"Qin Saint" Chen Fengjiao built "Linjiang Pavilion" in Hangzhou, just by the West Lake, and "Poetry Saint" Yin Hualei temporarily settled down. Beijing City is still far away from her, only the West Lake is Chen Fengjiao's favorite place, between the green mountains and clear waters, she can think quietly and practice martial arts, the "ghost" slowly pulled out of the knife box, as if she saw her mentor Duanmuhong, Chen Fengjiao's face suddenly brightened, the knife set off her extraordinary and beautiful temperament, the light veil on the face was raised, like a gust of wind floating, showing many white whirlpools in the air. The lake trembled beside her, making a faint noise. The blades of her knives were extremely sharp, and the flying willow branches were cut one by one into colorful and scattered fine crumbs, falling like a drizzle.

"Poetry Saint" Yin Hualei stood beside her, with a solemn face, coming back from Huangshan, without waiting for the "cinnabar spring" that could cure the disease, he was inexplicably caught by a few people in black, and almost lost his life, if it wasn't for Chen Fengjiao's timely action, he was probably already on the Huangquan Road.

Yin Hualei no longer continues to look for flowers and visit willows as before, he is determined to take good care of Chen Fengjiao and stay with him for a lifetime, this long-awaited news is still not the right time, although Chen Fengjiao's heart is like a knife, but on the surface he is still quiet, and has begun to alienate Yin Hualei.

Looking at Chen Fengjiao's beautiful figure, "Shisheng" has no inspiration, and he also vaguely feels that the former love has gradually faded away, what is Yin Hualei is not very clear, the sudden change caught him a little off guard, from that inexplicable kidnapping, he was stunned, he didn't know anything about everything that happened in the future, Chen Fengjiao didn't talk about it, but the girl's evasive attitude made Yin Hualei feel like the mountain rain was about to come and the wind was full of buildings.

"Qin Sheng" Chen Fengjiao put all her energy on practicing martial arts, and the "ghost shadow" made a swishing sound, which was definitely the sound of death, Duanmu Hong's figure appeared in front of her eyes more than once, and the "ghost shadow" in her hand trembled. Even though she held it steadily, the sword still jumped up and down, like a restless heartbeat, which made the "Piano Saint" panic, and she could not stop the dance of the "ghost", just as she could not stop the jumping footsteps on the stage, the music and the drums.

From the moment she saw the "Arrow God" Lan Lingxi in Huangshan Tangquan, everything changed, Chen Fengjiao knew that this was a cruel gamble, but was it worth it, she asked herself more than once in her heart. Although the "ghost" was extremely sharp, she didn't know where the blade should be pointed, and what kind of hatred the woman called the "Glacier Saintess" had with herself, so much so that she put her whole life into it, including her body.

Chen Fengjiao saw Ming Chengzu Zhu Di, it was in the capital, the emperor appeared on the tower of the noon gate, receiving the cheers of all the people, at that time, he must have been immersed in the sacred sense of the world. Won't notice a veiled woman in the crowd. Zhu Di's slightly bloated body did not leave any sacredness and excitement for Chen Fengjiao. The face that had become confused because it was too tall did not have the majesty of the five glorious clouds and the dragon. Chen Fengjiao sighed softly and said, "That's just an extremely ordinary person." ”

Chen Fengjiao is not wrong, Zhu Di is an ordinary person, inconspicuous in the bustling crowd. But he was born in the emperor's family, as soon as he became sensible, he knew his extraordinary life experience and role, the cruel battle in the palace made his heart more indifferent than anyone else, and the dragon chair of power supremacy can turn a kind person into a devil. Zhu Di was the same, the "Battle of Jingyan", his army attacked the palace. Jianwen Emperor Zhu Yunwen set fire to the palace and burned himself to death, and the contact surface between the corpse and the gold brick had been burned into a paste and tightly adhered to it.

Once upon a time, Zhu Di held Yunwen to watch the play, and his nephew lay quietly in his warm arms, feeling very safe, and Zhu Yunwen would not have thought that in the end, his uncle's sword would not hesitate to stab him, for only one reason, he fought for the throne that should not belong to him.

Now Zhu Di is standing on the tower of the Wumen City, the sunlight highlights the emperor's shadow in the most prominent position, and the hollow carved dragon gold lacquer screen behind the emperor gives him a fantasy and mysterious mythological color, although Chen Fengjiao has 10,000 reasons not to like him, but he is the Son of Heaven, enjoys authority, gives orders, and no one dares to disobey his holy decree.

It should be said that Chengzu Zhu Di has given the "Qin Saint" Chen Fengjiao enough time and space, the holy decree has been hidden in her arms, with this holy decree she can enter and exit the palace, if she wants, she can immediately become the emperor's concubine, wear gold and silver, and enjoy the luxurious life that women in the world dare not dream of, although the old emperor can not be compared with the romantic lover around him, "Poetry Saint" Yin Hualei stood beside her, with a solemn face.

Yin Hualei was looking at himself with a dignified face, his appearance, his talent, the gentleness and intimate service he had recently expressed, and the endless lingering on the bed, he was so strong, he shouted his name again and again, kissing every inch of his skin, his lips were hot, making Chen Fengjiao tremble, and when his big hand gently passed through the delicate body, Chen Fengjiao was crying in his heart.

The "ghost" flickered, and stabbed directly at Yin Hualei, the speed was dizzying, Yin Hualei did not hide, and saw the tip of the knife pointing at his throat.

The "ghost" stopped half an inch away from his throat, and Chen Fengjiao was already in tears.

"The broken intestine mandarin duck is a broken intestine man, and the tears are full of flowers. I want to compare my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon is empty and hidden. "Poetry Saint" Yin Hualei chanted softly.

"The broken intestine mandarin duck is a broken intestine man, and the flowers fall more like the broken intestine warbler. Luohong is by no means a ruthless thing, lingering incense and reminiscing about the old love. "Qin Saint" Chen Fengjiao also returned softly.

Yin Hualei's whole body shook, looked at Chen Fengjiao and asked, "So our fate is over?"

"Feng Jiao is also involuntarily, the new cry marks press the old cry marks, and the broken intestine person remembers the broken intestine person. Chen Fengjiao replied sadly.

Yin Hualei looked at her blankly, this still beautiful face lost the original love, became dignified and strong, these beautiful eyes still contain affection, but there is no previous dependence, and it has become bright and energetic. "Poetry Saint" Yin Hualei has to admit the fact that Chen Fengjiao has made up her mind, maybe this is the final farewell.

"Why, what is this qiē for?" Yin Hualei muttered.

"Qin Sheng" Chen Fengjiao slowly walked to his side, stretched out her hand and gently stroked his face, and whispered: "Hua Lei, maybe it was a mistake for us to be together at the beginning, this mistake has continued to this day, your handsomeness and your affection have always confused me, and I almost lost myself in the gentle township." I want to be with you for life, I thought so before I went to Huangshan Tangquan, but it backfired, 'Cinnabar Spring' did not appear, my illness was far away, and there was not much time to continue to maintain my unique appearance. ”

"Poetry Saint" Yin Hualei said: "I don't care about your appearance. ”

Chen Fengjiao replied, "I care. ”

Yin Hualei looked at her and asked, "How can you say that you have found what you want?"

Chen Fengjiao nodded.

"Where is it, I'll help you get it, for you, it's a mountain of swords and a sea of fire. ”

"You can't get it. ”

"There is nothing in this world that I Yin Hualei can't do. ”

Chen Fengjiao shook her head: "There are many things in this world that inhuman abilities can do, and I overestimate that I will die very miserably." ”

"Poetry Saint" Yin Hualei said in disbelief: "No, I can do it, please believe me." ”

"Qin Saint" Chen Fengjiao sighed: "Hua Lei, this thing is in the hands of Zhu Di, the current saint, can you get it?"

Yin Hualei was stunned.

Chen Fengjiao smiled bitterly and said: "There is no banquet in the world that will not be dispersed, and the fate between us may really be over." ”

Yin Hualei's face changed greatly, and he shouted bitterly: "No, no Fengjiao, I love you, no matter what the back of your neck becomes, I am willing to stay with you for the rest of my life, the sea is dry and rotten, and I will never change my heart." ”

Chen Fengjiao replied: "I am the one who changed my mind, I can't withstand the temptation of the saint, I have promised him to become his woman." Hua Lei, do you dare to compete with the current emperor for a woman?"

Yin Hualei sneered, his handsome smile looked a little terrifying and hideous under the reflection of the sun, he looked at Chen Fengjiao viciously, Yin Hualei's inner world began to fall and began to distort,

He was never a kind man. A hidden goal in his heart, to occupy the most beautiful woman in the world in front of him for a long time, Yin Hualei can temporarily endure a qiē for her. But the "Qin Saint" Chen Fengjiao finally chose to live in the palace, and she was going to become the emperor's concubine, and she wanted to force her face to laugh under the tyrant, which Yin Hualei absolutely could not accept.

Anger rose from the chest of the "poet saint" Yin Hualei, and he felt that his skin was a little numb, and this pain was deep in the bone marrow, as if there was an invisible fence clamping himself. He brushed his arm with his hand, and nothing touched it, but the pain did not diminish in the slightest, but only intensified. Looking at Chen Fengjiao, Yin Hualei suddenly pulled out his saber and said to his chest: "Fengjiao, you can't do this, unless you want me to die first." ”

Chen Fengjiao shook her head and said: "Death is the easiest thing, but if you die, there is no chance, if you still believe in me, live well, when I finish my work, we may have a day when we get together, at that time, Fengjiao will always be your woman, not now." "Linjiang Pavilion" is the place where we broke up, and it is also where we can reunite in the future. If you don't want to wait that day, I don't want to force you, husband and wife are like birds in the same forest, they fly separately when the disaster comes, you can do it yourself. (To be continued......)