Chapter 16 Chapter Fifteen

The weather at the seaside is unpredictable. At dawn, the clear moonlight was gradually covered by thick clouds. A few dull thunders exploded in the depths of the sky and sea, and the sky began to rain again. The wind and rain vented the remaining prestige that had not yet dissipated. Although the momentum was much smaller than the previous day, it was also a rare torrential rain in the inland.The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the beading all over the sky gradually became a pouring water column, stirring up the originally clear sea surface into a thousand miles of turmoil. Yang Yizhi turned around and walked to his tent in a daze.

He stayed up all night until dawn, before he calmed down the shock in his heart.Now he just wants to sleep well, and tomorrow he will lead a group of martial arts heroes to start a bloody battle with the pirates, capture the leader of the pirates, and force him to undo the puppet swordsmanship on Xiangsi. He lifted the curtain lightly. A ray of flickering candlelight jumped into his eyes. Unknowingly, a huge brass candlestick appeared in the tent at some point, and seven golden phoenixes circled upwards, each holding a red candle in its beak, burning quietly, and the soft light permeated the entire tent.

Although Yang Yizhi is now the Grand Marshal of the world's soldiers and horses, his tent is extremely simple and there is nothing superfluous.A linen quilt was spread in one corner of the tent, and white cloth curtains were hung above it, which were the most common items in the army. Today, everything is different. The white cloth curtain has been taken away and replaced with crimson brocade on all sides, hanging down from the top of the tent, layer upon layer, like a secret dream.A corner of the brocade tent was lifted up, revealing the embroidered mattress laid out inside.The embroidered mattress is made of the most exquisite satin, which is soft and rich, and it seems that there are hidden patterns of palace pleasure pictures embroidered on it.

The brocade tent embroidered mattress is so delicate, just like the skin of a young girl; it is also so soft, as if as long as you lie down, you will fall into it deeply, falling into a deep sleep and not wanting to wake up.A faint warm fragrance leaked from the tent, sending out a secret invitation. All of this was in stark contrast to the torrential rain outside the camp and the faint thunder. For Yang Yizhi who was physically and mentally exhausted, it was a great temptation. Yang Yizhi frowned, and an ominous premonition emerged in his heart. He took a sudden step forward and opened the brocade curtain.

Brocade tents are draped and red candles are flickering. Acacia is kneeling on the embroidered mattress. She was wearing a water-red nightgown, which was thin in silk but extremely well cut, as if a ray of red light flowed on her graceful figure. In front of her, there were five silver trays neatly placed, containing a round fan, a plate of fruit, a Boshan incense burner, a set of wine vessels and a set of folded coats. She knelt quietly on the embroidered mattress like this, and she didn't know how long she had been waiting. When the brocade tent was raised, she seemed to be pleasantly surprised by his arrival, and she was about to raise her head, but immediately lowered it.As if without the master's permission, she dared not meet his gaze.

"My lord, you're back." She lowered her eyes and said softly. At that moment, the sky was quiet, except for one Kalavinka bird, singing a peaceful song in the night. Yang Yizhi's whole body trembled: "You...why are you here?" Xiangsi still lowered her head, but there was a sweet smile on the corner of her mouth: "After the young master left, the adult asked me to put on this suit and wait here for the young master to come back." Yang Yi was stunned, and then a burst of anger surged up - this yellow-clothed messenger actually made her kneel here all night?

He stretched out his hand, trying to help her up, but he withdrew it suddenly like an electric shock.At that moment, creamy warmth came from his fingertips, and he didn't know whether it was the silk or her skin that touched it. Only now did Yang Yizhi notice that her clothes were so thin that they could barely cover her exquisite body. He quickly turned his face away: "You...get up first." Xiangsi followed his gaze suspiciously, with a panicked expression: "My lord, did I do something wrong?" "No." Yang Yizhi didn't dare to look at her: "You should have a good rest." He got up to leave.

"No..." Xiangsi panicked: "I can't, I have to wait for the master to rest first..." She looked at the silver trays in front of her in confusion. These were entrusted to her by the envoy in yellow to serve her master to bed, but she didn't know which one to pick up first. After a while of panic, Xiangsi picked up the moon-white coat, stood up timidly and stood behind Yang Yizhi, and said, "You are completely soaked, let me change your clothes." Yang Yizhi didn't look back, but felt a sharp pain in his heart.Is this still that gentle and persistent woman like a lotus?Is it still the lotus goddess who built the fortress and broke the arrow with Khan?Who is it that cast such vicious swordsmanship on her body, turning her into a puppet who lost her will?

Xiangsi stood behind him, waited for a while, saw that he was motionless, but did not dare to ask.She only stretched out her hand timidly, trying to untie the belt around his waist for him. Yang Yizhi instinctively waved his hand as if struck by lightning. She had been kneeling all night, but when she got up she felt a tingling pain in her knees and could barely stand.It was only out of respect for the master that he reluctantly supported it.Pushed hard by him at this moment, he couldn't stand up immediately, and fell heavily into the brocade tent. The brocade tent hanging from the ground cracked and broke in two. She fell deep in the brocade tent, and a stone that fixed the tent just hit her waist.Her face turned pale immediately, her whole body couldn't help trembling, but she gritted her teeth, refusing to cry out in pain.

Yang Yizhi knew that he had missed, and couldn't care about anything else, he stepped forward to help her up: "How are you doing?" Xiangsi bit her lips tightly, looked up at him, her frowning brows barely opened, and a smile floated on her face: "I'm fine..." At that moment, her smile bloomed in the pain, so gentle, but also so strong.This smile is so familiar, the years seem to have opened a huge gap, returning to the years that were forgotten by her. Yang Yizhi stared at her quietly, looking at her with her head up, tears still in her arms, but smiling sweetly in her arms.

For some reason, a trace of panic suddenly rose in his heart. Fortunately, this smile only bloomed for a short moment. Xiangsi seemed to think of something suddenly, she broke away from him in fear, looked at the messy embroidered mattress under her body, and said repeatedly: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I broke your bed, I will clean it up..." She frantically rearranged the overturned plates, fumbled on the embroidered mattress, and picked up the scattered fruits one by one.But he kept murmuring, "I'm sorry..." Her eyes were panicked and empty, as if the meaning of her life was to make up for her mistakes. No dignity, no pain, no will. It's just the master's puppet, she is pleasant when the master is happy, and suffers when the master is sad. is his puppet Yang Yizhi looked at her and felt a slight twitch coming from the bottom of his heart. But I don't know what to do. After she arranged the round fan, fruit, and wine vessel, she helped up the overturned Boshan incense burner. The aloes in the burner had been extinguished, and she hurriedly took out the flint, trying to light it again. The unburned agarwood in the furnace caught Yang Yizhi's eyes. His face suddenly sank. Acacia incense. This is not a kind of incense, it will not confuse people's will, it just lures the existing emotion and makes it burn hotter.Its price can be equivalent to that of gold, but it is very common in the court, and is usually used for the emperor's favor and concubine. She never knew the purpose of this spice, it must be the ghost of the envoy in yellow. Just now, the little ripple in my heart was actually because of this? Anger rose from the bottom of Yang Yizhi's heart, and he snatched the incense burner: "Stop." Acacia let go in panic, the incense burner toppled over, and the burnt agarwood crumbs scattered, staining Yang Yizhi's white clothes.His clothes had already been soaked by the rain, and a cloud of gray stains instantly faded away. Xiangsi looked at him in astonishment, as if she didn't know what she did wrong for a moment. She knelt down in front of Yang Yizhi in fear, knelt and knelt down and said: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I will definitely clean it up..." She tore off her skirt in a panic, and wiped the stains on Yang Yizhi's clothes vigorously. Yang Yizhi wanted to push her away, but he was in a state of confusion for a moment, was it anger, was it annoyed, was it sadness, was it joy?Couldn't sort it out anymore. She knelt down in front of him, her water-red skirt was torn open, revealing her slender legs, but she didn't realize it, and just messily wiped the stains on his clothes. Yang Yizhi couldn't bear to look any more, closed his eyes, and said softly, "Go out." Xiangsi raised her head and looked at him in surprise, her voice trembling: "My lord, what did you say?" Yang Yizhi frowned, and slightly raised his voice: "Get out!" She was stunned, stopped wiping, tears condensed in her empty eyes, and slowly fell, she knelt and took a few steps back, standing up with difficulty. Yang Yizhi made up his mind not to look at her until the voice in the tent gradually quieted down.With a long sigh, he slumped down on the messy bed and remained silent for a long time. The scene just now exhausted him physically and mentally even more than a big battle.He would rather face a top expert holding Longquan Tai'a than her frightened gaze. How can we save her? A dull thunder pierced the tranquility in the tent. Yang Yizhi suddenly realized that it was pouring rain outside the tent. ——What about lovesickness?Her clothes are thin and her will is unclear. Where can she go? Yang Yizhi couldn't care about anything else and rushed out. He lifted the curtain and saw her immediately. She fell to her knees in the mud by the door.The rain poured down from the sky, completely soaking her thin clothes.She lowered her head, folded her hands on her chest, and shivered slightly in the icy rain.Drops of water slipped over her thin jaw and fell into her slightly open collar. Yang Yizhi's heart ached.He knelt down slowly and supported her: "I'm sorry." Xiangsi raised her head, surprise flashed from the depths of her eyes, but she was filled with fear in an instant: "No, it's my fault... for making you angry." Yang Yizhi raised his sleeves and gently wiped away the water on her face, but he didn't know if it was rain or tears. Had he ever been mad at her? Even if she forgot the years she spent with him, even if she chose to accompany that touch of blue, he never got angry with her. Now, he just wants her to be happy, wherever she is, whether she remembers him or not. Even, no matter who she loves. Xiangsi raised her eyes secretly, guessing his expression, and said timidly: "If I do something wrong in the future, please punish me, but don't drive me away, okay?" Yang Yizhi was speechless. Don't drive her away, don't let her leave him? His smile was a little bitter.How many times, he looked forward to the day when she would look at him coquettishly like all young girls with new feelings, forcing him to promise that he would never leave him. How much he wanted to make this promise, and it was in his sleep, tossing and turning. It came true at this moment. However, there was no joy in his heart, but only deep sadness.Because he understood that all of this was just a trick of that evil swordsmanship.When the puppet sword technique is lifted, she will forget all this again.Just like the love affair two years ago, without leaving any trace. Later, when he met her in the remotest corners of the world, she would only call him "Leader Yang" indifferently, would only accompany Xi Qingyi, and would only ask, "But I don't understand what you mean." In just a few words, every word seems to be engraved in his heart, causing deep pain. Why does fate want to peel off the unhealed wounds again and again, revealing the bloody wounds? He smiled wryly, and gently embraced her in his arms. At that moment, her body was drenched in rain, as cold as a piece of ice.He gently stroked her messy hair, using his body to shield her from the wind and rain.She snuggled into his arms quietly, feeling the warmth from his body, and gradually stopped trembling. At that moment, she was as soft as a rag doll. There was heavy rain all around, the sea breeze whimpered, and dull thunder came faintly from afar. When Yang Yizhi raised his head, his eyes were as clear as the moon, and there was no trace of dregs in his eyes: "I will definitely save you." Dawn broke. Yang Yizhi carried Xiangsi back to the camp tent, and gently placed it on the bed.His movements were extremely light and did not wake her from her deep sleep.The wind and rain beat on the camp tent, like an endless leak. Yang Yizhi silently looked at Acacia.Her wet long hair spread out like seaweed, and there was a sweet smile on her pale face.He sighed softly, and carefully tucked in the quilt for her. Then, turn around and leave. The moment he walked out of the tent, the messenger in yellow appeared outside the tent with an umbrella. Yang Yizhi didn't look at him. The envoy in yellow patted him on the shoulder.This person is a bit familiar, especially for Yang Yizhi, he seems to have never regarded him as an outsider: "You don't like her?" Yang Yizhi didn't answer. The envoy in yellow had an ambiguous smile on his face, what else would he say.Suddenly, Yang Yizhi grabbed his collar, brought him up in front of him, and said word by word: "If you dare to treat her like this again..." The envoy in yellow looked at him with no fear in his eyes, but rather appreciation.It seems that it is very interesting to see a modest gentleman like Yang Yizhi get angry. He stretched out a finger with difficulty, and tapped on Yang Yizhi's pale knuckles due to exertion: "My son-in-law, calm down, calm down, I'm here to discuss with you a plan to wipe out the Japanese pirates..." The word Japanese pirates made Yang Yizhi's anger gradually calm down.Yes, he still can't do anything to this person.This person has extraordinary background, if he is hurt, the imperial court will definitely not let it go, and my father is still in the army.What's more, he dispatched all the supplies and gunboats to exterminate the pirates. Without his assistance, it would be difficult to capture the leader of the pirates and release the puppet sword energy for Xiangsi. Yang Yizhi was silent for a moment, then pushed him away. The envoy in yellow staggered a few steps before standing still, but when he raised his head, his face was filled with that disturbing smile again: "Don't you really like it? It's so pleasant to look at the beauty under the lamp... Prince Consort, I don't think the princess would mind if you take a concubine first." Yang Yizhi's face suddenly turned red, then pale.He clenched his hand tightly, and a ray of light flashed in his palm. The chill quickly spread from his fingers. Before the chill could reach him, the envoy in yellow had strode back, waved his hands repeatedly and said, "Okay, okay, since the son-in-law doesn't like this flavor, let's change it." Yang Yizhi's face was even more gloomy, as if he was trying his best to control his anger. But the envoy in yellow looked serious, waved his hand to Yang Yizhi and said, "My son-in-law, don't forget that when the sun sets today, Muxue Island." He didn't wait for Yang Yizhi's answer, he turned around and left in a hurry. Yang Yizhi frowned and looked at his back. He suddenly had a little doubt - he was actually a little afraid of this messenger in yellow. Perhaps, what he is afraid of is not anyone, but only his own heart.