At the beginning of the Zhuangzi in Wushou Mountain, Lu gradually left the sentence "I am different from you", he seems to understand a little now.

But is it really different?

He couldn't resist Nanwu because of fate. So what is the reason for Lu gradually leaving?!

Everything is silent, the huge Dongyi Palace is like a dark cage, and only Fengxi Palace can make Jiang Wuji hide in peace for a moment. However, now he only dared to stand far away outside the temple.

In the hall, Lu Feiwan's breathing was already inaudible, and his pale face could no longer see a trace of the vividness of the past.

Poria knelt beside her, took her hand, and begged in a low voice with red eyes: "Master, wake up, the saint killed Zuo Xiang, imprisoned the queen mother, and the eye-catching ladies in the palace were also sent away, the saint has been guarding you, wake up, wake up, okay......"

The person on the couch seemed to struggle for a long time, and his eyelashes trembled slightly a few times before he slowly opened them.

Poria burst into tears, and called out in surprise: "Master! You finally woke up, the slave and maid went and asked the saint to come in, and you waited for the slave and maid to ......"

"Poria ...... Other...... Don't go ......."

"Master, the Holy One has been guarding you, and he is outside the temple......"

Lu Feiwan shook his head and grabbed her hand with all his strength: "Poria, I want to go home, my brother said that he would take my ...... I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for him to come...... Help me beg the Holy One to let me go......"

"Yes, the slave and maid have written it down, and the slave and maid will ask the Holy One to let you go back. Master, don't be afraid, Poria will accompany you soon......" Poria held back her tears and held her cold hand tightly, trying to warm her up.

Lu Feiwan coughed lightly twice, and shook his head at her with a smile: "Poria, I'm not afraid." I don't want you to accompany me, you help me...... Help me take care of the saints, okay......"

Poria tears fell on the back of her hand one by one, biting her lip and nodding her head: "The slave obeys, and the slave will take good care of the holy ......."

Lu Feiwan smiled lightly and narrowed his eyes......

"Master...... Master......" Poria called in a trembling voice, however, the person on the couch never woke up again.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of swords colliding outside, Poria seemed to think of something, and rushed out, when she saw Lu Yanli and the Ouchi guards fighting together, she clenched her fists tightly and shouted into the garden: "Stop!" The queen is gone! ”

This sound, like thunder in the middle of the night, shook everyone's hearts.

Jiang Wuzhi took a step back sharply, and was held up by the attendant behind him.

"Holy Lord, Lord, the Queen Mother, do you two still have to face each other with swords at this time?" She knelt down heavily and asked the two most honorable men in Dongyi in a trembling voice.

Jiang Wuji's face turned pale, and he waved away the people behind him and staggered into the main hall.

A low roar of pain came out of the hall one by one, and in this empty palace, it continued to echo.

Lu Yanli threw down the sword in his hand, broke open his closed eyes, and slowly walked towards the hall step by step.

"Lord Wang, Miss She said, she is waiting for you to take her home." Poria didn't call Lu Feiwan's master again, but called her Miss as she did when she was not married.

Lu gradually raised his hand and patted his shoulder: "Poria, thank you for your hard work." It's the king...... It's late...... I'll take her home! ”

After that, he walked around the golden wire screen in front of him, and looked condescendingly at the man in the hall who was holding her sister: "Jiang Wuji, take away your dirty hands!" ”

Jiang Wuzhi heard this, his arms tightened a little tighter, his eyes were red, and he looked at Lu Wanli coldly: "Wan'er is the lonely queen, you can't take her away!" She was born with loneliness, and when she died, she would also be with loneliness. ”

"Huh!" Lu Wanli sneered and pulled out the dagger in his sleeve: "I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint the saint, my sister Lu Wanli wants to go home, and no one can stop it." ”

He was like a Shura who had climbed up from hell, approaching the young king step by step, and just as he raised his dagger, a man in a blue brocade robe rushed in at the door of the main hall, and he shouted: "Stop! Have you forgotten what you promised the emperor?! ”

With that, he hurried over and snatched the dagger from his hand.

"I know you feel sorry for the queen, but if the mother is still there today, can she watch her brother kill the king for her?! Lu gradually leaves, sober up! The man clasped Lu Deli's shoulders tightly, trying to regain his senses.

"Who will Prime Minister Xue call again? The former regent Lu Yanli had already died......" He glanced at Xue Lan lightly and continued, "The Lu Wanli in front of you is just Lu Feiwan's brother!" ”

Xue Lan had never seen the person in front of him show such a look, and the Lu gradually left in his memory was always a cold-blooded killing god on the battlefield, and his eyes were full of pride for all beings.

But at this moment, Lu Yanli was standing in front of her, and the despair in his eyes was like a quagmire, dragging people to sink.

He opened his mouth, but found that the original righteousness of the people and the way of loyalty to the monarch were choked in his throat, and he couldn't say a word.

Lu gradually left him and looked at Jiang Wuqi coldly: "Holy Lord, there will be your three palaces and six courtyards in your tomb, not late, she should be clean." Don't push me, let it go! ”

"Alone! Even if you kill Lone, Lone ......"

"Holy!" Poria knelt in front of him and interrupted him, "Miss, she asked the slave maid to ask for a holy thing." ”

Jiang Wuzhi's eyes trembled, and he didn't start: "I don't want to hear it!" ”

"Holy Lord, you have to listen." Poria slammed her head on the ground, "Miss, she begs you, let her go, Miss she wants to go home, she has been waiting for the prince to pick her up......"

Jiang Wuzhi buried his head in Lu Feiwan's neck socket, warm tears fell on her cold body, he was like a wounded little beast, shaking his head and roaring: "No...... Lonely didn't agree...... Lonely ......"

"Holy Lord, this is the last request of the young lady, please grant it...... Please......" Poria kowtowed to him until a blinding color of blood oozed from her forehead.

Jiang Wuzhi finally let go of his hand, and he said, "Poria cocos, don't knock, Lone Ying." She has to give her all the loneliness she wants, she loves you the most, she has to look for you for her, you get up, let her go...... Let her go alone......"

"Thank you, Holy ......"

Jiang Wuzhi gently put Lu Feiwan on the couch, and he reached out and stroked her cheek: "Wan'er, wait for Lonely, Lone will come to accompany you......"

As he spoke, he violently pulled out the golden hairpin on Lu Feiwan's head and stabbed it towards his heart, but the moment the golden hairpin stabbed into his chest, Lu gradually kicked the golden hairpin in his hand away.

Jiang Wuji sat on the ground and looked at him in despair: "Why?!" Why don't you let Lone go with her?! Why! Why! ”

Lu Yanli grabbed his bright yellow shirt with both hands, lifted him up from the ground, and said word by word: "Because you are not worthy!" ”

"Jiang Wuji, you are a bad seed! It was not too late for her to be so afraid of the girl who was bound, but she gave up her freedom for you, and guarded you in this deep palace for five years. And you, when she was alive, you snubbed her, and now that she is dead, you refuse to let her go, and drag her to bear the infamy of disaster?! ”

"Lonely!" Jiang Wuji roared and retorted.

Lu Wanli pressed him against the wall: "You have!" You recklessly purged the forces of the left prime minister, shook the foundation of the court, and wanted to leave all this behind and go with her. You regard the government as child's play, and put the people in dire straits, you have never thought about her! If the people had known that all their suffering was caused by the death of a person who had not been left behind, how much infamy would she have beared. ”

"In your heart, you only think about yourself!" Lu Yanli let go of his hand and watched him sit on the ground dejectedly.

He wanted to kill Jiang Wuji, but how innocent the people were, and how innocent her sister was. Dongyi's country cannot be defeated in the hands of her sister. His sister, who has been kind and benevolent all her life, should be the queen of Chunwan praised by the people of Dongyi, not the curse of the country who was insulted.

Lu gradually left to look at him anymore, walked straight to Lu Feiwan, leaned over and gently hugged the person into his arms, as if coaxing: "Feiwan, don't be afraid, my brother will take you home......"

Lu gradually walked to the door and glanced back at Poria who was kneeling in the hall: "Poria Cocos, can you go back with this king?" ”

Poria kowtowed: "Lord, the slave promised the young lady to take care of the saint for her." ”

As expected, Lu gradually nodded his head, and quickly disappeared into the vast night.

"Late ......" Jiang Wuji smiled sadly and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Xue Lan was startled, and shouted to the attendants behind him: "Pass the imperial doctor!" ”

At this time, Nanwu, who was far away in Sifang City, woke up suddenly, she covered her somewhat panicked heart, and slowly sat up.

Hua Rong, who was sleeping outside, heard the sound and called softly: "Master? ”

"It's okay, you can sleep." Nanwu lay down again, closed his eyes, and his mind was full of Fang Cai's dreams.

A strange man, standing in front of the king dressed in bright yellow, with countless cold arrows stuck in his chest, and the red blood bloomed on the placket of his clothes like a flower, which made people's hearts palpitate......

She stared and lay down on the couch until dawn.

Hua Rong saw that her face was not very good-looking, and while tying her hair, she asked, "Is the master worried?" ”

Nan Wu glanced at her, and before she could speak, she heard Shen Qingchen's voice outside the door: "Huarong, open the door." ”

Shen Qingchen was holding a dinner plate, with two bowls of porridge and a few side dishes on it. Hua Rong closed the door with interest, took the things in his hand, and listened to him speak: "News from Kyoto." ”

Nan Wu looked up at him: "From the Eight Desolations?" ”

Shen Qingchen paused slightly, shook his head and said, "No, it's the prince of the Ling King." ”

"Him?" When Nanwu heard this, he paused slightly, "What's the news?" ”

Shen Qingchen pursed his lips, was silent for a long time, his hand holding the handle of the fan tightened and tightened, and said word by word: "He said that he saw your Danqing in Ningfu." ”

Nan Wu's eyes darkened slightly, chuckled, and did not speak.

"Don't worry, there are so many similar people in this world, they may not be able to recognize you!" Shen Qingchen said hurriedly, not knowing whether he was comforting her or himself.

Nanwu took a sip of porridge and said lightly: "Even if you recognize it, what's the matter?" Although I owe him, I don't owe anything to Ningfu. ”

When Shen Qingchen heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that you can think like this." ”