a team of guards straight to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

When she arrived, the balusters and jade buildings were turned into giant dragons of fire, whirling wildly with the wind, and soon became a sea of ​​flames.She casually grabbed a guard who was splashing water, and asked sternly, "Where is the emperor?!"

The guard's face was distorted by extreme fear, his knees softened, he knelt down in front of her, and stammered, "This subordinate is incompetent...the emperor...the emperor is probably still trapped in the palace..."

She was hit by a huge shock, her eyes went dark, her body swayed, and she almost fainted. The ruthless flames and chaotic scene in front of her reminded her of the fire 15 years ago——

The glazed tiles burst violently, and tiles of various colors flew all over the sky like hailstones. Dozens of people were injured in an instant, and there were screams everywhere.

At that time, she was tightly stopped and hugged by Emperor Jing, and she seemed unable to do anything except cry in vain to the burning East Palace in pain.

When she was most sad and desperate, when everyone was in awe, it was that person who rushed in and rescued her son.

But now-

Now she is the only one left... Intense fear and loneliness surrounded her in an instant, and she looked around in panic, seeing strange faces. Who else in this world can save her life as desperately as her idiot? She is in trouble?

Could it be that she really couldn't save her son from being buried in the sea of ​​fire?

She stuck her nails firmly into her palms, took a deep breath, stepped forward without saying a word, snatched a bucket of water from a guard beside her, and lifted it over her head with difficulty to drench herself thoroughly.It was the dawn of late spring at this time, and the cold air was still pressing. The icy cold water instantly made her tremble, and her already weak body trembled violently.

"Your Majesty... what are you going to do?!" The surrounding palace people all looked at her in horror.

She didn't answer, but just aimed at a gap created by the explosion, gritted her teeth and rushed in.

"Your Majesty?! Your Majesty!!!" There were crazy shouts from behind, but she ignored all of them, and put herself in a situation that was almost beyond redemption as if she had forgotten her life and death.

She can't be a woman who is always protected by others and expects to be rescued by others all her life.

She can no longer expect her idiot to appear by her side.

This time, she decided to turn herself into an idiot, even if she knew it was a moth to the flame, she would never hesitate!

There was fire everywhere in the hall, thick smoke was billowing, and it was almost impossible to see anything. The charred pillars of the temple continued to collapse, and there were loud explosions from above, with tiles and debris falling down.Her arms were burned, and her beautiful cheeks were also scratched, but as if she was unconscious, she only knew to call Yan'er desperately, and within a few times, she was choked and coughed violently, and her eyes were smothered by the smoke. Painful and red.

Everything in front of her eyes began to blur slowly, and she couldn't find her son, but the flames were getting more and more intense, there were tongues of fire, pillars of fire, flying, spitting, madly as if they would swallow her up at any time .When she walked into the corridor, there was a sudden noise, and the precarious column frame at the front side suddenly fell down towards her who was also precariously.

But at this time, she was not prepared and had no strength to dodge, except to watch the karmic fire that seemed to come from hell getting closer... getting closer... as if there was nothing she could do. ..

Suddenly, a pair of hands hugged her waist tightly, leading her body to avoid thousands of fire snakes attacking head-on.

Then a pair of warm palms covered her eyes, as if they could cover her from all the burning pain in the world.

She suddenly felt that she didn't have to be afraid of anything.

But for some reason, tears began to flow unstoppably, "It's you..."

Obviously it was only for a moment, but she already knew who the person behind her was.

"You are disappointed...I'm sorry...I obviously don't want to trouble you at all...You obviously shouldn't come back...But why...Why did you become like this?" Shoulder couldn't restrain himself at all. Trembling continuously, she clearly wanted to bite her lip hard to keep the tears from flowing, but she still couldn't help crying like a girl.

But the people behind did not make a sound, nor did they remove the palms that covered her eyes.

He just silently covered her eyes with one hand and put his arm around her waist, maintaining this posture quietly and awkwardly.

Until she felt a drop of warm liquid dripping down her neck....

"Idiot...?" She trembled all over, couldn't help raising her hand, and pressed the palm of the person behind her covering her eyes.

But with just one touch, I felt the person's palm move, and it was pulled away quickly.

She was startled, and just about to turn around, suddenly the sleeping point on her body was touched by someone, her body swayed, and she completely passed out in the arms of the person behind her.

"All along...you have done enough, please leave the rest to me."

The man in black regretfully reached out to wipe the blood stains on her cheeks, smoothed her hair gently, and murmured, "Go to sleep...Take all this as a dream..."

After doing all this, she handed her over to the woman who had been standing beside her.

It was actually Wenlian, the elder maid in Leng Lange's Kunning Palace.

"Take her away and take good care of her, but don't mention me," she ordered.

Wen Lian looked at the two of them quietly, opened her lips as if hesitant to speak, but finally she lowered her head and replied, "Yes, my lord."

The man in black stared deeply at Leng Lange for a moment, then took a deep breath, and rushed towards the depths of the hall without looking back.