Zhu Qingxia smiled, dressed in gray and black, showing only two starry eyes.

He bowed his head with a sigh, stroked the flower in his hand with pity, and his eyes were pure and full of loneliness after the prosperity had fallen.

Across the night sky, looking at the emperor in the high-crowned dragon robe, and looking at each other as if he was looking at his former self across time and space, one left and one right condensed into the deeper and deeper eyes of Yue Wuzhi at the same time.

Two beauties, one is graceful and luxurious, suppressing a dynasty, and the other has experienced ups and downs, only accompanied by a flower, and the years have been cold.

The slender body and slender hand flowers have become a pole comparable to the emperor at this moment.

"Someone once asked me: Do you love the country or the beauty?" Yue Wuji is not tall, but he can stand on the stage, but like Taiyue descending, he overwhelmed the audience, whether it was the Praetorian Guards or the former Chu Yus, all of them bowed their heads and knelt on the ground.

This is the power of the emperor, this is the luck of a unified dynasty, controlling the eight directions, and coming to Wuzhou alone.

"Qingxia thinks about it, the emperor must love the country more. Zhu Qingxia didn't move, just whispered, like the clouds in the night sky, with an invisible meaning.

Yue Wuji shook his head slightly, moved slightly, and smiled to himself: "Those who know the widow, Qingxia also!"

The casual actions all affected the change of luck, forcing everyone to lower their heads more, and they did not dare to peek into the emperor's intentions.

Zhu Qingxia raised her hand lightly, dripping a few drops of bright red blood beads, floating on the purple and blue flower stem, and the open palm was densely covered with shocking scars, which were scratched by the broken fragments of the white jade bottle, and it was not until this moment that blood oozed.

"Hey......"

Seeing this, the emperor seemed to be extremely pitiful, sighed unbearably, and sighed softly across the ancient well, where the Xuanhuang dragon qi passed, full of vitality, blood stopped, and the injury recovered.

"Qingxia, every time you are so careless...... It hurts in your hand, it hurts in my heart......" The emperor whispered, frowning slightly, and all his feelings were revealed here.

Yue Wuji settled, like light and heavy, like floating and leisurely, a pair of majestic eyes, but never left the gray-clothed star eyes opposite.

"Forty years ago, I was drunk, I have been crazy for forty years, the country is picturesque and beautiful, and the poor fairy is different in everything. "In the two starry eyes, the rivers and mountains and the red dust are gone, only the beauties are left to make flowers and branches, gray clothes and green cold, and bright eyes in the dark night, but they are so real, far beyond the past.

Every word and sentence are full of affection, falling under the night sky, and spending time in the beautiful eyes of Qingxia.

After looking at it for a long time, Yue Wuji seemed to be satisfied, and sighed suddenly: "Qingxia, I'm already old, those old brothers in the past, dead and dead, Hugh and Hugh, these millions of miles of rivers and mountains, only I am a lonely person who is sleepy." The night is bitter and silent, only when I think of you Qingxia, I, an old man, feel a little interesting......"

Suddenly, he changed his indifferent tone and said: "This flower world will soon have nothing to do with me, but what I want now, I only hope that the world will be peaceful and all surnames will be harmonious...... What is not clear, the more it is, it is all fake, I hope that all lovers in the world will become dependents, and I only hope that the young and the old will have companionship, and it is enough!"

Zhu Qingxia listened, gently fiddling with the flower branch in her hand, but did not say a word, did not say anything.

Yue Wuji suddenly showed his old state, slowly paced, and finally stood five steps away from Zhu Qingxia, looked at the flower fixedly, raised his hand excitedly and wiped the corners of his eyes, as if he was squinted by something, and pleaded: "Qingxia, in Kyoto, I have set up a dojo for you, and everything is according to your wish forty years ago...... If you are willing, the Yue Chu family, I am willing to abdicate and make way for Xian, and accompany Qing to the end of my life, and I have no regrets in this life. ”

At this moment, the emperor seemed to fall from the altar to the dust, making people feel that this was just an ordinary amorous old man who was about to perish, only infinite feelings, but no longer the majesty of the emperor.

Ye Tianming followed the Qin family father and son, left the family ancestral hall, and was in the distance at the moment, listening carefully to the voice of the emperor.

"Sure enough, he is a natural emperor, with such a bearing and such acting skills, he is really very human. "Ye Tianming's goodbye is more and more ignorant, although the emperor this time is still condensed by luck, but it is the more Wuji's true colors, the real body is revealed, which is completely different from the phantom manifested by Shang Fang's golden sword last night, which is very infectious.

The people of the Qin clan have already bowed their heads, no matter how dissatisfied they are in private, they are still monarchs and ministers in person, and they cannot be disobedient.

Only Ye Tianming, hidden in the void, floated closer and carefully appreciated the emperor's performance.

With the appearance of Yue Wuji, more and more memories of mutual interactions have appeared in the past forty years, and Qin Ming's feelings for this emperor have gradually recovered, making Ye Tianming's mood a little complicated for a while.

Fortunately, he had already turned on the automatic enhancement switch of the "manifestation" function of the ancestral tablet, so that he would not show his traces again.

Zhu Qingxia spoke, looking carefully at Yue Wuming's eyes: "The emperor is serious, Qingxia can't afford to be treated so kindly." At this moment, everything is a foregone conclusion, you are the Dayue Supreme, I am the former Chu Yu, as for the so-called love, I want to thank the emperor for his affection. ”

The tone is tepid, like an old friend talking, lightly stating the facts, revealing determination and position, which cannot be changed.

When Yue Wuming heard this, he seemed to be a little excited, and his hand brushed his beard and trembled slightly: "Qingxia, ten years ago, you didn't say that...... In the past ten years, I have worked hard to govern the country, not to hurt the peace of heaven, to punish prudently, and to ensure the security of the people, just to hand over the file to you today, why, why...... Qingxia, what else did I do badly? You say, I will change, I must change!"

Zhu Qingxia raised her chin, her eyes became sharp, and she sneered: "Hehe, my emperor, your cheeks are really thicker day by day." It was only a war in the hidden country, and hundreds of millions of lives were devastated, and even the newborn child was never spared...... Is this what you call benevolence, and how can you let me go into seclusion with you?...... It's late, I can't change it. ”

Yue Wuming turned his head in pain, waved his hand again and again, and smiled helplessly: "Wronged, Qingxia, I can only blame the ghost country for going back on my word, I am really forced to be helpless......! For this reason, I fasted for half a year, and a glass of wine relieved me of the power of a military general, and even Qin Ming ended up depressed...... Qingxia, I have reflected on the past many times, as long as you agree, I will go with you immediately, and I will never ask about mundane things in the mountains and forests, and I will repent for the rest of my life. ”

Zhu Qingxia smiled disdainfully: "Hehe, what a 'me', a good 'confession'! It's really vulgar, don't say it! It's a pity for Qin Ming, it's a pity for Fan Zifan......

Hearing these words, the people who bowed their heads were all shocked in their hearts, drenched in cold sweat, and worried about their lives.

These topics are not without rumors on weekdays, and they have also been discussed and verified in private, but they never thought that they would be said by the parties themselves.

In particular, the blind man can also see that the emperor seems to have a soft spot for the former high priest of Chu, and these emotional entanglements also involve the founding marshal and the prime minister.

After hearing these secrets, can you really survive?

Especially Qin Ye's father and son, their hearts are extremely strange, could it be said that their father (grandfather) is an only child in his life because of this Zhu Qingxia?

Even if Qin Ye had more information, he had never heard his father talk about it, and at first glance he really had some strange feelings that he couldn't speak.

"That's it!"

The emperor finally got impatient, the sleeves of his robe shook, and he waved countless lucks, and even the night sky trembled.

"Qingxia, I can't imagine that you have such a deep prejudice against me, only blame those former Chu remnants for instilling too many paranoid words in you. Yue Wuming's expression was very painful, there was a kind of grievance of being ignorant, and some of his faces didn't understand his distress: "And follow me back to Kyoto first, and then I'll explain it to you slowly." ”

At this point, the emperor finally showed his majestic and domineering side again.

Since Zhu Qingxia didn't listen to the "persuasion", Yue Wuming turned into a big hand, stretched forward abruptly, and grabbed Zhu Qingxia.

"Hehe, so quickly annoyed and angry? The so-called Great Emperor is nothing more than that!"

Zhu Qingxia laughed angrily, floated up, and the purple and green branches in her hands suddenly became larger, blocking in front of the giant hand.

"Close!"

Yue Wuming didn't say much, but his lips moved lightly, and he spit out slightly, and the hand of luck suddenly rose again, enveloping all the purple and green branches.

Then, his right hand stretched out again, carrying the power of supreme luck, and grabbed Zhu Qingxia's waist: "Qingxia, don't be willful." ”

"Let go!"

Zhu Qingxia's face changed, she really didn't expect that after ten years of not seeing, Yue Wuming was not only more shameless, but also her strength reached the point of raising her hands to cover the sky.

tried his best, and it was easy to break free, his face was already pale, and next time I was afraid that he would lose the power to resist.

"You were able to mobilize the power of Wuzhou Sancheng's luck? How is this possible? Is it because of Qin Ming?" Zhu Qingxia was shocked and asked again and again, but she vaguely had an answer in her heart.

Yue Wuming made two shots, but he never won Zhu Qingxia, and he was already slightly angry in his heart, and at this moment, he was even more unhappy when he heard Zhu Qingxia mention Qin Ming again.

Immediately snorted coldly, and turned his palm towards the purple and green branches that were shrouded in a big hand: "Qingxia, don't force me!"

Click!

The purple and green branches, although they are fairy flowers, are only a branch after all, where can they withstand the blow of Wuzhou Sancheng's luck.

The purple and green gas, full of mist, turned into a little purple and blue flower phantom in the sky, decorating the night sky, like fireworks after the explosion, particularly gorgeous and dazzling.

Immediately, he disappeared out of thin air and merged into the luck of Dayue.

Yue Wuming immediately felt that his luck had strengthened by another point, and he strengthened his thoughts in his heart, and with a flick of his fingers, the silk thread of Dao Qi luck flew towards all the former Chu remnants present.

Boom Boom Boom ......

For example, the strings are broken, the heart is cut off, the sound of the ringing is endless, and the silk threads of luck are snatched out of the body of the remnants of the purple and green qi, which is as free as fishing nothingness.

In the back garden, the man in gray and the man in black did not let out a scream, and then turned into dust, drifting down into the dark night with the slight night breeze, where to find the slightest trace.

"Qingxia, let's go?"

Yue Wuming stretched out his hand, with a confident and undeniable smile on his face, and there was tenderness that had been brewing for forty years in his domineering.

It's a pity that Zhu Qingxia, who was lonely, only sighed in disappointment, and said quietly: "Your gentleness, Qingxia may not be able to stand it......"

The Emperor continued to smile: "Do you can't afford it, or don't you want to bear it?"

Zhu Qingxia didn't say anything, but another old voice suddenly sounded from behind the rockery: "Ahem...... Emperor, I'm afraid that your path is a little wrong! This devours the fortune of the previous dynasty, can your old body really bear it?"

Hear the words.

Yue Wuming smiled, looked at the old man who slowly appeared beside Zhu Qingxia, and sighed heavily: "I've been waiting for you for a long time...... You shouldn't have come......"