Chapter 73 Festival

Make trouble. "In the dark room, I had a long conversation with the young jeweler for several hours. In the gap between Murong Xiu's head down and thinking, Zhen Lan turned her head in the pitch black, listening to the sound of howling outside, muttering a little unwillingly. "And I can only waste saliva here. "

"His Royal Highness said just now." After hesitating for a while, Murong Xiu couldn't make up his mind whether to accept Prince Kongsang's proposal, and said Nene, "But before I come to Yunhuang, he will be responsible for the family trust, and it will be about three years. If If you don’t see him in the next three years, Murong’s family will replace the eldest son, and then my mother..."

However, just after talking about a lot of reasons like that, he realized that Zhen Lan was not listening at all. After the prince Kongsang had been lobbying him for such a long time, he bowed his head in the darkness and opened the low hanging tent to look at the invisible white streamer inside.

The invisible and quality white flowed in the dark room, and the faint light illuminated the groaning face of Prince Sang in the hollow of the cloak.

"The sky is getting dark, why hasn't it condensed yet?" Zhen Lan held the Houtu in her hand and muttered to the void, "Bai Ying, are you really finished?" However, it was strange. It was the Houtu ring that he held in his hand, as if feeling extremely upset, it kept jumping out of thin air. Zhen Lan had only one to hold the ring tightly in her palm and put it beside Bai Ying, who had lost her shape.

Pulling the tent down again, Zhen Lan recovered, looked at Murong Xiu, and nodded to the young businessman from Zhongzhou who was carrying a huge treasure: "I am just a proposal. As for whether or not to agree, it is all up to you— —But..." At this point, Prince Kongsang paused slightly, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, which was very meaningful: "I have read the history books of your people in Zhongzhou-your first empire in Zhongzhou, the founding of Qin. At that time, there was a giant named Lu Buwei, right?"

The digression that suddenly jumped off made Murong Xiu startled for a moment, and then went silent thoughtfully.

Just as Murong Xiu was heartbroken and Zhen Lan was waiting for a reply, the pitch-black room fell into a stagnant silence. Suddenly, the airtight space seemed to have a breeze flowing suddenly-the low-hanging tent was blowing silently to all sides, as if there was a breeze overflowing from it."Bai Ying!" At the moment the tent was blown open, Zhen Lan blurted out in exclamation, her face pale instantly-what's wrong? Could it be... Could it be that it suddenly fell apart? It should be sunset, why didn't she see the cohesion?

He wanted to visit the invisible ghost under the curtain, but suddenly found that his body had lost support.

Outside, the red sun suddenly jumped and disappeared from the end of the cloud and waste land.

At the moment when the power of Zhen Lan disappeared and the hollow cloak that stood upright was limp, the tents were separated, and a pair of pale hands stretched out, catching the fallen head and broken arm in the dark, and hugged silently. tight. On the right **** of the pale arm with the pale arm outstretched inside the curtain, the Houtu God Ring was radiant and glowing, illuminating the dark room.

In that light, Murong Xiu vaguely saw a very strange scene: Prince Kongsang who was talking to him suddenly frustrated, his head and right arm rolled straight down, and fell into a pair of pale arms on the couch-jewelry from Zhongzhou The businessman suddenly felt an indescribable chill, blurted out an exclamation, and staggered back to the door.

"How did you reply?" Falling between the illusory arms of the underworld woman, Zhen Lan's head seemed to be relieved, complaining, and patted the other party's shoulder with her broken right hand, "Are you okay?"

At the moment the fallen head spoke, Murong Xiu could hardly believe his eyes and ears, only feeling the chill in his heart coming up one after another—these people...these Kongsang people, why are they so weird? They... are not people? They are not human? ! He didn't care about Cai Zhenlan's proposal to him anymore, and without thinking about it, he opened the door with the basket on his back and escaped from this dark secret room.

"Hey, don't run! Don't be afraid..." Zhenlan blurted out when Murong Xiu left.

"Who is not afraid of seeing you like this?" The pale arm picked up the head, lifted the hand to remove the severed limb that was holding his shoulder, and placed it on the couch together with the empty cloak. In the darkness, the white woman smiled and lowered her head.

"Aren't you afraid?" Using her fingers, she crawled around on the couch with her broken limbs, trying to go out and pull back to the Zhongzhou jeweler, but outside the open door, the sky was completely dark, Zhen Lan only felt that she was powerless. Unable to move his head, he rolled his eyes on the couch and looked at the ghost woman who had just condensed back, feeling angry."I'm not a human being." Bai Ying smiled and lowered her head, wrapped her cloak in a bag, rolled up her head and severed limbs, her face was anxious, "What's going on outside? Is Sheng and Huangtian safe? I'm tired. Is it for you?... Somo's "Ten Commandments" are so powerful, I was shaken away, and it was almost dark that I could not recover."

"That girl... should be okay." The cloak fell on her head, and Zhen Lan struggled hard, not wanting to be wrapped up and rolled up by his wife, "I haven't sensed the danger of'Emperor Heaven'-and Xijing and Sumo came forward to **** him. , Even the Zhengtian Army and Yun Huan can't help her, right?"

"Suma **** you?" Bai Ying paused while holding the cloak's hand, surprised, "How is it possible? He hates any people and things related to Kongsang, and it is kindness not to kill Na Sheng... he goes to protect him. That Sheng?"

Pulling with the broken arm, he finally tore the cloak open. The head came out and gasped, but his eyes looked at the pale woman with a strange smile, and he slowly said, "Yes, he will bring Na Sheng back. ——Because I told him, if you don’t bring back the emperor to heal you, you will be frightened and you will never be able to condense..."

"Nonsense." Bai Ying retorted in surprise, "I don't need the emperor, as long as the sunset is over, I can resurrect in the dark night."

However, at this point, she suddenly stopped, and she understood. Slightly lowered her eyes, looking at Zhen Lan's face on the couch, she didn't know what kind of expression it was, and asked in a low voice, "You...lie to him?"

"Shhh..." Zhenlan whispered, "Don't let him know-you know the consequences."

The sound of fighting outside has been silent, and there is only the crackling sound of broken walls continuing to burn, and the light of the fire is reflected in the room, and the shadows are sufficient. Looking up at the ghost's wife who has no body, the pale woman also lowered her eyes to look at him-at that moment of relative staring, the silent air seemed to be surging with complicated undercurrents.

"Do you hate it? In this situation, you must rely on his power to overcome the difficulties." In silence, knowing that he had touched the string of curses that should not be touched, Prince Kongsang raised his face and looked up. The crown prince smiled, "I am the crown prince of the Kongsang people after all. You and I should remember this identity-I can't help but do something."

Bai Ying didn't speak, she just looked down at Zhen Lan, with no expression on her illusory face."I know. After all, you can't keep laughing and joking..." For a long time, it seemed that I couldn't even hear the crackling burning outside. In the suffocating silence, Bai Ying raised her head and said lightly, "It's like I can't live my life after all. Dreaming unrealistic dreams—the 100,000 dead people in the colorless city without seeing the sun, this is what we have to face."

A hundred years later, she who became the prince of Kongsang, after all, is no longer the girl who jumped down from the white pagoda of Garan.

Hearing that answer, a long, relieved expression suddenly appeared on the face of the skull, and the calm smile that had just been trying to maintain was removed, replaced by a tired and relieved smile, and the severed arm was raised and gently covered. Shang Baiying wears the hands of the Houtu God Ring: "I'm very lucky, and you and me fight side by side."

"Speaking of this...just like the Emperor Xingzun and Queen Baiwei a thousand years ago." The tacit understanding formed over the past century has tolerated the little displeasure of the talent, Bai Ying couldn't help smiling, and remembered that she was in Jialan. When receiving the royal etiquette instruction on the White Tower, I heard the female officials tell the legend about the founding emperor and queen of Kongsang in "Liuheshu·Pang Shilu"-

"When the sea is flowing, the emperor and the queen rise in Hanwei and open up the world side by side. Empress Baiwei is a fortitude, often divided into the left and right, and the emperor Zuo decides the world. Liuhe is united, and the Piling Dynasty is prosperous. After Yunhuang, there are two brothers, both kings and generals, and the power is over the world for a while. The emperor tasted a whisper and said: "Being shoulder to shoulder with you in the troubled times, it is very fortunate.""

"Hou Xie, there are four in the age of thirty. The emperor was overwhelmed with grief. He built the Garan White Pagoda according to the command of the Great Commander. He prayed at the temple on the top of the tower day and night, hoping to express his meaning in the sky, and to live as a companion. The emperor is here. For fifty years, reaping Nanze, pinging the northern wilderness, destroying the sea, shaking the ancient and modern, but finally vacant, the harem beauties are fortunate for a long time. Often sit alone on the top of the white pagoda, looking up at the sky, gloomy and unhappy. The more you believe in reincarnation, the ancestors are determined, and the next generations of Kongsang must be selected from the Bai family."

Such a legend is a copy of the Kongsang royal family, which is a model for the queens of the past.

At that time, I was only fifteen years old, facing an unknowable future, far away from everyone. It wasn't until I heard such a story that there was a hint of hope in my heart-it turned out that Kongsang had such a happy royal marriage. However, the girl never thought about how many arrogance and domineering generations have been after being pushed together irresistibly in such a prosperous age of peace and peace, when every marriage became an opportunity for changes in power formation. Even if the crown prince and the delicate and noble Bai princess have been together for a lifetime, can they have half a friendship?

Just like her and Zhen Lan, when they first started, it was not... Unexpectedly, the life and death transition, the sky and the earth broke, and in the end it seemed to be