Chapter 18 Chapter 8 National Memorial

However, Qing Ren did not expect it. At this moment, in the depths of Danfeng Hall, in the golden gauze tent, Qing Wang Wu Xiang finally opened his chaotic eyes and coughed loudly.Seeing that look of not waking up, it is really hard to imagine that this is the number one hero of the Kui Kingdom who once shocked the world. "Where's Mrs. Xiang?" He asked hoarsely. When the palace people heard the commotion, they rushed over in a panic, knelt down on the ground, and there was no sound.The king, who had been sleeping for three months, finally woke up. Unexpectedly, everyone was very anxious and anxious.But no one can tell where Mrs. Xiang is going.Mrs. Xiang has always been a loner and aloof.

"Hmph!" Wu Xiang let out a heavy breath. He tried to sit up, but his limbs felt numb and weak.A bold court lady stepped up and helped King Qing up.He suddenly became dizzy and waved the maid away.After a while, feeling better, he suddenly stood up and stepped on the brocade carpet in front of the hall. When the attendants and palace people saw the long-suffering king, they stood up all of a sudden, majestic as always, and couldn't help shouting "Long live" in unison. "Go to Qinglan Pavilion!" Wu Xiang said sharply. In fact, Mrs. Xiang had already rushed back, leaning silently on the edge of the palace gate, without being noticed by the attendants.She saw King Qing get up his spirits and walk out of Danfeng Hall, at that time King Qing glanced at her from the corner of his eye.But Wu Xiang finally didn't say anything to her.

Mrs. Xiang smiled wryly.Suddenly, she saw a corner of white linen dropped on the carpet that Wu Xiang was striding over.The sackcloth was stained with blood. Shepherd is dead!died there. Mrs. Xiang's heart twitched suddenly.She quickly picked up the sackcloth, threw it into the copper cauldron that was slowly puffing out cigarettes, and burned it.There was no one in the hall, the sackcloth suddenly turned into a puff of green smoke, and blood-red sparks flew into the air and disappeared. Mrs. Xiang was deep in thought, feeling a strong uneasiness in her heart.She passed down the order and immediately notified the civil and military officials that King Qing had woken up.

King Qing has woken up.No one can act rashly. Qing Wang Wuxiang stepped into the misty hot spring soup pool, and the clear soup in the pool suddenly stirred up waves.Mrs. Xi knelt aside, silently took off the purple silk bathrobe for him, and then chose a gourd carved in red sandalwood, and personally splashed water on his shoulders. The hot spring behind Qinglan Pavilion is the most comfortable and luxurious place in the palace.Wu Xiang has nothing to do, and often hangs around here with Mrs. Xi.Speaking of this hot spring, Mrs. Xiang discovered it by accident in order to collect the water from Liquan.However, Mrs. Xiang ordered people to repair Tangchi, but she never visited it.The soup pool is paved with smooth stones of one color, with curtains with phoenix tail patterns on it.Around the pool, the ladies of the court slowly sprinkled colorful sachets and flower petals into the water, making the pool of hot water fragrant.Behind several plain silk screens, court musicians carefully played soothing and pleasant music.

Wu Xiang took a gold cup from the lotus pedestal carved out of white stone and brought it to his lips, but stopped, not drinking the fine wine inside.Madam Xi saw his bloodshot eyes staring blankly at the water.The ripples on the water surface lead the petals to sway, and they merge with the stone patterns on the bottom of the water, which has a sense of wandering.Is King Qing watching this? Mrs. Xi understood Wu Xiang's expression very well.During the night of singing and dancing in Qinglan Pavilion, and the moment of drunken feasting, Wu Xiang often looked at her with strange eyes, as if she was a transparent person.The beloved concubine who has been with her day and night for twenty years, she actually sort of guessed what Wu Xiang was thinking.But she would rather be dumb.In her opinion, the only way is to guard her position carefully and wait for the fleeting time to slowly consume.Why bother to ask about other things?

She scooped up the water silently, letting the hot spring slide down smoothly from Wang's shoulders. Mrs. Xi watched the changes in the water lines expressionlessly.No matter what, Wu Xiang looked extremely tired this time.No matter how strong and brave a person is, there will be a day of aging, right?What's more, losing his soul for three months this time is really not an ordinary ordeal.Madam Xi suddenly became emotional. "I've been dead for three months, isn't that bitch happy?" Wu Xiang said coldly. Madam Xi's spoon for scooping water stopped. Wu Xiang stared at this beautiful woman. He had long been used to Mrs. Xi's silence, but he found that for the first time in his puppet-like delicate face, there was a hint of paleness.He couldn't help laughing out loud, causing the water in the pool to shake violently.

"Twenty years! In twenty years, King Qing, who dominates the world, can still only subdue one dumb woman!" Madam Xi suddenly felt that she must say something.She opened her mouth, but was surprised to find that she was speechless. "Fool!" Wu Xiang stopped laughing wildly, and said coldly, "No one can remember what they said after twenty years of silence." King Qing has woken up.Above the Danfeng Hall, there was a curl of purple smoke.The purple air coming from the east is a signal for the recovery of the monarch. Young Master Qing Ren looked at the purple mist, and an imperceptible cyan flashed across his face.The confidant warriors of Mo Luo and the son made no secret of their disappointment.After all, Mrs. Xiang was ahead of her.

"Young master..." Mo Luo yelled. "Unexpectedly, King Qing woke up at this juncture. Mrs. Xiang's soul-calling is really useful." Gong Ziqing said in a tone without any color. "Mrs. Xiang has always been very cunning, who knows if she is real or not!" Mo Luo suddenly realized, "Maybe the king has already—" Young Master Qingren nodded slightly, signaling that he needn't continue.He took down his longbow and drew it for a full moon. At this time all eyes were focused on the young prince.I saw a long silver arrow cutting through the dark night, like a shooting star gliding across the sky.Where the stars fell, the iron chain of the palace gate snapped.

"Okay—" the soldiers cheered. Qing Ren said loudly: "I will go to the palace to visit the king now. You stay here and follow the general's orders. The palace is important and the country is related. You must not act rashly." "Yes—" the soldiers replied in a solemn voice, and there was a momentary silence. Mo Luo glanced sideways at Young Master Qing Ren.Qing Ren said in a low voice: "Wu Xian's calculation should be correct. When the time comes, you will bring them in. Everything will go according to plan." Wu Xiang faintly heard the commotion outside, and the wild laughter gradually dried up.

"Is it a coup? Finally...Xiang Ling won't let me go." Everyone has his most helpless side, even Wu Xiang.A husband and wife of twenty years seem to be in harmony with each other. "Plop—" The ladle in Mrs. Xi's hand fell into the water.She opened her mouth wide, unable to make a sound, but pointed to the far end of the pool with her finger. The music stopped at some point. On the plain white screen, blood like peach blossoms was splashed, flowing slowly along the ebony frame. Wu Xiang watched quietly. Another piece of red rain sprinkled on the screen, drawing a drifting arc.

The shadows of the candles flickered, and a delicate figure was reflected behind the screen. "You still hate me." Wu Xiang's voice was originally resounding and majestic, but now it reverberates above the empty bathing pool filled with water vapor, and there is a bit of desolation in the emptiness. The inexplicable fragrance gradually diffused. "It's Bai Zhi," Wu Xiang said, "Bai Zhi, the one you've been with for more than 20 years. I was wrong. I thought you had the blood of the Qing people on your body, and time can change your feelings. I I thought you would always be grateful to me for giving you enough rights and freedom. It turns out that you haven’t forgotten anything, so you still hate me. Is Jiuyi Mountain so important to you?” The person behind the screen seems to be hesitating.When Wu Xiang saw her shadow, it seemed to be a bright weapon in his hand. "Why did you bring my soul back?" Wu Xiang said in an almost desolate voice, "Is it just to avenge him with your own hands? Chong Hua, I really hate this You Clan member!" The woman behind the screen seemed to have been hit hard, and suddenly jumped up, a dazzling sword light shot over, stirring up waves about three feet high on the water. ——With such deep hatred, she rushed over on the waves. Almost instinctively, Wu Xiang pulled the lotus pillar beside him, twisting the stone pillar violently.The woman also seemed to be shocked by his divine power, and the sword in her hand paused.Wu Xiang gave a wry smile and threw the stone pillar out.At this moment, the woman's sword penetrated his chest without hesitation. Wu Xiang didn't struggle, and let his body slide into the water slowly, hot blood flowed out from his chest continuously, dyeing the pool of fragrant soup deep red. The woman was still standing there in a daze, she never thought that it would be so easy to assassinate the most valiant warrior among the Qing people.Wu Xiang was able to hold down the stone pillar, but when he threw his hand, he had no intention of resisting at all.Could it be that the three months of losing his soul really changed his mind and will?She even wondered if she had assassinated the wrong person. Wu Xiang's strong body sank slowly, his eyes became more and more gentle and hollow, "Xiang Ling, do you really..." She understood, and suddenly felt sad. "It's not you—" Wu Xiang was suddenly surprised and happy, and laughed loudly, "It's not you..." Because Shao Siming swept away the hair in front of his forehead, revealing the light blue crescent moon, letting King Qing know her identity. "It's not you." Wu Xiang's voice gradually weakened, and his blood was about to run out.At this time, all he saw in his eyes was his own blood, which was boundless.Through the bloody sky is that beautiful face, clear mountains and rivers, and distant dreams of clouds. "Xiang Ling, listen to me..." Ji Sun washed the blood off Fuhui's sword with hot spring water.She ignored Mrs. Xi who was hiding silently behind the pillar, and floated straight out of the hot spring in Qinglan Pavilion.