The emperor's favorite useless concubine

Chapter 257 She Doesn't Feel Obtrusive
Since Helan Wushuang, very few people have shaken her hand, even the drifters who get along day and night, because of their status and their respective scruples, they have never had such an intimate act of holding hands.

However, Liu Zhufeng is holding her like this now, she doesn't feel awkward.

Liu Zhufeng's footsteps were in a hurry, and he just dragged her to an empty stadium behind the hall.

"Chasing the wind?" Wei Shi, who was already inside, heard footsteps at the door, turned around suddenly,
I saw that Liu Zhufeng was actually holding his stepmother - originally, holding his stepmother was not a big deal, but their feelings were far from being as simple as mother and child.

That's no wonder, Liu Zhufeng's stepmother, Mrs. Xi, is a rare beauty.

Wei Shi suddenly became vigilant, but Dugu quickly shook off Liu Zhufeng's hand, and the inexplicable feeling she had just now disappeared.

"Master, is there any other way?" Liu Zhufeng asked anxiously as he led Dugu Xi to Yi Ren's side.

Duguxi looked at Yi Ren for a long time, that pale girl, the girl who gave her too many surprises.Already not breathing.

"Master!" Liu Zhufeng stared at her and said word by word: "Help her."

He had never asked her so solemnly before, so that she was a little puzzled, and subconsciously asked, "Why?"

"Because...they are my friends." Liu Zhufeng sighed, "It's also because I don't want to disappoint myself."

When did it start, the matter between He Lanxue and Yi Ren was no longer their own business.

It carries the fulfillment and expectations of too many people.

"Help her." Liu Zhufeng stared at her and repeated these words.

Dugu looked at him quietly.

He Lanxue has searched all the places around her.

My heart hurts more and more, and I can't breathe because of the pain.

Something was dissipating, he knew it.

Something very important was missing, and he clearly sensed its departure, cutting it apart inch by inch from the flesh and blood.

That night, he reappeared in front of Liu Zhufeng.

Liu Zhufeng seemed to know that he would come to him, and there were wine glasses on the table.

The red liquid in the wine glass swayed vigorously.

"Where does Wei Shi live?" He Lanxue asked.

Liu Zhufeng looked at him, hesitant to speak.

"Where is Wei Shi?!" He Lanxue rushed over suddenly, grabbed him by the collar, lifted Liu Zhufeng up, and asked.

"It's none of Wei Shi's business." Liu Zhufeng sighed, "Axue..."

"Don't call me that!" He Lanxue stopped coldly, then took a step back, "I'll go find her. She must have taken Yi Ren away."

"Axue..." Liu Zhufeng didn't care about the neckline that was messed up by him, and said softly: "There is no Yiren anymore, there is no Yiren in this world."

But He Lanxue seemed to have never heard of it, he still turned around, holding the hairpin he just picked up from Liu Zhufeng's table in his hand.

The barrette that Yi Ren put in her hair today.

His footsteps are getting faster and faster, hurry up and leave.Leave what Liu Zhufeng is about to say.

"Axue, Yiren is gone!" Liu Zhufeng stood up and shouted at his back: "She's dead! This time, you can't catch her anymore! It's over! It's over!"

"Shut up!" He Lanxue turned around abruptly, her eyes were about to burst, "What nonsense are you talking about! She was still here just now, still talking and laughing and still beside me!"

The voice and smile are so lively.

"You came to Macau to gamble, didn't you also discover this secret? You know, she can't stand it anymore-Axue, listen to me. It is true that Yi Ren no longer exists, but..."

However, she is still there, but she is no longer Yi Ren.

Just like five years ago, after abandoning the physical body, the lingering soul returned to the place where you met.

You will not know each other, and you will be separated from time and space.You are alone in her time, she is forgotten in your time.

It's a pity that He Lanxue couldn't hear the words that followed.

My heart hurts, and my whole body is crushed, the pain is unstoppable, piece by piece, bit by bit, shattered, bloody.

He tasted a fishy sweetness in his mouth.

He Lanxue's eyes were blurred.

It seemed that he saw her, but he didn't seem to see her.

The river is dense.

Yi Ren squatted on the opposite bank, resting his chin with both hands, still smiling heartlessly, quietly and insightfully.

gradually blurred.

I stare at your face in the afterlife by the Sansheng River.

but--

I can't see clearly, your appearance...

He Lanxin finally decided to leave the mountain.

Before leaving, he went to bid farewell to the two masters.

Lu Chuan has already left the customs, and he is playing chess with Feng Jiu—to be precise, he is accompanying Feng Jiu who is playing chess.

Feng Jiuzheng was having a great time playing with herself, completely ignoring the ice-like person standing behind her.

Lu Chuan has only been obsessed with swordsmanship throughout his life, and is almost indifferent to other things.

Naturally, I don't know how to play chess.

However, he likes to watch Feng Jiu playing chess.Focused and ethereal.

For Lu Chuan, 15 years is just a moment.

Perhaps, the blade felt sharper, and the light of the sword became brighter.That's all.

Fifteen years, to Feng Jiu, is like a lifetime.

Under house arrest since childhood, the memory of the first 19 years is the high-rise compound of the Feng family.

The memories from the age of 19 to 29 are the bloody storms in the rivers and lakes and the turbulence in the court.

On the contrary, these 15 years have been the most comfortable moments in my life. I only do what I want to do every day, teaching Xiaoxin, painting, playing chess, or watching Lu Chuan practice swords.

Looking at the snowflakes, the peach blossoms, the rain, and the waterfall, he looks like when he is pulling the sword flower.

very beautiful.

What kind of feelings do you have for Lu Chuan?
Feng Jiu was actually not clear about it, maybe, when he gave up entering the highest state of swordsmanship, forcibly destroyed half of his practice, and rushed to rescue him from thousands of troops.Feng Jiu knew that he would never be able to bear him.

The marriage ran aground that night, and after Lu Chuan killed the last person, he stood indifferently in front of him.

"Get married, have children, and live an ordinary life. Is that what you really want? If so, I will never appear in front of you in this life." Lu Chuan's voice was very weak, making it difficult to detect emotions.

"Yes! Aren't you in seclusion? Why do you have to rush here? I can handle my affairs." Feng Jiu remembers answering like this at the time.

Lu Chuan didn't answer, just turned around and left.

It's just that the footsteps are far less light and windy than usual, and even a little staggering.

Whether Feng Jiu's love is right, Lu Chuan has always been as powerful as a god.He rarely walks like this.

He ran over.

When he walked around in front of Lu Chuan, he realized that Lu Chuan's lapel was covered with blood stains.

Knowing that he was in danger, he gave up that once-in-a-hundred-year opportunity. During the fight, he was forced to suppress the internal force to backfire.

For a person who is obsessed with martial arts, such behavior is tantamount to suicide.

He may have all his meridians cut off, he may lose all his martial arts, and he may never be able to hold a sword again in this life.

But he still came, rescued him, and then left without saying a word, without saying anything.

(End of this chapter)