In the middle of the night, the cold wind blew, and the thick and huge banana leaves planted all over the Changxi Palace made a rattling sound, which gradually blended with the sound of killing from far and near. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Not far away, countless beating flames are stretching out their long tongues, the wind helps the fire, and in a moment's effort, the wind swept through the solemn and splendid palace of the past, and outside the open palace gate, a team of soldiers in Xuanyi and Xuanjia attacked like a tide, and the original guards were crushed.

The shouts of the soldiers, the screams of the palace people, the raging lightning will cut through the long gaps in the dark night of the firelight, and the thunder rumbles, shaking the whole earth trembling.

In the ruined palace in the depths of the corridor, Murong Wei was awakened by a burst of thunder. Listening to the shouts and killings from afar, she sat up suddenly, put on her clothes, and took a few steps to the window to push the window sash open, listening to the sounds of the fighting getting closer and closer, and gradually showed a smile.

She was nervous and scared, but more of a joy and relief.

At that time, the country was not called a millennium, but Xixia. The country of Xixia was seized by Su Duhan, who changed the name of the country and proclaimed himself the emperor of the Millennium Kingdom, almost bloodbathing the Xixia Palace. From being a child and not guessing to turning against her in the end, Murong Wei has been harboring endless remorse all these years.

How many times I have seen in my dreams is the sadness of the departure of my relatives, and the picture of the broken liver and intestines is still yesterday, and the hatred for Su Duhan is getting deeper and deeper day by day. Being able to watch other countries die and destroy has become the driving force that supports her to live. Now, after many years, she is deeply grateful to see that the millennial country has been attacked, no matter who that person is.

Murong Wei held the window edge with her hand, and her body trembled slightly with excitement. Tonight she finally got her wish, and she could go to the spring to reunite with her relatives. Imagining that Su Duhan was driven away, Murong Wei let out a hearty laugh, and with that laughter, big tears rolled down, wetting the blue and purple skirt on her body.

"You're happy to see me ruined, aren't you?" The next moment, the door of the temple was kicked open with a thud. With the sound of the whistling wind, in the sky-high firelight behind him, the tall figure in a royal blue brocade cloak looked a little blurred, and the golden dragon embroidered with bright yellow silk thread on the cloak was also full of soot. Su Duhan's hair was loose, his long hair was scattered over his shoulders, and he was holding the sword with one hand at the moment, and the tip of the sword was pointed at Murong Wei's neck.

"Yes, of course I'm happy, you can't do anything about the stolen country. Su Duhan, with a bastard like you who fornicated with the enemy country and killed his relatives, he also deserves to own my Murong family? Is it also worthy to call myself me in front of this palace? The sky has eyes, you should have gone to the Yellow Spring a long time ago. ”

Murong Wei's eyes were shining, she was not afraid of the long sword against her neck, and her posture was proud and upright. She unconsciously continued to use the old name, even though Jing Hai was plain and her long black hair when she was young was dyed white by the years, she still couldn't hide the amazing beauty of the past, Su Duhan's hand holding the sword was slightly sluggish, and she looked half confused.

At that moment, time passed, as if returning to more than ten years ago, the abandoned palace is not the abandoned palace today, but still the bright roses surrounded by pearls and jade; People are never old, he is still her bamboo horse.

The old love is no longer there, and now the two of them have a lot of family hatred and hatred for the country.

"Murong Wei, don't talk to me about Xixia, let alone your Murong family, fornicating with the enemy country? When the old Zen position was given to Murong Qing instead of my father, I didn't recognize me as a Xixia person. Su Duhan laughed, and suddenly became a little sad, "Killing relatives? You deserve to be my relatives too? His eyes were full of disdain, "Why, they are all the grandsons of the Chu family, and I want to bow down when I see your prince and brother?" Why, they are all daughters of the Chu family, and my mother wants to salute when she sees your mother? Why are they all sons-in-law of the Chu family, your father can inherit the throne of the old thing, but my father wants to die on the battlefield and be the cannon fodder of your Murong family? ”

Su Duhan stared at his eyes that were dyed red with hatred, his once handsome eyebrows and eyes were distorted by excitement, and he pointed at the long sword around Murong Wei's neck and trembled slightly, "You say, what kind of relatives are you my relatives?" With this charge of fornicating with the enemy country and killing relatives, go underground and tell the old thing and the old woman, tell your father, queen mother, and mother, everything is forced by them. ”

"This is just an excuse for you to achieve your wolf ambitions," thinking of his use of himself in those years, remembering that because of his father's and queen mother's connivance to him, Murong Wei's remorse was incomprehensible, if time could be turned back, she would definitely take good care of Xixia and her relatives, and no longer let her relatives be painful and enemies happy.

Su Duhan looked at the firelight outside the hall, and then at Murong Wei, revealing a deep irony, "Murong Wei, I have never been afraid of death, I am afraid of the humility of life, so I not only want to destroy Xixia, but also unify the world, achieve a real imperial industry, let the old thing see, who is the most suitable emperor." ”

"You don't have a chance", Murong Wei suppressed the monstrous hatred, showing a satisfied smile, her finger lightly tapped Su Duhan's forehead, "Listen, the sound of the fight is so close, someone will rush in soon, you will either die from the enemy or die under your own sword, in short, you can wake up from your dream." ”

"I hate it so much, it's only one step away from success, it's Gu Chenxiao's guy, this performance is really good, it's because I despise him, so I ended up today, but what I can't get, he can't get it."

Without a moment of hesitation, the thin and sharp sword slid across Murong Wei's neck, blood scattered little by little, and Su Duhan had a smile on his face, "Murong Wei, believe it or not, I have only liked you from beginning to end." On Huangquan Road, it is very good to have you with you. ”

"Seeing you go to hell with my own eyes, I do what I want", Murong Wei raised her head unyieldingly, lest Su Duhan would not die, she tried her last strength to throw the candlestick onto the curtain on her side, and the flames rose into the air, rolling the two people standing facing each other into a sea of fire.

The rumbling thunder rolled over, looking at the sky-high fire in the direction of the side hall, Gu Chenxiao's anxious shout resounded through the sky. He was covered in golden armor, his black hair was flying, and Shura, the invincible god of war on the battlefield in the past, reappeared after many years. Facing the last group of dead soldiers who stood in front of him, he was like crazy, his whole body erupted with killing intent, and everywhere the scimitar passed was a piece of flying flesh and blood, and the guards gradually couldn't resist it, and the ruined palace became more and more in front of him.

The fire grew from large to small, and after a burst of thunder that resounded across the earth, a torrential rain fell and ruthlessly washed over everything on the ground. Gu Chenxiao and the soldiers behind him finally wiped out the dead and stood at the gate of the ruined palace, but there was no shadow of anyone there, the fire was doused by the rain, and there was a half-worn plaque across the charred ruins, and the words "Canwei Palace" were vaguely written.

Gu Chenxiao stood in the rain with his hands clenched into his fists and let out a heart-wrenching roar, "Murong Wei, I'm late." ”