Shuyou's white fingers tapped back, and the sharp dagger quickly pulled out Luo Xiaobei's blood. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info her steps swayed, the wide dark sleeves hung down, step by step, moving her eyes to Kaiye's face.

A sad smile crossed the corners of her mouth, and she raised the dagger in her hand, and the smell of rust rushed to the tip of her nose, covering up the faint fragrance on her body.

She smiled, not speaking.

Kai Ye's arms reached for the dagger, and in his hand, a dusty oil lamp was catching drops of scarlet liquid falling down.

"Da, da, da!" "One drop, two drops, time, one second, two seconds.

"Bang!" The dagger in Shuyou's hand suddenly fell to the ground, and the dull sound made the pale Luo Xiaobei come back to his senses.

The wound on her arm showed no signs of healing, and the pain had swept through her brain. Beads of sweat the size of beans dripped like wax and oil, from the corners of her forehead, from her neck, drop by drop, into the dust of the tomb.

"He has never given me a heart, but I know that I have a heart! You also have a heart!" Shuyou said in a low voice, and her pale cheeks could not hide the smile on the corner of her mouth that was as bright as a blooming peony.

Her white fingers slowly caressed Kaiye's cold and tense face, the glow of the night pearl gradually dimmed, and the beautiful Danfeng eyes closed again a second ago, she finally said again, "Put me back!"

Kaiye's left hand, which had never moved, quickly caught her stiff body. The dark burial chamber suddenly fell silent, and only the blood that had not yet dried up was still flowing.

And his right hand, a dusty and inconspicuous oil lamp, filled with a lamp of blood, like candle oil, can never light a simple oil lamp.

Because of that lamp, there is no wick.

Luo Xiaobei's legs weakened, and the whole person sat down, she quickly pulled out a rag strip, wrapped her injured arm tightly, and stopped the bleeding.

But she couldn't faint, Luo Xiaobei secretly warned herself that if she fainted here, no one would care about her.

Including, too, Kaiye!

Kai Ye's face was expressionless, and he placed the oil lamp in his right hand on the ground, but Shuyou in his arms was gone, if it weren't for Luo Xiaobei's bloody hand to prove the cruelty before, everything that happened just now seemed to be just an illusion.

In his left hand, he had an extra wick that was tightly wound into a rope, and the glow of the darkness made the wick green. Kaiye's narrow eyes stared at the wick for a long time, and then slowly raised his head.

His eyes were falling on Luo Xiaobei's face, who was pale and his legs were weak, and his black cheeks seemed to have turned green with the wick, which was obviously shaking, but he couldn't see it really.

"I know you love to hear stories. He suddenly spoke, his voice low, but without the coldness of his past, he said, "I'll tell you a story, you just listen." ”

You just listen, not whether you want to listen or not.

The more painful the wound on her arm, the more conscious Luo Xiaobei became, she didn't make a sound, hung her head, and lowered her gaze to the dusty ground. Breathing slightly, as if he had fainted.

Kai Ye stopped looking at her, moved his gaze to the oil lamp, and began his story in a slow and calm tone.

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The emperor's entourage was huge, the north wind was whistling down, the banner was hunting, the surging Yellow River was rushing eastward, soothing and calm, the mountains were winding, and the river was like practice.

The honor guard traveled for thousands of miles, and the emperor with outstanding achievements enjoyed the peaceful and prosperous life that he had exchanged for his diligent government.

The mountains are hazy, fertile and verdant, full of life, and the winding mountains are like a dragon that has been crawling for a long time.

In front of the emperor's chariot, a person wears a high scarf hat and a narrow-sleeved shirt with a collar, the cuffs and collar are decorated with hook lotus patterns, the waist is girded, and his face is like jade.

He was calm and relaxed, standing in front of the mighty imperial chariot, followed by a woman in a different costume, with wide sleeves and dark red collar dark lines that did not hide the woman's delicate figure.

She lowered her eyebrows, her body swayed like a soft wave of water, the north wind raised her wide sleeves, fluttered like a trampling butterfly, and the melodious arc stirred up a touch of fragrance, through the north wind, falling into the reckless fields and mighty mountain peaks.

The emperor, who was no longer young, stopped his chariot, and a man in the same high hat stepped eagerly close to the man with a jade-faced face and richly dressed, whispered a few questions, and hurried back to the emperor's side.

The sharp voice was tactful and low, and the rickety back seemed to poke into the dirt, "Your Majesty, someone in front of you said that there is a treasure presented to Your Majesty!"

"Oh?" the deep and low voice with the power of the Son of Heaven came from behind the gorgeous curtain, and the emperor was full of interest, "who is it?

"That man calls himself Yanshi! As for what kind of treasure it is, only the majesty of the Son of Heaven can see it!"

A pair of delicate hands are weak and boneless to open the gorgeous and heavy curtain, the charming and tactful cheeks carry the afterglow of love, the cheeks are crimson, the eyes are like silk, a smile is like autumn water, mellow like spring dew.

"Then Your Majesty should take Mei'er to take a look!" As the name suggests, people are more delicate than flowers, and their voices are crisp to the bone.

The emperor held the delicate and weak hands in one hand, his heart was overjoyed, and the charming pampering in his mouth seemed to overflow the car, and the narrow and hidden sharp eyes swept the woman's delicate eyebrows, "You rest first, if this treasure is good, the widow will give it to you!"

The woman's heart is happy, her face is more and more charming, the corners of her lips are slightly hooked, if the spring water is blowing, the willows are caressing the wind, in the festival of spring and warm earth in March, the ripples are raised layer upon layer.

The emperor's majestic face smiled, and the moment the curtain was lowered, the majesty of the Son of Heaven turned around again, where was there still half a cent of tenderness in the hibiscus tent?

The man with a rickety back should not have seen it, and if he does not speak, he will not attract attention. Only obediently lead the way in front, without the emperor opening his mouth, he knows that what he knows, hears and sees must be according to the emperor's mind.

The north wind hunts, and in the season of rejuvenation of all things, a strong wind blows in these days.

On the way of the emperor's western hunting, he was destined to set off an unusual ripple because of the sudden turn of the north wind, but this ripple fell into the long river of history, but it was the most inconspicuous splash with the wind.

It's fleeting, it's inexplorable, it's impossible to verify.

The woman's lowered head was raised slightly, the corners of her mouth hooked a shallow smile, the danfeng eyes hooked up a touch of flirtatious prosperity, the north wind suddenly stopped, everything was quiet, and the hunting flag under the blue sky also lost its sound in an instant.

The emperor, who was no longer young, was supported by others, and he stood on the high imperial mill, looking down at the two people standing below him, whose faces could not be seen clearly.

The clothes are gorgeous and magnificent, not like the ordinary noble family.

The emperor's majestic eyes looked down for a long time, and then he slowly spoke in a cold tone, "Yanshi?"