"Ah, not good..."
Facing the sudden sword attack, the green-robed official screamed in surprise without any precautions. The horse was frightened and he became unsteady, staggering and falling from the horse!
The shining sword light came forward, reflecting the green-robed official's face as pale as snow. Under a pair of indifferent eyelashes, his eyes as deep as a pool of ink seemed to be stained with thousands of feet of ice, making them look particularly cold: "I am indifferent. General of the Northern King, even if you kill me, you will not escape death!"
"Well said, I was just about to ask you, Mobei Yi Zhihua, do you know his whereabouts?"
"What...what kind of flower? I...have never seen it before!"
"Never seen him? Okay, let me ask you again, King Hua Khan of Mobei, where is he?" Xu was furious. The man in green wrinkled his forehead, turned his sword, and faced him impartially. The blue-robed official’s eyebrows!
"King Mobei...this...how could I know!" The green-robed official's eyes flickered as he looked left and right!
"have no idea?"
His tone turned cold and he asked indifferently. A cold sword passed across the eyes of the green-robed official. The shadow of the sword trembled slightly in the rustling wind, and two bloody fingers fell from the air!
"Ah...ah...my hand!" A stream of blood spurted out from the palm of his hand, and the green-robed official gritted his teeth in pain and screamed!
"My lord... My lord..."
The guards were all stunned and amazed, but they were helpless and could only watch blankly!
"If you don't speak properly, you will shut up forever!" The man in Tsing Yi said calmly!
"I said...I said!"
"Very well, Yi Zhi Hua, who is he?"
"He...he is the adopted son of Mobei King Hua Khan. His real name is Cornell. Later he changed his name to Hua Ziqing and was known as 'Yizhihua'. Two years ago, Hua Khan recruited troops and then raised his troops to revolt. After becoming the leader of the Mobei Turks and calling himself the King of Mobei, Hua Ziqing relied on the power of the Mobei King to become domineering and cover the sky with one hand. Now his power is strong enough to compete with the three kingdoms of Mian, Yue and Yan..." Drops of blood flowed down his clothes. With his sleeves falling at his feet, the green-robed official spoke with an indescribable expression of extreme pain!
"Haha, it seems you understand everything. Where is Hua Ziqing now?"
"It's...it's hard to say. Hua Ziqing spends his days living and drinking, coming and going without a trace. Now, he might be...in Huayuan Mansion!"
"Huayuan Mansion?"
"By the way, the ninth day of April... is Mrs. Hua's sixty-sixth birthday party. Hua Ziqing has prepared a big gift for Huayuan Mansion in advance and is waiting to come to celebrate her birthday in person on the ninth day..."
"Huayuan Mansion!"
How could the people in Tsing Yi not know: This is one of the largest palaces in the Moon Kingdom, hundreds of miles north of Huangwan City, across the river from Lingxiao Palace!
"Let's go!" The man in Tsing Yi shouted softly!
"Where to go?"
"Go to see Hua Ziqing, please lead the way!"
The man in green swung his long sword, but there was a dark green word "Jade" printed on the edge of the cold sword!
"Are you from Ting...Jiaoyu Mansion?"
"Guan Gu, you're still confused!"
The green-robed officer's eyelids twitched, a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he trembled quickly: "I am an upright and upright official, and I have nothing to do with the Jiayu Mansion. The young hero must have misunderstood!"
"Oh, is it so?"
"Yes...yes, I am loyal, as can be seen from the bright moon!"
"Haha, you bunch of dog officials may have nice words, but you are just trying to get fame and reputation and do evil things!"
The man in green smocked his long sword, frowning, and looked at the sword aura, which was slightly cold and burning. Even though the green robed official was unwilling and helpless, he could only keep it in his stomach obediently and let it rot in his heart. , he covered the severe pain in his hand, and chaotic thoughts arose in his mind: Back then, Saint Yaocao, the first swordsmith in Huangwan City, forged twelve swords for the Jiaoyu Mansion, from the princes to the generals. Everyone gets a sword. There have been rumors about this in the world for a long time!
Who is the man in Tsing Yi in front of me? At this moment, he may have the answer in his heart...
The green-robed officer looked at the man in green clothes more carefully: This man's clothes are ragged, his eyes are like bright stars, and his eyebrows are furrowed. He is a handsome young man, a young man!
"Are you Mo Xiao?" Qingpao officer Ruo asked in confusion!
"Be a chivalrous and righteous person, and fight against injustice, Dog Officer, just remember it!"
"You are really Mo Xiao, are you still alive?"
The green-robed official's pupils dilated, and after a long time, a forbearing gasp came again: "The affairs of Jiaoyu Mansion have nothing to do with me, I don't know anything, please let me go, as long as you let me go, I can do anything I’m willing to do both!”
"Let you go? If I let you go, who will pay for those lives!"
"In that case, if you want to kill me, then go ahead..."
The green-robed officer fiercely drew his sword, but unfortunately it was too slow. The tip of the sword touched his hilt, and the sword was not drawn out. His bloody hand was still on the sword, but the green-robed officer could never say anything. talk!
"It's murder, the official has been killed!"
"Quick, shoot the arrow..."
In the rain of arrows, two red horses were seen running through the woods by the river one after another. The two on the horses were Lu Xiang and Qin Mi...
In just a short moment, the horses roared in the forest, and the sound of killing shook the sky...
Sunset, heartbroken people in the horizon!
In the sky, a full moon hangs on the branches. In the dark night, you can see the bright moon. When everything is silent, no one comes!
In late spring and April, flowers bloom calmly! In the morning light, the Huangwan City was filled with mist, which was particularly enchanting. Under the city wall, a black shadow was flying. Wherever the shadow passed, wind, sand and dust were flying everywhere!
It's not bright yet, but the memorial of "Yi Zhi Hua" has already flown to Huangwan City!
In the memorial, the evidence of treason by the Tingyu Mansion was listed in detail. As the saying goes - if you want to incriminate someone, why bother?
Besides, Prince Jingyu spent his whole life in the army and made many military exploits. Therefore, in his twilight years, King Yue gave him an imperial mansion north of Huangwan City, covering an area of more than 1,000 hectares, with more than 3,000 servants, and divided it into east and west. In the two Wans, there is the palace of Prince Ting in the east Wan. In the palace, there are mountains and rivers and pavilions. The palaces are piled up at different heights. It looks like a fairyland on earth in the morning and evening. The west Wan is a purple garden with winding corridors and strange rocks and trees surrounding the mountain. Holding water, cherished birds and beasts, winding paths and secluded terraces, seem to be telling the past like smoke...
However, at the third quarter of the Yin hour, Prince Jingyu woke up from his dream. He slowly sat up holding the head of the bed, touched his forehead with his hand, and found cold sweat on his head!
"Master, what's wrong?"
The maid from the inner room hurried over, and Prince Jingyu waved gently: "I have nothing to do, you all go down and have a rest!"
"Yes!" Several maids stepped back cautiously!
"Master, are you having nightmares again?" Mrs. Jiaoyu asked softly after hearing his words!
"Well, ma'am, it didn't scare you, did it?"
Mrs. Jingyu was completely sleepless. She sat up gently and put a coat on him. She saw his pale face through the dim light in the room, and said, "I'm not scared, I'm worried." You!"
As she spoke, she wiped off the bead-sized beads of sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief!
"Recently, I have been having the same dream. I dreamed that I was fighting alone thirty years ago, covered in blood, riding on a mortal horse and defeating thousands of armies..."
"Master, since it has been thirty years, there is no need to think about it anymore. Wouldn't it be better for us to live the present life together and enjoy family happiness?"
Mrs. Jingyu got out of bed and poured a cup of hot water and brought it over: "Master, drink some water to relax your muscles and bones!"
"Well, Madam is right. I, King Tingyu, don't think so. However, in recent years, wars have continued, and the situation between the two countries is in danger. Although I have great ambitions, I am already in my prime, and the years have passed. You are old!”
"Hey, who won't grow old? Don't sigh, it's still early in the morning, go to sleep well!" Mrs. Jiaoyu sighed softly and slowly leaned against the bed.
"Has there been any news about Wang Er recently? He has been out for many days. I'm afraid he might cause some trouble!"
"Don't worry, sir. Wang'er is old and has his own opinions. He will not cause trouble for no reason!"
"Yeah, I'm afraid he's too straightforward and will suffer a loss outside!"
"Like you, he can't tolerate a grain of sand in his eyes. Hey, like father, like son!"
"I'm thinking, should I pass on the original Jiaoyu swordsmanship to him?"
"He is your only son. If you don't pass it on to him, who will?"
Prince Jingyu nodded, but stopped talking. He stared at the cold wall. Hanging on the wall was a bronze sword. The sword was more than three feet long and had a flawless green light. It was clear at a glance that it was meant to accompany him. The divine sword that has been through life and death, this sword has cut off the heads of countless people in the past, but now it hangs quietly on the wall, exuding a faint light!
Maybe it had been so long that he couldn't remember the last time he held a sword!
