Emperor Phoenix

Chapter 218

Beside him, Xiao Jue, who would never let her out of his sight, looked down at the ground with a tacit understanding. When his eyes touched the puddle of water, he was slightly startled at first, and then his eyes brightened.

And Qin Changge had already patted his clothes with a smile, and suddenly a puff of dust rose.

The little reds immediately began to restless.

Xiao Jue suddenly shot out like a sword.

Before people arrived, the sword light had already filled the spacious room, and gorgeous white beams of light soared up, piercing straight to the roof like a long dragon, pulling those floating light nets to drift around. At the same time, Qin Changge turned his backhand and snapped. smashed a mirror behind him.

The mirror shattered, the light scattered, thousands of fragments splashed everywhere, and the high priest of Yin who had been standing opposite him suddenly disappeared.

Qin Changge was not moved at all, and immediately looked down at the ground.

southwest corner.

nobody.

Suddenly there was a footprint with a watermark on the ground.

With a smile of "as expected", Qin Changge jumped up and flew towards the southwest like an angry eagle.

The sky suddenly dimmed.

Mirror, Xiaohong, High Priest, Feihuan, Xiao Jue, all suddenly disappeared.

The top of the head is no longer a mirror reflecting the blazing light, but suddenly replaced by a flying phoenix and a coiled dragon, and the top of a palace with red-topped golden algae.

The top of the hall looks somewhat familiar, with the twelve golden phoenixes dancing and embracing the pearls of the mountains and rivers, looking down with disdain, their divine postures are like clouds.

There was a bang in her heart, and she was stunned for a moment.

This is Changle Palace three years ago.

The emerald screen gold case, the brocade felt jade couch, behind the couch is heavy feathers sinking like a dream, holding the Pearl of Lihai in one hand, the sound of the collision of the beads is broken when the wind passes by, the swirling brilliance is shining, flickering like a firefly, In the purple gold enamel mountain and river tripod, dipterocarp had a faint fragrance, and the little maid used a gold pick to dial the dark blue incense block, and yawned lazily in the dense fragrance.

...as if it were a dream.

But she really touched the bright bead and smelled the deep fragrance. She looked dazed in the swaying pearl light, and she was about to speak but didn't know where to start, but saw the light in the hall dimmed, and someone walked in slowly.

The little palace maid rubbed her eyes and looked around, her eyes passed through her, as if she didn't see anything, suddenly she dropped the golden dial in a panic, and hurried to meet her.

"The Empress!"

She suddenly turned around.

At the entrance of the hall, a woman in silk clothes stands with a snail in a bun and a beaded hairpin. Her dress is light and flowing, and the beautiful palace lights behind her are deeply illuminated, reflecting a pair of beautiful eyes, and her posture is as bright and elegant as a flying bird in the sky.

She raised her hand with a smile and said, "Is Rong'er asleep?"

The little maid answered in a low voice: "Yes...the prince has been asleep for a while."

The silk-clothed woman nodded her head, and walked into the hall with floating steps. The thick and soft brocade felt drowned her steps, and she walked silently. Everything was so quiet, as if she was trapped in a nightmare.

She walked past Qin Changge and entered the inner hall without any abnormality.

The luminous pearl shines on the warm and fragrant wall covered with spices and pepper paste, and the gentleness without smoke shines on the space behind the silk curtain. On the phoenix couch inlaid with emeralds, a little child is quietly and sweetly deep sleep.

The most noble mother in the world stopped in front of the couch.

Everything is so gorgeous, peaceful, gentle and quiet.

Everything is so cold, weird, gloomy, and haunting.

Qin Changge's whole body turned cold, and the depths of his heart were like thousands of thunderbolts exploding, and he was so shocked that he almost lost his voice.

Is this time travel again?

Is this going back to three years ago?
So, do I have a chance to save myself and erase all the blood, tears, tragedies, pains, and hardships that followed?
Qin Changge looked back eagerly, looking at the gold-painted dressing table behind him, there was a deadly killing mechanism hidden in an unknown corner, waiting coolly.

Leaping over, Qin Changge went to pull the drawer in the middle of the dressing table.

Her hands passed through the dressing table transparently.

Behind.

The crystal curtain is ringing, and behind the silk curtain, the smiling mother is about to bend down gently.

Qin Changge ran over vigorously again.

do not!
Don't hug Rong'er!
She yelled, and she felt that the voice was sharp and loud as if it could pass through the sky, but the woman leaned over as if she had never heard of it, and hugged the crying child who was waking up.

"Snapped!"

With a flash of golden light, the tragedy happened again in front of the person involved.

She watched herself, ambush, rescued her son, and was killed with her own eyes.

The long knife that flew out of the dressing table passed through her transparent body, and then pierced into the back of the silk-clothed woman.

Qin Changge slowly stretched out his hand...

The blood is bright red, so red that it is tragic and tragic, Zhang Yang is like a ignited demon fire, rising endlessly...

After all... nothing can be done.

He couldn't save himself, couldn't avoid tragedy, couldn't stop Rong'er from growing up in a motherless environment, couldn't keep Feihuan from being disabled physically and martial arts.

nothing can...

What use do you want?

Suddenly there is a loud sound like a sound from the sky, or is it a cry of self-denial and doubt that burst out from the bottom of my heart?What do you want, what do you want, what do you want?
With a bang, something squirmed and staggered out of the bottom of my heart, a small figure approached and asked: Who are you, who are you?
That shadow pierced her heart... Probe to look at the outside world, she smiled, and gave her a thin and delicate profile, she said that my name is Mingshuang, a woman from Yunzhou, a magician who told fortune-tellers back then, and said that I came here to repay my favor, in this life This body is too expensive...Daddy spent all his money to send me into the palace...hehe...

Who am I then?

Aren't you Mingshuang?
The five colors are blurred, the world is upside down, those gold, red, emerald, purple, crimson, white, black and blue are intertwined into colorful brocades, and they are hooded down on her. The eyes are chaotic and dim, and she suddenly feels her fingers are sore, and her martial arts and vitality are gone instantly , as if it had never existed, during those desperate struggles, there was something moaning in her ear over and over again like bewilderment... You are actually dead long ago, dead long ago...so you save You can't save yourself, and no one can save you... Mingshuang Mingshuang, why do you lend your body to others? ... Mingshuang Mingshuang, you are actually a dead person... Why are you still standing here? ...go back to where you should go...go back to where you should go...

Go back to where I should go.

"Squeak".

The gate of Changle Palace opened again.

The opened door pulls out the sunlight, and the long shadow under the shadow is darkly plated on the gold brick floor by a ray of sunlight, gradually approaching.

She stepped on the pool of blood of her messy corpse, and turned her head slowly.

The world suddenly darkened.

Xiao Jue, who was flying, looked back in astonishment.

With a bang, his legs went limp, and he fell suddenly.

Falling into the brocade quilt and jade tent.

Everything in front of him was chaotic, and the fragrance was so strong that one wanted to be intoxicated forever. From nowhere, a pink arm stretched out and wrapped it around his neck.

He subconsciously wanted to struggle, but suddenly he felt that his whole body was sore and limp, and all the strength in his limbs was empty and he didn't know where to go.

He was shocked—did he fall under the fragrance of Yinli just now?I don't think there is anything wrong.

This is where?What about the mirror room just now?

There are red lips that are plump, soft and fragrant, and a period of charming fragrance and a period of wind and moon, so lively and fragrant, so soft and flowing.

To get him involved.

The skin is like the moon, the skin is like waves, the skin is like fat, like jade, like a dream, like a pearl, like a flower petal, like all the most beautiful things in the world.

He was struggling in cold sweat.

Suddenly someone lightly clicked the hook of the jade curtain in front of the bed, smiling slightly.

"Your Majesty, how is the taste this time?"

He tore at the sticky, slippery brocade quilt, looking back with surprise on his face.

The world suddenly darkened.

There was a burst of fire in front of my eyes.

Fiercely rushing across Chu Feihuan's body, he pierced through his chest like a fire dragon and rushed towards the jade steps of the palace, the vermilion and dandelions, the palaces, the palaces, all the palaces were turned into dust in an instant...

He touched his heart in surprise—there was no burning pain, no beating strength, nothing.

In a blink of an eye, he saw the familiar looking man on the ground in front of him, kneeling in front of the woman's corpse, and gently took off a suet jade pendant from her waist.

The man's fingers slowly rubbed the jade pendant that no longer had the owner's body temperature, and touched the smooth phoenix carving little by little. irony.

Changle, Changle, there will be no joy from now on.

The man hung the jade pendant on his waist with great care, then stood up gently, and when he turned around, his face flashed.

Standing in a corner, he was stunned...

Isn't that me?

Oh... So I'm dead?
He looked at his fingers passing through those flames in awe, without any panic or fear. He had foreseen this moment for a long time...just remembered with a little pain...Where is Changge?If I die, will she be sad?

Will you cry?
The drop of tears from the Youzhou incident fell on his heart, but it ignited like a raging fire, burning him so painfully that it was difficult to breathe, leaving deep scars that would never heal overnight.

I don't want to see her cry or sigh, that doesn't belong to her who is always calm and calm looking at the world.

In my memory, she was always as startled as a ghost, with lingering eyes in a glance, the woman who flew over the reeds like a white bird, broke into the cold pool in his heart fiercely and tenderly.

Long song... I hope that in this life, you will always be as lucky as God loves you.

Even if that love is in exchange for the good luck of my life.

If possible, I would rather sacrifice all the happiness in my life and superimpose it on your life chart, in exchange for a smooth journey from now on, Haiyan Heqing.

But never to be a burden or a sin to you.

The raging fire burned this body, and he smiled in the fire.

In any case, in this life, Xiao Jue won't let her down again, right?
During these days, watching with cold eyes, the anxiety and doubts in my heart were dissipated little by little——Xiao Jue still loves her, he loves her so much, his eyes are sincere and warm, no one can fake it, even though that kind of love burns brilliantly and Gorgeous, more and more contrasted with his powerlessness and paleness, although that kind of love cut across his eyes like a sword and cut his heartache, but deep down in his heart he was happy, it's great, she is not lonely, she has someone who is so full Love, then even if he leaves in the future, she will never fall into cold and loneliness.

Long song, I will go on a long journey without seeing you off.

(End of this chapter)