Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight

Under the cold moonlight, a silver-snow-like blade pointed at Li Yaoying, shining coldly.

Li Xuanzhen stood on the stone steps, and Yaoying stood in front of them.

Only a few steps apart.

The long sword in the man's hand only needs to move forward a few minutes to cut through the delicate skin of the little lady.

Yaoying slowly raised her eyes, a smile flickered across her face.

"Brother Changsheng is going to kill A Yue?"

She asked softly, with a verdant face on the green temples, her long eyelashes flickering, and a pair of dark, squishy eyes.

When she was a child, she liked to look up at people with a small face, blinking big and slender eyes, with pink makeup, round and jade beads, like a pearl exuding a soft luster, and when she acted like a coquettish, her curled eyelashes flickered lightly. Move, every click seems to flash on people's hearts.

When she looked over with a smile, few people could refuse her request.

So when she smiled and called his Changsheng brother to help her squeeze a clay figure, he nodded in response.

That clay figure was a gift she was going to give to Li Zhongqian.

Li Xuanzhen's wrist trembled lightly, and Yuehua cast a faint shadow on his face, unable to discern happiness or anger.

Zheng Biyu looked confused.

She is familiar with the name of Brother Changsheng.

Li Xuanzhen's small characters Zhang, the Tang family was afraid that he would not be able to support him, so he gave him another auspicious common name: Longevity Slave.

In the past, only the Tang family was called Li Xuanzhen like this. Later, the Tang family disappeared. In this world, only Zhu Luyun can call Li Xuanzhen by the nickname.

How could the seventh princess know Li Xuanzhen's nickname?

Zheng Biyu hesitated for a moment, and said, "Dalang..."

Before the words of dissuasion were spoken, Li Xuanzhen slumped and said coldly: "You all go down."

Zheng Biyu frowned and looked back at Yaoying. Seeing that she was calm and composed, his heart became more suspicious, but his face was not revealed, and he left with the servant of the palace servant.

The evening breeze gently slapped the bamboo lanterns under the porch, and the hazy halo swayed slowly.

Yaoying took a step forward.

The tip of the sword was only half a finger away from her condensed neck, and she seemed to feel the murderous intent of the sword thirsting for human blood.

She had no intention in her eyes, holding the skirt corners, her eyes kept moving forward without blinking.

Li Xuanzhen clenched the long sword, staring down at her, motionless.

Yaoying stepped onto the stone steps.

With a ding sound, at the moment when the blade was about to kiss her neck, Li Xuanzhen took the sword abruptly, took a step back, and the tip of the sword struck the ground with a piercing noise.

He didn't say a word, looked away, and threw away the sword.

"Don't call me that."

Li Xuanzhen said coldly.

Yaoying looked at the long sword in Dengying that was like a handful of thin snow, and for a while, she changed her mouth and said, "Eldest brother."

Li Xuanzhen looked cold.

Yaoying then changed her words: "His Royal Highness."

Li Xuanzhen still did not respond to her, and was silent for a while, and asked, "Why do you want to see me?"

Yaoying said confidently: "The news that Xie Chao sent back must have been heard by Donggong."

Most military commanders came from a poor family, and Li Xuanzhen was exactly the object of the poor family vying for allegiance. Nearly half of the Chinese generals had fought side by side with him. They maintained close contacts with the East Palace, and any information on the battlefield could not hide the East Palace.

Yaoying asked for help from all parties, but there was no answer. Donggong must have spoken first, so no one dared to lend a helping hand to her.

Li Xuanzhen did not speak.

Yaoying knew that he had admitted, and clenched her fingers.

As expected, Donggong knew that Li Zhongqian was now under heavy siege, and it was urgent to send reinforcements.

Li Xuanzhen seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and said in a mocking tone: "Seven sisters want to ask me to save Li Zhongqian? Don't bother."

Asking him to save Li Zhongqian is simply a dream!

In fact, the East Palace will not only not save people, but also intends to take this opportunity to avoid future troubles forever.

Even if Li Yaoying took out the clay figurine, he would not try to save the enemy's son.

"I know that His Royal Highness will definitely not agree."

Yaoying's voice was dry, her expression was calm, and she said, "So let's make a deal. You send a flying cavalry team to rescue my brother, and I will marry the Yelu department instead of Princess Fukang, how about?"

The Flying Cavaliers only listened to his orders.

The night breeze was blowing, and the shadow of the lantern flickering under the cover of the bamboo lantern.

Li Xuanzhen's pupils shrank, and she looked down at Yaoying with shock, anger, and hatred.

"What qualifications do you have to make a deal with me?"

He turned away, as if disdainfully.

"I understand that the prince hates my mother and my brother. His Royal Highness thinks that my mother forced the empress Tang to death. You once said that you want my mother to have a taste of humiliation."

Yaoying bowed her head, adjusted her sleeves, and knelt down towards Li Xuanzhen.

The corridor paved with Capricorn floor tiles was hard and cold, and the knees ached with a few layers of leno fabric.

Yaoying knelt straight and raised her head, "My maternal mother was humiliated in front of the temple. Does your highness feel happy?"

Li Xuanzhen looked at her in surprise, her face twitching slightly.

Yaoying knelt and didn't move, facing his sarcastically, there was no wave on her face.

"Now can we talk about the deal?"

She asked, her voice calm.

Li Xuanzhen was silent longer this time, and took a step forward, picking up Yaoying's chin with cold fingers.

The rough fingertips rubbed the skin like the back of a knife.

Yaoying shuddered slightly when she remembered that these hands had pinched her throat, making herself unable to breathe.

Li Xuanzhen looked at her condescendingly with cold eyes: "Seven sisters, I knew this before, why bother?"

Yaoying looked back calmly, her expression firm, without wavering.

Just like when he gave her the opportunity to choose, she looked exactly the same when she turned around without hesitation.

Li Xuanzhen squeezed her fingers suddenly: "Seventh Sister, I gave you a chance."

Yaoying greeted Li Xuanzhen's cold gaze, smiled slightly, although she was kneeling, her momentum remained undiminished: "His Royal Highness, my mother is the daughter of the Xie family, and my brother is Li Zhongqian. This will never and never change."

She was born inadequate. Before she was three years old, she could only survive if Xie Manyuan took care of her intricately.

After the age of three, Li Zhongqian took care of her to grow up, taught her to read and write, and rescued her from the battlefield. The brothers and sisters depended on each other.

Mother and elder brother are her relatives, she will not sever relationship with Li Zhongqian for self-protection, even if doing so will completely anger Li Xuanzhen.

Li Xuanzhen twitched the corner of her mouth, released her hand, and turned her back.

"Li Zhongqian won't live for a few days, and I don't need to make a deal with you. Without Li Zhongqian's asylum, even if Mr. Pei can persuade the saint to withdraw the marriage decree, I still have a way to force you to agree to marry on your behalf. Seventh sister, you still don't have the qualifications to deal with me. ."

Gong Pei’s method of protecting Yaoying was Yangmou, and Yangmou could only persuade the saint to abolish the marriage edict, and could not prevent others from secretly planning.

Now that something is wrong with Li Zhongqian, Wei Ming has his own way to force Yaoying to marry.

She is just a woman, losing her only reliance, unable to compete with the East Palace.

Not even qualified to trade with Donggong.

Yaoying calmly said: "Can Zhu Luyun wait? Can you wait? How long can Chief Ye Lu wait?"

The wedding date is getting closer and closer. She sent someone to inquire about Zhu Luyun's tears all day long. Why is Li Xuanzhen willing to keep Zhu Luyun in fear?

"Besides, even if Wei Ming can figure out a way to force me to nod, how can he guarantee that I am willing?"

Yaoying pointedly said, "If something happens to me, if I accidentally ruin my face, or if I die unfortunately...As long as there is a small mistake, all Wei Ming's conspiracy and tricks will not come in handy. You can't force me, and as a whole Dawei, only I can replace Princess Fukang."

Li Xuanzhen's face was gloomy.

Yaoying worried about Li Zhongqian's safety and did not want to entangle with Li Xuanzhen. She stood up and patted the sleeve corners of her skirt: "His Royal Highness, please send a flying team immediately. As long as my brother returns to Beijing safely, I will keep my promise and marry me. I'm a person who always speaks for words and will not regret it."

"I only wait for half a stick of incense. After half a stick of incense, the flying cavalry will not leave. No matter how intimidating Wei Ming is, I will not marry me even if I die."

Li Xuanzhen's thick eyebrows wrinkled.

Yaoying didn't urge him, but stood aside, waiting for him to make a decision.

After a while, she suddenly clutched her chest tightly, with an expression of pain, and staggered for two steps, with a ray of blood flowing from her lips.

Li Xuanzhen was startled, and grabbed Yaoying's arm, forcing her to raise her head: "What's the matter with you?"

Yaoying's face was pale, her whole body was trembling, her sweat drenched through layers of clothes, her temples were also soaked with sweat, and the light was drenched with soft and wet light, and her whole body looked like she had been fished out of water.

Li Xuanzhen half hugged her, feeling her soft body quickly become cold, without any warmth.

"you are sick?"

With a few drops of sweat on the tip of his nose, he felt helpless, and patted Yaoying's face lightly.

Yaoying's hands and feet are soft, leaning against his arms, raising her hand to wipe the blood from her lips, and slowly raising her face.

Li Xuanzhen looked down at her.

Yaoying's lips were black, and there was no trace of blood on her face, but a smile gradually appeared on her lips. While shaking with pain, she said: "You promised."

Li Xuanzhen was stunned.

Yaoying was trembling all over, her face was sweaty, her teeth rattled, and her haggard face revealed the brightest light in a few days.

"Li Xuanzhen, you have agreed to the transaction."

She felt that she once again avoided Li Zhongqian's doomed battle ending, so she was punished again.

Brother is saved.

...

When Zheng Biyu saw Li Yaoying again, she was lying in Li Xuanzhen's arms, her face turned blue.

"Why did it happen in a blink of an eye?"

Zheng Biyu looked at her husband with stern eyes, "Did you hurt Qiniang?"

Li Xuanzhen shook her head and put Yaoying down: "I didn't hurt her, she suddenly vomited blood for no reason."

Zheng Biyu rushed Li Xuanzhen out, and a lot of noise asked the doctor to come and treat Yaoying.

Li Xuanzhen turned around to leave, his sleeves tightened.

He turned his head.

Yaoying clenched his sleeve tightly, her fingers turned white so hard, she lay on the side of the bed and said weakly, "Fly... Flying Cavaliers..."

Li Xuanzhen looked at her and withdrew her sleeve blankly.

"I have let the Flying Cavaliers go."

Yaoying slowly closed her eyes.

The healer rushed over with the medicine box in a short time. He didn't see anything wrong, so he could only prescribe Yaoying a calming medicine first.

Zheng Biyu was anxious and guarded Yaoying personally, for fear of what Yaoying might do.

The next morning, Yaoying woke up from a coma, and struggling to go to the ground regardless of the doctor's obstruction.

She can't stay longer in the East Palace.

Zheng Biyu had already learned about the deal between Yaoying and Li Xuanzhen. He sighed and helped her to get up: "Qiniang, have you really figured it out?"

Wei Ming and Li Xuanzhen had a dispute last night.

Wei Ming was unwilling to save Li Zhongqian, Li Xuanzhen insisted on saving, and the two quarreled until midnight.

The servants of the princess mansion looked happy, and ran back to the princess mansion overnight to report the letter.

Yaoying's face was still as pale as snow, and she smiled bitterly: "Auntie, under the nest, there are no eggs? If my brother really died in the valley, my mother and I are helpless, people are swords, and I am fish. Until then, I have nothing to trade."

The family of Xie died in battle, Concubine Xie lost her support, and the three mothers and sons could only be slaughtered.

In order to protect her and A-niang, Li Zhongqian abandoned his literary and military positions and followed Li Denan in the Northern War.

In the troubled times, Li Zhongqian is the confidence of Concubine Xie and her.

Without brother, she would either marry obediently or resist with death.

Since the ending is the same, it is better for her to lead the transaction in exchange for Li Zhongqian's safety.

As long as he can save Brother, Yaoying can sacrifice anything.

Zheng Biyu sighed and sent her out of the inner courtyard.

Li Xuanzhen had just returned from the princess's mansion, still wearing yesterday's clothes, and his face was neither good nor bad.

He looked at Yaoying, frowning slightly: "You are sick, why are you still walking around?"

Yaoying turned pale and smiled weakly, "Elder brother, don't worry, as long as my brother is safe, I will keep my promise and complete the marriage contract between Dawei and Ye Lu. Even if I die of illness, I will survive the wedding banquet. That day."

Li Xuanzhen's face sank slightly.

Yaoying slowed down, raising her eyes, looking at Li Xuanzhen's phoenix eyes that were very similar to Li Zhongqian.

"Li Xuanzhen, I bowed my head to you, traded with you, and knelt down to you, not because I felt that my mother-in-law was guilty, or that we owe you something, but because the weak and the strong, we have to do so."

"I never thought it was my mother-in-law who forced Queen Tang to death. The tragedy between them was a blunder in the troubled world. The second brother is even more innocent. He has never hurt your mother and son. Because it is the son of my mother-in-law, and because it threatens your status, you are regarded as a thorn in your eyes and the Holy Spirit is angered."

Li Xuanzhen didn't make a sound, and watched Yaoying's weak walk away step by step, her weak figure disappearing in the depths of Lin Yi.

...

Yaoying walked out of the courtyard with strong support.

Xie Qing stepped forward quickly and helped her into the carriage.

"Your lord, go back to the palace?"

Yaoying shook her head, her voice was as subtle as a silk: "No, we enter the palace."

She is about to marry the grassland.

This is probably a farewell.

Before leaving, those old accounts need to be cleared up one by one.

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Thanks to the little angel who threw landmines: a cup of wine and a pillow, 簪缨の豆腐, love to read, volcanoboo

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: JaneWu, Xie Zhinan; 14. Jinjiang System 001, 10 bottles of Qingshan, Jiuzhen; Li Xinyuan, the persimmons are delicious; the moon’s power supply is insufficient; Xi Xi