"Stop looking, Your Highness Di Ji, you are dreaming. No one has been here, no one at all..." Another maid couldn't hold back anymore and began to cry choked with sobs.
Lan Yu frowned and looked at the lonely courtyards everywhere. Her long hair hung lightly, her eyes were unfocused, and her long sleeves were hanging in the wind. She said sadly: "Really? Am I dreaming? Hasn't he been here?"
She pushed them away and ran quickly towards her dormitory. She saw the Tianhuang Sword lying on the table in the room. A maidservant exclaimed: "Why is the sword of Her Majesty the Emperor back?"
Lan Yu fell to the ground dejectedly, crying bitterly, and said: "He is back. He returned the Tianhuang Sword. He said... he has married her to another wife!"
She held a pair of slender jade hands and beat the cedar floor desperately. Her big tears fell on the floor drop by drop. The remaining tears were like ice and broken like hearts.
"Your Highness the Emperor Ji..." The two maids immediately knelt down beside her and wept sadly.
Lan Yu's mind once again recalled the pink peach blossom forest and his words: "The girl I want to marry most in the world is already in front of me! Who else do you want me to marry?"
Lan Yu shed tears again and said: "That year under the peach blossom tree, he clearly promised to marry me, but he still broke his promise and married another girl..."
In the night wind, Han Ziyue was like a light black butterfly, landing on one knee on the eaves. She looked back at the sad and tearful Feng Hua Emperor and held her fingers.
Han Ziyue shook her head and sighed softly: "Your Highness Di Ji, you are too infatuated. If you were a little more ruthless, you wouldn't be like this. I know you must be sad and sad at the moment, but you will still wake up from this dream after all. When you wake up from the dream After that, whether you accept it or not, all that’s left is to wake up, wake up early, don’t dwell on the past, and live a new life!”
Standing behind her, Ye Zhenfeng, his black fox fur caught in the wind, held his arms in his arms, sighed quietly and said, "I don't know if what you did is right or wrong?"
Han Ziyue stood up, looked at him and said: "The most difficult thing in the world is to wait for someone. Do you want Fenghua Diji to wait like this all her life? The person she is waiting for is already dead. This world There will no longer be a man named Leng Qingxiao who comes to marry her with a smile. Everyone has only one life, isn't it pitiful to waste one's life like this?"
A piece of flying snow fell on the dark night, and also flew over her beautiful cheek. Seeing the beauty in front of him, who was as beautiful as a shining moon, he gently held her in his arms and said: "Ziyue, if you are not here I will wait for you all my life, even if I live in a false dream forever... I don't think it is a wasted life. After all, if this world is without you, there will be no color and no warmth at all. My heart will only beat for you.”
Han Ziyue was startled, then she gently lowered her hands and hugged him slowly, listening to the heartbeat on his chest, and said softly: "Zhenfeng, I hope we won't be like Fenghua Diji and Leng Qingxiao, I hope We can always be together, and we will never be separated except in death!"
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Outside the dilapidated mountain gate of Lannuo Temple, stood a monk in white clothes. He wore a bamboo hat and held a golden Zen staff in his hand.
A young monk stood to one side of him, his plump little face was as cold as a red apple, and he blinked pitifully at the handsome monk.
"Master Wuchen, we have agreed that this time you will go down the mountain to slay demons.
If you get the money, you have to buy me honey cakes no matter what! "After the little monk finished speaking, the mucus he had been holding back slowly flowed down again. He raised his head and sucked hard.
Wuchen shook his head and smiled bitterly. At some point, Abbot Zhijue had stood behind him, patted his shoulder silently, and said sincerely: "Wuchen, honey and cakes can't fill your stomach, so the main thing is to bring more food with you." Bring back some food."
"Yes, Abbot." Wuchen saluted with one hand.
Abbot Zhijue must have been too cold. He shrank his neck and said, "That's it. Once you get the money, come back early! The brothers and sisters in Lannuo Temple are still waiting for you!"
Abbot Zhijue led Zhiwu away. Before leaving, Zhiwu stretched out his little hand and gently tugged on Wuchen's white sleeves, reminding him secretly that food didn't matter, the most important thing was his honey. Numb and crispy.
Realizing that pitiful little appearance, looking back at him again and again, it was clear that he was
She was telling him with her eyes that no matter what, he must remember to buy honey mochi cakes.
Sikong, who was standing aside, looked at it and sighed in his heart. This enlightened young monk might be looking forward to the early return of Monk Wuchen from today on. Haha, it is actually a good thing that someone is looking forward to it.
Si Kong came out wearing a white fox fur and said: "Monk, it's such a cold day, do you really want to take me down the mountain to slay demons? Is it really the time for Lannuo Temple to open the pot?"
Wuchen shrugged and said very easily: "It's not that they can't open the pot, but I, the monk, can't open the pot. Since you came, I have very little wine left for the winter. Monk, I am addicted to wine and have to go down the mountain. Go buy a drink!"
Si Bai covered his mouth and smiled softly: "Let me tell you, you, a cunning monk, how could you go down the mountain to buy grain and honey cakes?"
"What? Do you also like to eat honey cakes?"
"I don't like it, I'm afraid of tooth decay."
"Your mother lied to you."
"Then you guessed wrong, it was my sister who said it."
"Oh? That's the honey cake your sister wants to trick you into eating."
"Haha! That's it. Monk, you revealed the truth of the world with just one word!"
"If you want to eat it now, if you get the money, I will buy a box for you, monk."
"Want to use a box of honey cakes to pay for your wages? Monk, you are so cunning!"
"Hahaha, let's go!" After Wuchen said, he waved the Zen staff in his hand and handed it to Si Kong behind him. Si Kong stretched out his hand and gently held the end of the Zen staff. Just like this, a monk, a blind man, walked slowly step by step. Walked into the white snow.
"Monk."
"What's up?"
"If you hadn't burned the Xuanfeng's feathers that day, it might still be able to carry us."
"Hahaha!" Wuchen laughed heartlessly.
"Monk, there is a question I have always wanted to ask you!"
"Speaking."
"The day I first met you, you were hiding in the courtyard...are you really planning to steal meat?"
"Shut up!"
"Hahaha!" Si Bong laughed this time.
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In a few days, the wedding ceremony of Emperor Xiwu of Blue Soul City and the Crown Prince of Hengwu Kingdom will be held, and everyone in Blue Soul City is very excited.
Although the whole country is celebrating the Blue Soul, and they are all immersed in the joy of the Emperor Ji's great joy, the protagonist is in a hurry.
A plan to rescue Lan Wuya was being prepared in full swing.
In the villa, a group of people were discussing strategies, Han Ziyue said:
"The original plan was to rescue Lan Wuya before Zuiwu's wedding, but it seems that it may not work. First of all, the place of detention is guarded by experts from the Holy Sect and even the Emperor Sect. If we can't break through for a while, the Diji Mansion will soon be The guards above will rush in."
"If we delay this for a while, the Blue Soul Cavalry will arrive, and then there will be no possibility of rescuing Lan Wuya. Moreover, if it fails once, there will never be a second chance. Therefore, we must think of a It’s a foolproof strategy.”
Everyone looked solemn. Han Ziyue was thoughtful and smart. Her analysis was indeed correct.
Sufeng was dressed in black clothes, holding his arms, frowning and said in a deep voice: "Your Highness Diji, have you ever thought that the Blue Emperor is so powerful that even if you are forced to rescue your father, you will not be able to save your father." Take your mother away from the palace. Even if you escape to the ends of the world, I'm afraid you won't be able to escape the murderous hands of the Blue Emperor."
Lan Zuiwu looked worried and said, "Then what should I do?"
Sufeng said solemnly: "Unless we kill Lan Huang."
"Kill the Blue Emperor?!" Everyone was stunned.
Ye Zhenfeng and Han Ziyue looked at each other, Fu Heng nodded and said: "The Blue Emperor has great martial arts skills, is surrounded by a cloud of masters, and is guarded by thousands of cavalry. How easy is it to kill the Blue Emperor?"
Chu Mubai concentrated and said, "Unless we attack by surprise, we will not be able to succeed."
Lan Zuiwu shook his head and said: "You don't know how terrifying the Lan Emperor is. Even if he makes a sneak attack, he may not be able to succeed. Don't forget, he is a master of the Holy Sect!"
Ye Zhenfeng took a step forward and said, "Zui Wu, if I go out to assassinate the Lan Emperor, what do you think the chances of winning are?"
"Brother Ye!" Lan Zuiwu looked at him gratefully.
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Bai couldn't help but be shocked. As a master of the Emperor Sect, Ye Zhenfeng was willing to take the risk to assassinate the Lan Emperor, and the chance of winning was indeed greater than him. But today's Lan Huang is no longer what he used to be, and his martial arts level must be above that of the Holy Sect.
Chu Mubai said worriedly: "Zhenfeng, Lan Huang's current martial arts level has probably reached the level of the Emperor Sect. In addition, he is protected by Qi Hongxue and other masters. I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to fight against him with your own strength. Do you want to Think it through."
Han Ziyue said: "In addition to me, I have recently broken through to the realm of the Holy Sect. I think this way, the chance of winning should be greater."
Fu Heng nodded, and then said: "The odds of winning are indeed better, but we still have to be prepared, otherwise once the Lan Emperor takes Lan Wuya as a hostage, this matter will not proceed smoothly."
Ye Zhenfeng looked at him and said, "You mean to divide the troops into two groups, one to assassinate the Lan Emperor and the other to save others?"
Fu Heng nodded and said: "Yes, if the Lan Emperor's assassination fails, at least Lan Wuya can be rescued. And the only chance to save Lan Wuya is on the day of the wedding ceremony, because only on that day, Emperor Fenghua will Ji Cai will leave the Emperor Ji's Mansion to attend the grand ceremony, and the guards of the Emperor Ji's Mansion are the weakest. Only on that day did the Lan Emperor have no time to take care of Lan Wuya."
Sufeng nodded and said: "So the assassination and the rescue must be done at the same time, so that there is a possibility of success."
Lan Zuiwu nodded and gritted his teeth and said: "We can only make a desperate move. Lan Huang would never have thought that we would assassinate him on the day of the wedding ceremony! He would never have thought that we would rescue people on that day!"
