Grandmother's voice of grief and anger fell in Chu Yue's ears, but it was full of melancholy.
She thought of the girl who kowtowed every three steps and left Shenxuan Academy in embarrassment on a thunderstorm night.
On the city wall of Chang'an, a woman wearing a wedding robe fell to death in front of the city. A woman who could not love but was full of resentment died on the day she awakened.
perhaps--
If she had never appeared in this place, the story would be over.
Mu Sheng will always be beautiful, and Ye Xun'er is still the daughter of the Mu family.
My grandmother held the lantern and ancient Buddha in Qingyin Temple until her death, and my old uncle never held a knife again.
As for Mu Qinghuang, she will also sleep in an ice coffin...
Chu Yue smiled bitterly.
This journey has been difficult, but she is worth it.
She took a breath and looked up at the evening sky in Beizhou.
The sky is filled with burning clouds, and the setting sun is like blood. It is much more gorgeous than the sky in Chang'an.
Master Huaiqing suddenly held Chu Yue's hand, and Mu Qinghuang came over to straighten the slightly messy green hair on Chu Yue's temples.
Old uncle, Mu Jingyun, Mu Chenhai and others have a tacit understanding to protect him.
Here, she is not the general who shed blood in Dongli on the battlefield, but is just the pearl of Mu Mansion.
"Everyone, the night has come, and the wine will be replenished. Please move to the Luanfeng Terrace." The powerful guard said loudly.
In this way, a farce has just ended.
A carriage entered the palace platform.
Zi Shuyun was about to walk to Luanfeng Terrace with the support of her maid.
Halfway through, she saw Chu Yue and she smiled slightly: "This is a woman who is not inferior to men, Mr. Ye?"
Chu Yue stared at Zi Shuyun.
The woman's eyebrows were full of melancholy and sorrow, and her health was not good.
Looking at the purple cloud totem on Zi Shuyun's clothes, he knew that the person who came was the daughter of the boss.
Thinking of the relationship between An Jin Wang Wen Renyan and Mu Fengming, Chu Yue frowned.
Immediately, he said openly and honestly: "It's windy and frosty at night, so the princess should put on an extra layer of clothes."
"It doesn't matter, I won't die."
Zi Shuyun said: "To be able to meet a young hero, a man among women, no matter how strong the wind is or how heavy the frost is, is not worth mentioning."
Chu Yue nodded slightly to show politeness and said no more.
Later, as they were about to move to the Luanfeng Terrace where the dinner was held, there was a sound of shouting outside.
"Mu Fengming!! How long do you want to know how to behave! My Wang'er already has a wife at home, do you have to cut off the relationship and pull her apart? Is there anyone like you who can be a general?"
The speaker was a beautiful middle-aged woman dressed in luxurious clothes.
That is, the mother of Prince An Jin, Princess Ying!
When Chu Yue, old uncle and others heard this, they suddenly became furious!
The Blood Protector frowned, a waterfall-like undercurrent surged in his eyes, and the blood-killing aura was about to rise from the sky!
At this time, Mu Fengming and Wen Renyan had already entered the palace stage one after another and entered everyone's sight.
Coming slowly from behind was Princess Ying.
Mu Fengming stopped and looked back at Princess Ying.
"How do I behave as a general? How do I need to tell a man who relies on his beauty to serve people with a big heart but no brains?"
Mu Fengming sneered: "You remember, a few years ago, I gave up on Wen Renyan. In your eyes, he is a treasure, but in my eyes, he is worthless trash, even if he dies on the street.
I won’t even blink an eye, but you keep saying that I, Mu Fengming, insist on breaking my ties and tugging at each other, then I will make a blood oath..."
Mu Fengming took out the dagger from his boot and cut open his palm.
Blood overflowed, and the ancient formation suddenly condensed, connecting to the glow of the sun and moon.
Mu Fengming said in awe: "If I, Mu Fengming, insist on pulling me away, then I, Mu Fengming, will not die well in this life. I will turn into a ghost after death and will never be reincarnated. But remember, if your eyes are rude,
, the door to the eighteen levels of hell will also be opened for you mother and son."
Princess Ying was stunned for a moment, and anger suddenly arose in her heart.
Mu Fengming shook off the blood on his hand and was about to walk away.
"Fengming!"
Wen Renyan pulled her back.
Zi Shuyun in the distance, her eyes are about to be shattered together with her heart and soul.
Mu Fengming kicked Wen Renyan away. When Wen Renyan was still about to move forward, the tip of the knife pointed at his neck.
"King An Jin, your sword has no eyes, just keep your eyes open. I am a general who kills people, but I don't care about royal power and wealth. I don't recognize you, King An Jin!"