Episode 125 Please Leave

At the beginning of June of 211, Dongfang Ren, the king of benevolence, died in the imperial palace at the age of 50, and was later awarded the title of Duke of Yasu.

The night is deep, and it is windy and rainy outside. As soon as you open the door, the cold wind blows on your face, mixed with the smell of cold rain. In the bedroom of the Juhe Palace, there is still a lamp in hand, and the cold and blurred moonlight mixed with the cold wind, coldly penetrates through the open skylight and shines on the cold ground, forming one cold and horrible shadow after another.

Tonight, except for the sound of rain outside the window, it is particularly quiet.

"Miss, do you want to bring this?" In the inner room, candlelight is burning, and the water is busy back and forth.

"I told you, you don't need to bring anything." Dongfang Ren died, and Xiao Bing also came back. Dongfang Ao was even more powerful, and she... naturally had no reason to stay. This night will be her last night in the palace. Although the palace that once gave her life has changed, fortunately, she is still alive and is really alive. Looking at Dongfang Ao, who is about to be proud of the world, she should bless him with a smile.

"Do you really bring nothing?" However, after living in Juhe Palace for nearly two months, he was really reluctant to leave. Looking at the house, Xiaoshui asked again.

That sound pulled back the thoughts of Yan Moxue. She looked back and looked at the beating flame on the high candle. The red flame was like a blood book. Really... don't bring anything." Her heart twitched slightly, and her mood of trying to hide broke out. She didn't take anything away, and she had nothing to take away.

Maybe she felt that the young lady was a little sad. Xiaoshui quickly packed up her things and closed the door and quietly retreated, because after a while, Heishura and Bai Shura will come to pick up the young lady, and her task is over.

After the small water left, the room was quiet, and the bright ink snow listened, and the rain outside seemed to be stronger. The earth-shaking rain shred up the fragile nerves of bright Moxue, and her world seemed to be about to stop. Dark and transparent darkness, her soul seems to have drawn. Leaving her body and looking at it without focus with an empty and blank look, she stayed in the darkness like this, and the long wait seemed to have integrated her into the darkness.

I don't know how long it took, but the wooden expression finally loosened, and it was the sound of Dongfang pushing the door. Do you really want to leave?" Yan Moxue looked back and did not make a sound. She only felt that in the dark and chaotic illusion, the air seemed to be thick and depressive and difficult to breathe. Don't you want to say anything more?" Seeing that she didn't say anything, Dongfang Ao asked again.

"What else to say!" Hearing this, Yan Moxue asked him blankly, "Now that Dongfang Ren is dead, you have no worries, and Xiao Bing and Xiang Han are both used by you. You are in power, and you are not more like adding wings!"

It seems to be a little colder. Somehow, listening to Yan Moxue's words, Dongfang Ao only felt that his heart pounded and said meaningfully, "Yes, I finally waited for this day." The smile on his lips gradually faded away. Fifteen years later, he finally waited for the day when the power was in hand.

"Yes, this day has finally come." Looking around with ethereal eyes, the dark body in front of him suddenly became bright. Dongfang Ren, the hero who was once more than 10,000 people under one person, has been rewritten with his death, and it was his own nephew, Dongfang Ao, who rewritten this history.

She opened her mouth slightly and wanted to tell Dongfang Ao something. However, her throat seemed to be stuck by something. Although she worked hard, she still couldn't make any sound. When she gave up decadently, a soft whisper suddenly came from Yan Moxue's ear, and her mellow voice was as gentle as water. You..." It was Dongfang Ao's voice, hesitated, and finally said, "Can you not leave?"

"I can't." Decisive, without any emotional refusal.

"Is it because of Xiao Bing?" Suddenly, Dongfang Ao seemed to be enlightened and blurted out, "You don't bring anything. What about this?" He picked up the wooden portrait carved by Xiao Bing on the table for Yan Moxue and looked at it. After a long time, a miserable smile gradually appeared on his lips.

If the wooden portrait had not been mentioned by Dongfang Ao, Yan Moxue would have almost forgotten it. She groped, took the portrait from Dongfang Ao's hand, and gently touched it with her hand. I don't know how long it had passed, and it was not until Dongfang Ao's soft cough sounded that he pulled back Yan Moxue's thoughts again. Don't take it away." Closing her eyes and covering up all the chaotic emotions, she threw the portrait to the ground and forced herself to say.

The portrait rolled on the ground a few times and finally fell at Dongfang's feet. He bent down to pick it up, looked at it, and asked, "Don't you regret it?"

"No." Once again, decisively and without leaving a trace of rejection.

No, since Dongfang Ren is dead, she will no longer have contact with this palace, Dongfang Ao and Xiao Bing. Now that the revenge has been revenged, she should return to the Yan Rasha and the Yan Rasha of the Flame Demon Gate.

"Are you sure?" Although she said so, Dongfang Ao saw it and she was hesitating.

Does she hesitate? The rain outside was getting louder and louder, and her heart trembled. The wild wind couldn't help blowing, blowing open the heavy windows, spread out little by little, and also blew up her long black hair like ink jade, and her hair flew over her slightly pale lips, making her heart palpitated again. What on earth are you trying to say, Dongfang Ao? There seemed to be a kind of pain in his heart that was torn apart. It was the man named Xiao Bing, all caused by him.

Is this an escape? Looking at Yan Moxue roared a little panicked, Dongfang Ao just smiled silently. I just want you to understand that you and Xiao Bing... are impossible.

"Then it's impossible for you and me." Hearing this, Yan Moxue suddenly patted the table and got up and said, "It's even more impossible than me and Xiao Bing."

"Why?" She and Xiao Bing are impossible because there will always be a gap between them. Unless some of them are willing to give up their identity and take that step, there will be no result between them. But he is different. Without the obstruction of Dongfang Ren, he is the real king. He has ambitions and ambitions to give her everything she wants.

"There is no reason." However, those were what Dongfang Ao himself thought, his voice was stunned, and Yan Moxue smiled indifferently. I'm the Yan Rasha of the Flame Demon Gate. You are the king of the imperial kingdom. Do you think... can we be together? Even without Xiao Bing, fate would have separated us long ago. From the moment of birth, it was impossible for her and him to never be possible. You will understand one day, and we will see you later." The voice was stunned, and Yan Moxue slowly walked to the door. Looking back, a burst of sadness arose.

One day he will understand what her so-called impossibility is!

After saying that, Yan Moxue walked outside the house. Heishura and Bai Shura had been waiting there for a long time. Seeing Yan Moxue come out, they took her out of the palace. But why, this departure will make her have an indescribable sadness, and she only feels that there is a breath of sadness everywhere, which looks particularly desolate in the white moonlight.

In a trance, no one can predict what will happen in the future, so Yan Moxue will not know what will happen when she sees Dongfang Ao again.

The three shuttled between the room at night, and Yusi hit them like this, but they didn't notice it at all. It was not until the long-lost sound sounded on their toes that Yan Moxue seemed to feel that the dream... was over.

The man was sent to Xiao Shuai's mansion, and the black and white two Shura left.

Xiao Bing had been waiting at the back door for a long time. Seeing Yan Moxue appear, he quickly held an umbrella to help her protect herself from the rain. Welcome home." Maybe we haven't seen each other for a long time. Xiao Bing's voice trembled and excited, but in this endless rainy night, it seemed extremely clear.

"Home?" Hearing this, Yan Moxue smiled miserably and muttered.

"Yes, welcome home." Because the night was so deep that Xiao Bing couldn't see the beautiful Moxue's face.

Then, Xiao Bing helped her back to Luozi's courtyard, but the road was surprisingly quiet. Except for the gentle sound of the rain, neither of them spoke.

Under the umbrella, there are two equally lonely figures walking one after the other. The woman in front did not look back, and the man behind did not mean to come forward. Maybe this is the gap between them. Although the gap in status made it a little difficult for them to know each other, if it hadn't been the stubbornness in her heart, she was afraid that he would despised herself and care about her appearance like other men. Maybe there will be a good ending between her and him.

In the final analysis, she is still afraid of being hurt, although she has never given feelings, because she is afraid of becoming the injured person from the beginning.

Back to Luozi Courtyard, the rain seemed to be getting smaller. After removing the raindrops on her body, Xiao Bing opened the door, but suddenly heard Yan Moxue muttering, "Do you think... I will regard this place as my home?"

Hearing this, Xiao Bing was stunned and opened her mouth slightly, but found that her throat seemed to be stuck by something. Although he worked very hard, she still couldn't make any sound. It took a long time to hear him say depointingly, "Xueyin, you...what's wrong with you?"

The bright moonlight, the bright Moxue's face was a little white. She lowered her eyes slightly and smiled and said, "I'm fine."

"As long as you're fine." Hearing that she said it was okay, Xiao Bing thought she had just been hallucinating and couldn't help laughing, "Then I... I'll go first. You can have a good rest."

"Xiao Bing." However, before Xiao Bing took a step, Yan Moxue suddenly said.

It seemed that she knew that she would stop her. Xiao Bing immediately stopped walking and came to her again. What?" She was still as beautiful as ever. The raindrops moistened her eyelashes and fell to the ground like a string of pearls when blinking gently. Xiao Bing was distracted for a moment, but a soft whisper came from her ear, "Why are you so kind to me?" Yan Moxue lowered her eyes and asked, with no expression on Yurong, as if she was asking something that had nothing to do with her.

Hearing this, Xiao Bing thought for a while and shook her head and said, "I don't know why." He stared at Yan Moxue, and there was a familiar feeling in his heart, which was hidden in the deepest part of his memory and could not be controlled by people. I always feel... I should be so kind to you."

Should it be that good? Yan Moxue frowned slightly and slowly bent down according to the heart of colic. I don't deserve you at all." What's wrong with her? How can she have such an unforgettable feeling? Why is there such sadness that seems to have been integrated into the bone marrow? It's ridiculous. Over the years, she has learned to hide her emotions, but when facing him, she has failed again and again.

"Who said that!"

She pulled out a sneer. You are the majestic general king, the pillar of the imperial kingdom, and what about me? I'm just a witch."

"You are not." Xiao Bing's handsome face was full of anger. He hated her for saying that about herself.

Yan Moxue smiled bitterly, "Xiao Bing, do you really believe that someone can not care about your past and sincerely accept you?" She looked back. Even if she couldn't see Xiao Bing's face, she still looked deeply at the vague figure and smiled, "Don't be silly. Don't you really care? If you regret it one day, how can I bear it? Instead, it's better not to do it at the beginning. A good man like you deserves to be loved by a better woman than me. I'm not qualified.

"Xueyin, please don't talk about yourself like that, okay?" Xiao Bing stared at Yan Moxue, and her words also stirred up thousands of huge waves in his heart.

Forget it, let her be selfish once. Because she is afraid of getting hurt, she still dares not face Xiao Bing's love for her. Can you leave my world?

For a long time, Yan Moxue thought he had left. Xiao Bing suddenly said and choked. But...it's okay." He may have also seen how deep the gap between them is. She is unwilling to give up her identity as Yanluosha, and he... also can't abandon Dongfang's pride because of that promise, so... between him and her has finally come to an end. If this is what you want." Finally, Xiao Bing muttered.

"Thank you." Yan Moxue sighed heavily, and her tight face finally relaxed. I will inform the shadow Baimei tomorrow.

Xiao Bing nod silently. Well... have a good trip, I think... you won't want to see me tomorrow."

Hearing the sound of opening the door, Yan Moxue said behind Xiao Bing, "Take care."

"You too."