Happy Rain on a Spring Night (1)
Tang Xixu stretched out his hand to feel the long-lost sunlight. The young man raised his eyes and the morning light was warm and dazzling.
"From now on, there is no more Tang Xixu in the world, no wandering traveler Tan Miao, only the lord of Buhuo City, Wen Zhao." Tang Xixu's eyes were firm and cold.
Tang Xixu died quietly, no one was happy or sad for him, Qu Yi also became silent, and later no one knew where he and Qu Xiang went.
Because of his meritorious service in investigating the case and helping His Majesty to clean up the court, Yuwen Xin was soon named Prince An and granted an independent palace.
Xu Ning "wandered" for a month or two, and toured the entire capital, but still did not hear the voice of the system.
After some time, Xu Ning met Zui Shengchi in the osmanthus forest.
Zui Shengchi was lying on a tree with his hands on the pillow, snoring. The sound was so loud that the osmanthus flowers on the tree were about to fall.
Xu Ning found a piece of grass and tickled the old man's nose. Zui Shengchi sniffed and rubbed it.
"Master, I thought you had ascended to become an immortal." Xu Ning pulled the drunk old man's long hair.
"Which little one is…" Zui Shengchi jumped down from the tree. Still half asleep, he looked at Xu Ning and started to laugh again. "You naughty little kid, my hair is very precious. You can't afford to pay for it if it's damaged."
Xu Ning withdrew his hand and gently patted Zui Shengchi's back. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You said last time that you would teach me martial arts, do you still mean it?"
Zui Shengchi is the most trustworthy person. Xu Ning learned all the moves from him and felt in his heart: the teachings of a famous teacher are all practical information, awesome!
"Okay, I have taught you everything I should and shouldn't teach you these days. The rest is up to you to figure out on your own." Zui Shengchi left after teaching the last move. Xu Ning didn't even see his figure, but only heard the old man's voice.
Xu Ning had indeed made a lot of progress in the past few days, but he was still one step away from reaching the Great Heaven. Zui Shengchi always held his forehead and sighed: "Don't say you are my disciple when you go out, especially when you are defeated."
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The Lord of Buhuo City, Qian Yu Ci Ming, wiped out the Southern Sect overnight, tearing its members to pieces. A passing knight saw a young man in a dark blue robe, wearing a silver-striped mask, his mouth full of blood, kicking the Southern Sect leader in the forehead. Several piles of firewood were burning nearby, but a closer look revealed a pile of human bones.
It was a dark night. Tang Xixu repeatedly stepped on Wen Liang's face. The face beneath the silver-patterned mask was breathtakingly beautiful. Her lips were as red as if smeared with blood. She smiled wildly. The young man lowered his eyes and looked at the person on the ground with a playful expression: "You didn't expect it, did you? I'm not dead."
Wen Liang's face was pressed tightly against the ground, he gritted his teeth, and tried to resist but was pinned down.
"Do you know why I didn't kill you?"
Wen Liang was speechless.
"Have you ever seen a moth? I just want to break its wings, so that it can't fly, and watch it struggle to death. Then I will tear off its legs bit by bit, and wait for it to gradually take every breath before it dies." Tang Xixu raised the corner of his lips, and his whole body revealed an evil aura, as if he could eat someone alive at any moment.
The silver spear flashed silver in the dark night, "Ah!" A broken arm flew into the air, and the white tip of the spear was splashed with blood.
"Do you think you can avenge yourself by killing me?" Wen Liang's breath was fading away. "Without the grace of His Majesty, how could I have done it so smoothly?"
Tang Xixu was stunned, his face full of disbelief.
"It's not your father I want to kill, it's His Majesty! So what if we're as close as brothers? If the Emperor wants you dead, you must die, even if you're a loyal minister."
Tang Xixu's feet loosened a little, allowing Wen Liang to catch his breath. "The soldiers on the front line are from the Mo family army. Their surname is Mo, not Yuwen. Among the people, General Mo's popularity has overshadowed your Majesty's. Can your Majesty be at peace?"
"Your Majesty ordered me to kill those 10,000 elite soldiers. There were too many of them and we didn't kill them all, so some of them slipped through the net and wrote a blood oath." Wen Liang's words were like knives, stabbing Tang Xixu's heart.
"I leaked the Mo family army's military diagrams with His Majesty's tacit approval. Oh, and your family's encounter with bandits on your return to the capital wasn't an accident; it was His Majesty's will. In this world, when it comes to cruelty, His Majesty is the most ruthless. I, Wen Liang, am convinced."
There was a door god hanging on the throne of the Southern Sect leader, with a ferocious face, staring angrily at Tang Xixu.
Everything around seemed to be still. After an unknown amount of time, Tang Xixu suddenly laughed out loud: "Hahahahahaha!" Then he raised his leg, twisted Wen Liang's head off, and kicked it away.
A head with its eyes still open rolled several times before finally stopping in the middle of the hall.
There were corpses lying everywhere in the Southern Church, most of them shot dead. The firewood in the brazier was still burning. The Southern Church was already lifeless in the dark, and now it looked more like a cemetery.
Tang Xixu covered half of his face, laughed loudly towards the sky, and seemed to be crying, the rain hitting his face made it impossible to tell.
“Hahahahahahahaha”
Dad, this is the man you've always been loyal to. You fought for him on the front lines, and he wants you dead!
Tang Xixu finally understood why Mo Wenqing hadn't let him find out the truth before his death. Mo Wenqing had often said to Tang Xixu, "Zhao'er, our Mo family has been loyal to the Yuwen clan and to His Majesty for generations, and that will never change."
Tang Xixu only now understood that his father had actually known it for a long time. His father died to make His Majesty feel at ease and to be loyal to His Majesty.
In the twenty-eighth year of Zhenning, on the fourth day of the second month, it is the ninth day of the lunar calendar and is a good time for marriage.
On the day of the Lantern Festival, Zhao Mingshang was noticed by the Queen. The next day, the Emperor granted her a marriage and she married into the royal family and became the real Princess An.
"Ningning, thank you." Zhao Mingshang looked in the mirror at the woman who was drawing her eyebrows.
"Hmm?" Xu Ning was a little slow to react and continued to draw lightly with his hand.
Zhao Mingchang looked at the increasingly beautiful woman in the mirror and sighed softly inwardly, "Ah Xu has been gone for two years. You shouldn't dwell on him all the time. I know you like handsome men. I think the Seventh Prince is a good choice. He was still asking me yesterday, asking when Sister Ning could see him. He really likes you."
Xu Ning smiled bitterly. She remembered Yu Wen Yi, the man who smiled all day long.
Xu Ning shook her head and refused, "Young man, your affection is misplaced. You are not my target, and I will not waste my time on you."
The Zhao family married off their daughter, and Prince An got married. The people of the capital city vied to share in the joy and accepted the silver coins.
"Ms. Xu, how are you these days?"
"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness the Seventh Prince. I am doing well." Xu Ning smiled politely.
Among the guests was a young man in a dark blue robe. While chatting and laughing, he drank the wedding wine offered by the groom.
Xu Ning saw it from afar, put down what he was holding, and ran towards the figure regardless of everything.
The crowd was noisy and shoulder to shoulder. Xu Ning patted the man on the shoulder.
"Who are you?"
"Sorry to bother you." Xu Ning's eyes were full of disappointment.
Standing next to Yuwen Xin was Tang Xixu.
"Now that we have seen the person, let's go." Since Tang Xixu went to the palace to seek justice two years ago, Yuwen Xin and Tang Xixu have recognized each other, and the relationship between the two has returned to what it was when they were young.
Tang Xixu frowned and looked at him.
Yuwen Xin saw that he was unhappy and stopped. "Okay, okay, you can watch as long as you want. I won't stop you. The seventh brother told me yesterday that he wanted to ask the emperor to marry Xu Ning. I don't know when it will be put on the agenda. After all, he is not a child anymore."
Tang Xixu glared at Yuwen Xin, lowered his head for a while, and said in a lonely voice: "If she has a lover, please help me take a look at him. If he is suitable..." The young man was silent.
"What if it's appropriate?" Yuwen Xin quipped, "If you want to talk, go and tell them yourself, or you can snatch the person away."
Tang Xixu's dark pupils suddenly focused, and no one knew what he was thinking.
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In the past two years, she has been with Zhao Mingshang, helping her to come up with ideas and win the appreciation of His Majesty and the Queen.
Now that Zhao Mingshang is married, the plot of the original book has been roughly followed, and it's time for her to set out to find Tang Xixu. The system has been silent for the past two years, and Xu Ning has realized that Tang Xixu may have faked his death. She went to dig up Tang Xixu's grave, but she found no "corpse."
Xu Ning originally wanted to bang her head against the wall and restart, but the system popped up to warn her that this was against the rules and she would be trapped in the book forever, so Xu Ning gave up.
That day, Xu Ning was drinking in the winery. She had heard from someone the day before that the "dead" people might return to Buhuo City, so Xu Ning decided to try her luck.
"Have you heard? The Lord of Buhuo City has come out of seclusion. I heard that he massacred the Southern Sect the day he came out. I heard that the leader of the Southern Sect is inhumane."
"Haha, I don't know how the Southern Sect offended Buhuo City. They messed with that Ghost King, and it's like kicking a brick wall."
Along the way, she heard about the tragic situation of the Southern Sect that day, and Xu Ning didn't dare to go to Buhuo City.
Whenever the girl met a bodhisattva along the way, she would bow to him and say, "Bodhisattva, please bless me, bodhisattva, please don't let me meet that ghost king who eats people without leaving any bones behind."
Xu Ning was afraid of death, and didn't want to die so miserably and undignifiedly.
The Buhuo City is only open to the public at night, hidden in the valley. It must have been sleight of hand, so people passing by during the day can't see it, and at night, special guides are needed to bring people in through a special entrance.
Xu Ning paid some money to find someone, who blindfolded her and gave her a mask after the boat reached the shore.
The city is bustling with people, not as scary as people say. The lights are on and people are doing all kinds of strange businesses.
They sell fish soaked in soup, beauty pills, and rare treasures on the street. There is nothing they can't sell, except what you can't imagine.
The money paid does not have to be in silver. If you cannot pay silver, you can exchange it with something that satisfies or what the store owner wants.
Anyone entering the city, regardless of status, was not questioned about their past. When trading goods, regardless of their origin, prices were clearly marked, and payment was made upon delivery, with no refunds.
"My dear, your bone structure is so good. Do you want me to draw your eyebrows?" A pair of cold hands stroked the back of Xu Ning's hand.
A strange face came in front of Xu Ning. Xu Ning was frightened and took several steps back.
"Excuse me, I want to find someone. How do I find him?" Xu Ning asked in a low voice.
Seeing that he was not a guest, the woman was a little impatient: "Is he alive or dead?"
"Dead man." Xu Ning paused for a moment before reacting.
The proprietress looked Xu Ning up and down. "Why, young lady, is this your lover? You're willing to take such a big risk to come here."
Xu Ning rubbed his head, not wanting to cause trouble, so he could only admit, "Yes. My husband is away fighting in a war and hasn't been home for a long time. I heard people said he was dead, so I came to ask."
Everyone can make up stories. Xu Ning thought the proprietress wasn't a bad person, so he deliberately made himself sound miserable.
"She's a poor girl. You're lucky today. The King of Dice is here. I'll send someone to take you there. It won't cost you any money." The proprietress actually believed it.
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