CHAPTER XXXIX

I shook my head: "It's still too late. I won't be able to see you mother and son for the last time."

The Fourteenth Master smiled calmly: "That's enough. The battle in the harem was so terrible. You dare to assert yourself like this in front of so many concubines. How much risk you are taking. I know what to expect."

"It's nothing. Don't you let me leave it alone?"

The Fourteenth Master sneered: "You girl. How is it still like this. Seems to have done something good. As if it were all as it should be."

"It's not good for others. Good for you. Nature is as it should be."

"Good, good. Even if you're right. Just don't do that again. Don't say anything else. Even if the fourth brother is reluctant to punish you for anything. It will inevitably make it difficult for him to do it in the harem."

I nodded: "I know. It wasn't all out of the blue. There's no other way."

The Fourteenth Master smiled and said, "Okay, good. But it really can't be like that anymore. You know what."

I nodded, "Got it. Rest assured. How could I embarrass the fourth brother. Isn't that just a matter of urgency?"

The Fourteenth Master shook his head helplessly and smiled. Look at the moon in the sky. Whispered: "Yu Bing. Sing me another song."

I'm holding a wine glass. Look up at the moonlight. For some reason, he sang softly: "The wind at the end of the river hits the shirt, which is thinner than Jiang Bing."

There were a few empty ferries

Another year of cold snow outlines the trestle

Fill in a few strokes to dye my eyebrows

Drunk lying on the couch listening to the long night sword spike gently shake

How much is the past

A few red dates in front of the wooden house in the green brick courtyard

You cook a silver carp yourself

"Please make a move"

Twilight Dynasty

You're my unacceptable oleander

Rong several spring grass

A few lines of poetry

Boil a few antidotes

The smoke on the river urges the wild geese to fall like a sunset

Lin'an Mansion is unbearable from afar

Lonely sail far away, you wave your sleeves, I stand on tiptoe

But this reed is high

The road is long, and the grievances are still a little dashing

Why use the sword to unsheath

Sigh all your life and lose the world or be crazy or laugh

but only to bend your waist for you

"Please make a move"

Twilight Dynasty

You're the only cave I can't beat

Rong several spring grass

A few lines of poetry

It's a little lonely

"Please accept"

Every year

Who covets the title of the number one in the world

Who wants to be like the wind

I hope that everyone will grow old

It's better for me to give way

It's good for me to give way."

Sing the song "No. 1 in the World". The Fourteenth Master shook his head: "I really said something from my heart. What's the use of fame and fortune? Everybody's fighting. Everybody's taking it."

I shook my head: "Who knows. The fourth brother is so tired every day. I can't even sleep. Huang Ama was the same back then. That's it. And everybody is going to be the Emperor of Rausch." sighed. I looked at the moonlight. Thinking about the appearance of the fourteenth master dancing the sword just now. chuckled softly: "Fourteenth brother. Show me the sword one more time. I didn't see enough of it just now."

The Fourteenth Master nodded: "Okay. But. You're going to have to sing a song for me."

I raised my eyebrows and smiled, "Why are you still bargaining. That's it. It's up to you."

The Fourteenth Master got up. Take the sword in your hand.

I just want to see him dance the sword. I don't want to see too sharp sword moves. So thought about it. Sing this song "Dream Chasing Order"...

Sandalwood leads the window flowers through the window lattice

Silhouette of paper-cut memories in the dark night

I saw through the gray sideburns

The story is rugged and the heart is uneven

The Ruyi light screen is quiet and deserted

The orphan pavilion of the North Wind Ancient Road

The prosperity of this life is empty

Hongchen loves and hates rootless duckweed

Weathered, vanity, I go into hiding

Chasing dreams makes the floating life half-awake

Who is thin and sighs at the fame of the city

I'm slightly drunk

Wait for the dawn to be haggard into the bronze mirror

Sandalwood leads the window flowers through the window lattice

Silhouette of paper-cut memories in the dark night

I saw through the gray sideburns

The story is rugged and the heart is uneven

The frowns and sorrows are the end of the neighborhood

I burst into tears all night in disbelief

The Iraqi people love the autumn colors into the forest

However, the marriage is like a leaf

And I was in a hurry to find it in my past life

Chasing dreams makes the floating life half-awake

Who listens to my heart?

The voice-over plucked once was

Sizhu is light but sad

As I sang this tune. The fourteenth master held sword flowers in his hands. His snow-white mid-coat jumps, turns, and dances with his body. With a little elegant, a little merry, under the moon, faintly reflecting a little moonlight. But I don't feel cold. Instead, he felt as if the sword in his hand had softened a little. But the sword in the hands of the fourteenth master who really fought on the battlefield. How can it be completely soft.

He has one move and one style. Although it has reined in momentum. But I can still see the faint murderous aura and fierceness.

Sing a song. The sword in his hand was also recovered. Sweat on his forehead. Just threw his sword aside and sat on the stone bench. He smiled and said to me, "How's that. Have you enjoyed it?"

I smiled and nodded. Watch him grab the flask and pour it to his mouth. I couldn't help but be disgusted: "I just danced the sword. How to drink like this. Can your body do the same?"

He bowed his head and wiped his mouth. Smile brightly: "It's okay. Originally in the barracks. That's how it goes."

I watched as beads of sweat on his forehead slid down the curve of his forehead. Overhang at the towering brow bone. It's about to fall. Quickly took out the handkerchief in his arms. Stretched out his hand and gently wiped the sweat off his forehead: "The sweat is going to flow into his eyes. You don't know about rubbing."

"Hey, hey. Didn't you wipe it for me?"

I shook my head helplessly, "When did you start learning to be like this?"

The Fourteenth Master pretended to be deep. I thought for a moment and said, "Oops. Let's talk about it. It's more than ten years ago. That year. I went to the grassland with Huang Amma. Huang Ama let me race with a little girl. But that girl actually tricked me in the middle. And so won it. I'm going to be from now on. I learned it. It turns out that people can still be like this."

I spat on him, "Phew. When is it all going on? How can I still remember it? You're not ashamed. Such an adult. I also took out the things I did when I was a child. How old I was then. I'm only a teenager."

The fourteenth master patted my head: "Hahaha. You're now. It's like a teenage girl."

I slapped his hand away: "Now it's almost the same age as it was back then. It's still a girl. Fujin of my age in your house. I've already given birth to a girl."

The Fourteenth Master nodded. But suddenly he stopped laughing again. frowned and asked me, "You and the fourth brother. Why don't you have a child?"

I frowned: "It's only been a few days since the fourth brother ascended the throne. Where is it so fast. What's more. It's not me who is the pet of the pepper room every day in this palace. It's the concubine of that year."

That's a little sour to say. The Fourteenth Master pinched my nose: "You still know how to be jealous. It's not easy. I'm still light on you."

"Phew. How can I be so light."

The Fourteenth Master was really annoyed when he saw me. Smiled and shook his head: "Okay, okay. I won't talk about you." Then he changed his mind. He asked me again, "Seriously. The concubine didn't bully you that year."

I rolled my eyes: "It's good if I don't bully her. She can still bully me. You really didn't underestimate her. Just her brainless appearance. I didn't even bother to look at her. But there is a young man. The fourth brother still has to spoil her. It really me off."

The Fourteenth Master looks at me. Sneered: "Oops. Look at this little vinegar jar. Fortunately, the emperor said that he wanted to promise you to me. I didn't promise. Otherwise, I'm in this house. I don't have to be castrated by you with vinegar."

"Huang Ama. Promise me to you. When's it?" I've only heard this one point. Hurry up and ask him.

He frowned and thought for a moment, "Oops. It was forty-nine years. It's still fifty-four years old. I don't remember exactly."

"Forget it. It's all in the past. Don't want to ......."

Speaking of which. I think of Kangxi. I remembered the medicine he gave me when he was leaving. My heart is so uncomfortable that I can't do it.

The Fourteenth Master looked at me worriedly. The right hand gently held my face: "What's wrong. Why do you suddenly look like you're going to cry. It's not good to live in the palace. Wronged. Who bullied you. It's still that the fourth brother doesn't hurt you well."

I shook my head. He smiled wryly and said, "It's okay. It's just the wine that's at work. It's all good. Nothing."

The Fourteenth Master doesn't believe me in such a statement. Still frowning and asking, "What the hell is going on. Isn't it that those women in the palace are restless. It makes you feel bad. I'm tired."

I shook my head. Grab the small wine jar on the side, tear open the seal and pour it into your mouth. Took a big sip. A lot of wine ran down the corners of my mouth and into the collar. Wet my clothes. I lowered my head and wiped my mouth. Shaking his head: "Nothing. It's just a little drunk."

The Fourteenth Master sighed suddenly. Hold me in your arms. Let my head rest on his chest: "What's upset. Aggrieved. Just tell me. Don't want to say. And you burst out crying. I know. You must have a lot of worries and tiredness. But the fourth brother is so busy. You can't bear to tell him. The thirteenth brother is also busy. You can't tell him. It's suffocating. Don't get bored here. Anyway, I'm not busy or tired. You can just cry with me."

The words of the Fourteenth Master. Suddenly, I cried loudly: "Fourteenth brother. I'm so tired......"

"Hey. Good boy. Cry, cry, cry. Don't get bored. Brother Fourteen knows you're tired. Good boy. Cry. It's good to cry out."

I just cried. I vented like crazy.

Crying and crying. I'm finally tired of crying. Raised his head in embarrassment. But they didn't know what to say to him. Think about your emotions. I really feel a little hypocritical.

The Fourteenth Master smiled heartily: "Hahaha. You girl. After crying, he looked like a little rabbit. The eyes are red. The tip of the nose is also red. Hahaha. It's fun."

He smiled happily. It makes me angrier and angrier. I tugged at his sleeve. Wiped away tears. He threw his arm aside angrily.

And then I just lay on the table. Don't speak. Nor do I look at him.

The Fourteenth Master smiled. Shake me: "Annoyed."

I don't speak. The Fourteenth Master smiled again and said, "I'm angry."

I snorted. The fourteenth master hurriedly pushed me again: "Good Yu'er. Don't be angry with your brother. Good boy. Don't be angry. It's okay for my brother to admit your mistakes."

I still have my head resting on my arm. Only to finally turn his head to look at him. Pouting in annoyance: "I know it's wrong."

"Wrong, wrong. I must be wrong."

"Hmph. Let's see if you dare to bully me next time."

"Don't dare, don't dare."

I stuck out my tongue. The wine is a little high. I blinked. Yawned: "Seems sleepy."

"Shall I ask Xingde to take you back to camp?"

I shook my head in a daze: "Don't go back. I'll just lie here for a while." Say it. I can't hold this eyelid anymore. I can only let it hang down heavily.