Shaojun riding the sea

Chapter 24
"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Feeling that warm and powerful arm, Ji Zhiyue's heart widened slightly, and she smiled at Wen Yanru with a pale face.

On the other side, Shi Xuanling had already opened the medicine box, and snorted coldly: "You dare to pretend to be a ghost to scare people, it seems that Zhong Lisheng hasn't hit hard enough, you Hydra, you have to cut off all your heads to be honest ?”

"Hydra?"

Xi Yuehan frowned slightly, turned his head to look at Shi Xuanling, he didn't know that at the moment his shoulders were surrounded by white smoke, a figure of a hydra was emerging, the black snake scales shone with a strange light, and the nine heads were spitting out snake letters. His eyes were vicious and vicious, like hell demons.

Shi Xuanling took out a small medicine bottle, poured out two pills, and handed them to Xi Yuehan expressionlessly, "Swallowing it will protect your heart and save your life."

She was ambushed by Chinu people in Yuncheng, and her arm was scratched. Xi Yuehan just threatened her family Zhizhi with words, so she naturally didn't have a good look at the sixth prince of the Chinu tribe.

It's just that Xi Yuehan has a special status and is an important bargaining chip for Dongmu in negotiations, so she has no choice but to save her.

While Shi Xuanling was checking on the injury and treating Xi Yuehan and dressing Xi Yuehan, Wen Yanru also led Ji Zhiyue to look at the bloody red slave writing on the wall.

Ji Zhiyue didn't dare to walk alone in the prison, and kept holding on to Wen Yanru's clothes tightly, not daring to leave his side an inch.

This time Wen Yanru did not coldly ask Ji Zhiyue to "don't touch him" as he did back then on the mountain, but followed the girl intimately, his tall and handsome body protecting her tightly.

Ji Zhiyue was grateful in her heart, Wen Yanru's figure was tall and straight, much taller than her, so she was firmly guarded behind her, which gave her a lot of sense of security.

During the whole process, Xi Yuehan's light blue eyes never left Ji Zhiyue, even when Shi Xuanling treated his wound and ruthlessly gouged out the rotten flesh on his body, he just groaned, dripping with cold sweat, Still staring at Ji Zhiyue.

That gaze was too hot, so hot that Ji Zhiyue couldn't ignore it. She held up the glazed mirror and looked at the red slave characters on the wall with fear, but she couldn't concentrate. It's like eating her!
She finally couldn't take it anymore, she turned slightly sideways, let go of Wen Yanru's clothes, and reached out tremblingly to grab him.

"General Xiaoyan, I, I'm afraid, that bad thing has been staring at me...I, can I hold your hand?"

Wen Yanru was startled, but seeing the girl's pale face and pitiful appearance, she finally nodded, reached out her hand actively, and tightly held the girl's white and slender hand.

Xiyue in the corner stared at this scene coldly, her long eyelashes drooping, her eyes dark and unclear.

The light in the prison is too dim, otherwise Ji Zhiyue would definitely find out that the usually rigid, upright and cold little general, at this moment, quietly... his ears turned red.

After all, it was Wen Yanru's first time... to hold a girl's hand at such a big age.

He was born plump and handsome, and he was also known as the "God of Silver Snow". I don't know how many noble ladies from aristocratic families fell in love with him, but he was cold and arrogant, never approached women, and didn't even have a childhood sweetheart.

The hand that used to carry a gun to kill the enemy in the past is now holding the hand of a little girl. That hand is slippery, soft, and boneless, as if he could crush it with a little force. He didn't even know it. How hard should I be, lest I hurt someone.

This feeling is really... very awkward, very subtle, and indescribable.

Wen Yanru here was thinking wildly, while Ji Zhiyue on the other side had already held up the glazed mirror and was concentrating on looking at the blood book on the wall.

Clenching the young general's slender and broad hands, she dispelled a lot of fear in her heart, and finally she was able to calm down and read the words written by Xi Yuehan.

"General Xiaoyan, what's written on this wall seems to be... a sacrificial text?"

"funeral oration?"

Wen Yanru was a little surprised, but the girl nodded, glanced at Xi Yuehan in the corner, and said in a low voice: "This bad thing is paying homage to the dozen or so Chi slaves who died, and there are some ancient scriptures mixed in, I didn't fully understand it, but obviously with the meaning of salvation, I hope that these dead souls will return to the sea, and under the guidance of the Moon God, they will float in the direction of their hometown..."

"So that's the case, so besides this, is there any other content?"

As soon as Wen Yanru finished speaking, Xi Yuehan's low-pitched laughter came from the corner behind him: "What's more, I have something very important to say to Miss Ji alone."

The man covered in blood pushed Shi Xuanling's hand away, "You don't need to bandage for now, you go away for a while, I want to talk to Miss Ji alone, don't bother anyone."

Shi Xuanling tied the gauze tightly, and glared at Xi Yuehan angrily, "Why do you talk to Zhizhi alone? You are a prisoner now, how dare you make such an outrageous request?"

"It's my business to make my request, and it's up to Miss Ji to answer or not."

A handsome and profound face was raised in the corner, with a wicked smile on his lips, he fixedly looked at Ji Zhiyue.

"Miss Ji, are you willing?"

Ji Zhiyue's heart trembled, and she immediately shook her head violently. The first reaction was to refuse, but Xi Yuehan didn't wait for her to speak, and said with a faint smile:
"Are you sure you don't want to hear it? It's about Dongmu's life and death. I'll only say it once tonight. If you miss it, don't blame me."

Xi Yuehan spoke so seriously that he obviously wanted to deceive Ji Zhiyue, but Ji Zhiyue didn't dare to gamble, what if something really happened?
Even if there is only a one-in-a-thousand chance, she can't afford the consequences. After all, it's about her family and country, and she can't afford to gamble.

While hesitating, the big hand holding her tightened, and Wen Yanru was already standing in front of her.

"Don't go there."

The young general raised his spear and pointed at the man in the corner, "Xi Yuehan, what trick are you trying to do?"

There was a smile in the light blue eyes, completely ignoring the young general's questioning, just looking straight at Ji Zhiyue, his voice seemed to have a demagogic power.

"Miss Ji, do you want to listen? I'll say dozens of times, and it's fine if you don't come. I'll never mention this again. It's about Dongmu Jiangshan, and you will bear all the consequences."

As he spoke, he actually began to count down: "Ten, nine, eight, seven..."

During the slow counting, like a cat playing with a mouse, Ji Zhiyue's heart beat faster and faster, and cold sweat oozed from her forehead. She finally let go of Wen Yanru's hand, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. The tone said:
"Stop counting, I, I'm coming!"

Now that Ji Zhiyue agreed, Shi Xuanling couldn't say anything more, so he could only leave in resentment, and stood beside Wen Yanru, watching the hydra twisting its body in the lingering white mist, like a demon.

"Zhizhi, you must be careful, this hydra is very evil!"

In the dark prison, the candles were flickering, and the chill was bitter.

Ji Zhiyue moved her steps, approached the man in the corner cautiously, and slowly squatted down in front of him under his smiling gaze.

The girl was trembling with fear, but Xi Yuehan looked at her leisurely. It was the first time he had a close look at her appearance. She was white and clean, elegant and beautiful, with the scent of books all over her body, and she couldn't be weaker. of a little girl.

But it was her who broke Lanyanlihuo, ruined his plan, and killed a dozen of his most capable subordinates?
The man sneered, his light blue eyes narrowed slightly, he didn't know whether to think it was absurd or ridiculous.

In any case, such a person cannot stay in Dongmu. If he can be used by his Chinu tribe, wouldn't it be a great help?

He wanted to take her back, if he couldn't bring her back, he had to make her die in Dongmu!

Xi Yue said coldly: "Miss Ji, come closer, this sentence is very important, I only want to say it to you alone."

That handsome face was half-bright and half-dark under the lamp, Ji Zhiyue didn't dare to look at him directly, so she could only get closer and said in a trembling voice: "You, tell me, what is it..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Xi Yuehan stretched out his hand suddenly, wrapped his arms around her slender waist, pulled her into his arms, and lowered his head to enclose her small and bright red earlobes.

"Weaving!"

Shi Xuanling's face changed suddenly, and before he had time to step forward, Wen Yanru who was beside him had already raised his spear and pierced Xi Yuehan's arm as quickly as lightning, but he didn't dodge or dodge, and unexpectedly received this forcefully.

"Xi Yuehan, let me go!"

Wen Yanru yelled angrily, and stabbed a second time. Ji Zhiyue was frightened, but Xi Yuehan hugged her tightly, and suddenly bit her hard, leaving a bloodstain on her earlobe.

The girl cried out in pain, blood flowed from her ears, Wen Yanru's second shot followed, Xi Yuehan let go of her, and laughed loudly, wantonly and joyfully.

Ji Zhiyue was held in Wen Yanru's arms, she was so frightened that she burst into tears and her face was pale.

She was still in shock, but the man in the corner had already touched her lips with his fingers, licked the blood stains, looked at her with light blue eyes, and his laughter echoed throughout the dark prison, full of evil spirits——

"I like obedient girls the most, Ji Zhiyue, you are mine, follow me back to the Chinu tribe, I said I want to sleep with you, you will not escape!"

-

Ye Mingzhu shone with soft light, illuminating the entire palace, Yue Wujiu held the long sword of Luxin in one hand, and a palace lantern in the other, standing in front of a huge mural.

He took down the palace lantern in a corner of the palace. With the luminous light of the night pearl, he carefully inspected the palace up and down. The biggest discovery was the mural in front of him.

In the painting, the moon is shining brightly, and four young men are sitting on the roof together, looking up at the bright fireworks in the sky, their clothes fluttering, chic and unrestrained, very unhappy.

However, all four of them have one thing in common, that is——

wearing a mask.

The masks are unique in shape, exquisite and elegant, covering the upper half of their faces, only showing the corners of their smiling lips.

One of them was wearing a golden flying dragon mask, one was wearing a majestic white tiger mask, the other was wearing a gentle and peaceful divine deer mask, and the last one had a phoenix soaring nine days impressively outlined on the mask.

The four of them were dressed gorgeously and wore jade around their waists. Although they covered most of their faces, they couldn't hide their arrogant, noble, and high-spirited temperament. They knew their identities at a glance, and they were not ordinary people.

And the man wearing the phoenix mask also held a bamboo flute in his hand, playing the flute leisurely under the moon, cheering for the companions beside him, his figure was graceful, like an exile.

Holding the palace lantern, Yue Wujiu carefully inspected every inch of the mural, and finally found another corner.

He saw the inscription of this mural, but perhaps because it was too old, the handwriting was mottled and unclear, and only a paragraph of records emerged vaguely.

The year, month and day happened to be blurred, but the following sentence was clear, congratulating Muhua Festival together.

Mu Hua Festival?
Yue Wujiu frowned slightly, he had never heard of this festival, maybe it is a unique festival on Yunzhou Island?
Sure enough, he continued to look down, and the following paragraph roughly introduced the Muhua Festival, Mu Shaohua, forming a heart, wearing a mask, and setting off lanterns are indeed unique customs on the island.

But looking at the literal meaning, this Muhua Festival should be spent by men and women together, expressing affection with lanterns, and expressing their hearts to each other, but on the mural there are four big men clearly, what kind of lanterns do they put on, and what kind of sympathy do they form?

The more Wujiu frowned, the more he looked at it, they all recorded the state of mind of the four people at that time, celebrating the festive season together, drinking under the moon, enjoying fireworks together, and singing happily. It seems that they are four very close friends.

A few more paragraphs later became blurred, until the last sentence, sixteen characters, sonorous and forceful, full of hope——

Stop war with war, level the universe, clear rivers and seas, and pray for a prosperous age.

Yue Wujiu whispered repeatedly, secretly guessing that these four masked young men were probably comrades-in-arms who went to battle together to kill the enemy?

They have gone through gunpowder and war several times hand in hand, and finally quelled the turmoil in the world. The four of them disarmed and returned to the fields, and they participated in the Muhua Festival together.

Vivid images seemed to appear in front of his eyes. When Yue Wujiu was immersed in his own speculation, the palace lantern moved down unconsciously, and unexpectedly illuminated a line of small characters at the bottom.

His eyes lit up, and he hurriedly took a closer look. It turned out that the bottom of the mural had four people's names on it. Unfortunately, the bottom of the mural was eroded so badly that the four people's names were mottled and unclear. Only the first three names could be vaguely seen. Only the last name remains intact.

Yue Wujiu held the palace lantern, slowly shone it on, and murmured out the first three surnames——

Kuang, Yue, Zhong.

His complexion suddenly changed, as if he had just woken up from a dream, and he looked at the four men on the mural suddenly, and an unknown coldness shot up from the soles of his feet in an instant.

"Kuang" is the surname of today's son, and the Dongmu royal family are all descendants of the Kuang family.

Needless to say, "Yue" is his family name.

And the "bell", because the bottom is mottled and incomplete, but combined with the faint strokes and various signs, it is not difficult to deduce that the complete surname should be the word "Zhongli".

The boy's heart was pounding, and he quickly looked at the fourth name, but he was completely stunned!

"how so?"

　Guess who is the fourth person on the mural?

　　See you tomorrow~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)