Proud Concubine Difficult to Train: My Palace Comes from Modern Times

---Prime Minister Bai's appointment, even if we can't stay together, it will last forever---

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The gentleman was startled when he heard the words, and when he raised his eyes, he was shocked by the bloody and violent scene of dozens of steps.

The wind howled at the top of the peak, and the blood spread out and became more and more intense. The stinging air encroached on her senses like a cold blade, and there were shrill voices in her ears. Although she felt compassion, she knew Poor people must have hateful things, such fate is the result of self-cultivation, cause and effect.

It's just that bloody and cruel, the murderous Wanyan Che wanted to fight him, Junziyan couldn't help feeling worried, his eyes flashed complicatedly, and he said to Wanyan Che: "You are injured, it's not his opponent, he I just want revenge, let's go back."

If it wasn't for his injuries, he might be his opponent, but at this moment, his intuition tells Jun Ziyan that the timing and location are not right, which is obviously not good for Wanyan Che.

Hearing this, Wanyan Che's bright eagle eyes trembled slightly, and he raised his eyes to meet her. Seeing that the worry in Jun Ziyan's eyes was obviously worried, he couldn't help reaching out to hold Jun Ziyan's catkin holding the rein, and asked delusional Said: "Yan'er, I, if I am safe and sound, can you come back to my side?"

Hearing this, Jun Ziyan's eyes opened wide, and his brain was shocked. The man in front of him was pale, with bloodstains on the corner of his mouth, and his armor was mottled with blood, but it still didn't reduce his heroic spirit. In this situation, Jun Ziyan was in a state of confusion. , frowned, pulled out his hand, and said: "Wanyan Che, you must go back with me now, I don't know how to ride a horse, if you are not afraid of me falling to your death, you can fight him, listen to me, and heal your injuries Say more."

The cold voice was slightly higher, with an angry expression on her face. She didn't want to owe another favor to others, especially the man in front of her. Regarding Wanyan Che, she didn't want to have any ties with him. This time, it was purely an accident!

Hearing this, Wanyan Che's only hope had been extinguished, and he withdrew his hands stiffly, resisting the fishy sweetness in his chest, and said: "As long as you hold the rein, 'Cang Po' will never throw you , the emperor has an order, I must take him, this is an imperial order, and I, Wanyan Che, cannot disobey the order."

"You—then you have to divide the time, instead of looking for death blindly, listen to me and go back with me." The gentleman said in anger, and really didn't know whether he should be called pedantic or stupid and loyal at this time.

Today's son loves talents and cherishes talents, how could he convict Wanyan Che because he was injured and unable to fight.

This is a steep ridge and a hanging peak. If you fight here, and you are injured, even if you are lucky enough not to fall, you will still have half your life. Does this person have any brains?

"Yan'er, are you worried about me?" Seeing her angry, Wanyan Che clearly told himself that she would not care about him, but she still did not give up and asked.

"Wanyanche, you—" Junzi said angrily, her clear face flushed as red as red.

Being disturbed by his affectionate eyes and sad voice, if it wasn't for the fact that he was injured, I really wanted to slap him to wake him up.

"Yes? I'll go with you after you answer." Wanyan Che asked again, holding her tightly, his eyes begging and begging, even if she just nodded lightly, or answered against her will, he would be fine. accept.

"Yes--in terms of emotion and reason, my gentleman says it is impossible to be indifferent to a person who saves me, so I will care about your life and death, can you come with me now? I really don't know how to ride a horse." Finally A few words, the gentleman's words are almost verbal answers.

Hearing this, Wanyan Che smiled, his eyes were moist, but he couldn't bear to let them fall when they were getting foggy, and asked again: "Then, forgive me? Huh?"

"You—Wanyan Che, you're never finished!" the gentleman said angrily.

"Answer me?" Wanyan Che asked again, with a sad look in his eyes, without the hostility of an imminent challenge.

"I—" Jun Ziyan's expression froze again.

Recalling the scenes, his violence, his repentance, his unreasonable troublemaking, his arrogance, his persistence and affection, and looking at him who is so sad that he has no trace of rigidity at this time, suddenly, the gentleman said something At a loss, she didn't care about Xi Yan, but she really didn't know how to answer this question.

But, from Gu Xiyan's point of view, Jun Ziyan knew that she had already forgiven her. Although such a pure woman died because of him, she still loved him.

Thinking of this, Jun Ziyan smiled at him in relief, and said, "Yes, Gu Xiyan has forgiven you, although it doesn't matter if I don't forgive, but I can answer you as Jun Ziyan, she has forgiven what you did to him before. , just because she once really loved you."

A few words made the hot tears in Wanyan Che's eyes flow down, and a smile appeared on her Junjun face, that's enough, this is enough, he is already satisfied to get her forgiveness.

Jun Ziyan was stunned by Wanyan Che's tearful expression, which was a kind of relief without regrets.

All of a sudden, Jun Ziyan's heart shook, a bad feeling made her suffocate, and when she saw him reach out to caress her face, she didn't avoid it unexpectedly, but just looked at him calmly.

Before she came back to her senses, Wanyan Che shook the reins, 'Cang Po' neighed, Jun Ziyan gripped the reins tightly in surprise, his spring eyes opened, rubbing against Wanyan Che's mournful eyes. Pass.

"Wanyanche, you lied to me—" Junziyan's annoyed scolding voice was heard next to his ears, and Wanyanche's thin lips lifted into a smile, Yan'er, in the next life, I will still be a husband and wife with you.

When the sound of horseshoes got farther and farther away, Wanyan Che's eyes turned and suddenly settled on the edge of the peak cliff, frantically facing Iron Fan Wuming, who was inflicting capital punishment on Luo Wumin.

In the cold wind, Wanyan Che stood majestic in his armor, like a long-drawn sword in the setting sun and the setting sun, with the 'Cang Lie' at his waist held in his hand. Revealed, in Duanbi Peak with the wind Manting.

Sensing the murderous aura of tens of steps, Iron Fan Wuming, whose white skirt was covered in blood, looked sideways, his stinging eyes devoured blood and was horrified.

The setting sun was reflected on his blood-stained skirt, like a bloody rainbow and a broken axe, the blood-oozing iron fan opened in his hand, the silver tool flashed coldly, his thin lips raised coldly, his eyes were filled with disdain and contempt, and he said coldly : "Overestimating one's abilities!" The four words are clearly murderous.

Clouds surge, wind blows, and bursts of clothes are blown apart.

The two looked at each other and stood facing each other, their swords were on the verge of breaking out, each sword was sharp and murderous, and they were all rushing out, faintly waiting to go.

As soon as the scabbard in Wanyan Che's hand came out, the sword energy immediately frightened the souls of all directions, and the iron-cut sword tip shot out a dazzling cold light in the setting sun, like a thousand-year-old ice arrow, heading straight towards the nameless iron fan. The figure shot away, with a murderous look in his eyes.

Clang!

When the swords and fans collided, a series of dazzling sparks were set off!

Iron fan A nameless iron fan, like blood dripping on a silver plate, greets people against the enemy, and the silver tool stings people.

The two figures separated suddenly, turned back to stand, stared at each other and fixed their eyebrows.

The hunting wind blows everywhere, strikes like rain, and in hundreds of moves, the sword energy is swayed like a silent deep sea, swallowing thousands of waves, and the cold light frightens the sky

The iron fan flies freely, like flowing clouds and flowing water, the torrent hits the rock, the waterfall is swift, and the vast sword shadow is dazzling.

Between one sword and one double-edged sharp strike, dazzling sparks were aroused, dazzling and dazzling, and the murderous aura was higher than the next.

On Duanbi Peak, the two of them fought with hundreds of tricks and shadows, and there were many dangers, each with its own merits.

However, no matter how powerful the 'Cang Lie' is in Wanyan Che's hand, and no matter how ruthless his moves are, he is still no match for the dizziness caused by excessive blood loss. When he closed his eyes and lost his mind, the opponent swung the fan blade, and the horizontal groove of the armor burst out, and the blood in the chest was faintly red The gurgling made him unable to do anything, so he stabbed his sword and braced his knees, panting heavily, and the murderous look in his eyes remained undiminished.

Iron Fan retracted, Iron Fan Wuming admired the injured Wanyan Che in his eyes, if he was not injured, I believe his strength is not as good as this, he has always respected heroes, even though he is just a killer who lives in the dark all day long.

"If you have this strength, you might as well save people. If it's later, I'm afraid the general's wife will encounter disaster." Iron Fan Wuming reminded with 'kindness' that it would be a pity if that woman really died.

"What do you mean?" Wanyan Che's brain shuddered, and he looked at him in shock, with a murderous look in his eyes.

"Believe it or not, I don't want to kill you, and you don't have the capital to die in the hands of my iron fan. No one has paid for your worth. For a worthless person, nameless disdain to kill you , That’s all for now, there will be a later date!” As soon as these words came out, Iron Fan Wuming leaped into the air, and a white shadow flew across the sky, and there was no trace of him on the peak.

"You—stop." Wanyan Che roared angrily, thinking of Jun Ziyan's dangerous situation, he felt even more stupid. He should have gone back with her just now, instead of wasting time here.

Tearing off the sleeves of his clothes, Wanyan Che first sealed the big holes on his chest, then bandaged the wound on his thigh, and immediately stepped down the hill, leaping down, not caring that such a brutal move would cause great internal damage to himself.

On the other side, Jun Ziyan was galloping under Cang Po, his thin body was on the verge of falling on the horse, the wind was fierce, and he was about to pull her off the horse, his face was as white as snow with shock, the scene in front of him flashed by in front of his eyes, The heart is beating like a drum, on such a steep mountain, coupled with galloping like flying, it is already frightening to the point of losing three souls.

At this time, Su Shajue, who was catching up from the middle of the peak, came with a horse, with a noble aura that could not be concealed, and the figure galloping across the peak was dazzling and dazzling, elegant and noble like a fairy, untouched by the mortal world.

In the distance, Fang already saw the dark horse coming down from Fengling, and the blue shadow immediately made Su Shajue's eyes shine.

"Drive——" Su Shajue swung his whip again, was startled pale by Jun Ziyan's precarious body, and shouted: "Zi Yan, hold the horse's neck and wait for me—don't let yourself fall."

The thick voice reverberated across the peaks and ridges, and echoes echoed, all of which were the unprecedented chills and panic in the man's heart.

The gentleman who was originally in a state of prestige heard the words and prestige eyes, and saw the man in black on the brown pony running towards him in the distance. In an instant, the frightened heart became slightly invisible, and an elegant smile appeared on his beautiful face. With a smile, she knew that he would definitely come to save her, like every time, when she was in distress, he would lend a helping hand, just like the ray of dawn in winter.

The horseshoes galloped wildly, and the two horses, one black and one brown, were about to pass by in the steep ridge. The wind was howling, and it was extremely dangerous.

In the dark, a bow and arrow was aimed at the woman in the blue shirt on the black horse in the steep ridge. The point of the arrow was murderous.

call out--

In the cold wind of the steep mountains, the arrow was about to hit. When the two handsome horses brushed each other, Su Shajue's eyes suddenly froze, and his expression was frightened. , the arrow has passed straight through the back shoulder.

The horse galloped wildly, the two passed by each other, Jun Ziyan opened his eyes, and watched Su Shajue block an arrow for himself, "Shajue—" His voice was dry, like a lonely wild goose full of sorrow .

Narrow ridges and steep peaks, precipitous and frightening, Jun Ziyan stretched out his hand on the "Cang Po" to catch Su Shajue, but he was helpless. At this moment, Jun Ziyan was struck by panic that he had never had before, and his thoughts were terrified. .

Su Shajue, who was wounded by an arrow, fell from his horse. During the rapid fall, he lost control and rolled over. He was about to fall down a steep ridge, when he heard a snapping sound, the arrow handle was broken by him. With a chain of blades around his waist, he used all his internal strength to swing it out.

A tree on the steep peak was suddenly cut down and fell, blocking the way of 'Cang Po'.

In an instant, 'Cang Po' raised its hooves and neighed, and finally stopped running. Jun Ziyan fell from his horse, leaving scratches all over his body, but at this time, she had already taken care of it flawlessly.

Seeing Jun Ziyan was safe and sound, and stumbling towards him, Su Shajue's heart was shocked, a look of joy appeared on Jun Yi's face, a large amount of blood gushed out from his chest, seeping into the usually noble and elegant Xuanyi skirt .

"Shajue, Shajue—" Jun Ziyan scrambled to walk in front of him, immediately got down on the ground, clutched Su Shajue's blood-stained hand, and said in a panic, "Hold on, for me, don't fall."

He was the first person she wanted to fall in love with, and she didn't want the two of them to be separated forever before they committed themselves to each other. Since he already had a place in her heart, she would not allow her to abandon herself.

Drops of salty tears splashed on his face, Su Shajue was shocked, her eyes were startled, her words pierced into his heart like thorns and needles.

With a heavy panting voice, he said with a smile: "Ziyan, believe me, even if I fall, we will meet again one day, leave me alone, if you pull me again, you will fall too—"

With an arrow in his body and the above, he used his internal force to swing the blade, his heart was sealed by the arrow, and he was already unable to perform lightness kung fu.

"Su Shajue, don't you want to marry me? Don't you want me? Have you forgotten what we said before Xue Xingying? We are going to Peach Blossom Valley in three months, you are willing to abandon me Are you willing?" The bloody hand was slightly slippery, Jun Ziyan grasped it desperately with all his strength, and shouted at Su Shajue, her voice was full of despair, if he really fell, she knew what would happen to her ?

"I don't give up, you are the woman I love the most in my life, how can I give up? So - I won't die, Ziyan, let me go!" Su Shajue broke out in heartache, and layers of mist gradually formed in the deep pool eyes , hot tears slid down his Jueyi face, how could he be willing to let her cry, his words.

"I won't let you go. If you let go, you will die, and I will die too. Sha Jue, I beg you, for me and for Xuan Han, don't fall." Clutching Su Shajue's hand, he shook his head and howled weeping.

"Ziyan, let go quickly." Feeling that the rock was about to crack, Su Shajue was shocked and shouted at Junziyan.

"I don't—" The bloody wrist gradually slipped from Jun Ziyan's sweaty hands, but Jun Ziyan still held on tightly, and his body was already slipping down a little bit.

"I'm not going to die, believe me, I'm going to die forever, I won't marry unless you are a gentleman, wait for me!" There was his usual tenderness in his voice, this sentence was his first promise to her .

Swipe your fingertips twice, and wave your hand, "No—Sha Jue."

The sound quenched the blood, and the three words were full of sorrow and desolation, which was her unreserved despair and dryness.

In the clouds and mists of hundreds of mountains, Junziyan's desolate voice shook the mountains, and Susha, whose figure kept falling, smiled, with the residual warmth from just now on her wrist, looking at the dried blood between her fingers , The promise between her and him has solidified, just like his love has been dusty since then.

Prime Minister Bai made an appointment, even if he couldn't stay together, it would last forever.