(Girls' Literature)

There seems to be a faint smell of blood wafting from the end of the nose. Mu Zicheng's soul. Whether to wander around here. Prime Minister Song's face appeared in her mind. I couldn't help but clench my fists tightly. The blood in his body was so excited with grief and anger that it seemed to be boiling. "Brother Zicheng. No matter how much danger lies ahead. Either way. I will avenge you. I must kill all those who kill you. ”

The more she thought about it, the more grief-stricken she became. A gust of wind blew. The surrounding leaves made a faint noise. Like suppressed sobs.

Mu Zicheng's grave. It's already overgrown with grass. She finally walked to the grave. Fall to your knees. Tears flowed down her face. I don't know how long I cried. Ling Dongwu was finally tired of crying. Sitting dumbly next to the tombstone. Place your head on the tombstone. The face is pressed against the cold tombstone. It seems that this is the only way to get closer to Mu Zicheng. The sun sets. The moon rises. A bright moon. The cold and lonely shine on the earth. But her whole body seemed to be numb. Life. Fate is plunged into the boundless emptiness.

Ling Dongwu closed his eyes and leaned against Mu Zicheng's tombstone. I don't feel hungry or cold. In a daze. It's like going back to the old days. It was the first time that he and Mu Zicheng fought side by side. Overnight at the foot of Tiantai Mountain. I relied on him...... She tilted her head. I almost fell. Wake up dazed. The shoulder that I leaned on in my dream was gone. Look around. There was only the darkness of the night. and a miserable and helpless heart.

A ray of light poured out from the sky. Ling Dongwu rubbed his legs, which were already sore. Slowly stood up. Girls' literature is updated for the first time, and hair is cut by hand. He smiled and said to Mu Zicheng, "Brother Zicheng." I'm leaving. Maybe I'll go far away. Maybe I'll never come back to see you again. But don't worry. I'm going to live well. I have been living peacefully and happily. She couldn't tell Mu Zicheng that she was going to take revenge. She knows. Mu Zicheng could hear it. He heard it. There will be no peace under the Nine Springs. So. She couldn't say.

"Brother Zicheng. I'm going to be far away from you. Do you feel sad. But who told you to leave me first? Leave me behind. ”

The breeze blows through the branches. Whimper. It's like a cry of a parting person. But Ling Dongwu held back the tears in her eyes. Take a few steps. Stopped again. I looked back. before striding away.

。 Just listen to the rustle of the trees around you. She whispered, "Who is it?" What are you doing sneakily? ”

But this time there was no sound of the trees.

After Ling Dongwu left Mu Zicheng's cemetery. Ride a horse directly to Qingzhou City. There was only one thought in her mind right now. It is to avenge Mu Zicheng. But as for how to get revenge. Her mind was completely chaotic.

The main street of Qingzhou. It's still prosperous. The flow of people is weaving. When Mu Zicheng just died. There have also been people who beat their feet and felt sorry for their chests. But it's been a long time. The sad people in this world are left with themselves. The past is like rubble. Those sharp pasts. The cold and hard only pierced her heart.

Ling Dongwu wore a big straw hat on his head. Girls' literature tries to hide their whereabouts as much as possible. She found a small shop to live in first. Originally, she planned to go to Xia Wenxuan's place. But I don't know why. She felt more and more in her heart that Xia Wenxuan was no longer the same person as herself. Xia Wenxuan's scheming is deep. Changeable. I can't see through it myself. I don't know if I'll be used by him again.

She has now completely targeted Prime Minister Song. I walk around the Prime Minister's Mansion a few times a day. But Prime Minister Song Cheng was scheming. Cunning anomalous. Even with heavy troops. and never takes it lightly. Fifty close to the dead were selected. Wherever he goes. They all have to be by their side.

The town of the King's Palace. Xia Wenxuan stood in the study with his hands in his hands. Girls' literature looked at the incense pieces in the luan cage and floated out wisps of white smoke. Listening to the person in front of him, he said, "Master." After Ling Dongwu left Mu Zicheng's tomb. I came directly to Qingzhou. Staying at Ruyi Inn these days......"

Xia Wenxuan was surprised and delighted. The handsome face had a joy that could not be concealed: "Really." Dongmai she's back. ”

"Yes. Recently, she has been living in the Ruyi Inn. ”

"She's alone. There was no one else. ”

"Nope."

"Tell this king about Ling Dongwu. Is she okay now? ”

"She's changed a lot in the last six months. I lost a lot of weight. The expression is also very melancholy. I look sad all day long. ”

"Got it." Xia Wenxuan was secretly happy. Ling Dongwu is naturally the more helpless the better. He wished that Ling Dongwu would immediately become helpless. It is good to be miserable and sorrowful. Now she's alone. Helpless. will let him rub it round and flatten.

Ling Dongwu is inquiring about Prime Minister Song's whereabouts every day. Looks like it's going to ......."

Xia Wenxuan interrupted him with a wave of his hand. Rubbing his temples with his hands: "Ling Dongwu wants to assassinate Prime Minister Song." ”

"Yes. Look at what she looks like. ”

"Hahaha. It seems that the news we spread at the beginning has had an effect. Look. Ling Dongwu didn't just because he heard that Prime Minister Song killed Mu Zicheng. It's time for revenge. Girls' literature" Xia Wenxuan squinted. Said triumphantly.

"The prince is wise. If it weren't for the fact that the prince deliberately set up a tombstone engraved with Mu Zicheng's name on that battlefield. We haven't found Ling Dongwu's whereabouts yet. ”

"Don't alarm her yet. Listen to the king's arrangement. Xia Wenxuan leaned over and whispered to the person in front of him. The guards understood. Go ahead and get started.

Xia Wenxuan saw the guards retreat. A man walked to the window. Look at the garden full of flowers and willows. Bees buzz through the woods. It's very lively. The pomegranate flowers bloom superbly. Lined with the oily leaves. A gust of wind passed. The tree was blown into a burst of flowers. for the window was open. A few petals as red as blood fell on the bookcase in a mess. He picked up a petal. suddenly remembered Ling Dongwu's flower-like delicate face. My heart mourns. Raise your eyes and look into the court. I saw that my eyes were full of red flowers. Burning sight.

Mu Zicheng's death. He is responsible.

Xia Wenxuan closed his eyes slightly. Think about the past.

This year has passed Chinese New Year's Eve. His older brother. Emperor Nanzhao was overindulged. Finally tired and collapsed on the dragon bed. And he secretly arranged for the imperial doctor to prepare a large number of Hui ** for Emperor Nanzhao. As a result, Emperor Nanzhao was insatiable. Eating too much. Finally exhausted. The sickness that dragged on for a long time.

Throne. About to become a vacancy. The emperor had no children. Only a few daughters. Qualified for this throne is he, Xia Wenxuan. Girls are literary but have the ability to obtain this throne is Prime Minister Song Cheng, who has a heavy army.

Empty throne. Let Xia Wenxuan and Prime Minister Song Cheng start to fight openly and secretly. The-for-tat confrontation between the two factions in the court. The minister's private deception...... At swords' points. The courtiers shuddered.

Xia Wenxuan didn't want to lose this opportunity to become an emperor. Prime Minister Song also wants to win the Ninety-Five Honor. The emperor's serious illness. The two secretly pitted each other. It has become a blatant fight for me.

Finally one day. The conflict between the two intensified. A quarrel broke out over each other in the Golden Luang Palace.

Two days later. The two are the most famous in the capital. The most luxurious "Lanyunju" meets on a narrow road. Girls' literature Xia Wenxuan is commenting on new music. Full of room temperature incense. The first flower in the capital sang and sang in front of him. It is the indescribable beauty of the scenery. At this time, listening to the entourage, Prime Minister Song also came. And be coquettish. Xia Wenxuan couldn't help frowning slightly. Know that something has to be worked out. The corners of his mouth tugged at a smile. Stand up. Come to the hallway. Just in time for Prime Minister Song to enter the next room. opened his mouth and invited: "Prime Minister Song." Please don't meet by chance. Why don't you come in and have fun together? ”

"Apricot blossoms are blowing on their faces to tell that spring has arrived. The lotus moves and the cicadas sing to welcome the summer. In the middle of the night, the frost and the chrysanthemum are dewy. The dark fragrance is accompanied by the snow, and the ...... is free, "Jiaojiao sings the tune softly." It's like a dream. The dance is very soft. It is like a willow in the wind. With the aftermath lingering. It's set. The light wisps of the yarn between the arms are like clouds. Spread out. Finally paved into a brilliant flower. Yingying has a jade face. It is like a delicate stamen in a flower. Set off a pair of bright eyes. Gaze wanders.

"It's rare to meet the Prime Minister here today. Be sure to have a good time. Someone's coming. and tell them to bring out the good wine. Today, we will not get drunk and not return. Xia Wenxuan said loudly.

Prime Minister Song smiled slightly: "The prince is gracious." But it's disrespectful. ”

Song Chengxiang and Xia Wenxuan's alcohol consumption is excellent. Half of a jar of aged wine was drunk. The two of them still couldn't see that they were half drunk. Xia Wenxuan and Prime Minister Song Cheng both talked about Fengyue with their own ghosts at the beginning. Talking about whose prince ** is a good kabuki. Whose silk string team is good.

Xia Wenxuan looked at Prime Minister Song twice. Suddenly, he said, "Prime Minister." Jiaojiao is so secondary. It is better for me to redeem him. How about sending it to the Prime Minister's Mansion. ”

Prime Minister Song heard it. Hurriedly shook his head again and again. His beloved concubine Hu Ami had been brought back by Ling Dongwu when he was sent to the Northern Desert. She's jealous. How could he be allowed to pick up an Oiran and go home?

Xia Wenxuan nodded and said, "The prime minister is also a busy man. Let's not talk darkly today. Let's talk about it. “

These words are speaking to Prime Minister Song's heart. "Good. I also have something to say to the prince. There was already a serious tone in his tone.

Xia Wenxuan waved his hand. The singers in the room retreated cleanly in an instant. He cupped his glass. Suddenly sighed: "Prime Minister." The emperor's days are numbered. ”

Prime Minister Song's cunning eyes could barely see what kind of expression it was. Nodding his head, "Yes." ”

There was a moment of silence in both men. They have been in the same house for many years. It's an adversary again. I have already thought about each other thoroughly. Today, though, I haven't said it thoroughly. But what to say. We all know each other.

A crescent moon rises in the sky. Like half a piece of remnants. The glow is cold. Faintly revealing a blue and white jade color. Flowing in the candlelight.

Xia Wenxuan's eyes seemed to reflect ten thousand points of silver light. Unpredictable. He said in a cold voice: "Prime Minister." If the two of us continue to fight like this. It's just a lose-lose situation. The Southern Zhao Kingdom fought for many years. The country is already weakened. To the north, there is the Northern Desert. In the west, the Xiongnu were constantly invading. Let's fight like this. No one can pick up a bargain. When the time comes, it will only let the Northern Desert or the Xiongnu pick up the cheap for nothing. ”

Prime Minister Song rubbed his fingers against the wine glass. The wine in the glass is as white as silver. There is a faint aroma. He opened his mouth and said, "What do you want according to the prince's wishes?" ”

Xia Wenxuan took a sip of wine. said: "Naturally, let's join hands." Sit together. ”