Volume 1: Swan Goose Chapter 130: Blossoms in Rizhao Garden
The bright moon is bright and the remaining stars are dotted. The north wind blows against the window lattice, making a low mournful cry.
In the warm room, the fragrance of lilac lingered. Inside the warm tent, the person on the bed slept uneasily. In his dream, there was a meandering and meaningful picture:
The pavilion with red pillars and green roof, snow-colored curtains, white jade steps, clear green lake water, and fiery red begonia flowers all show the poetic and picturesque feeling between heaven and earth.
He and a girl in red laughed and shuttled through the scroll, chasing each other. Purple robes fluttered, red skirts flew, black hair was silky, and laughter and laughter rippled among the green mountains and green waters.
The girl's gorgeous skirt was whirling in the wind. He grabbed the girl's lotus-rooted arm, and the girl screamed and threw herself into his arms. Before he could kiss her, the two of them took a step and walked along the beautiful girl.
The hillsides of flowers rolled down together.
The grass was soft, and the girl's body was even softer, as if it would disappear if touched with her fingertips.
The two of them rolled down the hillside. Each other's bodies and hair were covered with pink petals.
The picture flashed, and it turned out to be the fragrant couch in Haitang Chunwu. There was a gauze curtain, a brocade quilt, and a faint scent. The girl's cheeks were slightly red by the candlelight.
Her whole body exuded a strange fragrance, which was even stronger in the dark night.
The two blazing eyes were entangled together, gradually blurred, and fell into a sea of desire.
Lips and teeth are playing with each other, twisting and turning, the snow-white gauze curtains are swaying in the wind, and the overlapping figures are whispering.
A drop of sweat on the tip of his nose fell on the girl's face, turning into a tear in the corner of her eye, slowly falling down her cheek...
Sobs, light and dark, faintly carrying the girl's affectionate whisper: "Your Highness..."
But at some point, "Your Highness" turned into "Emperor".
He suddenly woke up and found that he was no longer in bed, but was wearing a dragon robe and sitting on the throne of the Lord. He was receiving the worship of the ministers and the admiration of all the people.
A dream, it must be a dream!
He was thinking this, but the girl's murmur suddenly became shrill and frightening. He suddenly raised his eyes and saw that the majestic and majestic Golden Palace just now turned into a Shura field with flesh and blood flying everywhere and mourning victims everywhere.
The girl who was still under Cheng Huan just now was kneeling in front of her with no clothes, scars and unkempt hair. Behind her stood two executioners with ferocious faces and a big knife in their hands, which was pressed against her slender neck.
superior.
The girl looked at herself with tears in her eyes, but she tried her best to raise the last smile. Behind the girl, a tall figure gradually approached, and Emperor Yu's cold face gradually became clear.
He smiled ferociously and slowly raised the sharp blade in his hand. The hot blood dyed the whole world red and stung his eyes. He tried his best to push away the blood mist in front of his eyes, only to see the corpses lying on the ground.
The people closest to me: Lu Ning, Yan Rong, Hua Fangyi, and my mother...
"don't want!"
With an exclamation, Yu Fengjin sat up suddenly, gasping for air, and her clothes were soaked in cold sweat.
He sat in the darkness in shock for a long time, until his breathing gradually became calmer, and he finally got out of the ups and downs of his dream.
It turns out it was all a dream. Fortunately, it was all a dream!
The emptiness after the dream made him not sure whether he should be grateful or annoyed. Anyway, at this moment, he couldn't sleep at all, so he simply opened the curtains and put on his clothes to get up.
He casually picked up the tea cup on the table and took a sip to relieve the burning in his throat. He looked around blankly and then remembered that he had been temporarily soft-hearted and was staying at the Xiaoxiang Villa again.
With a faint sigh, he picked up the glass lampshade and lit the candle. The flickering candle flame reflected his slightly haggard and pale face.
He slowly sat down holding on to the edge of the table, holding his head slumpedly, and sighed secretly: I don't know when the content of the nightmare has changed, but the problem of the nightmare cannot be cured.
Suddenly, the window was blown open, and a gust of cold wind rushed into the room. The candle that had just been lit was blown out in an instant. Yu Fengjin's whole body was trembling, and she stood up quickly, staring at the window warily.
He suddenly remembered that it seemed to be such a dark night. Lu Ning dressed as an assassin and broke into his room.
It was precisely because of this that the emotions heated up.
Could it be that she is back?
While he was deep in thought, a black figure turned over lightly and jumped into the house. A gleaming dagger in his hand was no worse than any long sword.
"Who are you?" Yu Fengjin's voice was cold, and her sharp eyes were fixed on the slowly approaching figure.
But the man didn't seem to want to answer him, and still walked toward him step by step. In the darkness, the man's petite figure was looming, and a faint fragrance could be faintly smelled in the air.
"Are you a woman?" Yu Fengjin whispered, feeling a little more hopeful in her heart.
However, the other party didn't give him any answer. In a flash of lightning, the dagger stabbed into his chest.
It only takes a moment to kill someone.
So murderous! Is she really Lu Ning?
Yu Fengjin panicked and had no time to dodge. What's more, the opponent's moves were so fierce that he didn't give him a chance to dodge.
At this moment, the door was suddenly kicked open, and a strong figure rushed over like lightning. He waved his long sword in his hand to block the fatal blow. Then, he stabbed out with his backhand sword, scratching him.
The assassin's arm.
"If you dare to assassinate the prince, you won't be able to escape today!" The person coming was none other than Tie Lin, who stood in front of Yu Fengjin with his sword across his body.
With a "bang" sound, the dagger was knocked to the ground. The assassin was startled, obviously not expecting that someone would come to the rescue. The assassination failed, and the weapon was shot down again. Without saying a word, she turned around and ran towards the window immediately.
"Don't even think about escaping!" Tie Lin rushed over with a single step, raised his sword and stabbed.
"Wait a minute!" Yu Fengjin called out to him.
Tie Lin was distracted, and the assassin had escaped out of the window and quickly disappeared into the vast night.
"Damn it! Let the assassin escape!" Tie Lin leaned out, looked around, and punched the wall angrily.
"It doesn't matter, there's no need to chase her if she runs away, just let her go!" Yu Fengjin's undisputed voice came from the darkness.
"Your Highness, are you okay? Are you injured?" Tie Lin quickly lit the candle and walked over to check.
Yu Fengjin slowly sat down on the table, took a sip of tea to calm her mind, waved her hands and said, "Fortunately you rushed in in time, so she didn't succeed!"
Tie Lin sheathed his sword and asked in a deep voice: "Your Highness, can you clearly see what the assassin looks like? Why don't you let him be taken down by his humble position?"
Yu Fengjin held her head and said tiredly: "It was too dark and I couldn't see anything clearly. I could only vaguely make out the figure of a woman."
Tie Lin frowned and asked in confusion: "What woman is so bold that she dares to assassinate the prince?"
Yu Fengjin slowly raised her eyes and smiled helplessly: "I'm not sure yet. However, it won't be long before the identity of the assassin is known. Because I already have a list in my mind."
Tie Lin was startled and looked confused: "Your Highness, what do you mean?"
Yu Fengjin smiled deeply: "There shouldn't be many women in this world who want to kill me."
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There are ten miles of fragrant lotuses surrounded by weeping willows in Yanzhai. All the lotus flowers in the pond have fallen, but the sycamore tree in front of the window is dyed golden.
After a night of heavy drinking, Yan Rong, who was extremely drunk, fell asleep soundly in bed and did not wake up until three o'clock in the morning. It was not until there was a rapid knock on the door that his consciousness gradually recovered.
"There's no one in the house, get out!" Yan Rong said casually in a daze, turned over and continued to sleep.
Shaoqing, the door of the room was opened, and a dark-skinned man with thick eyebrows and big eyes strode into the door.
As soon as he glanced at Yan Rong, who was still sleeping on the bed, he walked over and lifted the gauze curtain, pushed him a few times, and shouted: "Yan Rong, get up quickly, something happened!"
"Something happened?" Yan Rong heard this sentence in a daze and barely opened his eyelids.
When his eyes gradually focused and he could see the person in front of him clearly, he sat up in excitement and said in panic: "Tie Lin? Why is it you?"
His thoughts gradually became clearer, and he hurriedly asked: "Is it the palace?"
Something happened?"
Tie Lin walked to the door and poked his head out, then closed the door tightly and turned back. Yan Rong, on the other hand, had already gotten up and dressed as quickly as possible, and had also taken off the spear standing by the wall, as if he was ready to fight at any time.
Tie Lin held him down and lowered his voice and said, "Your Highness has been attacked!"
"What?" Yan Rongyuan opened his eyes and asked hurriedly: "Is His Highness injured? Has the assassin been caught?"
Tie Lin sighed and whispered: "Last night, I heard His Highness having a nightmare while patrolling the night, so I came to check. Unexpectedly, I ran into an assassin who was about to attack His Highness. However, fortunately, I took action in time and injured the assassin.
, the assassin did not hurt His Highness. But the strange thing is that His Highness did not let me chase the assassin."
Yan Rong frowned and asked suspiciously, "Could it be that His Highness knows that person?"
Tie Lin scratched his scalp and said, "It's very possible! Because His Highness said that the other party is a woman, and he also said that he knew it well!"
"Woman?" Yan Rong was even more confused. He walked around the room and muttered to himself: "Impossible! If I want to say that the person most likely to be revenged by a woman, it should be me. That's it.
Our highness, who is not a womanizer, has only two peach blossoms in his life! The leader of the Lu Gang is no longer in Shengjing, and the only one left is Fangfang!"
"It can't be the boss's wife!" Tie Lin waved his hand and made a decisive decision: "The boss's wife doesn't know kung fu, but the assassin yesterday was very agile and had great light kung fu! As soon as he climbed over the window, the person disappeared. It can't be her!"
Yan Rong pondered and asked: "If you want to talk about good skills, it is the leader of the Lu Gang. Could it be that she is back?"
Tie Lin still shook his head and said decisively: "The skills of the Lu Gang leader are better than mine! If she wants to hurt His Highness, I can't hurt her in the slightest!"
The only possibility was eliminated, and Yan Rong completely lost his mind: "It's not this, it's not that! Could it be that His Highness provoked other women behind our backs!"
Tie Lin slapped him on the head and scolded: "What are you thinking? Your Highness is not you! Have you forgotten? Didn't His Highness just meet another woman in the past few days?"
"Female?" Yan Rong rolled his eyes and suddenly realized: "You said it was her? But, she doesn't know martial arts? And she has no reason to kill His Highness?"
Tie Lin snorted coldly: "Oh, you always claim to be romantic, but do you know the person next to you? Do you know her life experience and details?"
Yan Rong was stunned for a moment and shook his head in shame.
"You don't know anything, so why do you conclude that she can't be an assassin? Could it be that you are attracted to her?" Tie Lin stared at him and spoke urgently.
Yan Rong couldn't argue, and he groaned for a long time, then said: "You are right. Let me explore her today and see how many secrets she has hidden!"
Tie Lin patted him on the shoulder and warned: "Then be careful! If you find out anything, tell me as soon as possible!"
Yan Rong grabbed him and asked again: "By the way, you said you injured the assassin, where was the injury? What kind of injury was it?"
Tie Lin looked at him and said in a deep voice: "The knife wound, one stabbed into her right forearm."