Shaojun riding the sea

Chapter 142: Broken Arm
Things in the world always turn around, and the willows are dark and the flowers are bright.

An imperial decree came suddenly, but Yue Wujiu was overjoyed. He no longer had to wait until New Year's Eve to climb up the pagoda and meet his mother. Emperor Yun even decreed that he should go up to the pagoda in advance to visit his mother. , get together with her.

This decree came quickly and inexplicably, and there was not much explanation, only that Yue Wugui missed his mother and made military exploits, so he was specially granted this grace.

But Yue Wujiu, who took over the decree, knew it well, this was what his "uncle emperor" always did.

From childhood to adulthood, whenever he asked him for something, he would be dejected when he didn't get his answer, and after a while, his uncle would give him another thing to cheer him up and make his mood turn from cloudy to sunny.

Now this decree is for the same reason, that night in the Golden Luan Palace, uncle did not agree to his request to retry the case of the Yue family, and today he made such a decree to allow him to meet his mother in advance.

In the courtyard of the Shi Mansion, Zhong Lisheng stood aside, watching Yue Wujiu take over the order from Emperor Yun, although his face was still as calm as water, his brows could not hide the joy and excitement of seeing his mother soon.

Shi Xuanling couldn't help smiling from the side, but Zhong Lisheng beat her folding fan and snorted in her ear: "Tsk tsk, this emperor's technique is really terrifying."

Zhongli Sheng has now also moved into the Shi Mansion, living in the same courtyard as Yue Wujiu and Shi Xuanling. He has always had no scruples and can say whatever he wants. Anyway, the Zhongli family has a transcendent status in Dongmu, superior to all civil and military officials. Above the official level, he is equivalent to the "local emperor" on Yunzhou Island. He can get wind and rain when he wants. When he comes to the imperial city, he is also a proper "distinguished guest" and no one can control him.

At that moment, when Shi Xuanling heard Zhong Lisheng's words, her heart suddenly sank, and she turned to look at the purple clothes flying freely.

"How to say?"

Zhong Lisheng raised his eyebrows slightly and lowered his voice: "This Emperor Yun seems to have shown his heart to his eldest nephew and values ​​​​love and righteousness. But Lao Yue wants to ask him to retry the Yue family case. There is no way for him to do so. I am very shrewd in my heart. I give someone a stick in my pocket, throw a white-flour steamed bun into my pocket, and pretend to be coaxing. Isn’t this combination of kindness and power just enough to pinch the person to death? Don’t you think that’s right? Is it scary?”

The breeze blew in the courtyard, and the fragrance of flowers was pleasant, Shi Xuanling blinked in a daze when she heard the words, looked at Yue Wujiu's back, thoughtfully, but suddenly said to Zhonglisheng in a low voice:
"Little Shark, you do see clearly, but I feel that it is not necessarily an emperor's art. People are not clay statues of gold. I do feel that Your Majesty has some true feelings for Ayue..."

"Really?" Zhong Lisheng raised his eyebrows slightly again, looking at those serious brown eyes, as if he was a little surprised that Shi Xuanling could say such words, he shook his fan lightly, and finally gave a faint smile:
"Perhaps. After all, he did spare Lao Yue's life. For an emperor, this is already extraordinarily merciful. You can't ask a king who holds the power of life and death to be too merciful. To be able to do this, maybe it's as good as you think It is said that he has some sincere feelings for Lao Yue, but if there is a lot of it, I can't see it anyway, so I advise you to stop fooling around with Lao Yue."

With a flick of her purple clothes, Zhong Lisheng raised the folding fan in her hand, half covering her and Shi Xuanling's faces, and whispered to her behind the fan:
"When you go to the palace to meet Princess Zhaoyin this time, you should be more cautious. You should mention a few more things about Lao Yue. Companion to the king is like a tiger. The person sitting on the dragon chair is not just his own uncle. , and the king who holds the lives of all the people in the world in his hands, he should not pay too much attention to the family relationship between them, don't forget, the king is the king, and the minister is the minister. Since ancient times, no one can surpass..."

These words sound heavy, but it is indeed the truth. Shi Xuanling looked at Zhong Lisheng, nodded and said: "I understand, don't worry."

After receiving the decree, Yue Wujiu couldn't hold back his desire to see his mother, so he immediately packed up briefly and prepared to enter the palace with the father-in-law who conveyed the decree.

According to the imperial decree, Shi Xuanling, as a "family member", can also go up to the pagoda to meet Princess Zhaoyin together. This is what Yue Wujiu proposed to Emperor Yun before. They are also planning to witness Princess Zhaoyin on New Year's Eve , took that dreamy wedding dress to the pagoda to get married.

And this time I went to see the princess in advance, there was no need to be so serious and formal, but even so, Shi Xuanling still changed into a suit of elegant and decent clothes. A pair of shoes appeared that she was very familiar with.

"Xuan Ling, since you are going to the pagoda today to see my mother, why don't you wear these shoes, my mother loves the bauhinia flowers embroidered on them the most."

The young man's breath was trembling slightly. He still wanted to find an answer, not for anything else, but as if he was eager to prove his little bell. He couldn't wait to expose Shi Xuanqin's lie——

Look, in fact, it was she who lied, who was sowing discord, not his little bell who was lying to him.

There is always a voice in my heart that keeps hovering, and at the same time, it is extremely determined, but it pulls people down for no reason. If, if the result is contrary to what he expected, if the person who lied to him is really Xuan Ling, if this is the case ...

That answer, important, is not important anymore.

Because no matter what, he will never let go of her hand. She is his wife in this life. He will continue to pretend as if nothing has happened. He will silently swallow all the sadness and pain. He will even think of a hundred ways. Reason to cover up the little lie for her.

Even if the "source" he had determined was wrong, they went to the sea together, depended on each other, lived and died together, and everything that happened after that would never be false.

He loves her and trusts her even more.

Although Shi Xuanqin grew up with his childhood sweetheart, she still didn't know him that well. She guessed correctly some of the things he cared about and thought she could seize these things and give him a hard blow, but she also guessed more wrongly. More importantly, she failed to see through the truest obsession deep in his heart.

Human beings are the simplest and most elusive among all things in the world. Shi Xuanqin may never understand what the string of bells swaying from the imperial city to the sea means to him.

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The setting sun is sinking to the west, the birds are returning to their nests, and there is silence between the world and the earth.

Pei Shixi's carriage left Zhenfusi, traveled all the way to the outskirts of the city, and finally stopped outside a secret old house.

The house looks unsurprising from the outside, but when you walk in, there are flowers and pavilions, and every step and scene, there is something special about it.

Fallen leaves were flying in the courtyard, and a tall and thin young man standing in the wind was quietly watering an unusually beautiful flower.

If someone accidentally breaks in at this moment, they will definitely be frightened by the scene in front of them, just because——

The young man did not use clear water to water the flowers, but cut his own finger, squeezed out the bright red blood, and fell drop by drop on the beautiful petals.

There are seven petals in total, and now six of them are covered with a layer of blood mist. Only the last one is still half done.

He watered and nourished this Seven Mists Blossom Flower with his blood, and it was finally planted for her.

Under the golden sunset, the soft petals swayed in the wind, as if they were spiritually connected, hungrily sucking the blood dripping from the young man. The faint floral fragrance was mixed with the blood, exuding an indescribable strange fragrance.

Just as the young man was immersed in "feeding the flowers", the wind was strong behind him, and a long sword stabbed straight at his neck. His expression changed, and he broke off a branch next to him without hesitation, and turned his head to meet the sharp long sword. .

Continuous internal energy filled his body. As his clothes fluttered, he had used tree branches to respond to dozens of moves in just a few moments. In a watertight posture, the long sword didn't even touch the corner of his clothes.

He was like a butterfly dancing in the wind, light and dexterous, and his exquisite kung fu was really amazing. The only flaw was that the way he held the branch was a little weird, as if he was not very skilled yet. .

Finally, after dozens of moves, the long sword finally found his opening, and the sword energy did not stagnate in the slightest, and it went straight towards his chest with the force of a gale.

He subconsciously wanted to block the sword with a branch, but he couldn't change his left hand holding the branch. He instinctively wanted to raise his right arm to deal with it.

But where did the right arm come from?

Where did the right arm come from?

The sleeve on his right was empty, and was blown by the wind, like a kite with a broken string, completely ruined.

He forgot that he had lost his right hand a long time ago.

The long sword stabbed at him unavoidably, he tipped his toes, raised his internal strength and quickly retreated, the branch in his left hand broke in the wind with a "click", he was finally defeated, there was no way out, and he knelt on one knee Under the tree, he lowered his head dejectedly.

"Uncle Wu, I...lost again."

The fallen leaves are flying, the setting sun is shining gold, the long sword is retracted gracefully, and the person holding the sword is fluttering, handsome and handsome, it is Pei Shixi who came to visit Xiaomo in this old house on the outskirts of the city.

He looked at the young man kneeling under the tree with a dejected expression on his face, and his heart was slightly astringent, and he couldn't help but said:

"It's not a loss. In just a short period of time, you could only take five moves from me, then ten moves, twenty moves, and now you can fight nearly a hundred moves with me in one go. This is already a huge improvement. "

After a pause, he slowed down his tone, and said with a consoling intention: "After all, you lost your right arm and changed to your left hand to practice martial arts. It is impossible to achieve your rapid progress in such a short period of time."

Even after hearing such words of comfort, the young man still had a look of despair on his face. He looked at the empty sleeve on his right, as if stunned, and couldn't help but murmur:

"Yeah, I lost my right arm, my right arm is gone, no more..."

(End of this chapter)