Xu has been trained by the secret guard since he was a child, although Yan Wu has a brilliant and magnificent code name - Yan Tao, and her appearance is also as beautiful as her name, but her temperament is very lonely. Long Qingyao could feel the vigilance in her heart, just like he did to her.

Which master would have a heart-to-heart with the Dark Guard? And the dark guard has already lost her original intention in the dark (remnant) cool training again and again, and the only thing left is the desolate and lonely "soul" she wrote on the white paper.

"Will you fight to protect me?"

"Hmm."

"Why? What did your uncle use to blackmail you into working so hard? Long Qingyao was still curious.

“…… Your Highness should not know. Yan Wu glanced at Long Qingyao, her cold eyes were filled with frost and mist: "Your Highness is in the court, and the one you can rely on is Uncle Guo, why bother with the last residual temperature for a weapon." ”

Long Qingyao's heart seemed to be rubbed, and he felt that although Yan Wu was as cold and indifferent as ice mist, there was a kind of refreshing power, and he was about to say some comforting words, but he saw her walk to the glass screen, and her fingertips dyed with Kodan slashed at the center of her eyebrows, and a wisp of demonic flame fell.

"King Han secretly invited me to a private meeting that day, I'll go out for a while." Yan Wu's tone returned to her usual indifference and calmness.

Long Qingyao looked at her, trying to trace a little grievance and pain on her face, but that beautiful face was like a delicate mask, and the eyes that were connected to the ice were all rendered by the flames, becoming more and more charming (emotional).

She had a few private meetings with King Han and collected the camp of King Han's knot (party). Evidence of selfishness, attempted rebellion. On the day of the exile of King Han, he sat on a high platform and drank, and for the first time she did not stand behind him, but leaned against the railing and watched the desolate figure go away, spilling a glass of residual wine.

"Are you afraid, the birds are all hidden?" Long Qingyao walked up to her and stared into her eyes, the ice crystal reflecting the long dust and smoke of the imperial city.

"Your Highness also thinks that the bow is only useful when shooting arrows?" Yan Wu turned her back, and three thousand green silks fluttered in the wind like ink butterflies, looking for a place to perch.

Long Qingyao was dumbfounded by the question, but his mood was always one step faster than his thoughts, and he reached out to touch her thin shoulder: "I asked this because, I feel distressed." ”

Yan Wu's slender body stiffened, feeling the temperature of his palm, this long-lost warmth, although it was not enough to make the frost in her eyes melt, but it also made her lips pull a half-curved and shallow ripple.

Thousands of red faces, not as good as your smile like smoke-

"There's nothing wrong with the sword unsheathed, at least ...... You are safe. Yan Wu raised her hand to block the sun, and quietly looked at Long Qingyao through the gap between her fingers: "We don't have to be so thorny and close to the end of the world." ”

I don't know if it's the scorching sunshine or the surging gaze, the slightly drunk feeling makes Long Qingyao just want to hold her hand, close her eyes and fall asleep, wandering in a dream.

But when he came back to his senses, she had already stood behind him, thinking that she had seen some secret letter in the distance, and the flame burned between her eyebrows again: "Your Highness, King Han is exiled to the south. Jiang, Your Majesty must be in a bad mood, you are half drunk, and the father and son just opened their hearts and chatted. ”

Long Qingyao's fingers swept over the flowers and plants next to the trunk, and put a star of dew on Yan Wu's eyebrows.

"Thank you, Your Highness, it's just that the fire burned in my life can't be extinguished......"

Since that time, the two of them have not crossed the "end of the world" one step, to be precise, it is Yan Wu who has been imprisoned by vines and thorns again, fulfilling the task of a secret guard and ruthlessness.

After a long time, Long Qingyao felt in a trance when she recalled that scene, and that brief heart-to-heart meeting was her instant wakefulness in the nightmare of the dark guard; Or is it a momentary dream in the frustrated years?

In his fourth year as the crown prince, she accompanied him through the long darkness, like a sword about to be unsheathed, and her edge was full of tiredness.

"Let's change her, go to my uncle's house in a few days and pick a new one." Although the weapon is good for a long time, the weaknesses are all known by the opponent. ”

"Your Highness is ready to change your sword."

"yes, you're tired too, aren't you?" Long Qingyao pretended to be indifferent, wanting to provoke her to take off her mask and see if she had hidden affection in her heart. When he woke up again, he was so tied by ropes that he couldn't move, and his throat was even more scorching, and Yan Wu also fell to the side with the same treatment.

The sharp dagger crossed his throat, slashing playfully, it seemed to be a careful calculation, knowing Yan Wu's martial arts, he used the secret poison in a bad way.

"Hmm, hmm......" Yan Wu struggled beside her, making a muffled voice.

"Beauty don't have to be afraid, don't you follow our master in the future, won't it be the same. Our master is much more pitiful than he is, and he doesn't like the new and hate the old. The masked man glanced at Long Qingyao.

Long Qingyao's heart sank, and the half-joked he had only said turned out to be a sharp weapon for the assassin's separation.

"Okay, let me and him ...... One last word? Yan Wu hoarsely spoke, her beautiful eyes were like ice lamps burning with flames, staring at the eyes of the assassin, which was impossible to refuse.

As if the assassin was captured, he acquiesced to her towards Long Qingyao's side. Crawl away. Long Qingyao felt that his consciousness was about to dissipate in the burning pain of the poison, and Yan Wan's voice seemed to float from the sky, like a cool breeze, evoking a trace of clarity in his heart.

"Actually, I ...... I have always admired His Royal Highness. After Yan Wu finished speaking, she pounced on Long Qingyao and kissed him on the lips.

The slightly cool lips were like peach blossoms wet by the rain, Long Qingyao's thoughts gradually became clearer, and before she could feel anything, she found that she was anxiously sending something into her mouth. Between his eyes, he suddenly understood that there was an antidote hidden under her tongue.

"This brother, we are all secret guards, and we know the pain of heaven and earth, can I hold on to his hands on the road. I have heard that those who go to Huangquan will be able to meet again in the next life......"

She pleaded with pleading, and the flame in the center of her eyebrows burned, like a delicate (bewitching) star. Long Qingyao's consciousness had been roughly restored under the effect of the antidote, and he watched Yan Wu continue to play the bitter drama of infatuation, and his heart became tighter and tighter.

The assassin hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he could not defeat Yan Yu's sad eyes, and cut the rope on her wrist with a dagger, however, Yan Wu did not shake Long Qingyao's hand, but turned over and strangled the assassin's neck with the rope.

"I'm sorry......" Yan Wu didn't increase her strength, but the assassin knew that the mission had failed, and wanted to bite his tongue and kill himself.

Yan Wu hurriedly stuffed the handkerchief into the assassin's mouth: "Please Your Highness, forgive his life." ”

"I'm not going to be a secret guard anymore, not anymore!" For the first time, Yan Wu revealed her true feelings, buried her face in her knees and cried heavily.

"Well, if you don't do it, you can be my sister-in-law in the future." Long Qingyao coaxed her and hugged her into his arms.

"Is it really safe?" After a long time, Yan Wu slowly raised her teary eyes: "The shadow of the dark guard will be entangled between us forever......"

Without waiting for Long Qingyao to think of words of comfort, Yan Wu had already retracted Rou Yi into his palm: "But for the rest of my life, I don't want to give it to anyone except you." ”

*

Half a year later, Long Qingyao ascended the throne as the emperor, and Yan Wu became the concubine whose status was second only to the queen, but the other concubines were between her past and did not want to associate with her, and even spoke coldly and looked at her with disdain.

"Not happy?" Long Qingyao whispered in her ear, and Yan Wan, who was looking at the sky, came back to her senses.

"How so?" Yan Yu smiled softly: "I am spending the rest of my life with you, not with them." ”

"As long as Ah Yao looks at me, I feel very relieved and feel ...... Very clean. ”

Long Qingyao's heart seemed to be entangled with silk, and she was gently involved: "Sister-in-law will not be alone, I have asked my uncle to send someone to find your family." ”

When Yan Wu heard this, she trembled a little, and she clenched Long Qingyao's hand tightly, for fear of losing: "Thank you, Ah Yao, it's just me,"

She didn't say any more, and a raindrop fell on her eyebrows, splashing the broken ice.

To Long Qingyao's surprise, Yan's background is not low, her father was the prefect, but unfortunately died young, and there is still a mother and sister left in the family. When the mother and daughter learned the news of Yan Wu, they immediately entered the palace to recognize their relatives.

Mrs. Yan wiped her tears and intermittently talked about the past when Yan Chan was lost at the Festival of Lights more than ten years ago, and she and her eldest daughter were looking for it and were heartbroken, and her sister Yan Chan also sobbed. I don't know if it's the indifference cultivated by the years of dark guards, Yan Wu's beautiful face was clouded, but there were no tears, but she looked over her mother and sister in front of her and looked at the clouds in the sky.

"My sister must have complained that my mother and I didn't find her and made her suffer. In the future, I want to be by her side and take good care of her......" Yan Chanying's voice was clear, tears slid down her moon-like cheeks, like begonias condensing rain.

Long Qingyao specially allowed Mrs. Yan and Yan Chan to stay in Yan's bedroom to make up for the lack of family affection she had lacked over the years. Yan Wu thanked him, but the hand holding him clenched tighter, her soft wattle has always been cold, this time it is more like snow, faintly cold.

"Don't worry, we will always be with you and will never be separated again." Yan Chan saw Yan Chan's concern, held her other hand, and smiled beautifully and gently.

Yan Chan subconsciously raised her hand to block the sun, but Yan Chan's hand did not let go, she could only turn sideways to avoid the shadow of her sleeve, under the purple veil, she remembered the red blood she saw when she was a secret guard, and struggled to shake off Yan Chan's hand.

"Sister-in-law, don't treat your sister like this, please......" Yan Chan sobbed aggrievedly, looking at Long Qingyao with teary eyes.

Long Qingyao comforted Yan Chan with warm words, and when she looked up again, Yan Chan was gone.

"Concubine Niangniang, I'm going to look at the sky from the high platform again."

Long Qingyao sighed and wanted to go to the high platform to find Yan Chan, but Yan Chan gently shouted: "Your Majesty, your daughter-in-law is also rude for a while, and she must be a little ashamed in her heart, so let her be quiet first." ”

Yan Chan wiped away her tears, poured a fragrant tea for Long Qingyao, rubbed her temples for him considerately, slowly cleared her voice, and told her story.

After her father's early death, her sister was lost again, leaving her and her mother to rely on each other. When she was fifteen years old, she married a son of an official eunuch, but unexpectedly, her fiancé fell ill and died. Then her mother was also sick, she was worried that her mother would be lonely and unhappy after she got married, so she stayed by her side and no longer wanted to marry......

Yan Chan's tears fell on the back of Long Qingyao's hand, he was very moved, looking up at the face that was somewhat similar to Yan Chan, and the sense of pity gradually rose. If Yan Chan is forced to dye the blood-colored Manzhu Sahua, then Yan Chan is the Tingting independent moonlight hibiscus, and he is even more moved and admired.

Yan Chan has a gentle temperament, and her popularity is much better than Yan Chan's, the most important thing is that she didn't do a secret guard. Branch, the concubines are more willing to deal with her, and even Uncle Guo also mentioned it: "Yan Chan has been trained by the secret guard since she was a child, and the scheming city government must be guarded against, or Yan Chan is simpler, and her talent is no worse than Yan Chan, you should still trust her more in the future." ”

"Sister-in-law, I plan to make Yan Chan a concubine, so I will be called 'Concubine Yan', how about it?" Long Qingyao held Yan Yan's hand, and Yan's hand shrank slightly, but did not retract.

"Don't use the word Yan, call it 'Concubine Chan', or the emperor will give another word, in short, don't use the word Yan."

"Oh, okay." Long Qingyao was very puzzled, his fingertips caressed the folds between Yan Wu's eyebrows, the star flame had clearly been extinguished, but he felt a wisp of vain burning pain.