"Emperor, the messenger of the Haotian God is about to arrive at the East Imperial Palace!"

"Gu Yue, you go first. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info They want my life. If I die, you might be able to escape. ”

"Emperor, I want to go together! How can I, Gu Yue, be a villain who is greedy for life and afraid of death, and betrays his lord to survive!"

"Gu Yue, let's go, I'll cut off! They are about to arrive! Don't forget the task I gave you!"

"Emperor's ......"

"Don't you want me to die?"

"Take care, Emperor, goodbye to the mortal world!"

"Gu Yue, my brother, we'll see you in the next life!"

......

"Ahhh There was a burst of pain behind him, and he couldn't help but touch his chest and moan softly, sweating like rain.

"Your injuries are not healed, don't move. A gentle male voice came.

Zhang Zixiang turned his head and found Yang Shuang sitting on the edge of the bed, his pale face full of exhaustion, and a pair of dark eyes looking at him motionlessly.

"You, did you save me?" Zhang Zixiang checked his whole body and found that the wound on his back had been treated, and it was very well bandaged.

"Yes, it's me. Yang Shuang smiled, as if the previous fatigue had dissipated with this smile, like a beam of sunshine in winter, piercing the cold and lonely cold.

"I ...... cough, cough, cough, cough ......" Zhang Zixiang just wanted to say something, but his throat was a little uncomfortable, and he couldn't help coughing again and again.

"Take a sip of tea to moisten your throat. You've been in a coma for three days, and you must be starving. I'll ask the kitchen to make you some porridge and I'll bring it to you in a moment. A steaming teacup was delivered to Zhang Zixiang's eyes.

Zhang Zixiang looked up and saw Yang Shuang smiling, his eyes full of concern and worry. He felt a little strange, but he was also embarrassed to refuse, took the teacup, held it in the palm of his hand and drank it all, and the warmth flowed into his stomach, sending warmth to the internal organs that had been silent for a long time.

"Rest well, I'll come to see you again. Yang Shuang saw Zhang Zixiang's embarrassment, and he also felt that the current atmosphere was a little weird, so he offered to leave.

But just when Yang Shuang was about to step out of the threshold, Zhang Zixiang suddenly shouted: "The question I asked you before, you haven't answered it yet." Can you tell me your answer now?"

Yang Shuang's footsteps stopped, but he didn't look back, just stood silently.

For a long time, for a long time......

Then, with a deep sigh:

"Now is not the time, wait until the future, you will know everything......"

Zhang Zixiang looked at Yang Shuang's back gradually moving away, he was so lonely, so lonely, and his heart was inexplicably painful.

......

"There were two groups of Assassins. The first one to release the cold arrow, the target should be you, big brother. He had fled after his failed assassination, leaving no trace. There were no markings on the arrows, and no evidence could be found. But this kind of arrow can't be done without a nine-stone strong bow, and it should be a strong man in the army. And if you have a holiday with your eldest brother, you will be killed, and there is such a strong man in his army who is willing to serve him, and it is none other than the general of the Shangzhu State, Wei Chi. In Yang Jian's study, Yang Shuang talked eloquently in front of Yang Jian, analyzing the origin of the assassin.

With a "bang", Yang Jian's face turned pale, and he slammed his palm on the table, smashing the rosewood table, which is known for its hardness and sturdiness. The powerful air wave knocked over the surrounding books, shelves, and chairs.

"This old puppet has always wanted me to die! The first two times he slandered with His Majesty, but he failed to kill me, and now he has used assassination!

Yang Shuang's face did not move, and then he said his analysis: "As for the other wave of assassins, Yang Da has not been in the Sui State Mansion for a long time, and it stands to reason that he should not know Zhang Zixiang, so there is no reason to assassinate him. And after the assassination, he committed suicide immediately, his meridians were self-defeating, and the true yuan was scattered, and he couldn't see the origin of the teacher at all. This person is so deeply disguised that even you and I have concealed it, and it seems that the talent behind him is what we should pay attention to the most. ”

"Is there really no clue?" Yang Jian asked eagerly.

Yang Shuang sneered and took out a small sword from his sleeve, the cold light was daunting.

Yang Jian only felt a chill in his neck, shrunk his neck, and asked curiously, "What is this?"

"Fish intestine sword. Yang Shuang gently swept the blade of the sword with his fingers, and before he could touch it, he had been cut a small opening by his sword qi.

"The person behind this is really generous. In order to make the assassination successful, I actually used the ancient divine weapons! Tsk, I don't have any use for this thing, so I'll give it to you. ”

"Is this the Fish Intestine Sword?" Yang Jian took the sword from Yang Shuang's hand and played with it carefully, "I heard that anyone who is assassinated by the Fish Intestine Sword will die, Zhang Zixiang was stabbed by this sword, and he can still escape death!"

Although the fish intestine sword is an ancient divine weapon, it is not qualified compared to the "he" in Zhang Zixiang's body. No matter how powerful it is, after all, it is just a mortal weapon forged by mortals, how can it compete with "him"!" Yang Shuang pursed his lips and protested dissatisfiedly.

"You always say how important Zhang Zixiang is. But when I ask you who he is, I keep talking about him. Now that we are all in the same boat, can you tell me who he is?" Yang Jian suddenly turned serious, his eyes looked directly at Yang Shuang, and he must give an explanation.

Yang Shuang shook his head helplessly, found a chair that was still intact and sat down, looked directly into Yang Jian's inquiring eyes, and said slowly: "Why do mortals have to get to the bottom of it? Isn't it good to be confused? Knowing too many heavenly opportunities, there will be a curse! Even if it is not retributioned on you, it will be repaid on your descendants, and even on the dynasty you want to establish." Even so, do you want to know?"

Yang Jian took a deep breath and asked hesitantly, "Why would there be a curse if you want to know his identity?"

"Do you still want to know?" Yang Shuang asked again, with a hint of banter in his expression, "Mortals are like this, they are too curious, and they want to know everything." But once it concerns himself, he doesn't dare to delve into it further. Give up! You don't know what a desperate punishment it is without experiencing God's damnation!"

Yang Jian stopped talking, just quietly stared directly into Yang Shuang's dark eyes.

Both of them were silent for a long time, and the atmosphere became very strange for a while.

I don't know how long it took for this silent war to finally end.

Yang Jian was unwilling to be kept in the dark like this, gritted his teeth, and said fiercely: "Heaven will curse God!" You also said that man will win the sky, why don't you want to live in a daze and suffer God's curse." I don't believe it, what kind of misfortune can I make Yang Jian suffer after listening to a few words!"

"It's better if you believe it!" Yang Shuang shook his head, wanting to persuade Yang Jian again. But seeing Yang Jian's resolute look, he finally gave up.

"Okay, this is your insistence, and in the future, God will punish you, don't say that I didn't remind you!"

"Yang Jian will never regret it!"

Yang Jian searched around, but didn't find any intact chairs, so he simply sat on the ground and listened to the truth that Yang Shuang wanted to tell.

Yang Shuang did not explain, but instead recited Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs": "Tun will go out of the East, and follow my threshold to Fusang." Fu Yu Ma Xi drove peacefully, and the night was bright. Ride the dragon and ride the thunder, carry the cloud flag and the snake. The long wife is about to rest, and her heart is low and careless. Qiang's voice is so entertaining that the audience forgets to return......"

Yang Jian was anxious and interrupted Yang Shuang's recitation: "I'm asking you about Zhang Zixiang's identity as a guard, I didn't let you recite poems!

Yang Shuang was interrupted and didn't get angry, just smiled slightly, and replied: "His identity is all in the poem!"

Yang Jian chewed carefully on the words that Yang Shuang said: "I will go out of the east, and I will follow my threshold to Fusang...... This is the "Dongjun" in "Nine Songs"! Could it be that he is ......"

Yang Jian reacted and looked at Yang Shuang in disbelief.

Yang Shuang nodded, and a reminiscing smile hung on the corner of his mouth:

"Yes, he is the Emperor of Donghua!"