Assassin's Biographies

Chapter 11

Hold the flute in your hand. "

The imperial physician nodded: "Then tomorrow morning, young master, don't forget to change the medicine, twice a day."

Zhi Ming asked some precautions, then waved the imperial doctor out, and Fang Ye also out, and sat beside Murongli.

Just now Murongli's reply said "I want to hold the flute with this hand", so there is no injury, the more Zhi Ming thinks about it, the more he feels something is wrong, does this mean that if he doesn't hold the flute, he will also be injured?

What kind of logic is this?

Therefore, after Zhi Ming sat down next to Murong Li, he immediately expressed his doubts: "A Li, how did you get hurt?"

Murong Li was startled.

This wound is obviously new, and it must have been injured after coming here. Apart from being with Zhi Ming during this time, it was the hour when he said he wanted to rest.

The fact is indeed true, this injury was not done by someone else, but by Murongli himself with his sword.

Chungou, Qiansheng, Yunzang, Yanzhi, the four swords were stained with his blood, and finally he was able to draw the Xingming sword out of its sheath.

This is a secret technique. The fortunes of the four kingdoms each engrave four swords, and when combined, the sword of the emperor can be born.So Yuxuan couldn't take over Xingming as he wished no matter what, because Murongli refused.

Now there is only one master of the Four Swords, and that is Murongli, so naturally only he can know this secret.

But at this time, it is a difficult problem to make up an excuse to fool the current situation.

Murongli didn't speak, Zhiming was silent for a while, then picked up the Xingming Sword he got just now: "Is it because of it?"

Murongli was still silent, it was a tacit consent.

Zhi Ming thought for a while, and guessed: "You want to sharpen it, use blood?"

He didn't know the allusion of the Sword of the Son of Heaven, so naturally he couldn't guess the cause and effect.But after hearing his guess, Murong Li thought it was a good excuse, so he admitted: "Yes."

Zhi Ming put down the sword, and met Murongli's eyes seriously: "If you know that Ah Li will be injured, what does this king want with such a sword?"

Murong Li was stunned for a moment, and was about to say that it was the Son of Heaven Sword, did you know that, but the calmness accumulated for a long time stopped him, and finally he just said: "This sword is very rare."

Zhi Ming didn't hesitate: "Even if it is the best sword in the world, if it hurts you, I won't like it."

"..." Murongli put his hand on the hilt of the Xing Ming Sword, looked at the sword and said in a low voice, "You don't like it?"

Seeing that Murong Li seemed a little depressed, Zhi Ming panicked: "No, no, I don't like it!" He wished he could slap himself, Ah Li rarely gave him something, and he still said he didn't like it, what a fool.

Murongli raised his eyes to look at Zhiming, and suddenly showed a smile: "There's nothing you can do if you don't like it, you pull|pull him out|out|."

His pale face regained a bit of color at this time, with delicate eyebrows and facial features, his smile was light and shallow, like a heavenly man.

Even the best painters can't capture the slightest bit of charm. Such a figure, probably only those who really put him in their hearts can write like a god and depict the most profound appearance.

Zhi Ming just stared at him infatuatedly, not knowing how much deep meaning is contained in this sentence.

It is the fate of him and his past, and it is also the ending of his separation and separation in the future.

Before Dawn

Zhi Ming forced Murongli to rest in the tent and was not allowed to go out.In order to make him feel at ease, Zhi Ming called Mo Ji in front of him, instructed him to deal with the hostess, and then asked Mo Ji to step back and do as he did.

When Zhi Ming explained these things to Mo Ji, Murong Li looked at him from the sidelines with a calm expression, but there were some complicated emotions in his heart that he had not expressed.

But it's been a while since I've seen the person whom I hated at that time to "eat and wait to die", now he is so skillful and thoughtful in handling things.

During this period of time, he must learn so much, it must be difficult.

But he still persists until now, is... for what?

After Mo Ji left, Zhi Ming immediately turned his head to Murong Li and said with a smile: "Ah Li, can you rest assured now?"

What he said to Mo Ji just now was very detailed, probably because he was afraid that something might be wrong, which would cause Murong Li to worry.

Fortunately, the result was extremely satisfactory.

Murongli nodded, followed his words and stayed honestly, and never said that he wanted to see the person who came here.

This finally let Zhi Ming breathe a sigh of relief.After all, he could never refuse what Murongli said.If Murongli insisted on going out, he would at most persuade him a few more words, but in the end he had to obey.

He managed to keep Murongli, Zhiming was afraid that he would be bored, so he simply didn't go out by himself, and just stayed here to talk with Murongli.

After a long separation, the two naturally have a lot to talk about.But the question Murongli wants to ask the most is why Zhiming came here suddenly.

What Zhiming said back then still rings in my ears—he said that he didn't want the world, and he didn't want to be a co-lord.

Obviously a person with a pure heart and no intention of power.

Since he was confused, Murongli asked directly: "Your Majesty, why did you come to Tianxuan all of a sudden?"

Zhi Ming was stunned for a moment, acting like you didn't know: "Didn't Ah Li say that when the king wants this world, you should tell this king what you want. Of course, this king will come."

"..."

Murongli seemed to lose his words all of a sudden, and just looked at Zhiming quietly.

Is it because of... because of me?

He obviously didn't want to get involved in disputes but chose to lead his troops here, even though he knew how many hardships and ups and downs there were ahead of this road, how many dangers and winds and snows there were.

He did not hesitate to give up the peaceful life he had been accustomed to for many years, endured all kinds of rejections in his nature, learned to be a director, and learned to train soldiers.

Just for that sentence?

"...Your Majesty really wants to know?"

Zhi Ming nodded his head as a matter of course: "This king came here for this."

Not far away, trekking through mountains and rivers.

Just waiting for this answer, and waiting for the moment when the person who is thinking about it is willing to open his heart to himself.

Can you get your wish?

"Okay." Murong Li responded, turned his head slightly and turned his eyes to the side, as if subconsciously not looking at the person opposite.

Then he said slowly: "Your Majesty, do you know Yao Guang?"

To be honest, before this, Murongli never thought about what kind of reply he would be waiting for.

Because he never thought that one day he would confess his identity to someone.In the original idea, on this road ahead, apart from Yaoguang's old man, there is only myself.

Dark night frost and snow, wind and rain.

Originally there was only myself.

But the moment he said those words, he was relieved.While feeling relaxed, Murongli also thought of Zhi Ming's possible reaction, surprise, curiosity, bewilderment, all possible.

But he never expected that after hearing this, Zhi Ming just nodded his head as usual, and said clearly, "Ah Li, do you want to restore your homeland?"

His tone was calm, just like the ones he used to ask every day, what A Li wants and what he likes - generally natural.

Murongli looked at Zhiming suddenly, but his expression was full of incredulity, almost panic: "What did you say?"

first light

On the contrary, Zhi Ming was taken aback by Murong Li's appearance, and said at a loss: "Isn't that what Ah Li meant?"

The meaning is naturally the meaning, there is nothing wrong with it.But--

Murongli stared straight at Zhiming: "Your Majesty knows my identity?"

Zhi Ming nodded blankly: "I know, I know."

Murongli fell silent for a moment, he didn't expect such an answer.The habit of vigilance he had cultivated for a long time suddenly emerged at this moment, and he immediately began to think about what went wrong.

In the past three years, there was only one time when Zhi Ming suspected that he was acting secretly, and there was no other action after that.

So Murongli always thought that his identity would not be known by Tianquan people.

Murongli looked at Zhiming and confirmed in a low voice: "Then who am I?"

Holding on to the last possibility, Murongli thought, what if Zhiming only thinks that he is an old man from Yaoguang?

It can't be messed up so easily.

However, Zhiming's answer is direct and accurate: "A Li is the prince of Yaoguang."

"……you know?"

Zhiming nodded: "This king already knew about it, and Ah Li didn't think about hiding it from me, did he?"

Murong Li was stunned for a moment.

That's a good point.

When he was in Tianquan, he never deliberately concealed anything.There is no other reason, just unwillingness.

Maybe it was because of Xiang Xutai, the tallest in the palace, and for the Yuqiong flowers planted all over Xiangxutai, anyway, he didn't want to calculate Zhi Ming like he did to other people.

Seeing that Murongli didn't speak, Zhi Ming felt a little flustered, and carefully pulled Murongli's hand: "A Li, you want to restore the country, can I help you?"

After a long while, a slight smile appeared on Murongli's exquisite face, as if he had figured something out, a soft light flashed in his eyes.

"it is good."

When he spoke, his eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved, and his tone was soft, which was brighter than ever before.

This rare warmth stunned Zhi Ming, and Zhi Ming cautiously approached him, looked at him carefully, and said: "Is this what Ah Li wants?"

Murong Li nodded with a smile, and there was a clear light in his eyes.

Because of such a smile, Zhi Ming has no doubts that at this moment Murong Li wants the entire right of heaven, and he is willing to give it to him.

This is what Prince Yaoguang looked like back then, right?

At that time, he was a carefree young man with a bright smile and clear eyes, as if he could gather the light of the entire starry sky in his eyes.

Instead of him in the later stage, Su Ying was alone, repelling others for thousands of miles, as if no amount of enthusiasm could melt the frost in his heart.

The more she wears the bright red and complicated clothes, the more she plays a song that makes people cry, the more indifferent she is like a nine-day exile who is far away from the world of mortals.

But he used to be like this.

It turns out that he can laugh like this, like the breeze passing by the mountain spring in the valley, gentle and soft,