When Xuan Ji was furious, Hua Mian was far away in Shangguan Yaoyang's bedroom and watched the madman. I heard that a few days ago, Shangguan Yaoyang suddenly became blind all night. Unfortunately, the madman lacked one arm and was extremely strong. He was not as angry as before. The inner hall of the bedroom was full of broken porcelain bowls and soups...

When Huamian stepped in, the strong smell of medicine came into his nose. It was already spring, and there were still several charcoal braziers burning in Shangguan Yaoyang's bedroom.

...If you don't know, you thought this guy was going to commit suicide by burning charcoal.

Hua Mian entered the room and was so hot that she took off her cloak. She glanced at the cusp of the palace maids, all standing outside the door, trembling, and seeing her was like seeing a savior.

"Why are you angry at them?" Hua Mian lifted the curtain and walked into the inner hall. "The imperial doctor said, you are so angry that you can't see it-"

Change your bad temper and maybe you can rebuild the light tomorrow.

She thought sarcastically in her heart, swallowing the second half of the sentence back into her stomach - Shangguan Yaoyang's condition in front of her was really not good, her hair was messy, and her strong muscles were also a little distorted because of the bedtime period. The white underwear was covered with dry brown medicine juice... At this moment, he turned his back to Hua Mian and leaned against the window.

Huamian looked at him slowly turning around—

The gaze without focal length suddenly paused when he was sweeping her... Then the madman suddenly stood up and rushed to Hua Mian a few steps. He held her arm with his hands like iron cob. He widened his eyes: "Witch! Why are you here!"

Hua Mian was sore that she was pulled by him, and she frowned fiercely, and was about to speak, but at this time he suddenly threw her arm away: "Auntie! I beg you! Can you not always pester me? I don't remember the past. There are injustice and debts. You have to settle the accounts, at least wait until I remember it before you can settle the accounts-"

He said, and then his nerves were panicked and he suddenly stepped back: "What! I was not satisfied with chopping one hand. Now you still want to collect the other hand! You witch is so vicious - someone to protect you!"

Hua Mian was silent and watched him perform.

Seeing Shangguan Yaoyang retreating all the way back to the window, the horror on his face suddenly changed again, frozen on a strange expression, and he trembled and touched his empty sleeves...

"Witch, I had a dream a few days ago. I dreamed that you were dead."

His voice trembled a little, and he curled the corners of his lips again-

"I'm very happy, I feel finally free."

The sound was at the end and suddenly tightened, and then the whole room became quiet. Outside, there was only the light sound of the breeze and drizzle slapping on the window, mixed with the faint fragrance of flowers and the clear and fishy soil brought by the tender buds to break into the soil.

Hua Mian stood beside him with her hands hanging down, and saw that his eyes were completely unfocused and looked in the direction she was in. She didn't speak, but just looked at him coldly-

Even if the demon lock tower is damn.

But in this matter, Hua Mian suddenly felt emotional and felt somewhat empathetic about what she had encountered... It was nothing more than a vulgar story about a naturally superior artifact that was not well-informed in the world and unfortunately encountered a scumbag.

The script is the same.

Thinking of this, Hua Mian was a little impatient and glanced at Shangguan Yaoyang. He saw that he had sat back to the window. The drizzle drizzled in the open window blew the hair on his forehead... His eyes swept over the corner of his slightly raised lips, and Hua Mian felt even more disgusted. Just as he looked at it, he had not died yet, so he turned around and wanted to leave and go back and report to the person truthfully... However, the moment she turned around, the extremely clear and gentle voice of the man behind him suddenly rang out-

"Chanling, what's the weather outside today?"

Hua Mian was stunned, paused, and turned around.

But he saw that the crazy smile on his lips had become very quiet. He lowered his eyes, as if he was chatting with someone...

Hua Mian tilted her head and hesitated and asked: "Who is Qianling?"

Shangguan Yaoyang seemed to have not heard her words, but said to himself: "I smelled the air a little wet, it was probably raining outside... Qianling, go and close the tower window for me. The top of the demon lock tower looked like a single private room. It was in spring rain. It was really wet. When I went to bed at night, the bedding was so wet that it seemed to be sleeping on the bed."

“…”

Hua Mian closed her mouth.

She stared at Shangguan Yaoyang tightly, and saw that his expression suddenly turned into another person, noble and lazy...it was a bit creepy.

But he was like chatting, as if he couldn't feel Hua Mian's gaze and said to himself: "In such a cold weather, you should warm a pot of good wine, and fold a new willow bud on the table, which is considered elegant-"

He said and laughed.

The laughter gradually weakened from loudness until it disappeared, and he returned to his expressionless look, leaned back, leaning against the window, half-dumbling, as if he was trapped in infinite contemplation.

Hua Mian bounced her fingertips on both sides: "So she has a name, too."

Shangguan Yaoyang moved, thought for a while and said indifferently: "She is indeed dead, isn't she?"

Hua Mian nodded, and then thought that Shangguan Yaoyang might not be able to see it, so he said softly: "Yi Xuanji's sword penetrated his chest and dispersed his soul, and he will definitely not be able to survive."

Shangguan Yaoyang said "Oh", Hua Mian looked at the man leaning against the window in front of him, and suddenly remembered that he had often heard stories about the demon lock tower in the past. For some reason, the story today seemed to have a sense of picture-

In a certain year, the spring rain was hazy, an ancient tower stood in a desolate area, the girl was barefoot, and the bells on her feet made a crisp sound, like the sound of shackles in prison... She walked up the dim hanging ladder, and finally stopped in front of a half-covered door. Her eyes were slightly bright, and her eyes were stained with light. She raised her hand and pushed open the door, and penetrated half of her head. The sound rang like a silver bell: [Big monster, it's raining outside, what are you booming here... Guess what I brought you, stubborn - a pot of signature plum wine in the inn in the town and the tender willow branches that were folded on the way back!]

——A click.

The sound of the window locking brings Hua Mian's thoughts back. She blinked and watched Shangguan Yaoyang get up, accurately supporting the window with half of her body, stretching out the remaining arm to close the window, locking the window, locking the window, locking the moist and cool outside the window.

When he sat back to the window, half of his arm was wet with rain and some water stains.

"If there is a next life..."

"Your Highness, I have heard an interesting story about the prince. It is said that his prince was a monster of cultivation for ten thousand years in his previous life, and he was about to ascend to the immortal class. This reincarnation is just a tribulation before ascension..." Hua Mian interrupted him calmly, "What's more, even if there is a next life, her wish will probably be, and she will never meet you again."

"..." Shangguan Yaoyang was stunned for a moment, disappeared in an instant, and then laughed, "That's right! People like me--"

Amid the laughter, Hua Mian turned around and left. As soon as her front feet stepped out of the threshold of the hall, the screams of the palace maids came from inside, accompanied by a strong smell of blood coming to his nose... It was Shangguan Yaoyang who vomited a mouthful of blood and kicked his legs away.

There was a strife in the main hall, and Hua Mian had to turn around and return to the hall to handle the funeral after Shangguan Yaoyang-

The sky seemed to have become even more gloomy and rainy, but there was nothing that the gods should have when they ascended...

Instead, it makes people feel very depressed.

Hua Mian was quite strange at this time. Although Shangguan Yaoyang and Shangguan Yuxing were not born to the same mother, they were at least the same father. If Yi Xuanji really abdicated in the future, Shangguan Yaoyang would be her only backer...

At this time, she didn't even look at it?

...

Later, when Hua Mian heard that Xuan Ji had a big temper in the imperial study, it was already dusk.

Why did the man suddenly become furious when he was so quiet and obedient and never said anything when he was about to die? It seemed that everyone was quite tacit and kept silent. It was naturally unknown whether Hua Mian was locked in the Yulin Guard Mansion.

She only knew that after Hao Yixiang got back from work that day, she sighed thirty-six times to her face during dinner, twenty-four times were so meaningful that it was difficult for people to hear it.

………………………So she hates sitting with others for dinner.

He picked up the bowl and found a corner to pick up the rice. After a while, someone came to inform her that she would go to Zhujian Pavilion.

Hua Mian put down the bowl and wiped her mouth, and finally remembered the old ministers who forced Xuan Ji to cast the real sword sheath into the dragon chaise these days... At this time, he was called to the sword bench, and it seemed that he had a choice in his heart.

At this time, Hua Mian felt calm and could not help but sigh that the men in the world were really contradictory, with great achievements in the world, and were determined to do something earth-shaking... like Shangguan Yaoyang, like Yi Xuanji.

But he had to get drunk again in the gentle world, and he wanted to grab both hands, but refused to let go of both hands, and hardened his mouth. In the end, he caused himself to be covered in wounds, trapped by love, and died for love-

Why is this going?

I don’t know if Yi Xuanji would regret it like Shangguan Yaoyang when he was using his body to melt the weapon, and then he followed him to the crane with blood... Then it would be lively. One night, he died with the current emperor and the next emperor. This huge summer would not be in chaos?

In Hao Yixiang's hesitant and want to speak but stop, Hua Mian had the intention to think about it. Perhaps it was the matter of Shangguan Yaoyang during the day that she touched her.

Shangguan Yaoyang is dead. If the Demon Locking Tower knew about this, would there be some comfort in his heart under the underworld and in the eighteen levels of hell?

... Putting herself in her shoes, she seems to be standing at the same intersection as she was standing at the beginning. Hua Mian thought, maybe there is no such thing?

After all, this is not a debt that can be clearly revealed by losing one life.

“…The Lord has an order, let’s go.”

Scratching his head, Hua Mian gave Hao Yixiang a comforting look, who seemed to want to stop him. He was a good person, very honest, and just right with the same honest Qingque.

Following the waiter who came to greet him, he walked out and walked towards Zhujian Pavilion on the wet bluestone slabs, leading the way without saying a word. Hua Mian felt that even if he was walking on the Huangquan Road, no matter how quiet it was, it would be like this-

It was already the time when the lights were turned off in the palace, but the lights in the Zhujian Pavilion were brightly lit, just like daytime.

Hua Mian took a deep breath, held the waist sign on his waist, and greeted him. When the palace servants dispersed, she pushed open the door of Zhujian Pavilion, but did not see Yi Xuanji inside, but saw Shangguan Yuxing standing there with a group of palace maids and guards holding a folding fan in his hand...

"Ai?"

Hua Mian frowned slightly, and suddenly felt a little confused.

...It was probably because he was so sad that Yi Xuanji was too stupid, so no matter how stupid he was, he would not let this woman send her away. They were not so worried. Even if he wanted her to die, he would give her a pleasure-

Instead of finding an inexplicable woman to anger her to death.

"Is there something wrong?" Hua Mian hesitated and asked.

"Will you kneel down when you see me?" Shangguan Yuxing smiled, raised his hand and held the jade hairpin, "Forget it, what am I going to care about with a rough character like you with unknown origin..."

Hua Mian looked at her with an awkward look on her face, listening to her lyrics of various palace fighting lines she had seen.

"I know you are the sword sheath of no return," Shangguan Yuxing raised his jaw. "Recently, there have been many rumors in the imperial city. The fact that the dragon chair collapsed was a disaster, but it became a capital for a villain to spread rumors and cause trouble... The emperor was worried about this, and the dragon body was not safe. This palace is extremely civil servant. As a wife, we naturally need to share the worries for you. I will be the one who speaks the word of the emperor and invite you to come..."

Shangguan Yuxing turned to the smelting furnace.

There were blazing flames inside.

At the same time, the moment she turned her back, the group of palace maids and guards surrounded her. At this time, Hua Mian finally realized something was wrong and shouted in her heart that she was still too young, so she was not as obedient as she came. She struggled hard and shouted out the standard lines of female supporting roles in the TV series—

"Let him tell me by himself!"

Shangguan Yuxing laughed sharply, and his pretty face was distorted by hatred!

"What do you say!" Shangguan Yuxing's paper fan shook lightly, "I thought, you would either be buried in the underworld of the Sky Locking Demon Tower, but although you regretted it, he would gradually forget it within three to five years; or even if you survive by chance, be saved by him and return to the imperial city, the broken dragon throne, the pressure of the tragic disaster on the island of Futu Island to save you will make him awake-"

Hua Mian was slightly stunned while struggling, and keenly captured some important amount of information: "It's you..."

Shangguan Yuxing closed the fan with a "slap": "The hatred in the Demon Locking Tower has lost its wisdom. I just need to deceive her. Shangguan Yaoyang in the first team to move to the palace. She will go... As for the demon army imprisoned in the Demon Locking Tower, the demon army will break through the seal due to the death of the Demon Locking Tower. If you can make the Lord awake and transform into a generation of wise kings, what are the small sacrifices on Futu Island--"

"Are you crazy?" Hua Mian widened her eyes, unable to believe her ears. Her soft and gentle voices in the past became a little sharp. "What is 'little sacrifice'? You lured the demon tower to the sky, not even your mother and brother--"

"Palm and mouth."
To be continued...