At midnight, in the Fantasy Palace, Qingge arrived as promised.
Huarong Lane, an uninhabited street.
Tomorrow is the most decisive day in the war between the Four Dynasties, and it is also open to the public. In addition to dignitaries and envoys from hundreds of countries, the people of the Beiyue Kingdom can also go to watch the battle.
In the star-studded sky, a light rain falls. The moonlight is still as bright as ever, but now it seems to be covered with a layer of fog. The girl in a rouge gown holds a seven-bone umbrella with thirty-two ribs.
There are pearls and jade hanging on the hem of each bone. When walking, not only the wind fills the tail of the clothes, but also makes a clear and pleasant tinkling sound.
This is a piece of equipment she recently refined.
In front of the Hall of Fantasy, the red painted door is solemn and simple.
The girl walked up the steps where the rain was spreading, and moss seemed to be looming on both sides. She stood in front of the door, looking at the open door with cold eyes. The time when the Fantasy Palace closed was Youshi, and now it was already Zishi.
But it was not closed yet. It seemed that it was opened specially for her, and he waited all night for her to come.
When Qingge walked into the Fantasy Palace, the door behind her was closed heavily, and the deep voice was like a muffled thunder in the dark night, which refreshed people's spirits. The girl's face seemed to be covered with indifferent frost, her expression was distant and cold, and she did not
There are too many expressions.
Pavilions, pavilions, crystals and jade.
The Hall of Fantasy is different from other mansions. It does not follow the antique architecture. From the outside to the inside, except for the red lacquer door and the high walls extending to both sides, they are all made of crystal stones. The roads under your feet extend in all directions.
Glowing with a faint green light, when the rain splashed on the sapphire road, green light seemed to scatter like fireflies. This was not a rain, but a stray light flame.
Passing by the Garden of Hundred Flowers, Qingge's eyes filled with colorful colors. The flowers in the garden are not living things, but are carved from various colored crystal stones. They are lifelike and vivid. They are obviously products of craftsmanship, but they seem to be more beautiful than flowers.
The flowers blooming in competition are more aura and gorgeous. The petals under the night sky are not covered by raindrops, and the various colors of light cannot be described as bright. Qingge raises her eyes to look at the starry night, and a flash of inspiration suddenly appears in her mind.
The raindrops on the flowers are like stars in the sky hanging upside down on the ground. They are not delicate and charming, but their grace and luxury are breathtaking.
In front of a spar pillar, the old man was hunched over, with his back to Qingge. Qingge stopped a step away from the old man. The eaves and green tiles blocked the sporadic light rain, and she put away the seven-bone umbrella.
"Elder Yu." Qingge said softly, clasping his hands into fists.
Elder Yu turned around slowly. His eyes were tightly closed, and there was flesh between the upper and lower eyelids, as if they were sewn together.
Although the old man's eyes are invisible, the aura around him makes people dare not underestimate him as he is just an old man.
Bang——
The sound of kneeling.
Elder Yu, who was dressed in gray and white robes, knelt down suddenly. He raised his wrinkled hands that showed his age, and frowned softly. However, he saw Elder Yu trying his best to straighten his back, and his voice was full of energy and deep in the dark night.
Solemnly, "Little Master, Yu is finally waiting for you!"
Little master...
There seemed to be a layer of fog in front of Qingge's eyes that could not be cleared away.
"Elder Yu, what are you..."
"Young master, I was once your father's military advisor." Elder Yu said.
Qingge's eyes flashed slightly, as if she understood.
She pursed her lips tightly, and the blood demon flower between her eyebrows flickered in and out of sight in the rainy night.
She stretched out her hand and carefully helped the old man in front of her up, saying: "Elder Yu, get up and talk first."
Although Elder Yu can't see with his eyes, his body's senses and other five senses are more sensitive, and he can even see more clearly than when his eyes are still there.
When Qing Ge helped him up, he sighed in his heart, with such grace and temperament, he was like a dragon or a phoenix among people.
"Before your father died that year, he used Xuanling Qi to give us an order not to attack Emperor Beiyue, but to assist him with all his heart. Otherwise, how could this dog emperor be able to do what he is now?"
Elder Yu sighed and said: "The general is such a person, loyal and courageous, and iron-blooded. Even if he knew that his best friend around him had the intention to kill himself, he would not escape, and he would not even hesitate to exchange his own life for his Beiyue Emperor.
A peace of mind.”
Qingge was surprised.
She didn't know that Ye Jingfeng knew that the Beiyue Emperor wanted to kill her. Not only did he know that, but he also went to the banquet alone and was prepared to die. Before he died, he even worked for the Beiyue Emperor.
Think about it.
What made Qingge even more frightened was that Elder Yu's words meant that if they wanted to attack Beiyue Emperor, Beiyue Emperor would not be the emperor until now.
How strong is the power under Ye Jingfeng?
"After your father died, all the soldiers in the massacre army were so angry that they wished they could use their flesh and blood as halberds to take off the dog emperor's head." Elder Yu spoke without mercy, although there was anger in his words.
I have a moderate fever, but fortunately I have experienced the vicissitudes of life and my mood is quite stable.
The Slaughter Army was a team that went through life and death together with Ye Jingfeng.
"But the people of the Slaughter Army will never disobey your father's words. Even if we are angry in our hearts, even if your father is not alive, we will not disobey it. After all these years, the Slaughter Army has still gathered together just to wait for the little master!"
Elder Yu became a little excited as he continued talking.
During these long years, the old man and the massacre army behind him lost their former glory. With the Beiyue Emperor around, they could not fight on the battlefield.
Elder Yu said——
The Slaughter Army did not want to be disbanded and return to their fields, so they placed their hope on her, hoping that one day she could avenge her father.
It would be a pity to die if they could not get rid of Beiyue Emperor's bad breath.
It's just that in the past ten years, Qingge has appeared as a waste. Several times, they thought it was a rumor and sent people to watch it. What did they see?
It’s the scene where Ye Qingge climbs into the dog hole and enters the palace to find his fiancé.
Everyone mourned his misfortune and felt despair. When Elder Yu learned that there was no hope of revenge, he was so angry that he spit out a mouthful of blood. He sighed, this country, this family, and the general who once made great achievements but now no one cares about it.
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After seeing Ye Qingge's failure, in the past few years, the Slaughter Army was filled with malaise, and they even almost went their separate ways at one point. However, whenever he thought of his general's death at the hands of Emperor Beiyue, Emperor Beiyue...
He became a wise king, so he was furious.
It is this same belief that brings these warriors together like a bond and twists them into a rope.
One day, they will break through the shackles in their hearts and crush the Beiyue Dynasty with thousands of troops and horses. They will have no regrets and move forward with my blood, and then go to the deep underworld to apologize to the general.