People are destined to experience a lot of things in this life, meet many people, there are happiness, there are regrets, there are joys, there are also sorrows, there are endless memories, and there are unbearable pasts. But no matter what you have experienced, or what you are about to face, there are many things that cannot be escaped, destined to be experienced, to experience, and most importantly, to understand what you really want in your heart.

After Long Xinyue saw clearly that the person who came was unintentional, she nodded silently, withdrew her hand, and slowly retreated to the side, without speaking. His task has been completed, what to do next, that is the unintentional thing, at least before the unintentional return, he did what he promised the unintentional before.

Unintentionally looked at Murong Xue with tears on his face in front of him, looked at the pair of eyes that had already retreated from innocence, and the trace of entanglement and struggle in the depths of his eyes, the guilt in his heart once again disturbed his whole body like a river and a sea, he didn't know what kind of attitude to face Murong Xue in front of him, because all this changed from the moment he killed Murong Baili.

Murong Xue was also looking at Wuxin, who was close at hand, pursed her lips tightly, stared at a pair of red eyes, and her eyes flashed with a hint of painful struggle under her tears.

"Who sent you?" Wuxin finally spoke, but said something a little stiff, exactly the same as what Long Xinyue said. As soon as he finished speaking, he regretted it, and felt that he should say something else, at least ask her if she was doing well, but after thinking about it for a long time, he still said such a strange sentence, which sounded a little indifferent.

Sure enough, Murong Xue's face changed significantly after hearing this, and the trace of pain in her eyes also dimmed, on the contrary, there was a trace of disappointment, even despair. Then I heard her snort coldly and said, "Of course it's people who are like-minded with me, and people who want to kill you like me." "There is no joy of reunion, there is just a plummeting coldness.

"Who?" Wuxin stared at Murong Xue's eyes and asked again. Originally, he felt that he shouldn't use that way as an opening statement just now, but now he really wanted to know who the person Murong Xue was talking about was, because he wanted to know who turned Murong Xue into such a puppet now, so hard and cold.

"Your enemy is my friend, do you think I'm the kind of person who betrays my friends and hurts them?" Murong Xue had a sneer on the corner of her mouth, looking at Wuxin strangely, her eyes full of disdain. This sentence sounded more like a mockery of Wuxin, because Murong Baili was not a friend of Wuxin.

Wuxin listened to Murong Xue's words, frowned, was silent for a long time, and finally withdrew the foot that had always stepped on Murong Xue's leather whip, and then sighed and said, "You can go, I will treat it as if nothing happened today." He knew that the misunderstanding between himself and Murong Xue was even deeper, so deep that there was no way to resolve it easily.

If in normal times, someone dares to hurt Ruyi, then this person's end will only be death, but the person standing in front of him now is none other than Murong Xue, a person he will never be able to make a move.

Looking at Wuxin, who also returned to indifference, Murong Xue opened her mouth, stopped talking, glared at Ruyi not far away with complicated eyes, withdrew the leather whip in her hand with a flick of her hand, turned around and walked out, but she was no longer as comfortable as when she came, and her steps were not as firm.

Just as Murong Xue was about to walk out of the gate of the small courtyard, Wuxin suddenly turned to Murong Xue's back and said again: "Go back and tell the person who sent you, if you want to deal with me, then come at me, don't hide behind me like a turtle with a shrunken head, I'll wait for him to come to me." ”

Hearing Wuxin's words, Murong Xue's body couldn't help but pause, but she didn't look back, hesitated, walked out of the small courtyard quickly, and gradually disappeared into the night.

Unintentionally looked at the direction in which Murong Xue disappeared, and stood motionless. He felt that all this was his fault, but he was not referring to the killing of Murong Baili, but to Murong Xue's current appearance. Since Murong Baili volunteered to become Red Feather's minion, then he would have died innocently, but Murong Xue was innocent, she should not have gone down the same path as her brother.

At this time, Ruyi gently walked to Wuxin's side, looked at the uncertain look on Wuxin's face, bit his lip, and stopped talking. She knew that Murong Xue's matter had never been put down, and she had always been a piece of heart in her heart, but it had come to this point, and no one could change it, she didn't know how to persuade her, not to mention that she was also a woman, and Wuxin was thinking about another woman all day long, and it would not be good for anyone to be different.

Finally, Wuxin slowly turned his head, looked at Ruyi, and asked slowly, "Are you okay?" His eyes were full of concern and guilt, since Ruyi followed him, it seemed that he couldn't escape such a similar danger.

Ruyi shook his head gently, squeezed out a smile on his face, and said softly: "There is a dragon shopkeeper, how can there be anything." She once again brought up the different title of Dragon Crescent, intended to make a joke and make the hearts of the two of them feel a little easier for each other, but it didn't seem to work.

Wuxin didn't laugh out loud because of Ruyi's deliberate joke, on the contrary, he still had a solemn expression on his face. I saw him nod slightly, looked at Long Xinyue who was standing aside, and his eyes were full of gratitude.

Long Xinyue nodded at Wuxin with a smile and didn't say anything. He did what he should have done, and he knew that he did what he should have done unintentionally, and that was enough. As for the grievances between Wuxin and the woman who left, he didn't care and didn't care.

There are some things that you can't choose to escape, because even if you flee to the ends of the earth, what should happen will still happen, and nothing will change, it's just looking for an excuse that you don't want to face. Those who should go will eventually go, and those who should come will eventually come.

Another night passed quickly, and a new day was coming, and today was destined to be different from the past, because today the emperor's most beloved daughter, Princess Ziling, was going to get married, married to a distant place, a strange place, a place where I don't know if I could let her read at night.

But no one in the Shaolin Temple can be happy, because the emperor's condition is still not improving, and he is still avoiding guests, seeing the arrival of a good day and auspicious day, but no one thought that things would develop like this.

Princess Ziling has finished dressing up, the gold and silver jewelry have been dressed neatly, and the Yanmen Palace's palace has already arranged the dowry and prepared the carriage for the return journey. Everything was ready, but everything was like an ornament, and everyone was waiting, waiting for one person's approval, a holy decree, even a dictation. But there was nothing, no one knew what to do next, and even the Seven Sages King, who was the media-mediator at the beginning, had no countermeasures.

Until the third pole of the sun, the small courtyard where the emperor lived finally moved, Zhan Ying walked out of it unhurriedly, and called the king of Yanmen and the king of the seven sages into alone, claiming that the emperor was going to summon him, and did not mention a word about the marriage of Princess Ziling.

The Seven Sages King and the Yanmen King had no choice but to follow Zhan Ying into the small courtyard that they had always wanted to enter but had never been able to enter, and into the room where the emperor lived.

The room was dim, with only a few thin optical fibers shining through the gaps in the curtains in front of the windows, making it possible to barely see what was going on.

There was a screen connected to the gray gauze tent in front of the couch, and the emperor was lying on the couch at this time, lying there quietly. It seems that it was because he was too haggard, or he was a little unkempt in bed for days, so he found something to block it.

Seeing this scene, the Seven Sages King and the Yanmen King unconsciously glanced at each other, and they both saw a trace of doubt in each other's eyes. The Seven Sages King hesitated, raised his legs and walked towards the couch, intending to bypass the screen to see what was wrong with the emperor, whether it was really so serious, but he was blocked by Zhan Ying.

Looking at the Seven Sages King who was walking quickly, Zhan Ying took the first step in front of the screen, stretched out his hand to stop the Seven Sage Kings, and then said seriously: "Lord Wang, the emperor is still sick, it is not suitable to see guests, and his body is still relatively weak, all the expressions will be conveyed by the old minister after understanding, I hope the two princes will understand." As he spoke, he looked at the King of Yanmen who was standing in place, and said with an embarrassed face.

The Seven Sages King hesitated for a moment, squinting his eyes and looking inside, but the gauze tent was too thick to make it impossible to see what kind of picture the other side was. After hesitating for a moment, he finally reluctantly retreated to the place where he had just stood.

Zhan Ying nodded to the two again, then returned to the back of the gauze tent, and said a few words in the emperor's ear, and then saw the emperor lying on the bed move, and beckoned slightly. Seeing this, Zhan Ying hurriedly attached his ears to it, it should be the emperor who asked Zhan Ying to convey something, but the Seven Sages King and the Yanmen King who were standing outside the screen couldn't hear anything.

After a while, Zhan Ying straightened his waist, nodded at the emperor who was lying on the bed, turned around and walked outside the screen, looking at the Seven Sages of E and the King of Yanmen who were standing in place and waiting, his face was solemn, especially when he looked at the King of Yanmen.

Seeing this, the Seven Sages King and the Yanmen King didn't know why, they looked at each other, and they were both at a loss.

"What did the emperor say?" the Seven Sages King couldn't wait to look at Zhan Ying and asked, frowning slightly.

Zhan Ying thought for a while, and slowly said, "The emperor said," Speaking of this, he looked at King Yanmen and continued: "The emperor said that because he is sick and has difficulty moving, the marriage between Princess Ziling and the prince will be temporarily canceled and discussed another day. ”

Hearing Zhan Ying's words, the faces of the Seven Sages King and the Yanmen King changed at the same time, and they showed a look of surprise at the same time. Even if the emperor is sick, how can the auspicious day of the marriage be changed and changed, this is unlucky, and now the world knows that if it is suddenly canceled, it will inevitably attract some criticism.

The Seven Sages King was about to continue asking questions, but Zhan Ying had already spoken again.

"In addition, recently, it has been rumored that the Yanmen Royal Mansion is going to rebel, and the emperor wants to know if this is true, and hopes to hear the prince's explanation with his own ears. Zhan Ying looked at the King of Yanmen, and suddenly said a very sensitive word, with an expressionless face and no warning.

After all, it has come, and this layer of window paper, which has long been unable to hide shame, has finally been pierced at this moment. I don't know if the next thing to greet is a wave or a tsunami......