Cutting Power (19)

Seeing the urn leaving, the people on the left and right hurriedly gathered around,

"Miss Changjue, are you okay?"

"Oh, what a sin, my hands are hurt like this."

A girl hurriedly stepped forward and gently wrapped Gong Changjue's hand with a handkerchief,

"Miss Changjue, go back quickly, Princess Wengyu is not easy to mess with, she is in trouble now, what if she turns back and hurts you again."

The palace chief was a little surprised, and the people surrounded her and said,

"Miss Changjue, you can avoid this princess in the future."

"Last time in Nanjie, she sat in a carriage, tied the golden pill with a thread, led the poor people in Nancheng to chase the car, and regarded the people as playthings. It can be seen that the princess is not a good type, Miss Changjue should be careful. ”

"yes, it's outrageous."

Gong Changjue frowned,

"The urn metaphor... She, is everyone afraid of her? ”

"That's natural, how can you not be afraid, she is said to be His Majesty's favorite princess, how dare we ordinary people say more and see more, if you anger her, there will be no good fruit to eat." The kid in the south of the city who grabbed the golden pill and tore the urn Yu's hand was nothing at the time, but now he died inexplicably, what a sin. ”

Gong Chang Jue originally thought that the urn was arrogant and domineering, but he didn't expect that she would tease the people like this and treat the people so cruelly.

The palace chief rejoiced,

"It's a good thing you didn't come, otherwise I would have been implicated."

Gong Changjue's hand was still dripping blood, and the people spontaneously wanted to send her back, but Gong Changjue politely refused, and said goodbye to everyone with a smile.

The people are still standing where they are,

"Alas, Miss Changjue is still thinking about us like that."

"I don't blame us at all for not coming to the rescue, to be honest, if we weren't ordinary people and couldn't afford to provoke us, we would definitely be the first to go up and save Miss Changjue."

"They are all ordinary women of their age, but one is in the sky and the other is underground, if our Miss Changjue can also be a princess, our life will definitely be much better."

"Even if we want to, it's not just that kind of person who is the princess, God's arrangement, who can say anything."

"Well, don't talk about it, you have to go home and cook."

Gong Changjue walked, but saw Chu Ranxuan and Guan Wuwang standing in front, Gong Changjue was stunned for a moment, turned around and left, but listened to Guan Wushu lazily said,

"Alas, Gong Changjue, don't run."

Guan Wu forgot to use light skills, and suddenly blocked in front of Gong Changjue, and when he saw her hand, he frowned,

"How did you do it, you didn't get so hot just now."

Hearing this, Chu Ranxin stepped forward, grabbed her wrist, looked at her wound, her hand was even dripping blood downward, Chu Ranxin's eyes tightened,

"What's going on?"

Gong Changjue did not answer.

Chu Ran said,

"Dingwang's Mansion is near here, I'll take you in to bandage."

Gong Changjue shook off Chu Ranxuan's hand violently and said coldly,

"If it weren't for Chu Shizi, I wouldn't have been hurt, Chu Shizi would have stayed away from me. Chu Shizi's kindness, I can't bear it. ”

Her voice was low and cold, but she didn't look into his eyes, she didn't dare, she couldn't.

Seeing him, she couldn't help but think of the bloody and devastated Gong clan in her previous life, and now as long as she looks at him one more time, it will be a betrayal of the Gong clan, God will give her a chance to do it again, she must not bury her relatives and her family again.

Weng Yu is already suspicious now, she must not let this doubt go on, now she has no ability to protect herself, she has no ability to protect the Gong family, she must cut off all possibilities that may put the Gong family in a desperate situation.

Gong Changjue lowered her eyes, turned around and strode away, she covered her hands and gritted her teeth. His eyes were red.

Guan Wushu wondered,

"What's wrong with her?"

"To chase or not to chase?"

Chu Ranxuan watched the back of Gong Changjue disappear at the end of the long street,

"I don't know why, but she seems extremely reluctant to see me, which wasn't the case before."

There was a haze in Chu Ranxuan's eyes.

A year ago in the spring, a woman with bright eyes and bright teeth leaned on the wall to watch him practice swords.

The wind pierced through the sunlight, through the canopy, and fell on her head, blowing her hair and her broken hair.

She was dressed in crimson clothes, and her eyebrows and eyes were burning. She held her face and looked at him motionlessly, as if there were thousands of miles of stars in her eyes, shining with a small light.

Like the waves in the sea, the sunlight pierced through the waves, shining brightly and covering her pupils.

is also like spring, warming his passing years, those painful, desperate and lonely years, with her, it seems to have become extremely gentle.

She grabbed the wall a little awkwardly, and the peach blossom tree planted by the wall was in full bloom, knocking down the peach blossoms on one of her ends.

And when he turned around, he saw it, but he pretended not to see it, and when he moved the sword, the strength was a little deeper.

The sword wind rose, and the peach blossoms in the garden fell to the ground.

She grinned, and he saw her happy face in the rest of his eye, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised.

The next moment, she suddenly did not hold the head of the wall and fell from the other end of the wall.

It was her maid who exclaimed,

"Miss!"

He was so startled that he hurried out to see if she was hurt.

Before he could go out, he heard a muffled voice from the other side of the wall,

"Shhhh

"Let's run."

Some panicked footsteps rang out.

He lowered his eyes and smiled, she was still so alive and kicking, thinking that it was okay.

She fell off the wall, only to hit him in the heart.

He stood in the courtyard with his sword raised, and the wind was blowing slowly, and he seemed to hear the whispers of peach blossoms flying in the sky.

In my memory, the pain of being washed in blood, burning with dark flames, and being killed all over the door seemed to be much lighter because of her inadvertent arrival.

When the south wind came, he didn't know which petal he would blow off, but when the petals fell all over the mountain, whenever he thought of her, she was already full of his heart.

The first time they met, when he was at his worst.

But she didn't expect that a few years later, she was still by his side, lying on the wall next to the tall peach blossom tree, treating him as a pearl.

She didn't know that a long, long time ago, she meant something different to him.

When the palace chief returned to the mansion, he saw that her hands were full of blood, so he hurriedly called Li Su.

Li Su cleaned the wound for Gong Changjue and slowly applied medicine to her.

"Miss, did you have any scars on the wound on your shoulder last time?"

The palace chief said,

"Fortunately, Dr. Li rejuvenated himself and did not leave a scar."

Li Su bandaged her hands for her,

"Miss, it's better not to hurt yourself unless you have to."

Gong Changjue was silent for a moment, and then said softly,

"Dr. Li is right."

"It's just that I want to ask, how did Dr. Li see that the injury on my shoulder was caused by himself."

Li Su wrapped the gauze for her,

"The shape is not right, and it is difficult for others to pierce into the shape of that wound, unless they do it themselves."

The palace chief smiled,

"I was careless, thank you Dr. Li for hiding it for me."

Li Su did not answer.

The palace chief said,

"Now, I want to ask Dr. Li to prepare a pair of medicines."

Li Su raised his eyes,

"What medicine?"

Gong Changjue raised his eyes and looked at Li Su, and Gong Changjue's voice was low.

And Li Su frowned slightly.

The slanting sun is like a shadow, reflecting the garden as if it is full of smoke, the palace chief jue is dressed in white and stands in the pavilion, looking at the distant mountains little by little, and is obliterated by the night so that only the shadow of blue and black remains.

Comb handed the sword to Gong Changjue, and Gong Changjue's gaze fell on the rickety sword spike,

Gong Changjue said lightly,

"Get out of the way."

Comb hurriedly hid to the side.

The palace chief drew his sword out of the sheath, and the cold light suddenly appeared, shining brightly on her face.

The night breeze blows, and the fallen flowers on the ground are blown up.

The palace chief raised his sword and pulled a sword flower, the sword wind was fierce, and the new leaves on the cut branches fell one after another.

The garment flew with her movements, stabbing, rising, turning, and returning.

Break through the silence of the inky night.

The remnants of flowers and fallen leaves flying in front of her eyes seemed to be the peach blossoms on the ground that fell under the sunshine when he held his sword and broke through the wind.

She turned around, the sword turned in her hand, her wrist subconsciously forced, clenched the hilt of the sword, the sword light sparkled like a trolling water, the sound of the sword breaking the wind was like a pipa clanging and breaking silk, like a long wind piercing the sky.

Her hand tightened the hilt of her sword and pulled it into its scabbard.

The night breeze was a little cool, soaking into her clothes.

Everything she once had the most splendor, beginning in early spring and disappearing in the middle of summer, including the people she once loved, and the bright crimson of the haze.

Comb took the sword in the hand of the palace chief,

"Miss, I heard that the Queen Mother will go to Wanguo Temple tomorrow to pray for blessings."

The palace chief said,

"Then we'll leave tonight, and don't alarm anyone."

Comb said,

"Miss, I've bought the paper kites, do you want to bring them now?"

Gong Changjue turned to look at a large handful of crimson moon flowers held out by Comb, and Gong Changjue said lightly,

"Naturally, you have to bring it."

After a round of mountain and moon send-off, the palace chief Jue rushed to the Wanguo Temple overnight and asked the little monk who guarded the door to spend the night, but he didn't expect that the little monk invited the abbot.

The palace chief stood outside the gate of the Wanguo Temple, and the abbot put his hands together and said Amitabha.

The palace chief also folded his hands and bowed back.

The palace chief said,

"Tonight, the believer wants to stay here for one night, I don't know if the abbot can allow it."

Abbot Dao,

"Does the donor know why this mountain flag is moving? Is it the flag, or is it the wind? ”

Gong Changjue looked at the mountain flags waving in the wind not far away, was silent for a moment, and lowered his eyes,

"If I smell it, it's not the wind that moves, it's not the flags that move, but the flags in my eyes move because of people's hearts."

Abbot Dao,

"The donor appears here, not because of the call of my Buddha, not because of the carriage, but because the donor's heart is changing, so it may not be possible to bear good results."

The palace chief said,

"The fate of the world is the end of the world, although the Buddhist family is not the world, but the Buddhist temple is the world, I only ask the abbot to save me from the sea of fire and help me extinguish the sin. The believer is determined to light the green lantern and walk with piety. ”

Abbot Dao,

"One step further, it is an abyss, does the donor have to repay the injustices of the previous life with the same method?"

The palace chief said,

"Since you believe that the woman has come, you have made a choice."