Mu Liang pushed Yelv Zongxiao three steps away from him, but Yelv Zongxiao felt that these three steps had completely cut off all connections between them.

Mu Liang raised his hand and patted her clothes coldly, as if to wipe away all the traces he had left on her clothes.

"Yelu Zongxiao, if you suddenly turned into a mad dog and bit people, just to ask me about the incident just now, then I can tell you for sure! Never! Never! Did you hear me clearly?"

Mu Liang's tone was cold and ruthless. Yelv Zongxiao's body trembled inadvertently, and his hoarse voice sounded again,

“Really not??”

His voice was accompanied by the sound of thunder. A moment ago, the sky was filled with red clouds. At this moment, there were already dark clouds and strong winds.

In the small courtyard, the strong wind picked up the corners of each other's robes, flying and swirling in the wind. Dark clouds blocked all the light, and thunder rolled across the sky. Yelu Zongxiao looked at Mu Liang's flawless face. At this moment, everyone

All his hopes were condensed there. It was obviously a hopeless bubble, but he didn't want the bubble to break, so he stubbornly froze it, thinking that this way it could exist forever.

What accompanied him to turn around and leave was not Mu Liang's insistence to stay, but the downpour of rain.

The raindrops hit his back and cheeks hard, and his figure rushed into the rainy night and disappeared.

In the yard, Mu Liang raised his head and glanced at the umbrella above his head. Feifeng was holding the umbrella and stood beside her, looking at her carefully.

"Miss Fourth, it's raining heavily, please go back to the house."

"Yeah" Mu Liang nodded, and the next moment he seemed to casually ask Feifeng,

"Eight years ago at Feidu Mountain, I disappeared for a month. From now on, no one is allowed to mention it, do you understand?"

The faint voice was cold and calm, but there was a sharp aura in it. Feifeng nodded intelligently, knowing that he would tell Bao'er and Lao Li later that this matter should not be revealed.

Mu Liang nodded, walked into the room and asked Feifeng to go out.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, but I didn't have any appetite for this night in Mu Liang. I sat quietly on the Xiang Fei chair by the window, feeling the love and hatred this woman with her original body had for Yelv Zongxiao.

…

That night, Tianjiao Mansion

Zi Qian almost exhausted all his strength, but still couldn't catch up with Yelu Zongxiao.

Seeing Yelv Zongxiao galloping all the way on his white horse, Zi Qian followed closely behind, but he was still thrown away by Yelv Zongxiao after turning a few corners. Zi Qian used all the guards in the capital to look for Yelv Zongxiao, but he could not enter the palace.

Reporting to the Liao Emperor that he knew about it, he could only search for it secretly

It's raining heavily, and it's becoming more and more difficult to find someone, not to mention a master who is superior to them in martial arts.

In Tianjiao Mansion, Lan Ying hurriedly walked back and forth in the main hall, with tears in her eyes, and the silk handkerchief in her hand was tangled up. As soon as she heard the footsteps, Lan Ying hurriedly turned back, but she came back in vain.

"Ziqian, please rest for a while, I'll take someone out to look for him again." Lan Ying saw that Zi Qian was soaked all over, so she couldn't embarrass him anymore. After all, Zi Qian was now the most popular person in front of Yelu Zongxiao. Lan Ying said to

This young guard, who is young but has a deep palace, also has a lot to please and does not dare to treat him lightly.

Zi Qian frowned and shook his head, and said in a deep voice, "Aunt, no need, I'll make arrangements when I get back and go look for him again. It's raining heavily outside, and I can't see anything from a foot away. I've gone wherever the master can go, or...

let me……"

"God! Your Highness!! What are you..."

Following Lan Ying's exclamation, a man walked in from outside the hall. His whole body was soaked by the rain. His black hair was stuck to his temples and cheeks. His handsome face was pale and dull at the moment. His sapphire blue brocade robe had been stained.

It's so stained with mud that it's original appearance can't be seen

Lan Ying looked at Yelu Zongxiao who walked in in surprise. She really couldn't connect the man in front of her with the clear, windy, gentle and noble Third Highness in the past.

Yelu Zongxiao grabbed his cloak in his hand. The cloak was crumpled into a ball and held in his hand. It seemed that something was wrapped in it. His whole body seemed... that is, the part of the cloak held in the palm of his hand had not been soaked by the rain.

"Your Highness" Zi Qian was also shocked when he saw Yelu Zongxiao looking like this.

But Yelv Zongxiao seemed to have not heard what the two of them said at this moment. He walked in on his own, with dirty muddy water dripping from all over his body. His pupils slowly drooped, the blood color coefficient in his eyes was blocked, and the tip of his nose dripped.

A drop of rainwater fell to the ground with a splash. In a short time, a puddle of rainwater accumulated where he stood, and a long trail of water was left where he walked in.

Seeing this, Lan Ying walked up to him distressedly and wanted to take the cloak from his hands. The next moment, Yelu Zongxiao suddenly raised his hand and pushed Lan Ying away.

Lan Ying couldn't stand firmly, her feet slipped, and she stepped on the water mark left by Yelu Zongxiao just now, and she fell hard to the ground.

"Your Highness..." Lan Ying raised her head and looked at Yelu Zongxiao sadly.

A moment ago, Yelu Zongxiao was like a beast that had been wounded by someone. He suddenly jumped up and wanted to kill the person who invaded his territory. Even if the person who came was someone who completely surrendered to him, he would not hesitate to take action.

attack

At this moment, what represents his wound is the dirty cloak in his hand. To be precise, the thing inside the cloak is the most critical factor that caused all this.

Zi Qian helped Lan Ying up from the ground and lowered her voice and said,

"Auntie, please step aside first. You Ziqian is here! Don't offend His Highness again." Zi Qiangui is the most popular person around Yelv Zongxiao. As long as Yelu Zongxiao doesn't speak, his words will be equivalent to Yelu Zongxiao's golden words.

Lan Ying panicked to hide the embarrassment and pain on her face, forced out a bitter smile, and said in a hoarse voice,

"I'm sorry for you, please take care of His Highness. I'll go down and make a pot of ginger soup. I also have the clothes that Your Highness wants to change. I'll put them all in the study. I'm sorry for you." After Lan Ying finished speaking, her steps staggered.

When I walked out of the hall and turned my back to Yelu Zongxiao, I burst into tears.

At this time, Yelu Zongxiao slowly sat on the Taishi chair, lowered his eyes, and let the raindrops fall on his body.

"Your Highness, please change your clothes first," Ziqian said softly.

Yelu Zongxiao was slightly startled, and then he unfolded the sapphire blue cloak in his palm. Only the small area of ​​the huge cloak in his palm was dry, and no rainwater had soaked it.

In that dry corner, what was wrapped inside was the letter written by Mu Liang to him. It was intact and had not been wetted by the rain.

Rao Shizi, who had always been calm and composed, was also in an uncontrollable state of shock at this moment.

Yelu Zongxiao was missing for three hours on a rainy night. He was soaked all over. Even the beautiful horse under his hip was missing. No one knew where he went and what he did, but he just wrote Mu Liang to him.

This letter was kept intact. It didn’t even get wet under such a heavy rain.

Ziqian really couldn't imagine that it was raining so heavily outside, the strong wind was blowing everything, and the whole sky in Kyoto had changed. How could His Highness walk back all the way holding this letter and wrapping it in his own cloak?

This letter was written to him by Nalan Muliang? But wasn't every word in this letter full of curses on him?

How could a word of romance torture His Highness so miserably?

"Ziqian, I like her so much, is she really not willing to give me another chance? The position of royal concubine, eight-carriage sedan chair, ten miles of flowers paving the road, and unchanging promises for life and eternity are what many women dream of.

, even a woman like Yu Fu would probably shed tears of excitement when she heard all this, but she... would not be moved at all."

"But if I really like her, is it really impossible for us to be together?"

Yelv Zongxiao spoke in a hoarse voice. These words seemed to be spoken to Zi Qian, but weren't every word and every word the truest voice in his heart?

He held the letter tightly in his hand, his pupils condensed with autumn frost, and he sat there quietly, with a sad expression and empty eyes, meaningless and heartbreaking.

"Your Highness, you will still have a chance to find a woman like the Fourth Miss. There is no other woman in the whole Bei Liao. If you can easily win her heart, then she will be no different from other women. Your Highness, you have to take care of yourself."

"The body is"

Ziqian said, bent down and gently picked up the cloak on the ground, turned around and silently exited the hall.

At this moment, he knew very well that Yelv Zongxiao needed a separate space to think about everything next. It was just Yelu Zongxiao who looked like this now, which really worried and shocked Ziqian.

A word about romance, but when Yelu Zongxiao was about to turn around, he was deeply hurt.

If he hadn't gone to the General's Mansion in person to deal with wedding matters that day, if he hadn't run into Nalan Muliang who was causing a scene in the General's Mansion, and if he hadn't been irritated by her using pollen to sneeze on the camellias, he wouldn't have looked at her differently, let alone

I won’t always want to know everything about her after that, everything together... maybe it won’t be what it is now!

But in this world, there will never be what if

After Zi Qian left the hall, Yelu Zongxiao held the letter tightly in his hand and slid down from the chair weakly. He squatted on the ground, curled up, the rain on his body was still dripping slowly, but only in his hand

That letter is always safe

In the eyes of the world, the Third Highness Yelv Zongxiao, who is gentle, clear, noble and elegant, at this moment, all the defenses around him returned to their original state.

He folded his arms and squatted there, the letter in his hand gradually blurred in front of his eyes.

"It's not you after all... But I just feel that it's you... Eight years ago, I identified it as Yu Fu, but now I can't accept the fact that it's not you... I'm not a half-hearted person. I can only say that your power is too powerful, so

I can no longer believe my eyes or my heart..."

"Na, Lan, Mu, Liang, who should I believe?"

Yelu Zongxiao murmured, his voice gradually lowered to silence.

…

Three days later, a slow-moving team suddenly appeared on the official road hundreds of miles away from Kyoto in the Northern Liao Dynasty. Purple gold jade chariots, gold medals, hundreds of fully armed silver-faced guards clearing the way, and three hundred young girls surrounding the jade chariots.

All around, the fragrance of flowers is constantly sprinkled along the way. Wherever you pass, the fragrance is pleasant and the flowers are gorgeous.

Although I have never seen any inscriptions on the plaque, the dress and pomp are most likely from the royal guard of honor of the ancient Persian kingdom.

The ancient kingdom of Persia respected all flowers and plants. The Persian saint king would always travel in a purple, gold and jade chariot, accompanied by gold medals. The Persian girl had a voluptuous figure and a wild temperament. This is also consistent with the honor guard that appeared on the official road.

It's just that this honor guard seemed to appear out of thin air, without any warning before, as if it fell from the sky, shocking the entire Bei Liao.

The art of witchcraft was once popular in the ancient kingdom of Persia, and it was rumored that the Persian Saint King knew how to move the air and replace it with the air. This time he appeared out of thin air on the official road hundreds of miles away, which not only shocked everyone in the Northern Liao Dynasty, but also did not say no.

common sense

But for Bei Liao, which was famous for its iron-blooded secret guards from neighboring countries, this was undoubtedly a slap in the face of the Liao Emperor.

Before this, no one in the entire Northern Liao knew how this Persian honor guard appeared! The Emperor of Liao was shameless, but he wanted to see the true face of the Persian Holy King with his own eyes. On the Golden Palace of the Liao Emperor, there was a Tuobo Kun

Yelu Zongxiao accompanied him out of the city to greet him.

The Emperor of Liao sat on a pure gold and jade chariot gilded on eight sides. On the left was Tuobo Kun, who was riding a black war horse and wearing a black gold brocade robe with a cold and stern face.

Tuobo Kun wears a slim black gold robe, black gold deerskin boots, and an obsidian ring belt around his waist. The collar and cuffs of the robe are embroidered with gold dark patterns and auspicious clouds, which accentuates his unparalleled facial features.

A noble experience

His dark eyes were deep and serene, and a cold air flashed through his eyes. His movements were full of domineering owl, and he was so majestic that the people who knelt down to greet him wanted to get closer, but they were afraid of the cold and domineering aura and felt awe in their hearts.

The young girl didn't dare to make a mistake, but when she saw his cold and calm facial features, her heart was pounding, but she knew that such a man could only be the son of a dragon in the sky.

The world's most beautiful and majestic man, but he is uniquely cold-faced and incomprehensible to amorous feelings. In front of any woman, he will deliberately release his ruthless determination not to let her enter!

He doesn't understand what it means to cherish a woman's beauty, let alone the warm fragrance of soft jade. In the hearts of thousands of girls, he exists like the God of War, but they alone dare not think about it in their hearts.
Chapter completed!