Crazy Young Empress: Shadowsong Moon Dance

Preface to Chapter 1 - Yan Ye Fengyun

In the ancient country of Dayan, it was the ninth year of Renli.

The cool wind is bleak, and the moon is in the sky.

A young man in brocade clothes, with his hands behind his back, wandered in the hall with a long body and a jade body.

Although the furnishings are simple and simple, it is difficult to conceal the noble status of the owner of the mansion, as can be seen from the complete set of rosewood furniture and the high-quality ancient swords displayed on the case.

The two golden dragons engraved on the gold-plated scabbard are lifelike as if leaping into the air, and a circle of oriental pearls around the hilt are inlaid with dark green emerald gemstones, which seem to have accumulated thousands of years of love and hatred for Goma. .

The man paced in front of the hall and then hesitated to the side of the sword, his sharp and resolute facial features showed anxiety.

Suffering from left and right, he was about to raise his voice to call people to prepare horses, when he suddenly heard the sound of hurried footsteps from far to near.A figure flashed into sight in the blink of an eye.

"I'm just about to go out of the house to find out for myself, how is it, what's the situation?"

The man raised his eyebrows lightly and asked urgently, his voice was hoarse and deep.

The visitor was in his twenties, his slender figure was hidden under the black night clothes, his movements were crisp and crisp, and his expression was stern and serious, like a dark night evil spirit.

He knelt down on one knee and saluted: "General, my subordinates are incompetent. I was still one step too late after I rode my horse and galloped there. There was already a sea of ​​flames there. It is said..."

The man's sword eyebrows were upside down and his star eyes were sharp: "What did you say? Tell me quickly!"

The visitor lowered his head deeply and said in a sad tone:

"It is said that Chen Tian was killed on the spot in his sleep, and Mo Qingchou fled while guarding Leng Qingxie in adversity, and finally... was forced to the cliff by hundreds of elite imperial guards. Unfortunately...it was difficult."

The man staggered back two steps, and roared furiously: "Chentu actually lied to me! Didn't he say that only killing Chentian would not hurt his family?"

Seeing that the visitor bowed his head and said nothing, he asked in a trembling voice with the last trace of luck in his heart:
"Then... what about the child? What about the pair of bloodlines of the junior sister?"

The young man who often knelt on the ground raised his head, his eyes filled with tears: "General, don't worry about her...she jumped off the cliff with a child in her arms!"

This last sentence of bad news was like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, completely shattering the fantasies of the man in the fancy dress.

He turned around and pounced on the ancient sword, and swung the sword out of its sheath with a wave of his arms. The clear sword light reflected the extremely sad and angry eyes red, and the heart-piercing voice seemed to inject the sadness of several generations:
"It is in vain that I, Yun Xiaochuan, sit on this Xuanming sword bestowed by the former king, but at this moment, I am locked up in the mansion like a trapped beast by the imperial decree. I know that my junior sister is in trouble but I can't go to the rescue. This is really a big irony!"

Accompanied by mourning, and with a wave of Yun's arm, the ancient sword wrapped in blue light flashed out through the window and nailed obliquely to the screen wall in the courtyard.

I only saw the hilt of the sword trembling deeply and the sword qi clanging.

"General, that's a imperial sword, how can...?"

Yun Xiaochuan mocked with a lingering face:
"Imperial sword? Hmph! After this bloody storm, I am afraid that the benevolent calendar of the Great Yan Kingdom will be rewritten. Who is afraid of this mere sword bestowed by the previous king..."

After a long while, watching his subordinates retreat into the darkness in the distance, Yun Xiaochuan's starry eyes concealed the shadow of swords and swords, and he looked up at the night sky sadly and murmured:
"Junior Sister, you will blame me for sacrificing you for the sake of the people of Yan Kingdom? You shouldn't be lonely if you want to have Chentian and your children to accompany you?"

The man was alone, wiping his tears with his head down.Smile miserably.

The bright moon is covered with dust, the starlight is dim, and the autumn night is speechless...

(End of this chapter)