Nanshao Palace.

"Well done!" In the incense, Empress Hua Jin smiled with satisfaction, "Xiao Nai does things neatly and neatly, leaving no traces." ”

Wang Ding stroked his beard and smiled: "It's a clever plan, in this way, everyone in the world thinks that Ning Ranqing died in Beibi Mountain, died under the claws of fierce beasts, and has nothing to do with my Nan Shaohao." ”

Hua Jin nodded, but he was a little worried in his heart: "The spy reported that Chen'er and Emperor Dongyun met on the Beibi Mountain that day, and the two sides almost fought, and the palace was afraid when he thought about it. However, according to the description of the spy, the Dongyun Emperor seems to have been hit hard, and I hope this ending will help us Nanshao. ”

At that time, the situation must have been extremely dangerous, and if Chen'er and Emperor Dongyun fought to the death for a dead man, it really took her some trouble to make arrangements. In the end, it is her son who knows how to judge the situation, and even if he is sad, he will not act impulsively.

Sadness is only for a while, he is her son, she understands his heart, and he will definitely not be defeated because of a woman. Now that there is no bondage, it won't be long before he becomes the king of the world.

Wang Ding suddenly walked up to him and said in a low voice: "Niangniang, that Xiao Nai can be disposed of." ”

Hua Jin's eyebrows frowned, "What does the prime minister mean ......" kill him?"

"The most effective way to keep a secret is to silence it, and only the dead will not say it. Otherwise, if something happens one day, not only the prince may be furious, but even Na Dongyun may also use this as an excuse to raise troops to attack my Nanshao. ”

Hua Jin was shocked, thought for a moment and nodded: "What the prime minister said is reasonable, it is the kindness of the women of this palace." There must be sacrifices to achieve great things, although Xiao Nai is one of the best players in the shadow gate, it is time for him to sacrifice. Let's arrange this. ”

"The minister commands."

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Nanyue returned to Huai'an non-stop, and did not enter the prince's mansion directly, but went to the palace. went to the main hall to confess to the emperor first, and Emperor Nanshao not only did not blame him for leaving the army without authorization, but rewarded him a lot, because the battle with Xiliang without a fight was like an east wind blowing, and everyone praised the prince as the "god of war".

No amount of rewards and glory can warm the cold heart of South Vietnam. Coming out of the main hall, he went straight to Huafeng Palace.

When I walked into the palace gate, I saw Empress Hua Jin sitting at the head of the main hall, looking at him with a look of waiting for a long time. Nan Yuechen stood silently in the moment, silently looking at her without saying a word. Seeing him like this, Hua Jin knew in his heart, sighed, and spoke first: "Chen'er, you're back." ”

Nan Yuechen's expression softened, and he took two steps forward and said respectfully: "Queen Mother, Erchen came back late, and I am here to accuse." ”

Hua Jin breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this, she knew that Chen'er would not ignore her family and country for the sake of her children's private affairs, and he could understand her hard work. got up from the chair, walked down the steps and took his hand, and said softly: "It's good to come back, no need to accuse." Now you are the god of war of our Nanshao Kingdom, and the queen mother is happy for you in her heart. ”

Nan Yue Chen smiled and described in detail what had happened in the past many days, how to explore the surrounding situation when he arrived at the border, how to find out that something was wrong with the other party, and then withdraw his troops.

Although these have actually been reported to Hua Jin a long time ago, listening to his son talk about it again, he still relishes it. From his confident face, you can see the calmness in the face of hundreds of thousands of troops at that time. She is not mistaken, Chen'er has a good talent for governing the country and a pride in ruling the world. In the future, if he ascends to the throne, he will definitely be able to conquer the four directions and become the overlord of the world.

I wanted to keep him in the palace for one night, but Nan Yuechen said that he hadn't returned to the house for a long time, and there were many things to do in the house. I didn't see the unparalleled son in her mind, as soon as she stepped out of the gate of Huafeng Palace, the peaceful aura on her body disappeared in an instant, and there was only a murderous aura on her face.

Nan Yuechen knew that with his current strength, he would not be able to compete with the queen mother at all. He couldn't do anything but accumulate strength, and he didn't even have a chance to question "why". If it weren't for her, how could Qingran have died a tragic death?

The red cloth in his arms, hidden close to his skin, is a martyr he will never forget.

You must endure what others can't endure and become the strongest. He no longer wants to be manipulated, no matter who it is!

After entering the Prince's Mansion, he waved away the people who had been waiting for a long time, but his pace slowly walked towards that place. When I arrived at the door of the wing room, I smelled it carefully, and I could still smell someone's breath before, but now because it has been too long, there is not even a little bit of people's breath, and it is cold and lonely, only quiet.

The winter plum in front of the door is blooming brilliantly, and there is a faint fragrance in the air. The yellow flower bones and green leaves set off are so beautiful. I still remember that she stood under this tree, wearing a yellow gauze skirt, just like the color of the flower bones now, and the green leaves of the winter plum tree were printed into a painting. He painted her, she played the piano, he painted.

Draw? What about paintings?

Nan Yuechen hurriedly walked to the study, rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find it, and finally found the picture scroll at the bottom of the box. In the painting, she sits elegantly, stroking the piano and playing unknown tunes, which take him into autumn, skipping winter, and entering spring.

I can't stop thinking about how that piece was played, and he knows the rhythm, and he won't forget it after listening to it almost once, but now his memory is a little blurry, and he can't remember the melody of that tune. Fortunately, he still remembers the song Phoenix and Fei, and still remembers that under the moon, she played the piano, he danced the sword, and the two cooperated seamlessly and heartily.

The name Phoenix and Fei is to compare herself to the phoenix and she is the phoenix, which means that the two of them fly together. The jade phoenix qin is still there, and the exciting tune is still in my ears, but what about the person who plays the music? The smile on her lips, the frowning brows, and the wisdom in her eyes are all vivid, but where is she?

It turned out that on the painting, touching her face on the scroll, I couldn't feel her temperature.

A terrible pain pierced into the heart, and the numb heart was torn open again. Tears gradually slipped from his face and fell on the paper, and he hurriedly put away the scroll and held it firmly in his arms. Can't blur the painting, that's the only thing he has left, solace.

He sat on his knees and let the tears flow freely. It is said that the man has tears and does not flick, but he has not reached the sad place, and has been enduring to rush back, not letting the tide of love rush out, but at this time he can't bear it anymore, he is not only sad, but also heartache and despair.

Holding the scroll, he finally admitted the fact that he would never see her again, that he had lost her, and that there was nothing left but this scroll, a cloth with her blood on it.

Even if he has a deep hatred, he can become a king, but there is no more her by his side.

Qingran, his Qingran.

Shen Mo, who was lying on the roof, could hear the sound in the study without pricking up his ears. He heard an irrepressible cry of sorrow, and looked up at the heart fight in the sky, which flickered like her eyes. The prince is in pain now, and in the dead of night, he is overwhelmed with grief and weeps for her departure.

He was actually in pain, but there were no tears. The prince can cry, he can't cry!

On the way back, the prince asked him, "Shen Mo, would you rather follow me or her?" The question was inexplicable, but he understood, knew who the prince's "she" meant, and understood the prince's implied meaning. At that time, if he still chose to be loyal to the queen, then he would die, so he knelt down in front of him and swore that he would be loyal to the prince only in this life.

It's not that it's a last resort, it's not that I'm afraid of death, but from the eyes of the prince, I see a kind of essence of being a strong man. In time, he will never be as bound by people as he is today, even if that person is the powerful Empress Huajin.

He didn't know if the prince could see that this was the killing of the queen cloth, but in fact, it didn't matter, because the prince had already made a decision. In the future, it may be a political road to seize power, and Nanshao's court will not be too calm.

In fact, there is a secret that he has been withholding and not telling: he feels that Ning Ranqing is not dead.

Xiao Nai is a person he cultivated single-handedly, and he knows every technique well. The scene was set up as if it had been attacked by a wild beast, and there was evidence, but there was a flaw that he discovered. That's the fabric. He had seen cloth of the same color in the crevices of the branches, the size of a fingernail, in the cave, and he had every reason to suspect that the cloth had been taken from the place where it had been taken and placed on the spot.

The traces of the cloth being torn by animals and the tearing of human beings are two different forms, which is also the flaw left by Xiao Nai. So he made a bold assumption: Shaunai didn't really carry out the order, he didn't kill her.

Because of this secret, he can no longer be loyal to Empress Huajin. He will swallow this secret forever.

Looking at the starry sky from the rooftop, it was closer than the ground, which was a little different from the starry sky that she saw with her at that time. The way of the hijacking was the happiest time of his life, and he often slept outside, and he could see her quietly looking up at the starry sky.

Something faintly came from the wind. As a killer, the most important thing is agility and intuition.

Shen Mo immediately sat up, flew off the roof, and walked towards the place where the voice came from. actually went around to the backyard, and the sound of sharp knives breaking the wind was even louder. When he stared, he retreated and hid in the shadows.

The moon is in the sky, and the sword blade is cold.

In the cold backyard, a agile figure.

As if he didn't know that there was anyone around him, his eyes were shining, and the sword was everywhere, and a white light swept up.

The wind in the courtyard was faint, as if venting all the grievances between heaven and earth. It was not an ordinary sword practice, but a sword dance, and I once heard Xiao Nai mention the story of "Phoenix and Flying", saying that the sound of the piano can shake people's hearts. Now, there is no qin music, but the prince is dancing the sword, is it because the qin sound is in his heart?

I saw Nanyue Chen dancing with a sword under the bright moon. It was as if he wanted to imprint his life in this sword light. When the movement is turning, the momentum is like a dragon, the sword is like a hero, and the air swallows mountains and rivers.

Shen Mo's eyes were like torches in the dark, but he could see clearly, and he could see that the prince's face was full of tears.

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