In the pine forest fairyland, in the water mirror condensed by Bai Lan's sleeves, some figures flashed. When Shui Ruoyi saw it, he was immediately surprised. Bai Lan turned her head, met Shui Ruoyi's surprised gaze, smiled slightly, and said in a low voice, "It's him." Taking a sip of the sake in the glass, his voice gradually became serious, and he raised his hand and pointed lightly, "This is him, the descendant of the God of Creation." Turning his head to look at Shui Ruoyi, "This person is destined,"

"Haha." Shui Ruoyi glanced at it, her eyes were contemptuous, and she sneered, "Fate? He turned his head, looked away, took a sip of sake, and then played with the jade cup in his hand, and suddenly looked up, "Why, Bai Lan thinks that Shui Ruoyi is a person who believes in fate?" ”

"Haha!" Bai Lan stroked her palms and laughed, glanced at Shui Ruoyi, and said slyly, "My life is up to me." Bai Lan still remembers Ruoyi's words that day! Glimpsing Shui Ruoyi opened his mouth, as if he had something to say, Bai Lan raised his hand and pointed lightly, took a sip of wine, and diverted the topic, "If you look at it, it has begun." ”

If Shui Ruoyi raised his eyes, everything reflected in the transparent water mirror was the Xinwu City Lord's Mansion this time.

Cui Jinniang's slightly hoarse voice echoed in the huge palace room, screaming sadly, and crying blood.

How many swallows leave the nest and go north without returning?

How many flowers are scattered and the dust is gone?

How many leaves swirl in the air, dancing and meandering with the wind?

You can see, the rain returns to the swallow,

Accompany, slowly whirling.

You can see, the falling flowers are shaking,

Swirling with the wind, crushing the dust and smoke.

You can see, the dead leaves are separated from the branches,

Hovering, vaguely looking back.

I have seen fireworks shining, but the full moon cannot bloom.

If the ending can be changed, I will write for you.

A song is at the end, and a nostalgia is remembered.

Although it is not as good as Chanjuan.

The poet is exhausted, this is three thousand sorrows,

Just, a goodbye.

The desolate singing turned into a dagger, deeply rooted in Jiang An's heart, plucking the softest heartstrings. He clenched the golden cup in his hand, drank the rest of the wine in the cup in one gulp, his eyes were sad, he sneered, and muttered, "The poet has exhausted these three thousand sorrows, but it is just a goodbye, hehe." ”

Cui Jinniang's fingers seem to emit golden light, exquisitely staggered, jumping and dancing on the thin strings, and her fingertips flowing, telling a song like affection.

You can see, the rain returns to the swallow,

Accompanying, slowly whirling,

Because of love, superstition forever,

Only then do some people think about it without hesitation.

The song is sad, through the inner hall, fluttering out, and everyone who hears it is sad. Xiu Jie stood outside the door, listening to the sad voice, and was greatly surprised. Mother is a person who is very good at controlling her emotions, even if she is lovesick, she has never shown it for eighteen years. Today, why is it so gaffe? Surprised, he frowned, pushed the door open, and entered. When the soldiers stationed at the gate saw him, they knew that it was the prince's personal guard, and bowed their heads and saluted, but they did not dare to stop him, so they had to let him go.

A song was sung, and the old woman sitting in the hall burst into tears, wetting the blue veil. Her whole body trembled, her fingertips as hard as iron, this time it was dripping blood, her eyes were scarred, tears and bloodshot gradually slipped down. In the end, her voice turned into a whimper! Suddenly, I heard a sharp and poignant sound, and the pipa string that I had just twisted in my hand was suddenly broken! The old woman on the chair seemed to be unable to suppress the emotions that poured out, and her body suddenly slid down, fell to the ground, and whimpered and couldn't speak. Seeing this, Jiang An read her state of mind, felt her misery, and felt desolate in her heart, so he hurriedly stepped forward, helped her up, and said in a low voice, "Madame, please mourn." ”

Jin Niang stood up tremblingly, tears fell from the blue yarn, and whimpered, "Where the love goes, the sense of proportion is lost." She hung her head, as if a little ashamed, and muttered, "The prince forgives the sins, the prince forgives the sins!" The expression on his face suddenly became serious, and the dagger in his sleeve suddenly appeared, mixed with the sound of a fierce wind, and went straight to Jiang An's nest, Jiang An was shocked, and was stunned for a while, he never expected Jin Niang to make such a move, and wanted to fly away from it, but it was too late. The dagger is cold, Shura is dead, life and death are only in a moment! Everyone was frightened, and opened their mouths wide in an instant, Han Yi stepped forward, almost wanting to come forward to help, but he was already powerless! At the last moment, he saw a white figure flash rapidly, and flew up with a palm, knocking Jiang An out. Without waiting to turn around and dodge, the sharp dagger went straight into the back of the person, and he screamed in pain and fell on Jiang An. Jiang was calm, shocked, looking at the faces of the people, it was actually Xiu Jie! The woman heard the voice, as if she had been struck by thunder and lightning, and immediately fell to the ground, trembling and groping forward, her expression was in a trance, and she muttered in her mouth, "Xiujie my son, my son ......." Before it could be touched, Han Yi strode forward, angry and angry, grabbed Cui Jinniang with one hand, pressed him to the ground, pressed his knees against the scarred face, his eyes were angry, he slapped it away, and scolded, "Dare to assassinate the prince!" ”

Jiang An's heart was as if it had been cut by a thousand knives, and he was in great pain, and he struggled to help Xiu Jie up, but he saw him gasping for breath, and his face gradually turned purple. Yan Qingsong pulled Jiang An over and reminded him in surprise, "Prince be careful, the knife is poisonous!" Xiu Jie lost his support, fell to the ground in an instant, panting, his eyes were sad, he looked at Jin Niang who was caught by Han Yi, a tear slipped from the corner of his eye, coughed a few times, and a hoarse voice burst out of his throat, "Mother, why are you, why are you ......."

Before he finished speaking, he heard the young man burst out with a terrible and miserable cry, and the skin around his body seemed to be branded with a soldering iron, sizzling, and instantly turned into a pile of white bones and scattered in the hall. "Ahh - "When the maids in the hall saw this, they were so frightened that they looked like they were crazy. Jiang An was horrified and wanted to come to the rescue, but was stopped by Yan Qingsong, his eyes were sharp, and he said, "The prince can't!" slapped the feather fan with one hand, and sneered at the corner of his mouth, "Zhu Yancui, haha, the person who came is really vicious!" ”

The old woman's hands and feet were restrained, her sideburns were disheveled, and her cloudy eyes were dull and flowing, and she could only hear the birds and beasts scattered in the hall, but she did not know what was happening in front of her. She struggled, trying to grope for herself, muttering in her mouth, "Xiu Jie, my son, ......" Seeing this, Han Yi let go of her hands and feet, sneered, and let her sway, groping forward. Her hand touched a piece of white bone, a little hot, and suddenly shrank back, Han Yi stepped forward, grabbed her loose hair, dragged it down, and sneered, "That's bones." She covered her hair that was grabbed by it, rolling, and screamed miserably, "Bones, bones......." Han Yi sneered, "That's your son, Xiujie!" ”

Suddenly thundered on a sunny day, Cui Jinniang was stunned for a moment, as if she couldn't believe it, shook her head frantically, shrunk her body, covered her chest, blood and qi accumulated, and suddenly turned her head and spit out a mouthful of blood. Han Yi let go of her hair, threw her in the hall, and slashed her sword on her scarred cheek, a blood-colored wound bloomed, and said coldly, "You say!" Who sent you? The old woman struggled to crawl on the ground, her cloudy eyes looking at her hands, her hair scattered, her whole body trembled, and she remained there in a daze, like a pillar of petrified wood. Blood dripped from the wounds on his face and meandered into a stream. "Hahahaha......." She suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, and the poignant laughter echoed in the Xinwu City Lord's Mansion, like a Yaksha demon crawling out of hell, how desolate, how long. She closed her eyes, blood gushed from the corners of her mouth, Han Yi's face changed, she stepped forward and pointed at the acupuncture points on the old woman's collarbone, and said coldly, "Want to die?" It's not that easy! Jin Niang was stopped by him, her face was surprised, and she fell straight to the ground.

Jiang An in the hall was in a trance, as if he hadn't seen what had just happened, staring straight at the white bones in the middle, and shook his head for a long time, his eyes were sad. Xinwu City Lord Zuo Shikun was already frightened this time, and hurriedly prostrated at Jiang An's feet, kowtowing and bleeding, "The prince was assassinated, Xinwu's fault, Xinwu's fault!" He trembled in fear and kowtowed, "The prince forgives the sins, the prince forgives the sins!" Jiang An took a step forward, as if he didn't see the figure kowtowing under his feet, and walked to the pile of bones in a daze, squatted down, and picked up the white bones. His heart clenched inch by inch, and it hurt...... The overwhelming pain...... Looking at the dry bones in his hands, this is the young man with clear eyes and spotless, this is the young man who was naughty to him the day before yesterday, stuck out his tongue, and called "big brother". Jiang An closed his eyes, unwilling to look at the miserable state of white bones. In this turbulent era of war and the era of fate like mustard, this scene has been repeated by tens of thousands.

"I hope the prince will forgive his sins, Xiu Jie really doesn't know how to serve the people in the royal family......"

"Protect the Prince!"

"How dare not!" In a trance, as if returning to that day to discuss a gambling contract, I saw that the bright young man pursed his lips, put the sword in front of him in a serious way, and said solemnly, "Prince, the sword has no eyes, but be careful!" Such a fierce attack, what he was most proud of, the lightning speed, he could not have imagined, but it was used like this today.

Zuo Shikun knelt on the ground, trembled, and said angrily, "Cui Jinniang boldly assassinated the prince, and he should be cut with a thousand knives and destroy the nine clans!" Jiang An turned his back to him, stroked the inch by inch of white bones, his eyes were sad, and he sighed behind him, "Buried it!" He stood up, turned around, and looked down at Zuo Shikun, "One person does things and one person is responsible, Cui Jinniang is subdued, Xiujie is meritorious, and treat his family well!" You have no fault, get up first! The stone in Zuo Shikun's heart finally landed, and he was immediately grateful, leaned over and kowtowed, "The prince is wise, the prince is wise!" ”

Jiang An listened, closed his eyes, and smiled bitterly, "Today's tragedy, everyone laments, the city lord still doesn't want to pat himself." ”

Han Yi glanced at Zuo Shikun, snorted coldly, called someone, and dragged Cui Jinniang out who had fainted. When passing by the door, Hongxiang was shocked when she saw this, got up to stop the soldier who was doing it, and asked what happened with a smiling face, and the soldier was a little impatient, and blocked her away, shouting, "Hugh is going to be an eyesore!" While dragging the old woman out, he shook his head and said, "The assassination of the prince by the Diao woman is a capital crime!" Hearing this, Hongxiang stood there stunned, and then tears fell down in big drops, she suddenly took a step back, leaned weakly against the carved red door, her body slowly slipped down, squatted down to hide her face and cry bitterly, muttering in her mouth, "How can this be, how can it be so?" Madame is not...... Aren't you going to play the lute? She was in a trance, a little crazy, and muttered, "Fake, it must be fake." Childe ......" suddenly remembered Xiu Jie, a glimmer of hope welled up in her eyes, she stood up, took a step forward and was about to break into the house, the soldier guarding the door saw it, and pushed it away impatiently, scolding in his mouth, "Eyeless minion!" Don't look at what kind of place this is," he pointed with his fingers rudely and scolded, "Your Excellency's place, even minions dare to trespass!" As if he didn't hear it, Hongxiang grabbed him and shook it frantically, "My wife, you must have been wronged!" In a hurry, he took out a piece of silver from his bosom, stuffed it into the soldier's hand, and begged with tears in his eyes, "Let me go in for a while, and beg the military master to do well!"

When the soldier saw the silver, his face blossomed, his eyes seemed to glow with silver, he snatched it with one hand, put it in his arms, and blocked her away with the other, and shouted impatiently, "Where is the shrew messing around, come here, blast me out, blast out!" ”