After the gunpowder experiment was completed, Nizi handed over a recipe to Zuo Ci, which recorded the method of concocting fireworks.

After Wang Yue went down with Zuo Ci, who was full of doubts, Nizi remembered that the Son of Heaven had said that she wanted to see Dong Yuan.

turned around, came to the room opposite Diao Chan, lifted the bed, and the beautiful young woman lying in it was restrained.

"Woo~~~Woo"

The beautiful young woman's delicate pink face showed a frightened fear, and after Nizi galloped on her that day, she felt the pleasure of letting off steam.

But being toyed with by a stranger, or a stranger dressed as a man, Dong Yuan couldn't afford to enjoy it in her heart no matter what.

"Okay, I don't have to lock you up anymore!"

Nizi took the strip of cloth from Dong Yuan's mouth, so that she could finally swallow air.

"This sister, whether you want money or anything else, my father Dong Zhuoquan will satisfy you everything!"

Dong Yuan twisted her whole body, wanting to avoid Nizi who was getting closer and closer, her slender willow waist swayed back like a snake, and at the same time her face was full of sincerity: "I just ask my sister not to hurt me, whatever you want, my father will give it." And the Son of Heaven, Your Majesty will be desperate to save my ~~~"

"Whew~~~"

Also as a woman, Niko now has some sympathy for her.

But the truth, sooner or later, she will know one day, after sighing softly, Nizi sat on the edge of the bed and gently stroked the cheek of the pretty widow: "Your father Dong Zhuo was killed by the Son of Heaven in Dinghu Palace two days ago; And the Dong family was also slaughtered by Zhang Fei and Gao Shun on the same day~~~"

"Sister, don't laugh, my father and the Son of Heaven are like father and son, how could they die at the hands of His Majesty, this is impossible!"

"Impossible~~~Impossible~~~"

Nizi didn't say much, but turned her face out of the window with a blank face, picked up a flute, brought it to her pink lips, and whimpered and played.

The moment the flute sounded. Like the twilight sunset, the dead leaves are scattered, and the whole house is shrouded in desolation and sorrow.

"Sister! Stop the, my sister is uncomfortable~~~"

Dong Yuan twisted into a ball on the bed. Finally accepted the truth that Niko had told.

In fact, even if Nizi doesn't say it, Dong Yuan herself can learn a thing or two from the cheers of the outside world.

"Dong Thief is dead! The world is peaceful! ”

"The Holy Son of Heaven is in the court, and the Han Dynasty is rejuvenated!"

・・・・・・

These are the words she hears the most these days.

Although she has been kept in the house. Covered in the covers, but the sound in my ears still can't be hidden.

Even though she has been self-deceived and self-comforting, she will eventually know the facts, and she will eventually learn to accept them.

Now that the disaster of the Dong family's annihilation came out of Nizi's own mouth, Dong Yuan finally accepted this sad fact, her heart instantly hurt like a knife, and tears flowed down uncontrollably.

Crystal tears, like pearls with broken threads, rolled down her cheeks. Nizi saw it in her heart, and felt guilty about playing with Dong Yuan a few days ago.

Gently hugged her who was wailing in pain into her arms, patted her pink back, and gently advised: "If you want to cry, cry loudly!" ”

"The real pain is not crying, but not knowing how to cry!"

Nizi has also lost too many relatives, thinking that she can be alone from then on, but she didn't expect to meet the Son of Heaven, so as to take the step of changing her life.

"I'm just like you. Home broken! The clan is also destroyed! ”

After crying for a while, under the comfort of Nizi, Dong Yuan's expression gradually recovered.

Caressing the young woman's tear-beaded cheeks, Nizi reached out to wipe the tears from her eyes: "The day before yesterday." It's my sister's fault. Now, will my sister be able to accept my apology? ”

Hugging the real and real, flesh-and-blood fragrance in her arms, Dong Yuan stopped her tears, and there was a sense of solidity in her heart: "What do you say to forgive or not, all this has nothing to do with my sister!" ”

"These days, thanks to my sister, she tirelessly feeds me every meal. Otherwise~~~"

The jade hand was raised to stop Dong Yuan's next words, and Nizi said sincerely: "Remember one sentence, in the future, my sister's business will be my sister's business; In the future, I will not treat Qinghe badly~~~"

Fengyi World・・・・・・

Gently wiping the tears in the corners of her eyes, Dong Yuan, who temporarily restrained her grief, was taken aback after listening, and before she could react, the restraints on her whole body were untied.

With the help of Nizi, the young woman washed her whole body, and at Nizi's strong request, Dong Yuan, who had no appetite, ate some pastries to pad her stomach, and then drove the carriage to the east under the protection of dozens of soldiers.

The sky is always overcast in early winter, and the thick gray clouds that accumulate in the air seem to be able to collapse at any moment.

Dong Yuan came to drive the curtain, and the leaves along the way were almost gone, and only the trunk was bare, and the bark on the trunk was peeled off in the wind, which made her feel shocking at a glance.

When twilight fell, the dead leaves withered, and the blood-like glow fell on the dark gray river. The majestic rain beat the dark earth mercilessly.

In the Yuxiong Palace, the two gate gods stood at the door of the hall, one left and one right, and Liu Xie held an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, waiting for the young woman to return.

Looking at the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, Liu Xie's attention was distracted a little, this should be the earliest umbrella. Since Cai Lun invented paper, there was an oil-paper umbrella in the Han Dynasty that brushed tung oil on the umbrella paper to waterproof, and the literati would also inscribe poems and paint on the umbrella surface before oiling to express their feelings.

"Hey~~~"

Shook his head, threw away his distracting thoughts, looked at the heavy rain, his heart was a little blocked, at this time the young woman came west, how should I face it.

was cornered at the beginning, and had no choice but to use her; Now that she has succeeded, it takes courage to face her again.

Dong Yuan drove the carriage to the Imperial Guard Palace, opened the oil-paper umbrella, and under the escort of everyone, entered the palace to meet the Son of Heaven.

"Boom~~~"

A thunderbolt struck, and the winter rain fell silently on the ground like smoke and mist.

"Ah~~~"

With a coquettish cry, Dong Yuan fell to the ground, and the relentless heavy rain hit her whole body.

"Leave it alone!"

Pushing away the sergeant who stepped forward to support her, she got up with difficulty, walked slowly in the bleak and bleak rain, and in a hazy way, she saw the Son of Heaven standing at the door of the temple.

The coldness of her fingertips, the pain in her heart, in this cold night rain, uninvited, slid through her skin and reached the depths of her soul!

Looking up at the dark night sky, I wonder if it was rain or tears hazy her eyes?

Blowing the ripples of a pool of life, the cold wind is irreversible. The unswerving dream of thousands of years has finally turned into a little red duckweed, delicate and invincible.

That stubborn young woman is not Pan Jinlian after all!

Even if it is Pan Jinlian, there will be no more debauchery at this moment!

The majestic rain, after a while, turned into a light rain, ticking on the ground, playing a mournful music.

Opening the umbrella, Liu Xie took a step forward, came to the soaking young woman, and poured her into his arms.

"Your Majesty, please respect yourself!"

Pushing the Son of Heaven away, Dong Yuan wiped his face, I don't know whether it was tears or the crystal of rain, and there was only a faint coldness in his expression.

"Presumptuous !!"

Two thunderous tiger roars exploded in the night sky.

Dian Wei and Xu Chu hurriedly stepped forward, halberds and machetes, sending out a swarthy cold front in the dark night.

"Stand down~~~"

The undoubted dragon chant stopped the killing intent of the two door gods.

"Smash ~~"

The two of them strode behind the Son of Heaven, but the two pairs of tiger eyes stared at the young woman in front of them, for fear that she would offend the Son of Heaven again.

Throwing the oil-paper umbrella in his hand aside, Liu Xie accompanied her in the rain, and his little hand swept across the pale cheeks of the jade man: "In the past few days, I have suffered you!" ”

"Humph!"

The young woman turned her head, avoiding the warm jade-like fingers of the Son of Heaven, and only a cold face shivered in the night sky.

Her heart, after the pain, will not feel pain, only indifference fills it. (To be continued.) )