Late at night, there was a loud thunder, and after that, the wind and rain came.
In the distance beyond reach, a star, carrying wind and rain and flashing red light, fell straight into Biancheng, and finally landed on the roof of a house and went out.
After a while, a thing stood up tremblingly on the roof of the house. It had a pair of pointed ears on its head and nine hairy tails behind it. Its skin was charred and its appearance was barely visible. Only a pair of incredibly beautiful red eyes were exposed. It was vaguely recognizable as a woman.
Her meridians ached as if something had run over them. Tu Nian gritted her teeth and struggled, finally recovering. Heavenly thunder loosens the muscles and bones? She had been curious before, but now she felt the Emperor was just lying.
A sigh rang out in his ears, like the warm spring breeze and the gurgling of a stream, gentle and lingering. Tu Nian perked up at the sound, raised his brows and said, "Emperor, you have come out of seclusion!"
"No. You woke up this time because your immortal magic was broken." Emperor Ziwei's words were full of pity and helplessness. "Anian, which ancient immortal did you offend this time?"
Tu Nian pursed his lips in grievance and whispered back, "I, I disrupted the marriage of the Changsheng Emperor."
"Him? What did you do?"
Thinking of the reason for this, she felt even more aggrieved, with a hint of heartache in her grievance. "This is all to blame on that Thunder Controlling Immortal Officer under him! He insisted on giving me the Fire Separation Pearl. That thing is a fire-controlling artifact left over from ancient times. How could I accept it?"
"As a result, while hiding from him, he happened to run into the Fairy Diquan who was admiring the lotus at Tianchi Lake. When she saw her, she despised the people from the Divine Sky Jade Purity Palace for being too pushy. From then on, the Emperor Changsheng couldn't even greet her when he saw her..."
How could he be greeting someone else? Emperor Ziwei suppressed his laughter, but still laughed out loud: "Is the Imperial Thunder Officer sending you the Fire Pearl?"
Tu Nian frowned and pouted as he replied, "Of course, he also has the Black Gold Hairpin and the Zhongli Fan, as if he's showing off his wealth. How can you chase a girl like that?"
Especially without principles! She gave gifts to please him all day long, but in the end, the boss would strike her down as a thunderbolt when he said so.
Emperor Ziwei's mind was as clear as a mirror. He saw through it but didn't say anything. He suppressed his smile and continued to ask, "Changsheng has punished you to go down to the mortal world to experience what kind of experience is it?"
When it comes to training, Tu Nian's voice almost chokes, and he and his own immortal king wail: "He damn it said I am inhumane and asked me to endure the tribulation! The tribulation of love!"
Isn't that a complete jerk? She's over 40,000 years old, a bit of an old, iron tree, and you expect her to blossom? Why not just tell her not to return to the Nine Heavens in this lifetime?
"Hey! Ah Nian, stop scolding..."
As soon as she said this, Emperor Ziwei tried to stop her, but it was too late. Thunder suddenly exploded, and before Tu Nian could react, another white light descended from the sky and merged with her.
"Ouch!" A mournful cry echoed through the sky. Without the Ziwei Emperor's protective magic, the thunderbolt nearly cost Tu Nian half her life. With a wave of dizziness and tinnitus, she collapsed sideways onto the tiles, and the Ziwei Emperor's voice gradually faded.
"Emperor, Emperor..." She struggled to stand up and tried to talk to Emperor Ziwei, only to find that her immortal power was sealed tightly and she couldn't even use the sound transmission technique.
Suddenly, anger surged from his grief. He took off his red fox fur coat with gold thread that had been chopped to pieces. Tu Nian simply threw in the towel, with a mournful face, and shouted to the sky: "Changsheng! If you have the guts, chop me again!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the third thunder roared. Tu Nian only had time to shout "fuck you" before the thunder suddenly came down from the top of her head and completely shattered her immortal body.
The moment she closed her eyes, the handsome face that was almost as handsome as her own emperor emerged in her mind, like a glacier that would never melt - if there was an afterlife, she would definitely stay away from him.
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It has been a long time since Biancheng had such heavy rain. For three consecutive days, the rain was so heavy that it was almost impossible to go out. It was not until today that the rain eased.
He got up at dawn, and as soon as the door opened, Bo Qiu's brows relaxed slightly. He loved rainy days; the gentle rain could cleanse many things, and it smelled pleasant too.
Song Chengming had been waiting outside for a long time. When he saw him come out, he stepped forward with an umbrella and handed him a black robe. "The Mo Palace sent someone to deliver a letter, telling the general that he doesn't need to go to the barracks and can go directly to the palace."
Bo Qiu looked calm as he put on his robe and walked out. "Who is it this time?"
"The third daughter of the Meng family, Meng Xiangwan."
After he finished speaking, Bo Qiu suddenly stopped and Song Chengming didn't react in time, and the rain falling from the edge of the umbrella hit Bo Qiu's shoulder.
Bo Qiu looked sideways at him, expressionless as he took the umbrella. Song Chengming's heart was pounding. He bowed and leaned forward, feigning composure, saying, "General..."
"Go and take the fox fur you brought back from the day before yesterday."
Seeing his normal expression, Song Chengming breathed a sigh of relief, responded, and returned to his room.
Standing upright, Bo Qiu's tall figure, dressed in dark clothes, looked like a landscape painting in the drizzling rain. Ru Jian's brows tightened slightly; he wasn't angry, but he was in a bad mood.
Ever since he became a general, women had been coming to his mansion non-stop. Besides the aristocratic officials eager to send their daughters to establish connections, the emperor he had grown up with, Mo Junhan, also frequently sent some difficult women.
He didn't care how many people his family and the emperor stuffed into his life, but because the women were too noisy, he kept them all in his other gardens. And the jealousy that followed was rampant, and it inevitably cost several lives.
As time went on, rumors began to spread that he was unlucky with his wife. These were absurd, but he didn't pay much attention to them. Most of the people gossiping in the hall were idlers, harmless, and those who whispered in the hall, he didn't need to do anything, the emperor would eliminate them.
Things were not too bad until at some point his mother colluded with the emperor and told him to leave an offspring before going to war to avoid having no successors. As a result, the people he took in became more and more outrageous.
And the one sent this time was Meng Xiangwan, Meng Bo's biological daughter and his childhood sweetheart. It had to be said that Mo Junhan was getting more and more excessive.
A moment later, Song Chengming emerged carrying a mahogany box. The first thing he saw was Bo Qiu's moody face. Swallowing nervously, Song Chengming walked over to Bo Qiu and said, "General, the carriage is ready. Are you leaving now?"
Bo Qiu said nothing, only looking down at him. For a long time, until Song Chengming could no longer stand, Bo Qiu handed the umbrella to him.
Looking at the ridiculous way he was holding the box while holding up his hands to hold an umbrella for himself, Bo Qiu said calmly, "Doing two things with one hand is either overconfidence or stupidity."
After saying this, he dodged the umbrella and walked out of the house.
Song Chengming stood there with a wry smile, unsure whether to leave or not. If he went, the general hadn't given the order. If he didn't, the general had said he'd take the fox fur with him.
Looking at the umbrella in his hand, Song Chengming said inwardly: Mo Dian, Mo Dian, it's not that I don't want to help you, but the general's eyes are too sharp. I'm afraid that if I help you this time, there won't be anyone like me next time.
Silently lining up in his mind, Song Chengming held the umbrella between two fingers, held the mahogany box in his arms, and walked towards the palace with a grunt.
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