"Er Zhurong, I did lose, but you didn't win either, wait to go back and explain to Zilong!" Empress Dowager Hu Ling took Er Zhurong's head and approached Er Zhurong's arms closely, with a resolute smile on her face. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Er Zhurong suddenly realized that something was wrong, turned his head, and saw that outside the circle of people besieging the city, a horse as red as a flame rushed left and right, rushing to the bottom of the altar.

It was the gale, the gale man stood up, and the Zilong on his back turned over and fell despite the danger, shouting loudly: "Uncle Erzhu, don't ......"

Only half of the words were shouted, Zilong saw a splash of blood, Empress Dowager Hu Ling screamed, lying on her back, a long knife, standing towards the sky, there were still blood stains.

Without saying a word, frowning and staring at his eyes, Zilong took three steps and made two steps, and rushed to the altar, and the officials were so frightened by this situation that they trembled, lest they be killed by the fish in the pond.

Yuan Ziyou saw that the Empress Dowager Hu Ling was actually pierced by a long knife, his heart was shocked, his eyes were moist, and he clenched his fists tightly.

Er Zhurong didn't expect that Empress Dowager Hu Ling would take her hand when she was dying, so that Zilong would misunderstand that he would kill her, but he knew that any explanation now could only be called a cover-up, and Zilong would not listen.

Finally rushed to the altar, Zilong knelt on the ground, picked up the dying Empress Dowager Hu Ling, and shouted hoarsely: "Zhen'er, Zhen'er, you wait, I'll find someone to save you immediately, I promised you, protect you, don't die!" ”

The high priest, who had been silent, suddenly opened his eyes, staring at Zilong who was kneeling on the ground, and the divine fire on the altar behind him seemed to be stimulated by something, raging flames, as if it were soaring straight into the clouds.

The great monk Wisheng also opened his eyes at this time, stopped chanting, looked at the heartbroken man meaningfully, shook his head, and sighed.

On the contrary, Er Zhurong was the most calm, standing tall, letting the sudden cold wind beat him, standing still, as if he had stood like a sharp sword.

"Zilong, don't get me wrong, no one hurts me, it's my own choice!" Empress Dowager Hu Ling's eyes were full of sadness, and the words she said made Er Zhurong stunned for a moment, and then frowned.

Empress Dowager Hu Ling is really thoughtful, at this time, if she accuses Er Zhurong of killing herself, Zilong will think that Empress Dowager Hu Ling has other purposes.

But this move is to retreat into advance, so that the image of Empress Dowager Hu Ling has become a complete victim in Zilong's eyes, and she is also a victim who takes care of the overall situation.

As soon as she said this, it was as if Empress Dowager Hu Ling wanted to let Zilong no longer have such a strong enemy as Er Zhurong, so she could even let go of the revenge of killing, this routine was simply too deep.

"Why are you so stupid, even if you want to do something, I can help you, why hide it from me, why hurt yourself?" Zilong's voice was almost torn, more shattered than his heart.

And Empress Dowager Hu Ling, knowing that her life was short, when she was dying, as if she wanted to be a pure self, she stretched out her hand and stroked Zilong's stiff face, leaving a blood-red palm print.

Empress Dowager Hu Ling was startled, looked at her hands, her face was full of sadness, almost condensed into liquid, and erupted from her eyes, choking, nostalgic, and regretful.

"If there is a next life, may God not let me enter the emperor's house again, as long as I am by your side, even if it is just watching from a distance, I am satisfied, don't remember me, I am using you, you know?" People are dying and their words are good, and Empress Dowager Hu Ling obviously can't control her expression.

shook his head fiercely, his voice was still out of control, as if he was enduring something, he breathed hard, and said with difficulty: "You will be fine, we don't want the next life, this life is enough, I will always remember you, engrave you in my heart, and never forget it for the rest of my life." ”

"Zilong, poor Zilong, if there is a next life, please God will never let you meet me again, as long as I see your existence, it will be fine, you are so simple, so kind, such a troubled world, how can you survive?"

Empress Dowager Hu Ling's tears flowed down in a flutter, there was no fear of death in her voice, only a thick regret, and she stretched out her hand hard, wanting to touch Zilong's cheek again.

But she seemed to be worried that she would shed blood on Zilong's face again, or the passage of her life, taking away all her strength, her hand stopped, she hung down weakly, her eyes became hollow, she looked up at the sky, and the last tear slipped down.

"If there is an afterlife, don't let me be like this, I just need to accompany ......"

The low murmur clearly came into Zilong's ears, Zilong didn't know who the Empress Dowager Hu Ling wanted to accompany in her next life, until the end of her life, he only knew that a woman who was inextricably linked to him had left this world.

Lowering his head, his shoulders trembled violently, Zilong stretched out his hand and slowly brushed the eyes of the Empress Dowager Hu Ling, the Empress Dowager Hu Ling finally stared, there was no trace of pain on her face, but the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, as if with a hint of smile.

"Zilong, she ......" Er Zhurong felt that he should say something, but when he saw Zilong stretching out his hand to stop him from continuing, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Zilong didn't get angry, didn't go crazy, didn't speak, didn't even have an expression, the trembling of his shoulders had stopped, he exerted his strength violently, picked up the Empress Dowager Hu Ling, who still had the last trace of warmth, and turned his head to look at Er Zhurong.

There was no hatred in his eyes, no anger, only a kind of loss and regret of losing something very important, and slowly walked under the altar, the divine fire of the altar began to converge and gradually returned to calm.

The high priest's eyes flashed, and he looked at the great monk Wisheng who was sitting on the side, the great monk of Wisheng pronounced the Buddha's name and shook his head, and the high priest also solemnly raised the staff in his hand, saying a series of strange incantations that no one could understand.

When passing by Yuan Ziyou's side, Zilong paused, turned his head, and saw Yuan Ziyou staring at him in horror, his body was about to curl up in a ball, and without speaking, Zilong walked down the altar, everything here has nothing to do with Zilong.

At least not for the time being......

The killing has stopped, and more than 2,000 officials, watching Zilong leave the ceremony of sacrificing the heavens with the empress dowager in his arms, talked about it and pointed fingers, but Zilong turned a deaf ear.

Gale followed closely behind Zilong, and the people in front of him, even the soldiers who were still confronting, all made way for Zilong to pass.

Looking at the distant back, Er Zhurong sighed loudly, not knowing what he was regretting, the sound of killing behind him rose again, the screams came, and the heavy smell of blood enveloped the entire altar, Zilong did not look back, just walked quietly and left.

"What? Er Zhurong slaughtered more than 2,000 civil and military people in the Manchu Dynasty? ”

"Well, Yuan Ziyou has been recognized by the ancestors of the Great Wei royal family and is ready to succeed to the throne."

"Eh, what about the Dugu Zilong who turned the clouds and made the rain? Didn't he contribute a lot to Er Zhurong? How's it going? ”

“……”

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Time flies, and the Dugu family, thousands of miles away, is in a bad situation, but the family is very happy because he is back. (To be continued.) )