By the time Feng Yu chased him outside the city gate and came to a secluded canyon, Zhou Jing'an had already started fighting with Pei Yu.
As masters fought each other, dust flew and leaves rose. Against the backdrop of thick black clouds, the atmosphere was depressing and dull.
Feng Yu stopped his horse and frowned slightly as he looked at the two people fighting.
He was not worried that Zhou Jing'an would lose, he was just worried about his emotions.
Now he had no time to worry about him. Ning Xi's sword was coming straight at him, forcing him to concentrate on parrying it.
A sword came down, Feng Yu raised his hand and blocked it with the knife. With a "bang", the sword and the knife collided, and it seemed that tiny sparks were produced.
Ning Xi took advantage of the situation and stepped forward, and the distance between them quickly shortened.
His kind face was slightly distorted at this moment, as if the gentle mask that was always stuck on his face was torn.
"The Emperor is truly a master at playing the fool and eating the tiger. He hides in the palace all day long, yet he still possesses such agile skills."
Feng Yu was not willing to be outdone, he rushed forward with his sword, smiled faintly, and showed some of the arrogance of his youth.
"Duke Ningguo is no less capable than you. Aren't your legs working properly? And you're still pretending!"
Ning Xi smiled contemptuously, raised his sword to block the knife, and the two men then distanced themselves from each other and fought again.
The two people on the other side were also fighting in a dazzling manner.
"Buyan has really improved a lot."
Pei Yu leaned sideways to block the blow, the blades meeting his body. He turned his head and smiled softly at Zhou Jing'an, "It seems he is more powerful than my master."
Zhou Jing'an's jaw was tense, his lips were tightly pursed, and the knife in his hand turned nimbly and headed straight for his neck.
Pei Yu was slightly startled, and he put away his smile and quickly raised his sword to block, but was knocked back a few steps by the blade.
"Don't call me that."
He had just steady himself when he heard Zhou Jing'an utter such cold words. He was stunned for a moment, then sighed softly, raised his head and put on that evil and ferocious expression again.
"Don't say anything, don't say anything. You make me very sad when you say that."
Zhou Jing'an frowned, tightening his grip on his sword. "Pei Yu, surrender and confess your guilt. I can..."
"You can't."
Pei Yu interrupted him, and the smile in his eyes gradually disappeared.
"You can't do it, and you can't save my life."
Zhou Jing'an's breathing stagnated, and his heart sank.
Pei Yu discarded his serious expression and put on a smile that seemed to show he didn't care about anything in the world. "Let's have a good fight. Don't hold back."
Zhou Jing'an looked at him, standing under the dark clouds and in the dust. He had a gentle appearance, was resourceful, and had extraordinary skills. He was a rare military talent, but he chose to choose a path of no return.
When facing others, he always looks nonchalant and smiling, which makes people feel that he is not serious and is joking.
No one knows what he is thinking.
Zhou Jing'an couldn't guess, just like when he knew he was the traitor who was secretly communicating with Nanzhao. He couldn't figure out why he did this. He could clearly achieve great things, so why did he choose to do whatever it took to get himself a position above everyone else...
He closed his eyes slightly and sighed softly.
But no matter what, since he has abandoned everything, abandoned the common people, just for his crazy obsession, then they are destined to fight.
He will not be soft-hearted, and he cannot be soft-hearted.
Zhou Jing'an raised his eyes, and the last trace of hesitation was gone, leaving only sharpness and determination.
"bring it on."
Pei Yu noticed his change and smiled slowly, a smile that was sincere and somewhat relieved.
"This is the Bu Yan I know."
He was the first to charge forward with his sword raised, and Zhou Jing'an met him with his knife. The cold light reflected on his face. He was in a trance and didn't know what day it was. He thought it was the scene of the two of them first meeting and sparring with knives ten years ago.
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Imperial Palace, Purple Palace.
"What do you mean the emperor is missing?!"
Zhou Ning'an slammed the table and stood up immediately, almost hitting his stomach on the edge of the table.
Jiang Ling, who was behind the screen, hesitated worriedly, but could not go out due to the rules.
In fact, she herself was already in a panic, her palms were sweaty, and her hands were clenched so tightly that they were turning white.
The minister who had just escaped from Xiyuan and came to report hurriedly knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, calm down and be careful of your body."
Some of the timid ministers were secretly covering their faces and crying.
Zhou Ning'an glared at him and shouted, "The Emperor hasn't passed away yet, why are you so anxious to mourn?!"
At this time, General Lin Yi, the leader of the imperial guards guarding the palace, received the latest news and strode in, kneeling down to pay his respects.
"Empress, the guards at the city gate chased us all the way to a canyon outside the city gate..." He couldn't help but secretly glance up at Zhou Ning'an's pregnant belly, seeming a little embarrassed.
Zhou Ningan said sternly: "Speak!"
Lin Yi quickly lowered his head and told the truth: "We found many bodies of men in black, and a piece of their robe that had been cut off."
The soldiers following behind him brought up a tray, on which lay a black robe stained with blood.
Zhou Ning'an took a closer look. The fabric looked ordinary, but it was actually the finest Shu brocade, and there was a hidden embroidered pattern on the bottom of the robe.
All of this was extremely familiar. She had put it on Feng Yu herself this morning.
Zhou Ning'an felt his eyes go dark, his body went limp, and he hit the table with a bang.
"Empress!" the ministers exclaimed in panic.
She held on to the table with all her strength, supported her waist with her right hand, and tried to clear her mind.
Zhou Ning'an put aside the panic and fear in his heart, calmed his mind, and there was determination in his eyes.
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