Chi Lian walked to the river and stretched out the wrist with the dazzling scar into the clear water. A coolness washed into the wound, like the dry and hot earth finally receiving a baptism of spring rain.
More and more, the wound rolled open without hesitation, and traces of blood stretched endlessly into the clouds like red clouds, dyeing the sky above the water with a hazy red.
She stared at the water blankly, as if a little girl in pink clothes appeared, holding a sharp dagger in her hand, tremblingly touching a white porcelain wrist, and slowly, the pale flesh was cut open
As Cheng Hong rolled her head, the little girl's eyes were dark and her lips were blood red. She seemed to have done something extremely proud. She smiled at the person in front of her, with a bright and dazzling look on her face.
The moonlight was very soft, the leaves were swaying gently on the high branches, and the sky reflected colorful lights in the gaps between the leaves, covering the entire road.
Wei Zhuang stopped and asked lightly:
"What’s wrong with you?"
That man's voice was always so gentle and calm. Even if she was seriously injured, those bright and unruly eyes would never stay on her scars. He looked at her, but not looking at her.
It's like walking through transparent nothingness.
"It's okay." It's been a long time. She said that she didn't need to think about it. There was a hint of vulnerability on her lips that was pretending to smile. She knew very well that she could never show a trace of vulnerability in front of Wei Zhuang.
, because what that man needs is strong subordinates, no cumbersome burdens, and no weak and weak women.
"Very good." He said it so many times that he didn't hesitate at all, "Let's go." The words that followed were like his cold back, still cold and stubborn, without any emotion.
Chi Lian lowered her eyes with a complex expression and looked at herself in the water. Her eyebrows twitched imperceptibly. It was a very young face, fair and clean, with thick black hair and bright red lips.
The face is a symbol of beauty, but the current face clearly has such a charm, such a breathtaking enchantment, and a lingering ruthlessness, which can only be experienced by those who have experienced hell.
Only life can have its own charm, right?
There is no so-called Red Lotus Highness here, only Chi Lian of Quicksand.
But looking at myself in the water, that face suddenly twisted involuntarily, and suddenly transformed into the youthful and pure face of a few years ago, with pampering, confusion about the future, and
A touch of melancholy.
Yes, that is clearly the face of the dead Guren.
The golden sunlight shines from behind the clouds, with crystal clear light. There are lavender bruises on the corners of the girl's cherry-like lips, as if she is a lonely and forgotten angel in the world.
The most vivid appearance at that time was paired with the most unforgettable words:
"What are you doing here again?" Under the bright light, King Han squinted his eyes and stared at her with a gloomy look. Then he frowned tightly, paused, and said pitifully: "Sure enough, they are all trash.
Shameless, you knew that I didn’t welcome you here, but I just gave you a bit of dignity as a princess, so you didn’t throw you out directly. You are actually shameless, appearing in front of me again and again...
Get out."
Honglian's body froze on the ground, and she slowly raised her head, staring blankly at the condescending person, the father who she often talked about as the most loving father in the world.
She has never thought about it. It turns out that if she expects to be close to her father, even if she meets him once, it turns out that she is humiliating herself. Her father hates her to an extent that is difficult to attach. In his eyes, she is
Like a calculating mouse, always looking for opportunities to get into that cold hall.
At that time, she finally learned to put on a smile in the face of grief. No matter how helpless or covering it up, there was a smile as light as water and as bright as the moon on her face.
The indifferent Korean palace is a huge and boundless cage. How many people understand it, and how many people have seen it with their own eyes. Even though she is regarded as aloof and unattainable, Princess Honglian has been in her heart since she can remember.
There was a terrible hole, a wound that could not be healed.
Countless dark times lie across the horizon, and the Han Palace and King Han are so indifferent that they seem to be frozen. There are no bright and undulating colors, and there are no warm and gentle sounds. It is like an absurd dream, and everyone is...
The sluggish puppet is breathing.
She did not have the playful companionship of relatives and friends like folk children, but she learned to be strong and knew how to protect herself. She never burst into tears or asked for help. The long and lonely childhood naturally evolved into
After a long, lonely and lonely youth, he forged a willful and unruly temperament.
Thousands of almost dark days and months finally began to undergo subtle changes after that young man appeared.
Once, a boy said this: "Do you know that feeling? When you care about someone, your heart is filled with light and hope. There is only that person in the world who understands your heart best. You know this is a blessing from God."
A few years later, I saw the young Wei Zhuang for the first time. It was a scene of a man fighting ten warriors alone.
The young man stood alone in the crowd. Only one side of him could be seen. His face was composed of masculine lines. Above the high bridge of his nose, a pair of bright eyes seemed to be burning.
Flame is like a fierce horse that is difficult to tame, wild and dangerous.
"Let's start, let me see Gui Gu's strength."
The aloof King Han gave the order, and the ten warriors holding sharp swords nodded to each other and slowly gathered towards the young opponent standing in the center. They were completely unaware of Honglian who peeked his head out from a hidden corner.
The aura of danger was approaching, and the bright sword light was dazzling, but the young man's resolute lip line was slightly raised, and there was no trace of anyone in his unruly eyes. Even if the attack was close at hand, he remained motionless.
.
"Hmph, you are so young, but you are pretending to be a hero, and you dare to challenge more than a dozen guards alone." Honglian smiled contemptuously. Today, I heard that a great swordsman entered the palace, and took advantage of the excitement to avoid the eyes and ears of the guards.
I came quietly to watch, and I didn't expect that the great swordsman was so old. It was really interesting. But when he really got to the point of using his skills, it was all in vain. He clearly saw a piece of wood that was ready to be chopped by an axe. "
It’s simply courting death.”
The samurai were imminent with their swords, but the young man was able to avoid the attacks from behind with his head lowered. In the chaos, he just dodged, like ten strong cats catching an evasive elk.
"It looks like you still have some strength...but you are still fighting. Fight back quickly and give them some color."
Honglian looked anxiously, feeling resentful for the young man in her heart. She really couldn't look past the scene where he should have taken action, but instead he was overwhelmed.
She turned her head in disappointment and prepared to leave, but at this moment she missed the most exciting plot. In just a blink of an eye, ten vigorous warriors became motionless, their stiff bodies dripping with blood, and they collapsed to the ground one after another.
But there was not a drop of blood on the young man's sword, and he never gave his opponent a chance to breathe once he struck.
The classroom was immediately noisy.
"Ah, what happened?" She was almost shocked. She didn't expect that such a scene would happen as soon as she turned around. That boy... was really fast and cruel...
The young man walked around the corpse and walked towards King Han, with a calm expression as if he didn't care about the bloody competition just now. The smile on the corner of his mouth was faint, and his eyes were also light, as if he already knew the ending would be like this.
"Sure enough, you are at the level of a Guigu disciple, Wei Zhuang, from now on, you will be the number one swordsman around me. From now on, you will stay by my side wholeheartedly and fulfill your duties..." King Han said.
Full of words of encouragement, he announced to the whole of Korea without hesitation that the glorious title of First Swordsman would soon be resounding throughout this country.
His name is Wei Zhuang?
When looking at him, under the sunlight, the young man had simple short brown hair, which was simply restrained by a headband. His eyes were like sunlight, and the whole person looked indifferent. Although he was smiling, his eyes were extremely indifferent.
It turns out that he is a disciple of Guigu.
Although he defeated the imperial warrior in front of the noble King of Han, there was no excitement on his face. The outcome was destined and it should be normal.
King Han and his father-in-law valued an outsider so much, but for him... he was hiding in that corner blankly, which aroused a flash of vulnerability in her eyes.
At this moment, the pair of bright pupils suddenly closed to the middle, and suddenly a chill came out, stabbing it coldly. Hong Lian was so shocked that her color suddenly changed, and there was an indescribable palpitation and fear in her heart.
.
When that gaze moved away, she returned to her normal expression slightly, and she couldn't help but frown, and there was a faint mist in her eyes, as if she was confused or confused.
So cold!
"I was scared just now? How is that possible?" She, who respected herself as a princess, had such a ridiculous emotion when facing that young man. Thinking back on this, she couldn't help but feel annoyed.
She especially hated those cold eyes. Her father had it like this, the courtiers and guards in the palace had it like this, and now even a lowly swordsman had it like that. She turned around and left angrily, biting her lips...
One day, the annoyance escalated into the reality of revenge. Too many grievances and pains had been suppressed in my heart for too long. When I met the indifferent young man who was appreciated by his father, I wanted to vent them out like a torrent.
Hong Lian frowned and walked toward the corridor aggressively. As she went up and down, the two intersecting roads went in opposite directions. Seeing that the distance was about to widen, Hong Lian looked around, thought for a moment, pulled out the hairpin on her head, and then
He shot hard.
It penetrated deeply into the empty air, carrying a fierce momentum, but embedded itself between the two fingers of the young man inadvertently.
Wei Zhuang didn't look back or stop at all, but Hong Lian became anxious and shouted: "Stop it."
"Where are you going to escape?" Seeing that the other party was about to pass by each other, Honglian stamped his feet, flipped his hands and jumped down from the high stairs. He didn't care about his sprained feet and stumbled forward to catch up.
The young man finally stopped and turned his eyes slightly, his eyes still cold. Honglian came over and looked at him, his eyes were equally cold.
"Do you know who I am?" she asked arrogantly.
"I don't know, and I'm not interested in knowing," he responded coldly.
Honglian gritted his teeth: "I am a princess."
Unlike the expected identity deterrence, I just asked lightly: "So what?"
The huge disparity between statuses was actually made clear by his "so what". The princess's dignity was completely unremarkable, but seemed a bit childish in front of him.
"Damn it..." A heavy irritation suddenly arose, causing his cheeks to turn red.
"I'm warning you," Hong Lian said in a cold voice, "Don't think that your father respects you. If you act arrogantly in front of this princess, be careful that I drive you out of the palace."
"Oh?" Wei Zhuang smiled, with a playful smile on his face, and tilted his head dismissively.
"Do you have what it takes?" he said with a chuckle.
Ah? Unbelievable! Unbelievable! Her heart was filled with disbelief. She stared at that careless face, her annoyance came out immediately, and she slapped it with an angry palm, but was restrained by Wei Zhuang's backhand, and the hairpin touched it.
on her throat.
"Asshole, let me go."
Wei Zhuang smiled casually, examining the real anger on her face with interest, and then pushed her away.
Honglian staggered and turned around suddenly, wanting to rush to strangle him, but fearing his skill, she was at a loss for a moment, her face turned scarlet, she was speechless, and she choked with tears.
"It seems that you really don't have that ability." Wei Zhuang was angry at her again.
Honglian gritted her teeth again, with a complicated expression on her face, but this time she was unexpectedly calm. She took a deep breath and responded coldly: "Although you have won the title of No. 1 Swordsman, your biggest failure is to look down upon it.
I."
"Oh?" Wei Zhuang smiled even more brazenly.
"Do you really want to give it a try?" Honglian also raised the corners of her lips and sneered at him, but this time she gritted her teeth in an uncoordinated manner.
He was still staring at the so-called princess with interest.
The eyes of the two people flashed a faint blue light in the air.
"It's so childish," Wei Zhuang said with a chuckle. The expression on his face was like disdain for competing with an ignorant child, and he turned around and left.
"You're leaving again, stop!" The angry tone contained an order and a warning. "Do you think you are facing someone who can compete with you if you want to, and leave if you want to leave?"
"In this palace, I have been granted permission to come and go as I please!" The young man did not look back, leaving only an indifferent back.
"Hey, give me back my hairpin," Hong Lian said unconvincingly as her last plea.
The retreating figure did not stop, but threw his hand back, and the hairpin came back at full speed, and landed dangerously on the wooden pillar next to Honglian's face.
"Weizhuang, please remember, I will make you regret annoying me." The palm of his hand tightened, "pop", the golden hairpin broke in half and fell to the ground coldly.