C5 Return to manchu dynasty

After Xuan Hong left, the days became cold and cheerless.

Old Yellow Dog felt that Wandering Child must be sick. Otherwise, why would he be daydreaming while facing the setting sun? You Duan'er hugged the old yellow dog and asked, "When can I leave as well?"

Perhaps the heavens had heard the words of You'er. At dusk, when she was on her way to hunt, a squadron of golden-armored guards landed neatly in front of her. "Give me some time," she said.

Wandering Child returned to the cave and put down the new rabbit in her hand. Then, she quickly made a fire. The old yellow dog smelled something unfamiliar and looked at her suspiciously. You know, he shook his head and went back to cooking. After the meal, You Ziteng called the old yellow dog over. The old yellow dog was simply too old, and almost all of its fur had fallen off. Every time it stroked its hands, it would be covered in a handful of yellow fur. You look at it.

She could not remember when she had brought it back, only that it was also dusk. It had a furry little head and unsteady claws as it chased her forward.

At first, she was curious, but she didn't pay much attention to it. There were many wolf pup on this mountain, but this was the first time she had seen a dog pup.

Then, it actually followed her back to the cave. She ate meat, she gnawed on bones, she ate until she was full, she rolled around in a coquettish manner, her meaty body followed her all day long through the mountains. It could neither speak nor have a name, but it was really using its entire life to protect her, never leaving her, even until today when it was old enough to never walk again.

"Let's go first," she murmured, stroking its cloudy eyes. "My time is up …" The old yellow dog whimpered, and two streams of hot tears rolled down its face. It snuggled up to You Duan'er for a while, then turned around and jumped into the fire, turning into a wisp of green smoke and disappearing into the air. The dog's lifespan was already very short, so she used her remaining spiritual energy to prolong its life. As time went on, her spiritual energy gradually dried up. If it was going to die, she had to leave as well. The most precious thing about life was that it happened to people on the way. If they met, they would stay together, and that was all.

You Duan'er walked step by step to the old master's entrance. Xuan Hong had said before that he would return. She could not say whether she believed it or not, but she had secretly planted hope in her heart. However … Even if he were to come back, she wouldn't be able to see him.

The Cloud Carriage rose into the air, and his line of sight was gradually covered by the clouds. Closing the curtain, You'er gently closed her eyes. The last time she was using the Cloud Carriage was around 300 years ago. Similarly, the Cloud Carriage imprisoned her alone in the desolate mountain. This time … You Duan'er pursed her lips. This was probably the last time.

Yun Che had safely arrived at his destination and the six black-clothed men were nowhere to be seen. Soon after, a group of guards locked her in a room. You Duan'er took a furtive glance at the number of guards outside the door. Was he afraid of someone running away? If she could escape, she would have done so three hundred years ago. Not long after, two old women, together with eight female servants, came in and paid their respects.

The wooden barrel was filled with boiling hot water, making people dizzy. Just like that, You Zui was stripped naked and thrown into the bucket. She suddenly thought of the chicken that she had roasted in the cave. To remove its feathers, she had also thrown it into the hot water.

This must be some kind of evil retribution. You Duan'er thought like this and inadvertently saw a servant girl frowning. Following her line of sight, You Zui saw the carrion paste on her arm that was specifically used to protect her from ghosts. The little servant girl had a tender skin, her eyes were watery, and she wore a green satin dress, like a small spring onion.

As Little Spring watched, the movements of his hands slowed down. An old woman beside him sensed this and let out a soft cough. Little Spring regained his senses and was glared fiercely by the old woman. The old woman looked to be in her forties or fifties. Her brown clothes covered her snow-white collar. Two silver hairpins and a small jade comb were tied up her hair, making her look very clean.

You Duan'er felt very comfortable being served by these people. It was so comfortable that he almost forgot that he was a dying man. Little Spring had changed into a new set of clothes for her, and the old woman had even helped her to change into a new one. The maidservant brought the mirror, and You'er shook her head, telling her to step back. After the group was ready, they respectfully took their leave. Not a single sound could be heard from the large room.

He just sat there quietly until it was dark. Someone came in and lit the candle. You Duan'er pursed her lips and didn't say a word.

A few people brought the dishes over and set them on a table. You'er took a glance at the extravagant and outrageous dishes and frowned.

The four maidservants served her meals, and she felt a sense of familiarity that she hadn't felt in a long time. It was because she was familiar with him that she hated him. After three people had left, You Ziteng took a look at the little spring onion who was serving her for a bath and said, "You can stay."

Little Spring looked surprised, but a servant was a servant. She had no right to say no.

"Are you afraid of me?" she asked, taking advantage of the candlelight. Little Spring shook his head vigorously, his earrings swinging furiously.

You Duan'er glanced at the chopsticks, grabbed a greasy chicken leg with her bare hands and handed it over to Little Spring. The little spring onion looked up at You Duan, then glanced outside the door and timidly picked up the chicken leg.

However, she ate very delicately. Her four fingers were carefully pinching the chicken leg. She slowly tore off a small mouthful of meat like a little kitten and quietly chewed it with a pout.

You know, the day she was born, she was standing outside the hall, listening to the heart-wrenching screams. The midwife rushed in and out, and the basin she brought out was filled with red blood. She was so scared that goosebumps appeared all over her body, and the old nanny touched her head and said, "Every woman has to go through this."

Snow began to fall from the sky, falling into her eyes. The ice was cold, but when she reached out her hand to touch it, the snow turned into a drop of water that slid down her cheek.

The loud and clear cry of a baby could be heard from the hall. A maidservant who passed by smiled and greeted her, "Congratulations, Wang Ji. You have a little sister."

The first time she saw her was when she was in the arms of her nurse. The little figure's eyes were dark and rolling, and there were two pink patches of red on her snow-white skin.

She reached out to touch her, but was grabbed by her chubby hand and indiscriminately stuffed into her mouth.

She cried out in alarm, but was rescued by the mama. The mama resisted her laughter and let the wet nurse feed A-Rui. At that time, she had thought that her Ali was a glutton.

The candle flame flickered in her eyes. Seeing that she was lost in thought, the little spring onion looked a little timid. It took a few bites of the chicken leg and reluctantly put it back on the table. The corner of You Zui's mouth curled into a smile. He poured a cup of tea in his hand and passed it to her. "I'll help you get rid of your boredom."

When Little Spring saw that she was smiling sincerely, he openly accepted her offer. You'er looked at the dishes on the table. She picked a few dishes along with some rice and ate them. Then, she wrapped herself in a quilt and fell asleep.

The next day, it was still Little Spring who served her. After washing up, a few guards came to take her to the last place in the village.

Raising her head to look at the golden dragon plaque, the words "intimidating the world" entered her eyes, replacing the words she had personally written before, "blessed by all". That was her first plaque, bearing her pride and love. Now, You Ziteng lowered his eyes. It had been more than 300 years, and indeed, everything had changed.

The throne of the hall was empty. A unfamiliar man walked towards her, dismissed the guards, and led her to the west wing.

The large room was filled with guards and maids holding their breath. There was a small white jade table with a meal on it and a burning incense in the distance. There was no smell of anything particular, but every breath was filled with a faint warmth that made people uncontrollably relax.

You Duan'er looked at the white brocade dragon robe on his body. His dark pupils were like a pool of stagnant water.

"Your Majesty," the man said softly, "We have brought him."

Emperor Chen was the emperor of the four God Tribes, the emperor of the seven God Cardinals, the master of the Thousand Empire Mountain, the emperor of the Thousand Dawn Palace, and the enemy of Wandering Child.

The golden-scaled dragon was coiled on the crown of his hair, and the dragon was holding a piece of blood crystal in its mouth. According to legend, that was a treasure of the Thousand Empire Mountain, and the root veins of the Thousand Empire Mountain were hidden inside it.

"Your Majesty," the man looked at You Duan'er and reported, "It has been cleaned up." Suddenly, a bad premonition arose in his heart. You Duan'er grabbed the man and said, "What do you mean, cleaned up?" The man looked at her sympathetically and lowered his eyes, "When the evildoers of the mountains are in trouble, the people below will not be at peace. We should have dealt with them a long time ago." Monster? No peace? Deal with it? She was the greatest monster, the one that caused the entire Myriad Palace to be disturbed. That's right, she should have been dealt with a long time ago. The vile species was raised by Imperial Consort Ju's unclean nature and was unfaithful in nature. With a lowly bloodline, there will be dirt for tens of thousands of dynasties. "

The imperial edict was like the ice-cold slurred words of a nightmare that came back to her in the middle of the night. Every time it made her wish she was dead.

You Zian'er ruthlessly sneered. She had fled for more than 300 years, endured more than 300 years, endured more than 300 years of suffering, was it not enough? Was she unable to avoid it in the end?

"Kill me." She finally shed a tear, and the tear rolled down her clean cheek and fell to the crystal floor, breaking into pieces.

No hate, no love, torturing each other, punishing each other, she had had enough.

Emperor Chen's expression was indifferent. He put down the jade scroll in his hand and gently shook his head. "You are not worthy." Not worthy? You Duan'er cried, but then smiled.

When she was eight years old, she had fallen out of the pool in a hurry. When she woke up, the first person she saw was him. His eyes were red, and she didn't know if it was tears or water on his face.

Afterwards, she heard her servant say that in order to save her, who was left with only one breath left, he had almost exhausted all of his cultivation. In addition, he had taken care of her for seven days and seven nights without taking off his clothes.

However, at this moment, he was still Emperor Chen. He still lived in the Thousand Empire Mountain and still controlled the life and death of the entire world. However, he was no longer her father who was willing to risk his life for her.

You Zou'er wiped the tears off her face. "Since you hate me so much, why did you want to see me again?"

"It's not me who wants to see you," he said in a low voice.

"It's the man that just brought her in. He took her away for no reason." "Where to?" Wandering Child tried his best to suppress the discomfort in his heart. The man slightly bowed his head. "Wang Ji, have you forgotten the path to the Myriad Temple?" "I'm not Wang Ji," she said, turning away.

All the elders of the Myriad Palace knew how she had been stripped of her divine records. After removing the divine bones, she was never some Wang Ji. She was just a person abandoned and exiled.