MTL - The White-Haired Imperial Concubine-Chapter 154

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The person brought by Zongzheng Wuyou quickly resolved the guards, and approached the carriage, and at the same time raised his sword to cross, the body was broken, the frame was scattered, and the carriage was chopped.

The man in the car was still sitting firmly and calmly. He didn't seem to care about everything around him. He only looked at the man who was lying on the ground and died, and his heart was sad. In this life, how many people have really treated him since he came to this day? He has changed countless personal guards before and after. This is the only person who is still worried about his life and death. "Li Liang, I remember you! If you can leave alive today, I will be kind to your family." He said this in his heart, then, clenched the sword handle in his hands and stood up. Even if there was only a dead end ahead, he had to fight.

Zong Zheng stepped off the car board slowly, and the man who was waiting for him with his arrows on his horse was riding on the horse's back and looked down at him. . His face was calm and fearless. In addition, the throne has been seized, and revenge has been reported. Even if he died today for his beloved, it is not bad. After all, the mother is still alive, let the mother do it for herself.

Zong Zheng stood still without any plans, looking at the Zong Zheng sitting on horseback with no worries, holding his head up and calmly speaking, "My life is here, you can take it."

Hundreds of people moved together, trying to snipe this person.

Zongzheng Wuyou suddenly raised his hand to stop and ordered him to step back. He turned over and leaped off his horse, holding the sword in his hand, moving forward through the blade, drawing a long opening in the ground, like splitting the heavens and the earth in half.

The cold wind hunted, whining in my ears. Dark clouds gather in the sky, and heavy snow, such as the size of a goose feather, wafts across the world, boundless and endless.

There is no such thing as a tragedy.

Manyu looked at it from a distance and did not step forward. Running all the way from the horse, his mind was full of thoughts. Zongzheng's worries like Yan Luo, the **** of Yan Luo, seemed to be destroying the sky, which was a side she had never seen before. She suddenly felt that perhaps there was another reason for his abnormality today. If she only knew the misunderstanding of her understanding of him, it should not be so. The hatred between the two of them was so deep that it was too deep for anyone to stop, including God.

The distance between one foot, the two brothers held swords and pointed at each other, greatly increasing their murderousness. Zongzheng's Wuyou Sword gathers its inner strength, and when wielding, a dazzling cold light suddenly appears. His sword is pointing directly at Zongzheng's unwieldy chest, with lightning-like speed, and the momentum is extremely unbelievable.

Zong Zheng was unwilling to wave his sword one block, the sword stabbed and tinnitus, with great momentum. The strong sword strength and internal force shocked the outsiders by a hundred steps. He used 10% of his strength to block all the effort, and only one move, he won the game. His injury was serious and he lost too much blood. At this time, using internal force was taboo, and Zongzheng Wuyou used at least 70% of his strength. Therefore, Zongzheng's body was like a broken kite. He flew out, hit a mountainside on one side, and bounced back to the ground. He couldn't help humming, spit blood, his wound was cracked, and his internal organs seemed to be shifted.

This situation was beyond Zongzheng's worry-free surprise. He couldn't help but take a moment's glance, Feng Feng's eyes froze, and laughed coldly: "How can you be so bad?" What conspiracy and tricks is he making?

Zong Zheng did nothing to sneer at him, only ridiculed himself, raised his hands and wiped the corners of his mouth, but couldn't stop the bright red that was still flowing. The passing of life did not bring him despair and sorrow. He picked up the sword that fell on his side, stood by himself, and stood on the ground with his sword. In front of the enemy, even if dead, stand dead! He glanced faintly through countless horses and white-haired women riding on horseback not far away, and smiled desolately: "Rong Le, how long can you ... remember me after I die?" One day? One year? Still a lifetime? This question, he really wanted to know.

Zong Zheng's body was shaken, his sword-shaking hand trembled, and he suddenly wanted to know such an answer. If this person died in his hands for her, would this person live forever in her heart? This possibility made him unable to move forward as if he had been nailed to the ground. He paused and turned to look around. In the snowstorm, the woman had white hair scattered, her body was thin, and the wind swelled her fox fur coat, as if to take her away at any time.

Her eyes were as silent as the night sky, and she clenched her lips. She could not answer this question, nor could she answer it.

After a moment of silence, only the chirping sound of the cold wind and snow whipping past them. The wind passed by, but the chill stopped in my heart.

"Why not answer?" The person who asked this sentence was Zongzheng worry-free. He looked at the little plant in her arms, his eyes cold and complicated.

Manyu clenched the reins tightly, his legs pinched the horse's belly, and he drove forward. Only then jumped down, walked five steps in front of Zongzheng Wuyou, looked straight into his eyes, looked calm, and sighed and asked: "What do you want to hear from me?"

Zong Zheng looked away without worrying about her, his voice was cold and a little uneasy, "It's not I think, but you think."

His lips fluttered and he smiled bitterly. "I think? What do you think you don't know? I am in this world, but a lone soul ... If it were not you, my lone soul would have died And this world, apart from you, there is nothing worthy of my nostalgia. What I think ... But, if you live, I live; you die, I die. That's it! "Her gaze was frank But firm, the sadness in his eyes was so clearly visible. Is this enough? Her life is his, her body is his, and her heart is also his. What is he not to worry about?

Zong Zheng Wuyou was shocked at the same time as Zong Zheng's unprepared heart. She was so frank and direct. Zongzheng Wuyou seemed to be unable to return to his mind all of a sudden, turning his eyes to the woman in front of him, but his eyes never warmed.

Suddenly Zongzheng laughed, and smiled bleakly, "I really hope that the sword in the inn, you are not biased." In this way, he could not hear her promise to Zongzheng's worry-free life and death, then Even if you die, you won't die so much, right? If he died in her hands, maybe he could live in her heart for a few more days.

Manyu listened, tightening his lips, holding a sword, turned and walked towards Zongzheng without help. Zong Zheng looked at her with no worries, without obstruction.

Man stepped slowly, each step turning his heart into a stone. Some things should be understood, and she also wanted to understand that if the two of them were destined to live only one, then she had no choice at all. Fu Fu, she didn't want him to die because of her, but if his death is unavoidable today, it is better to let Fu Zhao die in her hands than let worry free. She is just a concubine, a red-faced evil in the eyes of the world. But worry-free is different, he is the emperor! In this world, we always pay attention to some kindness and morality. Those superficial things can be ignored by others, but the emperor can't be ignored. This is how to be an emperor, and many things can't be helped. This is also why Fu was elected to the throne, Lao Jiu was only under house arrest, and Zong Zheng Xiaoren was still alive to this day. The world is undecided, the emperor cannot give the impression that the six relatives do not recognize the cruelty, or else the people will all betray their hearts and kill Fu Fu, how easy is it to deal with the Emperor Fu who has won the power?

She looked at the difficult posture of Zongzheng's supportive standing, hiding her pain with a smile and doing nothing without expression, as if she had been with her without incident after suffering the bone-piercing pain. Her heart was sour and inexplicable. She couldn't help but think back, she had lived for more than 20 years in this past and present. How many people have given her such sincerity? In addition to worry-free, only Fu Fu is afraid. Destiny makes people unable to compete with them.

She turned her head, looking at the dark night, and pressed down all the emotions in her heart, her voice was cold and calm, "If you want, I can satisfy you, and add another sword. This time, there will be no deviation. But you don't Hopefully, I will be ashamed of my life for this. "

I don't know if it should be told to others or to herself. After she said, she pushed the blood in her hand in front of him without looking at him. "I don't need this thing, please take it back."

Zong Zheng watched her sideways face twisted to one side. The eyes covered by the droopy eyelashes were indifferent and alienated expressions, and behind that expression, there was always a trace of sadness that could not be touched. He glanced down and handed the little plant in front of him, just to find this little plant. He put down the chapel that was not stable enough, went to the border, and he could calm down the war in three months, but he used the big one. For half a year, she dispatched everyone, at all costs, only for her three thousand white hair. Finding this thing, for more than three months, I don't know how much blood he has sucked and how much energy he has hurt. It takes only time to recover from a physical injury, but it is difficult to recover if the vitality is injured. If it was put in the past, he would not be so vulnerable even with this sword. But what is the use of these?

"Okay. If you take back the black blood, it will reduce the burden on your heart, then I will take it back." He slightly held the corner of his lips, and the gentle smile was like the expression that accompanied him day and night, but he couldn't hide the loneliness and sad. Now that you are going to die, if you can do more for her, do more for her. He smiled and said lightly: "This thing is just to find it for fun, you don't need it, then throw it away."

He took the blood, and threw away what was once cherished as life. The delicate ceramic flower pot was shattered into pieces, and the rhizome of the plant was broken, and the red blood was flowing out, which seemed to express a strong sadness for its unfortunate fate. 2k novel reading network