Shaojun riding the sea

Chapter 37 Concubine Rou (Part [-])
"My son, I, I am Xuan Ling, wake up..."

Under the cold moon, Yue Wujiu has completely lost his mind. His blood-red eyes stared at the person in front of him. He saw that face, which looked like Pei Shixi for a while, changed into Lan Yubai for a while, and turned into a face for a while. It turned into Ning Jiuniang again.

"Why, why did you frame my Yue clan..."

While having a splitting headache, the boy's chest heaved and heaved another mouthful of blood!

"Sir!"

The night wind was blowing, and the smell of blood came to the nostrils. Shi Xuanling's heart became more and more blameless, and she couldn't care less. She struggled to get a silver needle from her sleeve, and when she was about to seal it on his acupoint, the bell in her hand fell. There was a crisp sound——

The sound was as clear as snow in the vast darkness of the night, reaching the young man's ears, like the sound of Sanskrit, or like he was walking alone in the desert. He was shocked, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes were much clearer.

"Xuan, Xuan Ling?"

Those blood-red eyes gradually faded from their madness, and he finally recognized her, and let go of the hand that was tightly strangling her neck.

But when his body was on the verge of falling, he finally couldn't hold on, and with blood on his lips, he fell straight into the hollow of her shoulder.

"Sir!"

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The waves were churning, and the night was deep. On the sea boat, Pei Shixi stood under a lone moon, holding a bamboo flute in his hand, and playing a cool tune from behind.

He was still wearing a black cloak, and the sea breeze came head-on, brushed his long hair, and lifted the corner of the cloak——

In the inner corner of the cloak that no one can see, there are actually a few flickering and jumping fireflies embroidered. The stitches and threads are extremely delicate, and they are definitely not the handwriting of ordinary embroiderers. It is obvious that a lot of effort has been put into them.

The sound of the flute floated faintly above the sea, drifting into the distance with the night wind, as if drifting into the distant imperial city.

In the palace, a slender and gentle figure was sitting in front of the bed, humming softly a song to help sleep, hoping that His Majesty could sleep peacefully and not be disturbed by nightmares anymore.

Yes, on the dragon bed, the man who was sleeping soundly was none other than Yue Wugui's uncle, Emperor Yun.

The one guarding his bed is his favorite concubine, Concubine Rou.

Concubine Rou's name is Leng Ying, but she is not as her name suggests, she is not cold-tempered at all, on the contrary, she is the most gentle and docile, which is very much in the favor of Emperor Yun.

It's just that she came from a humble background, and she was just a tea-making maid beside Emperor Yun, but because of her good singing voice, she accidentally won the holy favor, gave birth to twelve princes, and was promoted to the imperial concubine, thus gaining a place in the palace.

Emperor Yun came to her bedroom every day, only because he was haunted by nightmares, and he could barely fall asleep when he heard Concubine Rou Qingling's singing.

The green smoke was lingering in the stove, Concubine Rou was humming a tune softly, her face was extremely submissive, but no one knew that her mind was no longer in this hall, but flew to the distant vast sea——

I don't know if Mr. Pei has arrived at Yunzhou Island safely. I heard that the climate there is weird. It's hot in the daytime but bitterly cold at night. Does he bring enough clothes?

Just as he was in a trance, Emperor Yun on the couch trembled, suddenly woke up from the nightmare, sat up all at once, "Bai Qing, Bai Qing, don't go..."

Concubine Rou's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly supported Emperor Yun, "Your Majesty, is Your Majesty having nightmares again?"

Emperor Yun was panting, but in just a few months, he had already lost a lot of weight, even his eye sockets were sunken.

All the emperors of the Kuang family were born with good looks, but Emperor Yun was especially handsome and handsome, and he was full of imperial nobility. I don't know how many concubines in the harem secretly envied Concubine Rou. He was born as a maidservant, but he was exhausted by Emperor Yun. favorite.

But ever since the case of treason by the Yue family happened, it was difficult for Emperor Yun to sleep peacefully. He often went to the pagoda where Princess Zhaoyin was imprisoned to visit his younger sister, who was Yue Wujiu's mother.

But Princess Zhaoyin lost her husband, and her son was exiled to Yunzhou Island. I am afraid that she will never see her again in this life. Muyu never said a word to Emperor Yun again.

Emperor Yun was extremely sad, he had removed all the majesty of the emperor in front of Concubine Rou, choked up and said: "That is, that is the sister I loved the most..."

But everything has already happened, and there is no room for change. Only his good brother when he was young, came to his dream every night, rode horses and hunted with him, sang wine and songs, but suddenly bleeding from all seven orifices, and he died unwillingly, pointing at him. After scolding, he floated away mournfully, no matter how he staggered after him, he couldn't catch the lonely soul.

The phrase "Baiqing" he shouted was the name of Lord Yue, Yue Baiqing, he was born and died, he was the best friend and the best brother when he was young.

But he died under one of his imperial edicts, he was hacked into pieces, and even the whole body was not preserved, it was extremely miserable.

"Oh, I dreamed of him again..."

Emperor Yun murmured, his face was pale, his head covered in cold sweat, he slowly raised his head to look at Concubine Rou, and suddenly said: "You said... did I do something wrong?"

Concubine Rou was shocked, but she didn't dare to show any abnormality on her face. She thoughtfully wiped off the cold sweat on Emperor Yun's forehead, then knelt down beside him with low eyebrows, rubbed his shoulders for him, and spoke softly Saying:

"Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven of the True Dragon. Everything he does is for the sake of Dongmu Jiangshan and the people of the world. He has painstakingly worked hard. The sun and the moon can learn from each other. What's wrong?"

This answer is nothing new, but it can't be wrong. Emperor Yun just sighed, with a wry smile on his lips, as if mocking himself: "What is a real dragon emperor? He's ups and downs. In the end, he's just a widow. You step back. I want to be alone for a while."

Concubine Rou was ordered to leave, and she subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief when she left the palace gate.

Companion to a king is like a tiger, the heart of an emperor is unpredictable, laughing and cursing are all hidden dangers, she never dares to take it lightly.

After all, the road ahead is long, and she still has too many unfinished business.

Thinking of this, Concubine Rou raised her head again, her pupils were extremely light on her snow-white face, she looked at the night sky for a long time, as if that handsome figure appeared before her eyes again, she moved her lips silently , muttering:

"My lord, when will you return?"

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In the small courtyard of Lanxin, everything was silent, and when Yue Wujiu woke up, there was no one in the room, only the long sword of Xuxin, which had been put into the scabbard, was lying quietly beside him.

He pressed his forehead and sat up slowly, many fragmented pictures flashed before his eyes, and his expression suddenly changed.

"Xuanling, Xuanling!"

The young man ran out of the room, only to see a figure standing in front of the flowering flowers by the wall under the moonlight, bending over and not knowing what he was doing.

Before he had time to think, he had already rushed forward and hugged the figure, "Xuan Ling, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"

He had already remembered all the things before he fell into a coma. Martial arts practitioners had heard of things like mistakes in practice, qi and blood rushing to the heart, and madness, but he never expected that such things would happen. It happened to him, and he almost killed his beloved by mistake because of it!

"Xuan Ling, I don't know how I became like that. I can't control the sword in my hand at all. I feel like I'm possessed by a demon. I really..."

"It doesn't matter, Shizi, I have nothing to do, don't I just stand here right now?"

Seeing that the young man blamed himself beyond measure, Shi Xuanling quickly hugged him tightly, patted his back, and comforted him repeatedly: "I don't blame you, I know that Mr. Pei from the Zhenfu Division is coming soon, so you will be greatly stimulated. Anyone who has encountered everything you have now will have a broken heart, it doesn't matter, son, I will be with you, always with you..."

Hearing the girl's comforting voice, Yue Wujiu's nose felt sour, and his heart surged with heat. It turned out that no matter what happened, there was someone by his side, and the feeling of never leaving, was actually so...warm.

His emotions gradually calmed down, but his fingertips were inexplicably slippery, as if he had touched something.

He lowered his head and took a closer look, his expression suddenly changed, "Blood?"

At this moment, Yue Wujiu quickly let go of Shi Xuanling, with a pale handsome face, he looked her up and down nervously, "Are you bleeding? Did I hurt you?"

"No, no, I cut my wrist myself."

Shi Xuanling didn't hide anything from Yue Wugui, and calmly raised one hand, and smiled at the stunned young man: "I'm using my own blood to water these flower knots, and I want to try to grow a seven-mist knot. Yan."

"Seven mists forming face?"

"Yes, if I can grow the seven mists to form the face, I can make the seven mists to clear the heart. If the son is stimulated again in the future, the blood will attack the heart and go crazy, as long as he takes a Qingxin pill, he will be able to calm down and restore clarity." .”

Qiwu Qingxin Pill is a unique medicine of the Butterfly Clan. It needs to be made by grinding the Qiwu Jieyan Flower. One flower can be made into a pill.

It's just that if you want to grow the Seven Mist Blossom Flower, it's really not easy. You need to find someone who has the blood of the most yin in the butterfly clan, and then water it with the blood, and wait until the seven petals of the Bride Flower are slowly transformed. It is red, and when viewed from a distance, it seems to be covered with a layer of blood mist, and it is considered a success.

Often among the hundreds of blooming flowers, only one or two will succeed in the end. During the period, the petals will wither, or only three or four will form a blood mist, or they will not be able to absorb the blood of Yin at all. No matter how you water it, They are still just ordinary knot flowers.

It takes a lot of mental effort to grow the Flower of Seven Mists, but Shi Xuanling is willing to try it in order to be more innocent.

After all, his family was destroyed, he was burdened with blood and hatred, he was easily stimulated, and became obsessed, and ordinary medicines could not suppress his "inner demons". Shi Xuanling was afraid that he would hurt himself when he became mad and out of control in the future, and was even more afraid that his meridians would go retrograde and violent. die.

She still doesn't know that the young man's madness tonight is because of the second half of Yuejia swordsmanship, but she was concerned and worried, but she also made mistakes. Qi and blood, so that he will not be "backlashed" by the domineering swordsmanship.

"My lord, I just need to bleed a little bit every once in a while, and slowly nourish these beauty-containing flowers, and I can always grow a few flowers that are colorful. You don't have to worry about me, just bleed, it will have no effect on me, it's nothing Big deal."

The girl purposely spoke so lightly, but the more blameless and not stupid, how could he not understand the hardships and sacrifices involved? He breathed slightly, stared at the girl for a long time, and suddenly spoke softly under the moon:
"does it worth?"

Under the moon, Shi Xuanling nodded without hesitation, looking at Yue Wujiu with a pair of light brown eyes, with a full smile, as bright as stars.

"Of course, as long as you do these things for the good of your son, why not?"

The clear and sweet voice echoed in the night wind. What the girl said was so natural, but it made Yue Wujiu startled, his eyes became moist unconsciously, and he said word by word under the moon:

"But Xuan Ling, do you know that there are not many people in this world who can do this by cutting their wrists for bloodletting and taking pains to make medicines, let alone anyone who can treat me like you do."

He stretched out his hand, and suddenly pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly, the night was so quiet, it seemed that there were only two of them left in the world.

"Little bell."

He called her like this again, with his cool lips buried in her neck, he took a deep breath, as if talking in a dream: "I told you, I am not a sage, but greedy and selfish, and I never want what I get. Lost, it was you who were so kind to me first, you can't blame me..."

"What's your fault?"

"Blame me—" Yue Wujiu hugged the girl's hand tightly, his eyes became darker and darker under the moonlight, he said hoarsely:
"Abandoning the gods, not believing in fate, walking alone, seeing the light of day, would rather die than let go."

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