Chapter 117: Not by the plum, but by the willow

The deep palace under the cover of night has always been deep and quiet.

Tonight is different.

Between the thousands of palaces, there was an unsettling commotion, and then it spread more and more - one by one, the palace maids covered in white light, like stone puppets, walked straight out, and those who blocked along the way were knocked to the ground one after another.

Someone let out a sharp and frightened scream, and fled like a headless fly, but instead died in the hands of the palace maid who turned into a stone puppet, and blood spilled all over the ground.

Gradually, there were military eunuchs and janissaries who came to stop them, but they were also killed with one blow and became one of the unjust souls who died in vain.

The palace maids who turned into stone puppets were painless and fearless, and their natural divine power was unstoppable, their eyes were shining and dull, and they slowly moved forward in an extremely strange posture.

In the midst of the chaos, the stone golems stepped on the blood and stumps on the ground, and set the beautifully carved palace on fire.

The weather was dry and dry, and the fire soon ignited, rising into the sky with thick black smoke.

Inside the Forbidden Palace, countless beautiful buildings and pavilions were built during the Yundi period, and the entire main hall was made of wooden rafters, without a little iron nail.

Wood helps the fire, and the fire rises to the sky, burning high and brightly.

On a deserted platform, someone quietly stared at this flying flame, and his eyes flashed with satisfaction and relief.

A smile bloomed on Mei Xuan's lips, but then he closed his eyes, and two lines of tears slipped from the corners of his eyes.

"Father, I have finally avenged you......"

A gentle sentence, but it is deep in the heart.

She looked down at the chaos and killing, and in a trance, it seemed as if she had returned to a similar scene—

The childish girl, only about ten years old, had two round buns scattered, stumbling among the corpses and the tattered tents, searching.

"Daddy...... Where are you? ”

The ground was covered with blood, the battle banner and torn armor were scattered all over the ground, the smell of blood pierced the throat and sickened, and the little girl cried so much that she could not breathe, and she almost choked out of breath.

"Ying'er ......"

A faint call came from the tent of the Chinese army, and she ran desperately to burrow into the collapsed tent, which had been stained red with blood.

What appeared in front of him was the father with a pale face, sunken cheeks, and a whole person lying in a pool of blood.

The heroic father was already haggard at this time, and after many days of fierce battles, what awaited him was such a fiasco.

"Father...... Father! ”

She cried out eagerly, but caught a glimpse of the arrow feather on his chest that was exposed, and tears burst into her eyes.

"Ying'er ......"

Her father laboriously reached out and stroked the top of her head, opening his mouth to try to comfort, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

All the helplessness turned into a bitter smile and a light sigh.

"If I lose, Yinyang Pass will be lost, and the good eight hundred miles of rivers and mountains will have to be replaced by a new owner."

He laughed, and then spurted blood, staining his daughter's plain white sleeves red, and causing her liver and intestines to be broken!

"This young man named Qin Yu is really extraordinary......

He choked and coughed up a little blood, but his right hand spasmed and stretched out to the sky, fiercely, as if to tear apart the invisible and impermanent fate—

"But I'm not convinced, I'm not convinced!"

"If it weren't for the fog that suddenly rose...... The fog was heavy all night, and he couldn't see his five fingers, even if he took advantage of the night to sneak attack, our army would not have suffered such heavy losses! ”

He shouted hoarsely, unwillingly and resentfully staring at the vast sky light that came out of the hole in the tent, and the corners of his eyes were almost bleeding!

Then, he breathed sharply, and his whole body curled up.

"Father...... Father! ”

The left hand that held the only beloved daughter finally fell weakly.

That night, among the bloody and mutilated corpses, among the fragments of the broken but not losing the majesty of the king, the blazing flames flew across the sky as they did tonight.

Mei Xuanzhi narrowed his eyes, woke up from the similar firelight memories, and choked up in a low voice, "Father......"

The sound has faded, and it is difficult to chase the old people.

She quietly listened to the sound of the firelight, and in a trance, she could still hear her father's last "Ying'er".

At that time, her name was Liu Ying, not "Mei Xuan".

Her father, Liu Yuan, was the last general of the Ji Dynasty, who was personally added by Emperor Jing and Jiuxi, entered the palace with a sword, and was crowned with five knights.

Yanagihara's military power is so prosperous that even Emperor Jing, who is the Son of Heaven, has to retreat by three points.

Since the time of Emperor Jing's father, the emperor mourned, the imperial court declined, the son of heaven had no virtue, and Kyushu rose one after another, and since then, the imperial court has jurisdiction over only one-third of the original states and counties.

But Yanagihara has become the pillar of the imperial court with the strength of his own army, and even the Son of Heaven has to give him three points.

Such a strong man, but when he was guarding Yinyang Pass, he fought fiercely with a new army for nine days and nights, but he was defeated and died.

His death made a teenager's name resounding all over the world-

Qin Yu!

That is, today's Ninety-Five Supreme, His Majesty Emperor Zhaoyuan.

This name was also deeply engraved into Liu Ying's heart, so that in the past ten years, she has been wandering and going through hardships and dangers, and finally entered the palace as the daughter of a wealthy businessman, "Mei Ying".

She wants Qin Yu to repay this blood feud!

Mei Xuanzhi gritted his teeth fiercely, feeling the bloody stickiness rising up on his lips, but his heart was infinitely happy.

As the Son of Heaven and peerless martial arts, Qin Yu is indeed difficult to kill with his meager strength...... However, the barbarian "stone puppet technique" that he inadvertently mastered could drive a steady stream of palace maids to surround and kill him!

The secret of all lies in the white powder dyed on the new and unique palace clothes.

The white powder with a faint fragrance always makes the palace ladies think that it is rose nitrate and jasmine powder, who would have thought that this is a top-secret weapon to involve the entire palace in mixed killing?!

Looking down at the bloody chaos in front of her, a smile appeared on her lips, smug but desolate—

"Qin Yu, you are destined to die in this palace!"

Before the words fell, behind her, a clear voice suddenly sounded-

"Not necessarily......"

The voice is clear and slightly lazy, but it is unusually familiar.

She turned around in shock, and what caught her eyes was a familiar figure who got along day and night.

"It's you!"

She was stunned, and for a moment, she was like those stone statues that had lost their minds.

"Of course it's me, otherwise what do you think it would be?"

The ridicule with a smile is still so improper, the beautiful face is still so fascinating, and the eyes are moving, but it is a majestic smile that is completely different from usual.

Ji You slowly walked up the wooden steps, brushed the dust on his sleeves, and stared at her with a smile, "I didn't take a good look at you in a blink of an eye, and you actually came out to mess around again." ”

The words were relaxed, as if she was playing some childish trick and was caught by him.

(I've been busy for a while, I'll make up for last month's debts first)