Chapter 17 No Return

It was something she had never seen before, and it didn't seem like a human scene. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info night, people, and swords, the cold light sparkled her eyes, mistaking death for a god. That peerless face seemed to be carved by frost and snow, but at this moment it revealed a rare trace of emotion, and from those eyes, she saw a crazy scarlet.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me. It's like that, and it's very casual for him to say it. Ye Daiwan felt as if she had been thrown again. The man's chest was wide and had a peculiar smell, ah, the smell of water vapor. Ye Daiwan noticed that his boots were half-wet.

The river, the chance encounter on the river, is not accidental. Ye Daiwan never felt that she would not be recognized as a man, because her appearance was not heroic enough, and of course she could not meet the standard of a woman's beauty. Fortunately, the women of this dynasty can have the right to inherit, just walk outside and wear men's clothes, and they will not be arrested and reported to the official Shentang.

The sword collided with the heavy weapon, and a loud sound seemed to be in her ears, interrupting her thoughts at once. The man's sword was used very well, and the thick calluses on his fingers showed that the man was not really what he looked, and he could get everything he wanted. He practiced martial arts.

But he shouldn't be a man of the rivers and lakes. His garments were tribute-worthy silks, and he was not a son of a family, and could not be tailored. So which family will he belong to? Not the Xu family. He is not like the Queen Mother. It's not the Jiang family. Because there were no signs of armor on his arms. She couldn't rule out the rest. But it should be this sect. This all-round style and ordinary sect cannot be cultivated. This is probably a relationship of bearing.

Thinking about it, Ye Daidu's thinking turned to other places. If she can go back smoothly, she should also be taught how to use a sword. At least in this case, she can protect herself. It seems that I am thinking too greedily again. Last time, the last time she used a sword, she used the heavy eagle as an axe for chopping wood. always felt that the ancestors and ancestors under the ground were going to hate her and beat her up on the ground. However, I think she should be able to learn a trick or two to defend herself with this strength.

The man held the sword in one hand and pushed her with the other, dodging the hammer's attack. It's strange, it's not an assassin, and it doesn't feel beautiful to carry such a heavy weapon. Kindness...... It seems a bit silly to think so as an assassinated person. Dodging the attack, the man immediately pulled her back and killed an assassin who had been bullied. The long hair is tied with a red ribbon, and it makes a rounded arc in the violent movement, which is very beautiful. Ye Daidu, who committed a nymphomaniac, felt that she was hopeless.

It seems that someone once said that the man with the sword is the most unforgettable beauty in the world. Ye Daiwan has seen many people dance swords, the assassin's sword is a killing machine hidden in the dark, Jiang Ying's sword is invincible bravery, and this man, the sword that protects her in his arms is like flowing water.

Sometimes like a stream gentle and tactful, sometimes like a waterfall manic roar, sometimes like an ocean with the breath of devouring everything, but no matter what time it is, this watery sword can always protect her from leaking. Obsessively watching the man swing his sword. Yes, Ye Daiwan finally agreed with that sentence. When this man holds the sword, it is indeed a dream realm, and the most beautiful dream is nothing more than that. She was shrouded in sword light, but her impatient heart calmed down at the moment.

He can indeed be regarded as a swordsman, at least against so many strange assassins, he has not fallen behind, and his swordsmanship is extraordinary. If it weren't for the sheer number of people, he wouldn't be trapped here. Of course, there is a more important reason for her. Dragging her feet again, Ye Daiwan thought a little sadly.

"You'an, Your Majesty will leave it to you. At the same time as Jiang Ying's voice sounded, the man swung his sword and slashed the arm of the nearest person, so he picked her up without hesitation and ran away without looking back. At this moment, Ye Daiwan knew that she was wrong, and her mistake was outrageous. Jiang Ying must know him, no, they must be confidants and can die for him.

Only confidants can trust each other so much, and it is difficult for those who wield swords to flee with their backs to danger. Ye Daiwan has also tasted that taste, and I am afraid that it is more addictive than anything else. But this man still didn't ask a question in the crisis, and gave Jiang Ying absolute trust. Only the word "confidant" is worthy of this friendship.

Ye Daiwan firmly clinged to those powerful arms, and her fingers couldn't help but tremble. Because it was so fast, the wind made her unable to see everything, and even swallowed up the sound. The sound of Jin Ge intersecting behind him became more and more blurred, and was finally blocked by the green bamboo. The noise finally returned to silence.

Will Jiang Ying be able to get out? She didn't know. Is Jiang Ying seriously injured? She didn't know. Will Jiang Ying die because of this? She didn't know. But she knew that she would never let this happen and do nothing, she wouldn't, she swear. It's always the end of the earth, and she'll look for it back.

"Tsk. But the man's chuckle made all her blood cool down in an instant. She was too weak to do anything, and even running away at this moment was only carried out by someone to get out of the predicament. She's just a useless puppet, and she's still trying to turn the sky upside down. Was he laughing at her?

She was still the Empress, with nothing, isolated, and in danger.

"yes, I'm laughing at you. Laugh at your incompetence, laugh at your childish hypocrisy. If you hadn't been sheltered by Zhongchang, you wouldn't have survived until now. As for the illusory tomorrow, I advise you to save it. The man's words made her more and more depressed. Zhong Chang is Jiang Ying's character. She was indeed too naïve. Thinking about what tomorrow will be and what will happen in the future, but she can't even do it today!

Live, live regardless of everything, even if it is despicable, it doesn't matter, as long as you live, one day, it will be turned over.

Do you use all means to live like ants, like duckweed, like traitors, or even like the queen mother?

Jiang Ying is just to protect me, if I go back at this moment, what is the difference between it and those stupid White Lotus heroines in the TV series.

But on the basis of protection, no one is obliged to die for anyone. Why!

I am the Empress.

Phew!

"Let me go. Ye Daidu's voice became hoarse.

"Stupid! Resolute for a while, Hugh dragged us down. The man was still so cold-blooded, and his voice was flat and disrespectful.

"I know. So, I'm not going back. But you'll go back. Ye Daiwan suddenly met the man's eyes.

"Naturally. The man tried to see pity and folly in her eyes, but there was nothing, and the girl's eyes were as open as the sky, unobstructed, and so clear that it was lonely.

"Let's go. I can walk on my own. Ye Daiwan was put down by the man. She knew that although this man kept calling her Your Majesty, he was just ridiculing this title, and he had never taken her in his eyes like the Manchu Dynasty civil and military. The man hesitated for only a moment, then turned and left.

Ye Daiwan laughed silently at the back that did not hesitate at all. Look, she'll know. She knew that she had never been that important to anyone. Yes, why? Just because she's the empress, dreaming. She came from that era when there were no taboos, and the emperor and the throne had long been extinguished in the rolling tide, and even she herself had no respect for this throne, let alone someone else.

She is not a Buddha, she is neither compassionate nor compassionate. But she is not a wicked Rakshasa either, and she will not stop until she drags everyone in this world into the hell of Abi. She's just, she's just Ye Daidu.

Her hand gripped the hilt of the sword at her waist. Heavy Eagle, she brought Heavy Eagle out, she can protect herself. When the sword was drawn from its scabbard, he always felt that he had become an invincible knight. And when she held the sword tightly, Ye Daiwan knew that she was stupid and impulsive, and she had never practiced martial arts. At this time, a husband came out and could kill her with the drum hammer in his hand. There is a sword, even if it is a peerless sword - what about the heavy eagle?

It is never the sword that kills, it is the man.

Ye Daiwan clenched the sword in her hand and walked towards the deepest part of the darkness step by step - the palace. It's ridiculous that she was so reluctant to call the most luxurious and extravagant place in the world a cage, and in the end this cage was actually put into it by herself. She may be no different from the people who covet power in this world, and she is willing to give everything for the throne of the number one in the world.

Doesn't she have any other choice?

Some. Escaping from here, she can hold the sword at the end of the world and be at ease, or she can marry a peasant woman and fence the distant mountains. She knows that there are thousands of ways to live in this world, and what she is moving towards step by step is the hardest, most dangerous, most luxurious, and most confusing way of living. She shouldn't have gone back. No one wanted her back.

But she was a puppet emperor, an illiterate woman, a concubine, despised by hundreds of officials, hunted down and killed by her own subjects. She doesn't know how to govern the country, she doesn't have the virtue of the world, and she doesn't even have a sense of belonging to this country. She should give way to Xian and be ashamed of herself.

But she could not stop, who poured the will of perseverance into her feet, made them turn away from her, and walked forward with determination, ignoring everything. For there was a voice whispering clearly in my thoughts, lighter than the wind, but heavier than a daughter.

Your Majesty, the concubine is willing to stay...... If you can exchange the life of the concubine for the life of Your Majesty, the concubine is willing.

Your Majesty is the Lord of Heaven, and the throne must not be left to others.

Because you will become a wise man, love the people, and create the best future that no one else can give them.

I'm on your side. I swear allegiance to you, with my life.

Because she remembered the woman who gambled everything on her on that night of life and death. The Hall of Eternal Life was so empty, but the voice filled this loneliness, so that the warmth and coldness of the people in this world lost their color at that moment. Her empty sixteen years made up for it in a few short sentences.

She is just a puppet emperor, she has no power, no talent, no virtue, and she is not even as good as a maid in the Palace of Eternal Life. She has nothing and nothing in return. But there is still one person in this world who is willing to treat him with his life.

She couldn't forget those eyes.

There is always something in this world that is heavier than Mount Tai.