Chapter 56: What Kind of Love and Hatred Can Last Forever?

Under the dark night, Yun Fenghuang pulled Emperor Chunjia, stepped on the water, struggled against the current, and quickly thought of countermeasures.

She made up her mind without long delay, and swam towards shore with her burden.

It was too risky to go any further, the place was a total stranger, and nothing was known of what was going on under the falls. If the water was not deep enough and there were some jagged rocks, even if Yunfenghuang left Chunjia and escaped by himself, the chances of escaping would not be so high under the visibility at night.

It was impossible to stop at the same place, not to mention that her physical strength was already on the verge of being overdrawn, and the assassin behind was going down the river, and it would only take a moment to catch up with her.

So we can only go ashore at risk.

Simply Yun Fenghuang's previous three consecutive kills put a lot of pressure on the remaining two assassins. Their cautiousness slowed down their speed, and with the cover of night, the two sides could not see each other at this moment...

Yun Fenghuang thought about it, and before going ashore, he took off his outer shirt and Chunjia's robe and crown in the water, dived into the bottom of the water, fished out a group of water plants and silt, stuffed them in, and headed towards the waterfall The direction threw it hard!

She judged from the group of suspected corpses that lingered on the edge of the waterfall for a while before disappearing that there should be a raised stone or something that could easily catch large items, so she chose the force and direction of throwing as much as possible, so the group of clothes It was also hung there for a while before being washed down by the rushing water.

but……

Just as Yun Fenghuang expected, the ice silk wormwood woven by ice silkworms looks like a condensed moonlight in the flowing water under the moonlight. It is firmly hooked by the stones at the bottom of the water, and it can't live with the water flow like water plants. Swaggeringly, it seems to be pointing the direction of the waterfall.

"But Wanggong Xiangshi's blessings are not exhausted." Yun Fenghuang bit the tip of his tongue to refresh himself, grabbed the emperor, and tried his best to go ashore quietly without damaging the vegetation along the coast.

Just coming out of the water was a burst of dizziness, followed by a huge sense of weakness, loss of strength, and indescribable exhaustion.

There was darkness in front of her eyes, her feet were weak, if she hadn't held on to the branch next to her in time, she would have almost fallen over.

The emperor, who was originally supported by her, fell directly to the ground.

It didn't take long to ease, Yun Fenghuang's dizziness had not yet disappeared, and he had already resisted pulling the emperor up, and went upstream with a deep kick and a shallow kick.

Because she didn't know whether the formation of suspicious soldiers that had been hastily deployed would be effective, she didn't dare to stay too far from the water.

After all, after leaving the river beside him, Yun Fenghuang had no chance of winning.

It's just that she still overestimated her current state after all—it was only a hundred steps away, and she was forced to stop by a rush of heart palpitations, and temporarily found a bush to hide for herself and the emperor, and sat down to recover her strength.

At this time, there was no way to pay attention, both of them lost too much body temperature in the river, Yun Fenghuang hugged the emperor in his arms to keep each other warm, the coldness of the tentacles made her subconsciously recall some very bad memories.

For example, Xie Fenghuan's body after soaking in a pig cage.

According to the rules, those who have been cleaned up will die without a place to bury them, that is, they cannot be buried normally, and they must be allowed to sink under the water and be eaten by fish and insects as a punishment, and it is also a warning to the world.

The climate in the north is cold, and Xie Fenghuan was soaked in a pig cage in the beginning of spring. The water was bitingly cold. If there were no accidents, she would stay in that remote pond for a long, long time.

Yun Fenghuang went to see her once in a while.

Xie Fenghuan personally made the shark skin water cushion for her before she was alive. It is made of high-quality materials, and it sticks to her body like her own skin. At first she was able to dive smoothly only by holding the stones, but after seeing through the pig cage for a long time, she had to surface.

It is probably because the water is too cold to stimulate the potential, and after a few times, he is very proficient. He can stay under the water for a while, and even try to break open the pig cage to touch Xie Fenghuan's cheek.

Just like when the two sisters were in the boudoir when they were young, every time Xie Fenghuan made a dress for her, combed her hair, and pulled it to the front for details, she would smile and touch her cheek.

At that moment, my sister's hands were soft and warm.

It's not as cold, stiff and lifeless as it was at the bottom of the water.

After all, Chunjia was not dead yet, and not long after she got close to Yunfenghuang, she gradually warmed up.

Even a little too warm.

Yun Fenghuang noticed it, and reached out to touch his forehead, not surprisingly, he found that he had a fever.

If this situation continues into the water, the emperor probably won't be able to survive it, right?

But then again, if she was forced to go into the water again, she might not even be able to float up.

...No matter how you look at it, it is a dead end.

Yun Fenghuang calmed down instead.

After a while, the assassin found the concubine who was only wearing a middle coat and had loose long hair under the tree by the water.

No one spoke, and without the slightest hesitation, one of them raised a knife and slashed at Yun Fenghuang's neck, while the other showed a delicate crossbow arrow with his backhand. While walking in the distance, he kept paying attention to whether there was anything around him. trap?

After all, the loss in the river just a moment ago taught them enough lessons, and they dared not look at this delicate concubine with the attitude of ordinary women.

Yun Fenghuang sat under the tree, closed his eyes, seemed to be in a coma or a deep sleep, but at the moment when the blade was about to approach him, he suddenly rolled out, avoiding the fatal blow!

It's just that this almost exhausted her strength, so that she was lying on the ground, and she couldn't support herself with one arm.

So the next moment, the icy cold blade was already pressed against her throat, and the assassin's face could not be seen under the cover of the face scarf. She only heard a hoarse voice asking without any emotion: "Where is Your Majesty?"

"On the other side." Yun Fenghuang's blunt answer stunned the two of them, and without waiting for them to make a move, he said, "It may be in the river, it may be near here, or it may be in the place you are chasing. The opposite direction...is more likely to be near where you first spotted us...you guess?"

The blade cut into the skin in an instant, and cut an inch-long gash on the side of the neck that was soaked in river water. Warm blood slid down, and the assassin said in a low voice, "Your Majesty is precious, so you probably don't want to feel the pain of us lowly people." means!"

Yun Fenghuang smiled, opened his mouth slightly, and seemed to answer something, but when the two assassins were listening attentively, they suddenly slammed into the edge of the blade!

They were right, she grew up in fine clothes and fine clothes, and she basically couldn't stand torture, even if she could, she couldn't live left and right, why should she have to suffer?

In fact, when she quietly dived into the water to see Xie Fenghuan, she felt that life seemed meaningless.

It's just that there was still Qi Jiulu at that time.

There was also Jiang's heart-rending cry of "You are the only daughter for my mother" when he hugged her tremblingly and asked her to promise not to see Xie Fenghuan again.

There is also the letter from Aunt Xie who vowed that Dijing is different from Beidi, and she would regret it if she didn't come to see it.

So she drove away Qi Jiulu on Peacock Slope, and went to the Imperial Capital according to the family's arrangement.

She worked very hard to get used to living under others, tried hard to cover up her nature, tried hard to reconcile the relationship between her aunt and cousins, tried hard to get praise from everyone, tried hard to lower her figure to please Yun Qingman, tried hard to integrate into the new circle, Trying hard to accept someone other than Qi Jiulu as her husband...

Although privately thinking that the candidates recommended by Mrs. Xie's painstaking efforts are actually not as good as Qi Jiulu, although every time I think of Qi Jiulu, I think of the Northland where it is difficult to go back, and I think of that spring snowy sky with a group of sisters of the same race who were driven to the pond to watch Xie Fenghuan bathe. The pig cage... and those days when I went out for various reasons, diving down alone to see her sister who would never respond to her, there was indescribable pain.

But at least she is like any ordinary lady, marrying a well-connected and honest husband-in-law, raising children and living a peaceful life, Jiang Shi will feel relieved, and Xie Shi can also breathe a sigh of relief.

This world is mediocre, what qualifications do you have to ask for everything to go well?

At that time, Yun Fenghuang thought, since it is impossible to be perfect and comfort her relatives, maybe Mrs. Xie did not raise her in vain.

She has accepted the accident.

But she didn't expect that fate would treat her too much.

From the day he heard the news of entering the palace, Yun Fenghuang felt that he might not die in this life.

She compromised so much that she was almost not herself anymore, but she still couldn't escape God's will.

Then why continue to wrong yourself?

It was rumored in the imperial concubine that the newly promoted concubine had a deep mind and extraordinary skills. In fact, as long as Yun Fenghuang knew it, what she told Nian Xuan was the truth—she really didn't want to live anymore.

The sudden and heart-wrenching disaster, followed by the unpredictability that cannot be changed even with hard work, and after that... after that, Yun Fenghuang is already tired.

What are you thinking about in the future?

The moment is already boring.

In the sadness at this moment, I can't think about the happiness in the future, and I don't want to think about whether I want it or not. I only wish to say goodbye to this world forever, never to meet again, never to meet again.

It's just that Yun Fenghuang really doesn't have the sympathy for people who are dying, what she thinks is that I don't plan to live a long life, so before I really end myself, who will make me unhappy? Let someone double the unhappiness ten times and a hundred times!

And tonight's pursuit and counter-kill, and finally being desperate, aroused her quiet tiredness and depression that she had concealed these days.

"No matter how tired Chunjia is of this palace, for the sake of fame, I guess she will give some compensation to Mrs. Xie?" Yun Fenghuang looked at the sharp edge that was about to slit his throat, and thought calmly, "And when Qi Jiulu learned of my death, I am determined not to let Chao Jingyou go...so, I have no regrets."

Her mother, Jiang Shi, should experience heart-piercing grief again, but her nieces have also grown up.

Of course, granddaughters are not related to daughters, but the Jiang family still has sons.

Her compatriots and elder brothers are all filial, and they will definitely try their best to comfort the Jiang family... Perhaps the pain of losing a daughter one after another cannot be solved by the comfort of her sons, but time is like running water, and no matter how deep the wound is, there will be a day when the scab will heal .

After that, even if I think about it every time, it still hurts my bone marrow, but the blood and pus have been stopped.

That's affordable.

After all, a hundred years of life is just a hasty meeting with this world, so what kind of love and hatred can last forever?

With the sharp blade approaching, she only had relief and relief on her face.

——At this moment, like the moonlight suddenly shone in the dark forest, a little bit of cold light shone like a star, and at the same time, two muffled groans sounded almost at the same time!

Yun Fenghuang was thrown into the air, and when he was stunned, he subconsciously followed the prestige, and saw a figure in only a middle coat, just like her, quietly walking out of the dim forest.

A part of the lush branches and leaves above his head happened to be missing, so a frosty moonlight fell, which just illuminated his face.

Chunjia's face was still pale, even her lips were bloodless, her eyebrows and eyelashes cast thick shadows under the moonlight, and her starry eyes became brighter, brighter and sharper, like an unsheathed sword, with a sharpness that was completely different from usual.

He held a thin sword that came from nowhere in his hand, and the tip of the sword was ticking, as if the dew of the third watch was falling, and the bloody atmosphere around him quickly faded away under the blowing of the night wind and running water.

She looked at him, and he looked at her.