Chapter 12 Chapter Twelve

He chuckled and said: "Mr. Guo, you didn't lose to His Majesty Saruer in front of you, you lost to Feijue. In fact, all of us lost, even... even the old man lost, I lost to the so-called idiot Yuan Feijue." The enchantment was attacked by Saruer, and it became unstable. The blood-red lightning scattered in the glistening purple light ball, and the enchantment continued to expand and shrink. However, everyone's thoughts were not on the unstable barrier. The eyes of all of us followed his train of thought, looked at Guoerren together, then swept to Saruer who was looking at a piece of paper with a gloomy face, and finally returned to the face of the old man.

Unexpectedly, the white-masked palace lord who had been silent all this time suddenly sighed hoarsely: "Yuan Feijue, the current owner of the Yuan family is the fourth son of the Turkic family. Qi's eyes are ignorant, his personality is stupid and dull, and he sometimes becomes mad and hurts countless people. Therefore, the owner of the original family gave him Yubeizhai, just to let him cultivate his morality and get rid of his hostility. It is a pity that the world is ignorant. Not only did he discriminate against his wine-eyed red hair, but in the purple garden, everyone from the master to the servants was frightened and afraid of him. There was only one girl from the handyman's room who had a deep friendship with him. That girl didn't know that the fourth master Yuan would practice the Wuxiang magic skill of forgetting love and losing love, so she privately bestowed these two volumes of Huaxi poems as a token of love... Really I didn't expect...Master, you are right, we really lost, and Fourth Master is really extraordinary."

"At that time, everyone in Ziyuan thought that Yuan Feijue was just a foolish idiot who had practiced the no-tears scripture, and that he was just a fleeting moment about the relationship between men and women. I didn’t take it seriously, even the third master Yuan and you, Ye Hu, didn’t take it seriously.” Old man Zhang glanced at me, and said, “But the fourth master Yuan has a heart like a mirror. When the miraculous skills are practiced, the past will be forgotten, so he protects these two volumes of poems. The old man really doesn't know how the fourth master knew that Zishang would abolish the Wuxiang Zhenjing. He must have known it already, so he tried his best I replaced Zishang when the magic skill was perfected."

"Lord Ye Hu, you failed to let him bring his beloved woman back to Turkic. Since then, Yuan Feijue has missed the woman in his heart day and night." Old man Zhang sighed again: "It's a pity that the fourth master Yuan may have known at that time His sweetheart died in the chaos of the Qin Dynasty, and his heart went with him, so he put these two volumes of poems in a silver box." He paused again, looked at Guo Erren and said, "Master Ye Hu, you have watched him grow up, you should understand his original intention by now, the fourth master at that time already knew that you kept a secret from him Zi The matter of death must be deeply buried, why did he never mention it to Her Majesty? Is it because he is afraid that you will not trust him due to your relationship with Her Majesty, or is it for self-protection? This old man thinks that these are not the answers..." He said to Guo Erren shook his head and said: "Zi Shang is the deepest secret of the original fourth master. He buried his thoughts with Zi Shang, thinking that if one day, Master Ye Hu would really turn his back on him, seeing this Two volumes of poems, maybe you can retreat in the face of difficulties, turn back when you know your mistakes, and sincerely help His Majesty Saruer, whom he can't predict in the future, to revitalize Turks and help the country, no matter what His Majesty Saruer in front of him is doing in his heart Think, indeed in the heart of the real Feijue, you are always his most respected adoptive father."

Feijue, Feijue, so you expected this day to come, so you gave me that silver chain because you were afraid that you would not recognize me! You put the anthology of Huaxi poems in the silver box. If Guo Erren rebels, Saruer will have a chance to get the silver box. After seeing these two anthologies of Huaxi poetry, maybe he can remember me , or be merciful to me. I looked up at old man Zhang, unexpectedly he was looking down at me with that unfathomable eye. My heart moved, this person's thinking is so clear, there are only two people in the world who can compare with him, one is Duan Yuerong who is a monster in front of me, and the other... is Yuan Feibai.

Guo Erren seemed to have been hit hard by someone, he was stunned, his eyes flashed cloudy and uncertain, but he murmured in a trembling voice: "Feijue, young master...you, are you really like this..." The arena was terribly quiet, everyone was silent, Qingmei quietly moved over, and raised her chin to Saruer: "I never thought that after practicing the Wuxiang Zhenjing, the personality will change so much." Old man Zhang looked at Saruer, and said coldly: "Your Majesty, you can rest assured now, Yuan Feijue has already expected today, and has done everything for you, you really don't have to sacrifice your poor daughter."

Saruer lightly waved the waste paper in his hand, I saw no sign of regret or pain from his face, on the contrary, he sneered with contempt in his wine eyes: "Poor thing." He chuckled softly, piercing his heart like icy water, "Guoerren, Yuan Feijue is a poor bastard, a traitor like you should have gotten rid of you when he found out, otherwise, what would have happened today! " He was full of contempt, and when he mentioned Feijue's name, it was like two people. The fear in my heart was gradually replaced by anger, and I suddenly remembered that I still had half of Zishang in my arms, should I take it out now?

But looking at the bloody and unconscious Biying on the ground, she let go again, thinking sadly, if Feijue thinks of this, how will the tolerant and kind Feijue deal with herself. Saruer stretched his waist, looked at the continuously exploding barrier, walked towards Biying, turned around and smiled at old man Zhang: "The story just now is very interesting, but you should tell the whole story, then Yuan Feijue The sweetheart, that is, the little girl who washed clothes, was later transferred to Xifengyuan, the third master of your family, and was taken in by Yuan Feibai as a concubine, and was lost in the chaos of the Qin Dynasty. The Huaxi poetry anthology became the famous Mrs. Huaxi, and the original editions of those two poetry anthologies are the two volumes in this hard box, and that Mrs. Huaxi, who is both virtuous and loyal, has become the prince Duan’s wife. Lover, Dali merchant Jun Mo asked."

His words made everyone clenched their fists in secret. He hugged Biying, his eyes moved slightly, and Amir stood behind him with light work: "The dark people of the original family, I will not kill you, and go back and pass on my original words." .” In fact, if he doesn't say anything, I also know that he can't say anything good. His worries about the future have been relieved. Naturally, he wants to stir up the internal struggle between Dali and the Yuan family, and the best excuse is Mrs. Huaxi. At this time, Qingmei, White Mask, and another dark person from the original family gradually gathered around old man Zhang. The four of them glanced at me and old man Zhang from time to time, as if they were waiting for old man Zhang to say something, and they were about to act. My understanding is correct, that is: Catch me, or kill me to silence.

The old man's hand holding the whip was bruised, and he said coldly: "Please make it clear, Your Majesty." Saruer still looked at me contemptuously: "Tell him, Yuan Feibai, even though he has the name of a snow treader, he is really the most humiliating and useless man in the world. The woman who washes clothes and washes dung holds Mrs. Huaxi's throne like a baby, but I don't know how many times this flamboyant woman has made him wear a green hat. We can see that she seduced me ugly in Guazhou. Remember, I have tasted this woman too, but that's all..." "Your Majesty should be careful what you say. Mrs. Huaxi, Mrs. Huadong, Jun Mowen is my lover, that's all, don't say anything that makes you regret." Duan Yuerong said coldly, walked to my side, Chunlai, Yange, and Qi Fang gradually approached each other, and Guo Erren looked around by himself, as if thinking about which group of people is stronger.

At this moment, a figure suddenly rushed out unexpectedly, and shouted loudly: "You devil who wants to kill his own daughter, why do you slander my husband, Mrs. Huaxi, my husband is a good person, you shameless The villain shut up?" Qi Fang flew out, hissing and screaming: "Come back soon." At the same time, old man Zhang suddenly swung his long whip at Saruer, but it was still too late, Saruer chuckled, and Chunlai didn't even touch the corner of his clothes, and was caught by his true anger. It bounced off and hit the barrier, and with the scorching sound of the object, Chun Lai screamed in pain. Saruer chopped off the tip of old man Zhang's black whip with one hand, hid himself at a stone wall, gave me a mocking look, and disappeared with Amir just like that. I called out Chunlai's name loudly, Qi Fang took over Chunlai's limp body, and I ran over along the song, Chunlai's body was burned and smelled of burnt, I cried out Chunlai's name with tears, Chunlai's face was black , and slowly opened the two lights, he held my hand tightly, his eyes full of anxiety, he seemed to ask me an important question, he gritted his teeth along the song, and cursed loudly: "You bastard, master's martial arts are better than ours. Much higher, he is not in a hurry, why are you in a hurry?" I tremblingly said: "Chunlai, good boy, you are seriously injured now, let's talk about things when we go home." Chunlai suddenly cracked his dry lips and smiled silly at me, like countless times, Yange dragged him to do bad things, and I found out, Yange this kid either left him and ran away, or hid behind him He didn't make a sound, but he still didn't know that the disaster was coming, so he smiled at me like this and called me: "Sir..." His eyes were shining with youthful brilliance. This disciple I like the most and is the most simple and honest, just said the last sentence of his life to me with difficulty: "Sir... it's better to wear women's clothes to look good." His eyes were wide open, and my tears were reflected in his dilated pupils, as usual, with a happy smile on his face, but he quietly stopped breathing. I hugged his blackened body tightly and cried loudly. Yange burst into tears, just opened his eyes wide and called out: "Chun Lai, Chun Lai, you idiot, bastard. You also said that you want to take a wife with me, why did you die like this?" Qi Fang stood up unsteadily, a trace of sadness appeared on his usually indifferent face. Duan Yuerong stood far away and saw Chunlai's tragic death, but also had a gloomy face. Seeing me crying bitterly, she couldn't help sighing at me, as if she was about to come over, the green and cold sword pointed at Duan Yuerong: "Madam Chaozhu, where is this going?" go." I knelt on the ground, feeling so distressed that Zishang began to heat up again, and the barrier suddenly emitted a bright light that had never been seen before, and suddenly exploded. The entire palace lost all light in an instant, and even the luminous pearl that was originally inlaid on the palace wall was dimmed. In the darkness, only Yange's crazily painful screams were heard, occasionally mixed with the sound of weapons colliding, sparks were everywhere, and there was another piercing sound of swords colliding, and the green monster scolded, and then saw the fruit Erren stood behind the white mask, as if about to play a trick, Duan Yuerong and I met our eyes, and then the flames dimmed.