BVAHEDLA[W Chapter 31
by VolareChapter 31 Ancient 5 Past Events
Sensing someone approaching, Chu Li-fei slowly opened his eyes, then raised his arm to swat away the hand Ning Yan had brought to his mouth.
It was a pity about the crystal-clear grapes, which rolled around on the ground.
Ning Yan wasn’t annoyed at all by this, instead staring thoughtfully at the glistening juice on his fingertips, then laughing to himself.
It wasn’t until Chu Li-fei gave him a sidelong glance that he stopped, picking up a silk handkerchief from the table and carefully wiping his fingers clean, then looking up at the doorway.
The sound of the pipa inside the room hadn’t stopped.
Liu Shuo-yu’s left hand held the instrument, moving back and forth between different positions; his right hand plucked the strings, his fingers fair and slender, his nails carefully manicured, pale and delicate.
He tilted his head slightly, exposing his slender neck in Chu Li-fei’s direction, trying to show his best side, looking elegant and fragile, like a noble swan, making people feel pity.
Without Chu Li-fei’s order, Liu Shuo-yu didn’t dare to stop, he lowered his eyes slightly and played the music, as if he hadn’t noticed what was happening outside.
The only sound in the entire room was the music of the pipa, and apart from that, it was extremely quiet.
Lu Mo-chen stood quietly at the door, with no one paying attention to him.
He looked at Chu Li-fei unwillingly, but the other didn’t even give him a glance. Lu Mo-chen’s eyes were slightly red, and his nose felt a little sore, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.
“Imperial Uncle…” he murmured, his eyes red, looking at Chu Li-fei, the sadness in his eyes seeming to overflow.
But Chu Li-fei still ignored him.
Lu Mo-chen didn’t know what he had done wrong to make Chu Li-fei ignore him, even…dislike him…
But it shouldn’t be. Clearly, at the palace banquet that night, Chu Li-fei had stood against the Crown Prince for him, and had given him his cloak, as well as the jade pendant that represented Chu Li-fei’s identity.
Clearly, that night was fine.
Then something must have happened after that. Did someone say something to Chu Li-fei?
The Crown Prince? Or someone else?
Were there other people around Chu Li-fei? Could it be that man in blue?
Lu Mo-chen locked his gaze on Ning Yan. He had never seen this person in his previous life.
Lu Mo-chen’s mind flashed through the figures who had appeared around Chu Li-fei, and then eliminated them one by one.
A trace of obsession flashed in his eyes. If he found out who was saying bad things about him in Chu Li-fei’s ear, he would definitely not let them off easily.
Just then, the sound of the pipa gradually stopped, the piece finished.
No one spoke in the room, and the atmosphere became stagnant.
Lu Mo-chen then diverted some of his attention, his gaze slowly turning to the source of the music. The man holding the pipa was dressed in a white gauze robe, the hem of which trailed irregularly on the ground. The higher up, the more transparent the clothes became, barely covering a few key areas, and reflecting a golden shimmer in the candlelight, looking radiant. Several thin golden chains hung on his chest, extending all the way to his back, layered and intertwined, extremely beautiful.
Lu Mo-chen then realized that the man’s clothes were also hollowed out, seemingly foreign garments, fastened at the back with only a few gold chains, revealing a fair back and distinct butterfly bones. And that hollowed-out part went all the way down to the tailbone, looking seductive and alluring.
His gaze then moved upward, to the delicate collarbones, slender neck, and then the otherworldly face.
Slender phoenix eyes, a delicate nose, pale pink lips, clearly a cold and aloof appearance, but softened a bit in the candlelight. He held the pipa and cast an inquiring look at Chu Li-fei, but his eyes were lingering, as if they could draw silk.
Lu Mo-chen looked at that face, stunned in place, his eyes widening suddenly.
“Liu Shuo-yu…” he said in surprise, “It’s you.” Lu Mo-chen quickly walked towards Liu Shuo-yu.
He finally remembered why the name Yan Yue Pavilion seemed familiar to him.
It was all because of Liu Shuo-yu. The culprit who killed Chu Li-fei in his previous life.
Lu Mo-chen remembered the events of his previous life, thinking of Chu Li-fei dying in his arms, his eyes couldn’t help turning red, and looking at Liu Shuo-yu again, his eyes gradually became filled with hatred.
Chu Li-fei, however, smiled slightly when he heard Lu Mo-chen’s words. It seemed that his guess was correct, this white-eyed wolf Lu Mo-chen had indeed known Liu Shuo-yu for a long time.
Then, for his own safety, he must not let the two of them hook up again.
He still needed to find a way to separate the two of them.
Chu Li-fei frowned, his eyes darting back and forth between Lu Mo-chen and Liu Shuo-yu.
Ning Yan, who noticed Chu Li-fei’s gaze, raised an eyebrow slightly and quietly watched the show from the side.
Lu Mo-chen’s eyes lit up when he felt Chu Li-fei’s gaze finally fall on him. But when he turned around and saw that Chu Li-fei was not only looking at him, but also focusing most of his attention on Liu Shuo-yu, the face that had just been happy quickly collapsed again, and his whole body continued to emit a low pressure, prompting Liu Shuo-yu next to him to give him a puzzled look.
What did Chu Li-fei mean by staring at Liu Shuo-yu? Could it be that he had taken a fancy to him?
Lu Mo-chen followed Chu Li-fei’s gaze, frowning tightly, and turned his head angrily, sizing Liu Shuo-yu up and down.
Hmm…a little taller than him, his skin seemed fairer, and his hair seemed smoother…
But, but his eyes weren’t as big as his, and his lips weren’t suitable for kissing! And…and…
Okay…Lu Mo-chen was a little deflated, and couldn’t help feeling slightly frustrated.
It was all Lu Yuan-jing’s fault! His rebirth came at such a bad time.
In the teacup next to him, the clear tea water perfectly reflected Lu Mo-chen’s current appearance.
Lu Mo-chen lowered his head, and saw a small figure gradually appearing in the teacup. Because he had been bullied by his brothers for a long time, he looked pale and emaciated, and his hair was like a pile of straw.
He couldn’t even convince himself, so what confidence did he have that Chu Li-fei would take a fancy to him?
So…Chu Li-fei really took a fancy to Liu Shuo-yu…?
How could this be! Liu Shuo-yu killed Chu Li-fei in his previous life, and it was possible that he would go crazy again and kill Chu Li-fei again in this life.
Lu Mo-chen still remembered in his previous life, he had just ascended the throne not long ago, but no one believed that the late emperor would pass the throne to such a prince who was usually not favored, whose talents were not very prominent, and whose maternal clan was even a criminal.
At that time, there was also the Crown Prince who was vying for the throne with him, but in the end, he was the one who won.
Everyone was guessing that his throne was ill-gotten, and were secretly poking at his spine, calling him a usurper.
In the end, it was Chu Li-fei who stood against all opposition and helped him secure his position.
But at that time, for some reason, he always felt that Chu Li-fei would leave him at any time. When he woke up in the middle of the night, lying alone on the large dragon bed, he felt particularly lonely, and always dreamed of Chu Li-fei falling in front of him covered in blood.
The dream was extremely real, making him terrified.
So later, he was possessed and seized Chu Li-fei’s power, and placed him under house arrest. But he just wanted Chu Li-fei to stay, so that he could accompany him day and night.
Lu Mo-chen always felt sad when he recalled the events of his previous life. It was his fault, when he first ascended the throne, he had to deal with a lot of government affairs every day, meet with ministers and envoys, and also spare energy to fight wits with them, and he was negligent for a while, so Liu Shuo-yu had the opportunity to take advantage of it, and then falsely conveyed his will and sent that cup of poison to Chu Li-fei.
Speaking of…how did he get to know Liu Shuo-yu…?
It seemed that it was also at Yan Yue Pavilion…but…he couldn’t remember clearly…
He stared at Liu Shuo-yu, as if he wanted to stare a hole in his face.
But no matter how he looked at it, Lu Mo-chen couldn’t remember. Instead, Liu Shuo-yu’s more mature and indifferent face from his previous life gradually appeared before his eyes.
Lu Mo-chen rushed from the palace, and the people around him were already kneeling on the ground, only Liu Shuo-yu stood straight, looking down at all of them without emotion.
He suddenly felt that everything around him had become so strange, as if it had deviated from its original trajectory, and he knelt in the snow blankly, holding Chu Li-fei’s body.
No…Lu Mo-chen looked around, the guards all knelt down in unison, everyone’s expressions were the same, as if…they were all carved from the same mold.
It seemed that even the frequency of blinking was the same.
But how was that possible.
The snow around Lu Mo-chen began to melt gradually, and the cold constantly seeped into his knees, then did not spare even the seams of his bones. But Lu Mo-chen didn’t seem to feel it, he only felt that he had already become completely cold, and the cold spread from his heart to his limbs.
He felt inexplicably afraid, increased the strength in his hands, and hugged Chu Li-fei tightly like a child. It seemed that only in this way could he see through the illusion and touch the only truth. Even if Chu Li-fei would no longer stand in front of him as before, drive away the darkness for him, and then gently take him into his arms.
Perhaps, the person who really deviated from the track was himself…
The sun was just right that day, a rare good weather in the harsh winter. But Liu Shuo-yu was standing against the light. He looked gloomy, standing in the shadows, his slender phoenix eyes swept around casually, and finally glanced at him condescendingly, his red lips lightly parted: “Lu Mo-chen, you ■■ Chu Li-fei, but I ■■■. So ■■■.”
Lu Mo-chen wanted to carefully recall Liu Shuo-yu’s words, but the more he thought about it, the more his head hurt, and his mind was always blank.
But Liu Shuo-yu was indeed the culprit who killed Chu Li-fei.
So no matter what, he must not allow such a dangerous element to exist around Chu Li-fei.
Therefore, even if Chu Li-fei really took a fancy to Liu Shuo-yu, he had to find a way to separate the two of them, and never give Liu Shuo-yu a chance to take advantage of it.
Chu Li-fei coldly watched Lu Mo-chen’s expression change back and forth towards Liu Shuo-yu, his eyes flashing, and thought that the two were openly communicating under his nose.
“Heh.” He sneered. Judging from this, the two probably had already agreed on some secret code for communication.
Since this was the case, why not just redeem Liu Shuo-yu and put him in the Prince’s Mansion under strict supervision.
In this way, it would also completely cut off the possibility of the two of them passing information in private.
Chu Li-fei turned to the side and instructed Ning Yan to call the madam.
Before long, Ning Yan brought in a woman who looked not very old.
A hairpin engraved with begonias was inserted diagonally in her hair, with a glass bead hanging from the end, swaying gently with her steps. The woman wore light makeup, but it was enough to see that she was a beautiful woman.
“You can call me Linlang,” the woman said slowly with a bow.
Presumably she was the owner of this Yan Yue Pavilion.
Chu Li-fei went straight to the point, saying that he wanted to redeem Liu Shuo-yu to take back to his residence.
“No way.”
Two voices came out at the same time.
One was naturally Linlang, and the other was Lu Mo-chen.
Linlang was naturally the first to disagree with Chu Li-fei wanting to redeem the “Jade-Faced Young Master.”
Not to mention that the pavilion had spent a lot of money raising Liu Shuo-yu from childhood to adulthood, and besides, Liu Shuo-yu would continue to perform on stage in the future, how could she let Chu Li-fei take away the money tree from her pavilion.
“It’s naturally Shuo-yu’s blessing that the young master has taken a fancy to him, but…” Linlang rolled her eyes, “He’s the top performer in our pavilion.”
“Look.”
Linlang took Chu Li-fei to the hall on the first floor, only to see that it was crowded with people, and the waiters were constantly bringing out jars of wine from the backyard and opening them, not even having a chance to catch their breath. Several young masters hugged beauties in their arms, enjoying their service, drunk from their faces all the way to the roots of their necks, throwing money around as if it were free.
“Those distinguished guests downstairs are all here for Shuo-yu tonight. If they can’t see him in the future, how can I explain it?”
“So, Shuo-yu can’t just be taken away by you.”
Linlang’s eyes were smiling, but the meaning in her words was—if you want to take Liu Shuo-yu away, you have to pay a price.
Chu Li-fei laughed softly, if Linlang wanted something else, he might not be able to do it.
But she was a merchant, and merchants pursue profit, and he had plenty of money.
After getting a satisfactory answer, Linlang released the person very simply. She looked at Liu Shuo-yu, motioned for him to follow Chu Li-fei, and then ordered someone to bring Liu Shuo-yu’s deed of sale.
Linlang smiled and flattered Chu Li-fei, handing over the deed. Chu Li-fei reached out to take it, but was interrupted by a sudden voice.
“Wait a minute, Imperial…” Lu Mo-chen didn’t finish his words, knowing that he had misspoke. He was too anxious just now, and it wasn’t appropriate to reveal Chu Li-fei’s identity here.
But he was used to calling Chu Li-fei “Imperial Uncle” in his previous life, and now he didn’t know what to call him instead. For a moment, he just froze in place.
“What?” Chu Li-fei turned his gaze back to Lu Mo-chen.
He seemed to look much better than he did at the palace banquet that night. He had gained some weight on his face, and the scars on his body seemed to have faded a lot.
No, what was he doing caring about these things. Chu Li-fei lowered his eyes: “What do you want?”
Chu Li-fei’s cold attitude obviously surprised Lu Mo-chen a bit, but he quickly reacted and tried to stop Chu Li-fei from taking Liu Shuo-yu back: “People from these kinds of brothels are impure. I just think he’s not worthy of serving you.”
Hearing this, Linlang was naturally unwilling. Seeing that a big deal was about to be made, how could she let Lu Mo-chen ruin it, she was furious: “Young master, you’re wrong. Our Shuo-yu has grown up in the pavilion since he was a child, and he only sells his art, not his body. I know that our industry has a lowly status, but I can’t let you slander the reputation of our Yan Yue Pavilion for nothing.”
Liu Shuo-yu also chimed in: “If the lord is willing to redeem this servant to serve in his manor, I will naturally be grateful for the lord’s kindness and be willing to serve you. Please fulfill my wish, lord.”
His eyes were red as he kowtowed to Chu Li-fei. Exposing his slender neck and his waist that could be grasped, he looked so pitiful.
Liu Shuo-yu then turned his words to Lu Mo-chen: “This servant was also born into a decent family when he was young, but unfortunately his family declined later, so he entered the Yan Yue Pavilion. I have no grievances or enmities with the young master, so please don’t say these words anymore. This lord is my first master, and also my only one, and I will wholeheartedly serve the lord.”
“You…” Lu Mo-chen was speechless. Was Liu Shuo-yu like this in his previous life too? His manner was simply the same as those concubines in his father’s harem.
Chu Li-fei’s brows furrowed even deeper, why was Lu Mo-chen interrupting him again and again? Could it be that the two of them were now communicating with some code that he couldn’t understand?
He observed carefully for a moment, but gained nothing, thinking that he still had to take Liu Shuo-yu away as soon as possible, lest more incidents occur.
“Okay, Ning Yan, prepare the carriage.” Chu Li-fei interrupted them impatiently, turning his gaze to Liu Shuo-yu: “As for you, come with me.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Li-fei got up directly and strode towards the door, his sleeves fluttering, and it took Liu Shuo-yu a lot of effort to catch up.
Seeing that Lu Mo-chen still wanted to follow, Chu Li-fei paused at the door, turned his head and looked at him coldly: “Go back to where you came from. My business has nothing to do with you.”
Lu Mo-chen was stunned in disbelief. His eyes widened slightly, as if he couldn’t believe that the words just now came from Chu Li-fei’s mouth.
When had Imperial Uncle ever been so cold to him, looking at him as if he were an irrelevant stranger.
And he was taking Liu Shuo-yu away so urgently, how impatient was he? Could it be that he was afraid that he would denigrate Liu Shuo-yu again?
Did Imperial Uncle like him so much? Even to the point of being cold to him in order to protect Liu Shuo-yu?
But no matter what, he wouldn’t do anything that Chu Li-fei didn’t like.
Lu Mo-chen’s eyes were red, and he held back his tears. The hands hanging under the black cloak were clenched tightly, trembling uncontrollably.
It seemed that he should do something to make Imperial Uncle accept him again.
No matter what, he would never let go in this life.
He looked out of the window, Chu Li-fei was taking Liu Shuo-yu onto the carriage.
He stood in the wind, watching the carriage disappear at the end of the road.
The evening breeze blew the hood, revealing his dark eyes like a deep pool.
Imperial Uncle, you can’t escape.
After returning to the residence, Chu Li-fei instructed Wang Jian-guo to arrange Liu Shuo-yu’s residence next to Ning Yan.
He emphasized again, telling the servants in the Prince’s Mansion to keep a close eye on the two of them, and not to bother him unless it was necessary.
Then he continued his salted-fish days of claiming illness and not attending court, so leisurely and happy.
Lu Mo-chen had come several times during this period, but was dismissed by the doorman with the reason that “the prince is sick and doesn’t see guests.”
The doorman was also very helpless. After all, Lu Mo-chen was also the Fourth Prince, and they felt bad about always lying to the prince, but they couldn’t disobey the prince’s orders. Fortunately, this Fourth Prince didn’t make things difficult for them, and only left a sentence each time:
“I understand, please send my regards to Imperial Uncle.”
Hearing this, the doorman naturally nodded quickly and sent Lu Mo-chen away.
Chu Li-fei just snorted coldly after knowing about this, without saying much.
However, the Emperor Lu Yuan-jing seemed to see that Chu Li-fei was only pretending to be sick, and after not letting him rest for long, he directly issued an order to send him to receive the envoys from the Chu Kingdom.
The Chu Kingdom had fought with the Great Yan many times, but had been defeated by Chu Li-fei. Later, its monarch was forced to make peace with the Great Yan, and the two countries eventually agreed to a truce, but the Chu Kingdom had to offer soldiers and a lot of gold and silver treasures every year.
Of course, the Chu Kingdom could choose to refuse. But if they didn’t obey, the two countries would continue to fight, and the surrounding people would suffer.
The Chu Kingdom had a large number of iron ore deposits, so the weapons it produced were excellent. What’s more, its famous luminous pearls were large and round, and were very popular among the ladies in the palace. This year, they had harvested an extremely large luminous pearl, as big as an adult’s palm, and would also offer it to the Great Yan.
After receiving the order, Chu Li-fei brought people to wait outside the city gate early, and escorted the envoys of the Chu Kingdom into the capital.
At the head of the envoy team of the Chu Kingdom was a burly man with a thick beard and colored ropes tied between his forelocks, followed by a long queue.
A banquet had already been prepared in the palace, and Lu Yuan-jing had been waiting at the head for a long time when Chu Li-fei arrived.
On his left sat the princes and kings, and on his right were the concubines of the harem. And to the left of the emperor, there was a vacant seat, even Lu Mo-lin, the crown prince, only retreated to take second place.
It was obvious who this position was reserved for, enough to show its honor.
After bringing the people in and saluting, Chu Li-fei scanned the hall and walked towards the only empty seat.
Interestingly, he did not know who had arranged the seat, but Lu Mo-lin was sitting behind him, causing Chu Li-fei to always feel a gaze staring at him.
Chu Li-fei originally wanted to ignore this gaze, but Lu Mo-chen’s presence was too strong. He reluctantly turned his head and glared at him as a warning, but unexpectedly got a smile in return.
Chu Li-fei only felt his heart stir at that familiar smile.
Similar, it was too similar. Chu Li-fei had tried to convince himself to distinguish the Lu Mo-chen of the last world from the Lu Mo-chen of this world, but their habits, and even the angle of the corners of their mouths when they smiled, were exactly the same.
It was difficult to believe that these two were not the same person.
The remembered face gradually overlapped with reality.
Chu Li-fei lowered his eyes, not saying anything this time, and silently shifted his gaze, refraining himself from looking at him again.
Compared to the way he looked that night at Yan Yue Pavilion, Lu Mo-chen looked a bit better. Today, he had changed into a blue robe, setting off the youth’s straightness like a green bamboo in the forest.
No, why was he thinking about him again…
Chu Li-fei quickly picked up the wine cup on the table and took a sip to prevent himself from continuing to think wildly.
In the hall, the singing and dancing performances went on one after another, the beautiful music and dance making many people immersed in it, as if intoxicated.
At this moment, the music gradually stopped, and everyone put down their bowls and chopsticks, straightened their expressions, and waited for the envoys of the Chu Kingdom to enter and pay their respects.
The burly man with a beard that Chu Li-fei had seen before did not even wait for the announcement, and strode in with a large stride, and did not seem to stop until he walked into the palace.
It was Li Yun-ping, who was next to Lu Yuan-jing, who stopped him.
The Chu Kingdom’s envoy team, the leading man named Zhang Wen, sounded gentle and weak, but looking at his physique, he felt quite ridiculous.
After being stopped by Li Yun-ping, Zhang Wen glared at Li Yun-ping and snorted coldly before stopping. He gave a very perfunctory salute.
The crowd in the hall was stunned.
Zhang Wen’s cold snort just now was not hidden at all, and everyone heard it clearly.
Several people with fiery tempers stood up and slammed the table. If their wives hadn’t stopped them, they might have rushed up to argue with Zhang Wen.
On the side of the women, there were a few timid ones at the end, frowning, holding silk scarves in their hands and constantly patting their hearts, and also tightly grasping the little palace maid next to them.
It was no wonder they were afraid. Most of the people in the Chu Kingdom were tall, and Zhang Wen was even more outstanding among them, nearly six feet tall, with solid muscles and covered with various scars, large and small, intertwined, and it was obvious that he had been on the battlefield for a long time, and his hands were stained with the blood of countless people. The whole person looked like a black bear, making people fearful.
He snorted coldly, and the muscles all over his body trembled, making people worry that he would do something unexpected.
“Zhang Wen, are you dissatisfied with Great Yan? Or is the Chu Kingdom dissatisfied with Great Yan?”
Chu Li-fei calmly poured himself a cup of wine, without even raising his eyelids, but his clear and sweet voice made several people in the hall feel at ease.
Zhang Wen naturally recognized Chu Li-fei. If someone else said this, he would naturally be unconvinced, but it was Chu Li-fei who said this.
In the past, when the Chu Kingdom fought with the Great Yan, he, as a general, had also fought with Chu Li-fei. But after only one encounter, he understood that he thought it was impossible to defeat him. Chu Li-fei was too powerful, whether it was his own martial arts or his schemes, as long as he was there, it was a fantasy to defeat the Great Yan.
Chu Li-fei deserved the name of victory.
And the long scar on his chest was given by Chu Li-fei. At the beginning, this wound extended from the chest to the abdomen, deep enough to see the bones. That knife almost took his life.
Hearing Chu Li-fei’s voice, the pain brought by that knife was still there yesterday, trembling in his soul.
He immediately extinguished the intention to choke, and knelt down unwillingly according to the etiquette of Great Yan, but the action was still not very standard, but it was much better than before.
Lu Yuan-jing signaled to Li Yun-ping, and then let Zhang Wen and the envoys get up.
But Lu Yuan-jing couldn’t control his eyes from wandering, and finally fell on Chu Li-fei.
His feelings for Chu Li-fei were complicated.
They had grown up together, and even his ability to sit firmly on the throne and be worshiped by everyone was inseparable from Chu Li-fei.
But the more this was the case, the more afraid he became.
Chu Li-fei was too perfect, from family background to appearance, he was impeccable, he could write poems, and he could kill the enemy on the battlefield.
It was as if he should be the real Son of Heaven.
After taking the throne, Lu Yuan-jing naturally understood that there was no such thing as God’s will in the world. It was just the winners and losers who added good names to themselves in order to feel more at ease in taking this position.
Then why couldn’t this Son of Heaven be Chu Li-fei?
The higher he sat, the more afraid he became.
Just now, Zhang Wen didn’t seem to take him, the emperor, seriously, but Chu Li-fei’s faint words made him obedient.
He looked at Chu Li-fei, but the more he felt that the dragon chair under his butt was very hot, making him have to be suspicious.
Lu Yuan-jing looked at Chu Li-fei’s waist.
It was Chu Li-fei’s sword.
On the day he ascended the throne, he gave Chu Li-fei the Shangfang Sword, which could kill the faint king and remove the traitors.
Even he, the emperor, could be killed.
Now, he also began to fear that the sword he had given out would ruthlessly stab him in the future, and would become a nightmare hanging over his head.
Now, he wanted to take it back.
“Chu Qing,” Lu Yuan-jing called, his face expressionless, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.
Chu Li-fei walked forward as ordered.
Lu Yuan-jing stood up from the high dragon chair, which was beyond everyone’s expectations, and walked straight down.
A dark light flashed in Zhang Wen’s eyes, and he exchanged glances with several people behind him.
Lu Mo-chen captured this scene, and he did not speak with a gloomy face, and took a sip of the glass to hide his doubts.
Lu Yuan-jing was in his prime, and he came to Chu Li-fei in a few steps. He wanted to take back his Shangfang Sword and military power, but he did not know how to bring it up for a while.
At this moment, Zhang Wen suddenly drew a dagger from his boots, the light of the blade flashed, and stabbed directly at Lu Yuan-jing.
The several envoys behind him also drew out daggers, and each of them looked well-trained, and it was clear that they were dead soldiers of the Chu Kingdom.
For a moment, everyone fled in all directions, and the entire hall was filled with chaotic footsteps and terrified screams.
Seeing this scene, Li Yun-ping widened his eyes and shouted, “Assassin, there is an assassin! Come and save the emperor—”
Lu Yuan-jing had been living in the imperial palace for a long time, and he had not practiced martial arts for a long time, and he had no reaction in his youth. Therefore, he was stunned in place for a while, his pupils shrinking, and the sharp tip of the knife flashed with cold light, becoming larger and larger in his eyes, and the distance from him was getting closer and closer.
“Puff”, was the sound of the dagger piercing into the flesh and blood.
Lu Yuan-jing closed his eyes subconsciously.
Then there was another “Zheng” sound, Chu Li-fei drew out the long sword from his waist, and with a turn of his hand, he flicked away Zhang Wen’s dagger.
The two quickly entangled together.
The pain in the imagination did not come, and Lu Yuan-jing carefully opened his eyes, only to see an unexpected person.
At the critical moment, it was Lu Mo-chen, the child he had long forgotten, who was blocking in front of him.
And the rest, his favored concubines, the crown prince, etc., were all scattered, those who fled, those who fled.
A few inexplicable melancholy flashed in his heart, and a few pity flashed in his eyes as he looked at the blood stains on Lu Mo-chen’s shoulders.
Lu Mo-chen’s face was pale because of blood loss, and the whole person was also shaky. Lu Yuan-jing hurriedly stepped forward to help him.
Blood gurgled from the wound, and soon a pool of blood flowed to the ground. Lu Yuan-jing took off his cloak and tried to stop the bleeding, but it didn’t help. The blood quickly dyed the black fluff a dark red.
Lu Yuan-jing hurriedly shouted, “The imperial physician, summon the imperial physician—”
At this time, the guards who were originally guarding outside the hall also broke in quickly.
Lu Mo-chen had no strength to stand because of blood loss and exhaustion, and slowly slid down along Lu Yuan-jing’s body and knelt on the ground.
He felt his head getting more and more dizzy, and his vision began to darken and become blurred. He felt a little sleepy, but he still tried to hold himself up, bracing himself up, and his eyes stared straight ahead.
Because in front of him, it was Chu Li-fei.
The reason why he rushed out to block in front of Lu Yuan-jing was only because Chu Li-fei and Lu Yuan-jing were standing too close, and he was afraid that Zhang Wen would accidentally hurt Chu Li-fei.
The person he really wanted to protect was Chu Li-fei.
At this moment, Lu Mo-chen’s mind became more and more blurred, his pupils gradually lost focus, and finally, there was only one figure left in his eyes.
After Chu Li-fei repelled Zhang Wen with a sword, the two confronted each other.
They stared at each other’s every small movement, trying to win the first opportunity.
In the next moment, the two moved together, extremely fast, the sword and the blade collided, making a crisp clang, and for a while, the two were in a stalemate.
The confrontation between the two forces made the dagger quickly pass over the common one, sparking small sparks, Zhang Wen was extremely powerful, and Chu Li-fei only felt that the collision just now shook the tiger’s mouth numb.
Zhang Wen then made a stab, Chu Li-fei used the scabbard to resist, and then with a spin, he distanced himself from Zhang Wen.
Chu Li-fei did not stop this time, and took the opportunity to close the distance again before Zhang Wen could react, pretending to attack his righteous heart, but used Zhang Wen’s dagger as a springboard to jump into the air, lock his throat with both feet, and pierce his heart from behind with a sword.
The silver-white blade directly pierced through Zhang Wen, and the blood slid along the blade all the way to the tip of the sword. Zhang Wen still maintained the appearance of the last moment before his death, with his mouth wide open and his eyes wide open, and his entire face was filled with disbelief.
Finally, he fell straight back.
With a “boom”, the huge body crashed straight to the ground, and the long sword pierced his body again due to the impact of the floor, standing straight.
And Zhang Wen, at this moment, had completely lost his breath, only his round eyes still unwillingly looked at the air.
Seeing that Chu Li-fei was safe and sound, Lu Mo-chen finally couldn’t hold on. A smile appeared on his face, he closed his eyes contentedly, tilted his head, and fell into a familiar embrace that exuded a cold fragrance.
He also heard Chu Li-fei calling his name again as he wished.
Did Imperial Uncle forgive him?
Thinking about it, this would be a good dream…
When Lu Mo-chen opened his eyes again, he found himself standing outside a palace.
Outside, the sun was shining brightly, the sun was hanging high, and the dazzling sunlight made Lu Mo-chen almost unable to open his eyes. He was a little puzzled, what time was it now?
Could it be that he had slept for half a year?
Where was Chu Li-fei?
Lu Mo-chen began to look around, but found himself unexpectedly familiar – it was the QinZheng Hall, the place where he worked after he ascended the throne.
He began to feel anxious, was he back in the past again? What about Chu Li-fei now? Would he be …given to Liu Shuo-yu again…
As soon as he thought of this, he couldn’t help but panic.
Coincidentally, a group of palace people passed by, and Lu Mo-chen stepped forward without saying a word, wanting to ask what was going on now.
“What year is it now?”
But the little palace maid at the head did not pay attention to him, and the group left quickly with their heads down against the wall.
What’s going on?
Lu Mo-chen was a little confused.
He saw a guard not far away again, and hurriedly went to inquire, but the other party also ignored him.
What happened?
Lu Mo-chen said in his heart: Are these people deliberately ignoring him? Or are they completely invisible to themselves?
Generally speaking, if you hear a sound, even if you don’t want to pay attention, you will subconsciously turn your head to look at the source of the sound because the sound suddenly appears. But Lu Mo-chen noticed that those palace people did not have this reaction at all, it was more like he did not exist at all.
In order to verify this guess,