"Boom-"

A golden-headed arrow with red tassels and white feathers shot out and flew straight towards the wooden target ten paces away, and the air around it was faintly agitated.

"Red!" shouted one of the guards standing by the target, as if he had hit the target.

This guard had just been replaced from the side door, and the guard who was originally guarding here had changed shifts with him because he couldn't support his body for three days, so he had to take advantage of such a rare opportunity to serve his master, and he had to take advantage of it and pat a few more sycophants.

"Get out!" A low and rough rebuke frightened the guard, who was a few meters away, immediately silent, his face turned pale, and he was afraid that he would be slapped on the leg.

The man who scolded the guards was an extremely feminine and handsome man, and if it weren't for Fang Cai's angry rebuke, anyone would have regarded him as the kind of sven and weak young man with picturesque eyebrows, sideburns, and a fair and beautiful face. This is a masterpiece to describe the red face in this world, and it is not an exaggeration to use it on him. The inky eyes hide an unknown whirlpool, and the corners of the lips are not smiling.

It is rumored among the people of Yan that only Meishizi can bear the title of beauty in this world, and the women in the country are ashamed to see her. Such a bewitching face was born on the body of a seven-foot man, revealing a penetrating yin owl in the charm.

The prince of Yan is a mysterious and fantastical legendary son of Yan and even the Great Zhou.

At this time, he was dressed in a set of white and gold-trimmed sleeved civilian clothes, with gold and silver threads piercing the clouds, his long hair tied up, and his body was vigorous. Holding a bow and arrow carved with a cloud pattern in his hand, he stood at the archery field in the backyard, but his face was covered with dark clouds.

"Your Highness, there is news from Chang'an, the eldest princess is seriously injured, and she is still in a coma and has not yet awakened......" An elderly eunuch stepped forward on the side, he had already guessed the reason for Shen Zhan's anger in his heart, but he had to tell him the more annoying news.

"Crunch—"

There was a piercing sound, and the eunuch only glanced at the sound, and then he was so frightened that he hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed his master's sleeve, and suddenly knelt on the ground, and everyone on the riding range was also so frightened that they knelt on the ground in unison.

"Your Highness, don't torture yourself like this anymore! You haven't thought about tea and dinner every day for the past few days, and the minions are looking at it in their eyes, and they are very distressed and anxious!"

The eunuch said, his tone revealing three points of fear and seven points of comfort: "The eldest princess was assassinated, there are many good doctors in the palace, and she will definitely wake up in a few days." His Royal Highness heard that the princess had been assassinated, and he had ignored state affairs for three days, had not eaten, and only cared about archery every day, and the prince was about to enter Beijing to face the saint, and the matter of supervising the country had completely fallen on the prince, and I hope His Royal Highness would think twice!"

Shen Zhan's left hand was dripping with blood, and the severed bow and crossbow were still tightly clinging to his hand. The scarlet color reflects the pale of the palms, which is so harsh that it makes the heart tremble.

He grabbed the placket of the chest of the eunuch who was kneeling on the ground, looked at him with his eyes, and with an irresistible force, he said word by word: "Inform me and arrange for me to enter Chang'an with him on the same day!"

……

At midnight, the long night of Qiwu Palace was lonely.

His bandaged hand brushed across the bookcase, and he pulled out a portrait from an inconspicuous corner.

Shen Zhan watched the woman in the painting slowly unfold in front of her eyes, and the window lattice sprinkled into a piece of moonlight, reflecting between her eyebrows and eyes, containing a tactful shimmer.

He closed his eyes, and what he saw was not endless darkness, but the lush sycamore shadows of the Cangting Mountain Qiwu Palace, the rich dark green that covered the sky and the sun, intertwined with a dazzling red, just like when he first met her.

At the beginning of summer, the summer heat of Yan Kingdom has risen, the strong incandescent sun is scorching the earth, a flowing cloud Ruyi steps stopped at the foot of Cangting Mountain, Gao Xiyue slowly ascended the palace surrounded by a group of maidservants, but he unintentionally played a prank and blocked the avenue of Cangting.

At that time, King Yan no longer cared about political affairs, and was addicted to male sex all day long, and he became the monarch of Yan who only lacked a false name, and was in charge of the life and death of a country.

There were no women, no intrigues, no dictatorship of relatives, no threat to his position as crown prince, but no one for his mother.

When he was a child, he often heard his father say that there are only two kinds of women in the world, ugly women and demon women. The ugly woman is an eyesore, and the demon girl is dying, yes, and he has never seen his father favor even a woman, and he doesn't even know who his queen mother is.

All he remembered was that on his father's dusty bookcase, there was a portrait of a woman, and on the dusty silk paper, the woman was smiling like a flower. He didn't know who that woman was, Juanxiu's eyebrows and eyes were not like ugly women, but he also knew that ordinary demon girls would not be collected by his father for a long time.

When Gao Xiyue appeared in front of him, her long hair was as long as ink and fell to her waist, and her eyes were dullly buried in the heavy red gauze clothes, and Ruyue's face looked smaller and smaller. A touch of scarlet appeared in the shadow of the deep sycamore, like a burning fire.

"I heard that you are the Yaksha that everyone in Chang'an fears? Yan Guo Shen Zhan, fortunately Princess Zhaoyuan. ”

She suddenly smiled, like a snow lotus blooming on a thousand-year-old temple, and her apricot eyes were calm and blue: "You know me, but why can't I remember you?"

A gust of wind blows, the shadows of the plane trees are swaying, and the blue sea is surging.

At that moment, he realized that in addition to the ugly woman and the enchantres, there was a third kind of woman in this world, who came from the painting and walked into your dreams every night, and her smile and smile made you haunt your dreams. She has a name and is called your sweetheart.

He called her "Ah Yan", which was the name of the woman on the painting, and that was also her name. She is the Zhaoyuan of all people, the high interest month of Chang'an, but she can only be his own A Yan.

Ah Yan called out every day to find the person with the Pixiu wrench, and Ah Yan only had a good person in his heart.

The son of Yan was brutal and desolate, bloodied the court, and was angry at the crown for the national mourning, which was just a snap of his fingers in his eyes. He wants to let this love, let this karma bind him to her, and no one can move.

The Buddha said that people have eight sufferings, birth, old age, sickness, death, resentment, love and separation, five yin and blazing, and unwanted. He is not afraid of death, does not believe in Buddhism, and does not practice bliss. If you can't ask for life, you are only willing to go to Huangquan with her, and you will never be born again.

On that day, she accidentally knocked over the candle flame in the study in her daze, and the bright firelight reflected the cold shadow of the sycamore, which became the saddest nightmare he had ever dreamed back at midnight.

"Shen Zhan, save my ......"

He had never seen her so panicked. When she looked at him, his appearance was reflected in the deep eyes.

"Gao Xiyue, let's jump down together today! I will accompany you in hell, and no one will dare to kill you!"

The sound of the hunting wind echoed in his ears, and he and she fell into the endless abyss, their bodies fluttering lightly in the wind, like birds with broken wings.

He hugged her tightly, a smile on his lips, but he froze in mid-air.

"Shen Zhan, save my ......"

She hung like a kite with a broken string on the edge of the stone wall, and when the wind blew, her long hair flew into the sky.

Her helpless voice was faint, drifting in the wind, like a portrait of an ember burned in a fire, drifting with the wind.

He pulled her up, and she fell limply and bonelessly on top of him, her eyes thick and inkstone.

The ugly woman is an eyesore, and the demon girl is deadly. And this third type of woman is an eyesore and deadly.

It was only at this moment that he was finally able to understand his father's absurdity.

……

Deeper omissions, sub-gauge hoof moons.

He raised his right hand, held the pen, and walked down the reworked painting, the font was elegant:

"Every year is negative, but the flowering period! When the spring is over, it is only appropriate to arrange the sorrow to send the spring back.

Plum blossom snow, pear blossom moon, total acacia.

Since the spring comes, I don't know it. ”[1]……

"I heard that you are the Yaksha that everyone in Chang'an fears? Yan Guo Shen Zhan, fortunately Princess Zhaoyuan. ”

"You know me, but why can't I remember you?"

Why?

==================================================[1] Qing Zhang Huiyan "Seeing Huan" Note: This episode has a cross with the plot of Volume 1, and several foreshadowings in it will be the key to Volume 2. Presented in this way, I hope that the second male will not lose at the starting line sadly...... ⊙_⊙b Khan added another sentence, the attributes of the three bowls are unknown, and I don't know whether I am my own mother or stepmother~ If you don't want me to abuse anyone, you must poke the bowl brother ╮ (╯▽╰) ╭ early