Chapter 49 Festival

Lived and sighed, "Of course you are a very good girl. But with your personality and wearing the emperor, it may not be a happy thing. You have to take care of yourself."

"Yan Xi..." Na Sheng stared at him blankly, making the last effort, "I have no place to live... I don't know anyone."

Yan Xi lowered his eyes, his expression was frozen at that moment, and he faintly replied, "Sorry, it was the Young Master's order to let you leave here-as a soldier of the Nationalist Army, you can't disobey the Young Master's will."

"Young Master? You mean Sumo?" Na Sheng was surprised, and then jumped up, "He is a bad guy! How can you listen to him?"

However, Yan Xi didn't refute, but smiled slightly instead of hearing her straightforward comment. Such a complicated smile gave his steadfast and tranquil eyes a certain strange light: "Even if it is a devil, what about it? ... As long as he has the power, as long as he can lead all the sharks out of slavery and return to the blue sea— Even the power of'evil', I will be loyal to him."

"You...you are simply inexplicable lunatics..." The Sheng was speechless, but couldn't think of anything to refute, just murmured, "I won't stay here..."

"Yes, maybe we are all crazy." Yan Xi smiled suddenly and closed the door: "People like you really shouldn't come to Yunhuang...This is a world where evil spirits are rampant."

Na Sheng stared at the door closed, cutting off her only familiarity and dependence in Yunhuang, standing alone on the street with no one at midnight."Go back and rest, Zuo Quanshi." He stared at the black door in front of him, and suddenly heard the voice of the woman behind him.

Turning his head in surprise, he saw Mrs. Ruyi standing in the courtyard looking at him with a lantern, and said quietly, with a faint sadness and pity in her eyes—such a look suddenly made him feel heavy and suffocated.

"Yeah." He put down his hand on the door, not looking at her eyes, "Young Master went back to sleep?"

"Sleep." Mrs. Ruyi lit the lamp to guide him.

"Madam still not taking a rest?"

"Where can I take a break? I have to take care of so much business in the evening-I can only close my eyes in the morning if I want to take a break."

"Over the years, Madam has worked hard for the Restoration Army."

"Where... Compared to Zuo Quan, you are just hiding in a safe place and stealing your life."

It was originally some scenes, but the two parties who said it were sincere-years of hardship have caused many people to give up hope and resistance, and the remaining fighters who insisted on their beliefs have accumulated unnecessary words. tacit agreement.

The two people’s dark blue long hair was flying in the night breeze. For a long time, in the iron-like silence, Mrs. Ruyi suddenly smiled. Looking at the extinguishing fire in the wind, she said solemnly: “There’s something, I don’t know what to do. How to tell you...""What's the matter?" Yan Xi asked in a daze.

"Does Zuo Quan know the rumors of'falling to heaven' a hundred years ago?" As if finally made up his mind, Mrs. Ruyi held the lamp to lead the way and asked in a low voice. Yan Xi was shocked and nodded—the Crown Prince Kongsang jumped off the white pagoda at the ceremony a hundred years ago. Who does not know about such a rumor? It was also because of this sensational event that the name Somo was known to all the people.

Madam Ruyi suddenly stopped, turning her head to stare at Yan Xi, the sadness in her eyes seemed invisible: "Actually, you don't know...everyone doesn't know-it's not the prince and concubine of Kongsang who is truly dead. what."

"Madam, you mean...!" Yan Xi was stunned and shocked, before murmured for a long time, "God."

"People say that we sharks are devilish, which will make people lose their minds and be infatuated..." Mrs. Ruyi sighed, and the night wind blows her long hair, "but I don’t know how many sharks they also ruined... Hongshan followed Xijing back then. , I would rather die for him-but what? Xijing asked her to leave. Hongshan participated in the uprising twenty years ago, but failed and was captured... Fortunately, she met the Zhongzhou native to redeem her, and she had a good result. ."

She lowered her head to look at the candlelight: "Ting, this child is very pitiful... She loves Xijing too, right? But Hongshan's example is before, she dare not reveal a little bit, for fear that the'master' will leave her when she knows her thoughts— In Xijing's heart, pretending to be his family members who died in Yecheng Massacre a hundred years ago... In the hearts of those'people', it is their kind who still can't let go."

"The shark will always be the shark, and that invisible barrier will always exist." Mrs. Ruyi smiled and looked back at the leader of the Nationalist Army. Bride-but what in the end?... Ten witches put pressure on him, and he had to expel me from the governor's mansion."

Yan Xi looked at Mrs. Ruyi. The smile on the beautiful woman’s face was vicissitudes and sadness. He nodded and sighed at him: "We will eventually return to the blue sky—but I hope that our young children can be free. Living in a country where we are supposed to live... Zuo Quanshi, that is our hope, and everything else is not important."

"Yes." After vaguely knowing Mrs. Ruyi's secret meaning, Yan Xi lowered his head and looked at the sword in his hand and replied.

Mrs. Ruyi laughed, concealing her wrinkled face into the darkness, and sighed: "The young master just said that you are a happy person... Only those unfortunate people like us will envy you now. Zuo Quanshi, you must not give up on you. "Happiness".""Master, don't stretch out your hand anymore...you can see that you are all drunk!" The girl replied angrily, "Don't drink!"

"Go, go ask Mrs. Ruyi again, Ting..." Xijing was stuck in the soft couch, smacking his lips, "I haven't had enough...to sleep, can't sleep..."

"Master can't sleep because of what happened just now, right?" Ting said, "I'm very upset to drive away that girl?"

"Hey, hey...what's the matter!" Xijing shook his head, drunkly denying, "She, she has the emperor, what else are you afraid of?...I am, I don't want to be involved in the struggle of rise and fall anymore...I'm tired..."

"Hmm..." Hearing the denial of the swordsman, Ting looked at him and blinked suddenly, "Then the master must not be able to sleep for Mr. Murong, right?"

"What?" Shocked, Xijing almost smashed the wine bottle to the ground, "Why can't I sleep for him?"

"If Hongshan doesn't leave, the master's son might be this old too." Ting smiled, but the girl's face had disproportionate wind and frost, but her eyes were a bit mischievous, and she looked at Xijing's face in embarrassment.

"Tsk tusk, what... how do people like me have such a good son?" The swordsman smiled bitterly and raised the bottle. "I just want to drink...Ting, go and ask for it."

Ting had no choice but to sigh: "Master, don't drink it! If you drink it again, you will lose your grip on the sword."

"My obedient Ting... I can't sleep. Go and ask Mrs. Ruyi for some more wine... Please." Xijing held the shark girl's hand with a shy face, shaking, in a nearly rascal tone."It's midnight-it's so late, Mrs. Ruyi must have been asleep." Reluctantly, Ting stood up, shaking her head and putting on her cloak, "Forget it, I'll go out to the restaurants in the east of the city for you."

Midnight, midnight in darkness. There is no wind.

"Ah, son, where did you go in the middle of the night?" Hearing the soft sound of the door, the naked woman on the bed stood up happily, went to pull the guests who had returned from the dark, and chuckled coquettishly, "Throwing Yi Niang alone like this Is the bed empty?"

She stretched out her hand and took the cold hand of the person who had returned, unaware that she was pulling the death **** back into her embrace.

"Oh, it's so cold... come up quickly." The woman smiled and pulled his hand to her warm and soft chest, urging, "Let Yi Niang warm up for you."

The person who returned did not speak, until his hand touched the hot, soft skin, his whole body suddenly shook.

"Pop", in the darkness, as if something in his arms fell on the head of the bed. He slowly leaned down and pressed the warm body on the bed, tightly, as if to crush her into his cold arms.

In the dim room without a trace of starlight, the fragrance of incense was sweet and rotten.

The little puppet who fell to the head of the bed was lying on the pile of futons with all four feet facing the sky. As the bed vibrated, the corners of his mouth were silently grinning.

11. ReunionIn the dark streets, all the doors were closed to her, and the long black streets seemed endless.

At that moment, how much she wanted to turn around and rushed to knock on the door of the gambling shop and return to the hustle and bustle inside and sleepless at night.

"Huh, there is no place to keep people here! No...no go back and beg those guys." However, gritted his teeth, after all, he couldn't be cheeky, the Sheng muttered to himself, still groping for it. Walk to the light place.

It was midnight, and the wind in the early spring was very cold, and it was already chilling on the body.

Yan Xi’s riddled feather coat had already been wrapped around the shark’s corpse. The Sheng was only wearing a single coat, and he couldn’t help but shrank his neck, raised his hands, jumped forward in small steps, warmed his body. .

"Ah... it's beautiful." Inadvertently raised his head and noticed the white pagoda at the end of the sky for the first time in the middle of the night. Na Sheng stopped to take a closer look, and couldn't help but exclaimed-under the dark night, the snowy white pagoda The tower seems to glow, shining through Kyushu, it is amazing that humans can actually create such a miracle.

"The star emperor of the Kongsang people must be very powerful." Thinking of the emperor who built this tower, the girl from Zhongzhou raised her head and sighed, muttering to herself, "but why would the crown prince be such a virtue as a stinky hand? Sex? Cloud shortage, cloud