Shaojun riding the sea

Chapter 246: The Saint's Devil Heart

The news of Xiyuehan's assassination quickly spread across the sea, but the assassin who shot his brother to death with one arrow disappeared. Xiyuehan was heartbroken, and in a rage he hanged all the rebels, led by the eldest prince, at the city gate. He tortured them in various ways, but still failed to attract the killer. In the end, the eldest prince was thrown into a big pot by Xiyuehan and boiled alive in front of countless Chinu people.

Xi Yuehan's cruelty was appalling. Although the envoys from various countries who had attended the meeting were used as bait and put in danger and suffered all kinds of humiliation, they were afraid of Xi Yuehan's terrifying fighting power. All the countries on the sea could only swallow their anger and dared not resist.

But beneath this calm lies a kind of uneasiness and restlessness that is about to come. With Xi Yuehan's great ambition, even if the countries on the sea keep giving in and cowering in submission, how long can this illusion of peace last?

When the news reached Yunzhou Island, Ji Zhiyue was busy making Hanpo Pills in Yuzhuju. She hadn't been able to sleep well in those days and always dreamed of the scene when Xiao Lingdang went to shoot Xi Yuehan.

For some reason, she always saw Xi Yuehan covered in blood, looking at her with resentment and sadness in her dreams, questioning her with gritted teeth:
"Why did you betray me? Are you so cruel and heartless that you want to kill me?"

She woke up from nightmares every time, sweating all over her head and having palpitations.

Amidst all the complicated emotions, she seemed to both hope that Xi Yuehan would die, and... fear that he would die. It was an extremely subtle and indescribable feeling, and even she herself couldn't figure out whether she... wanted that person to die?
The evening breeze swept across the courtyard. In this anxious waiting, when Wen Yanru came to tell Ji Zhiyue the result of the assassination, Ji Zhiyue's hands trembled as she made the Hanpo Pills. Her breathing became disordered, and she somehow heaved a sigh of relief:

"It's good that the assassin escaped. It's good that Xiao Lingdang was not caught. It's a pity that we failed to kill King Chi Nu this time..."

Wen Yanru had long known about Ji Zhiyue and Shi Xuanling's assassination plan. He was silent for a while, staring at Ji Zhiyue for a long while, and then he spoke quietly:

"Zhizhi, you were actually relieved, not only because Miss Shi escaped successfully, but also because... the person who died was not Xi Yuehan, right?"

"Wha, what?"

Ji Zhiyue's face changed, and she raised her head. There was a hint of obvious panic between her brows, so Wen Yanru tightened his grip on the silver spear in his hand. He spoke each word so slowly and with difficulty:
"You actually don't want Xi Yuehan to die... You want him to live, right?"

"No, of course not. Xiyuehan is a big devil and a great threat to Dongmu. I told Xiaolingdang his vital points myself. I also prepared so many Hanpo pills in the hope that Xiaolingdang's action this time would be successful. Of course, I hope Xiyuehan dies, and he must die too..."

As Ji Zhiyue spoke, her whole body began to tremble uncontrollably. Wen Yanru's eyes were deep, and he could no longer hold back. He stepped forward and hugged Ji Zhiyue into his arms, interrupting all her excited words:

"Okay, no need to say more, I understand, I understand everything."

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, stroked Ji Zhiyue's soft long hair with one hand, and murmured in her ear:
"Zhizhi, let's get married. You have forgotten everything that happened after Xiyuehan abducted you to the warship. You have forgotten that devil... forget him, okay?"

The Silver Snow God of War, who is unattainable in everyone's mind, as cold as snow, and guarding an area of ​​the sea, speaks so cautiously at this moment, even with a hint of... humility.

Ji Zhiyue's heart ached, and she raised her head in a hurry, explaining repeatedly: "Yun Zhan, I don't have any romantic feelings for him, and I don't care about that devil. It's just because I exposed his vital secret, and I feel that this behavior is not upright, so I feel guilty about him. Please believe me, I just..."

"I believe you. Of course I believe you, Zhizhi. You don't have to explain. I know who you are better than anyone else."

Wen Yanru looked at Ji Zhiyue's anxious eyes and couldn't help but pull her over and gently touch her forehead. He said word by word: "It is precisely because you are too kind and good that I am afraid that the devil will get his hands on you and drag you into the abyss to accompany him..."

"After all, I am afraid. I am too afraid... of losing you." Wen Yanru pursed his lips. He was a reserved and taciturn person. This was the first time he revealed his true feelings in front of Ji Zhiyue:
"Actually, Zhizhi, I really don't want you to see this side of me, because a man's jealous face is really ugly, even a saint will develop a devilish heart because of it. And I'm just an ordinary person, I'm not perfect, I can also be stingy, mean, and selfish, and I will have wild thoughts, be confused, and even feel uneasy because of your slight emotional changes..."

"You once said that I have a pure heart, always holding a spear, standing on the sea, and sticking to my own way, but I am not as good as you said. I have thought too many times about how to tear Xi Yuehan into pieces, even if it means a sneak attack, using the most dishonorable means in the world to plot against him. As long as I can take his life and he can completely disappear from this world, it will be fine. I hate him to the core. Because of you... because of you, I have messed up the way in my heart."

"It turns out that Buddha and devil are only a thought away. I am the one who cannot bear the responsibility of the one you are talking about..."

This was the first time that Wen Yanru admitted his dark thoughts in front of Ji Zhiyue. He looked solemn but before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Ji Zhiyue: "No, it's not your fault."

That elegant and graceful face was full of heartache and tenderness. She suddenly stood on tiptoe, hugged Wen Yanru tightly and kissed him.

"Yun Zhan, it's my fault. I made you feel uncomfortable..."

Their hearts were beating against each other as they kissed deeply. It was the most intimate posture in the world. No one could separate them, and all the uneasy thoughts disappeared at this moment.

"Let's get married, Yun Zhan. The only person I want to be with in my life... is you."

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The wind was cold and snow was falling. The whole palace was covered in white. Smoke was curling up from the stove in the room. A beautiful and slender figure was lying on the bed. It was Shi Xuanling, who was unconscious due to the poison of "Blue Flame Blood".

She had been sleeping for a long, long time, so long that she was trapped in a deep dream, a scene she had dreamed of before.

She was walking alone in the wind and snow. When she was in desperate situation, a little light appeared in the distance. She was delighted and ran forward with difficulty. She saw a young man holding a lamp, standing in the wind and snow. His handsome eyes were still captivating. He was waiting for her quietly, never leaving her.

"Ah Yue!"

She was extremely excited, but when she touched the boy's eyebrows, his whole body began to crack bit by bit, until it shattered into pieces and turned into sad and beautiful fireflies, flying into the snow.

"No, Ayue, Ayue!"

Shi Xuanling wandered and called out in her nightmare for the thousandth time, and this time, she finally broke free from the nightmare, opened her eyes and woke up.

The first thing she saw was the white snow outside the window, and the faint fragrance of winter plum blossoms in the snow came into her nose. For a moment, she was in a trance.

My memory is clearly still in the royal hunting ground of the Chinu tribe, so how come winter has come, with snow flying all over the sky and plum blossoms blooming?
She moved her fingertips and was trying to sit up with difficulty when a figure came over. A familiar and joyful voice rang in her ears:
"Little Bell, you woke up, you finally woke up!"

Turning his head, he saw a man wearing white clothes and with his hair tied up, with a tall and elegant figure, gentle and clear eyes, and a bowl of inky black medicine in his hand.

Shi Xuanling was surprised and said hesitantly, "You... Junior Master You Ming?"