Chapter Eighty-Seven: Jing Mei's Morning Death (Must Read)

  The night is cool and dewy, the snow has stopped, but the air is still bitterly cold.

  Clouds float and roll, under the night sky, the moon is like a curved hook, emitting a clear and cold light. The pouring white moonlight, like smoke, slowly falls on the entire earth, illuminating the snowy ground with a silver whiteness.

  It was now the third watch of the night, and all sounds had ceased. The bright moonlight illuminated a large mansion deep in the forest, making it seven or eight parts bright.

  Only this large mansion is seen, the terrain is secretive, occupying a vast area, with luxurious buildings, the house has a unique style, with fake mountains and courtyards.

  But at this time of universal quietude, the outer precincts of the large mansion were guarded with deep vigilance.

  Every place has a highly skilled martial artist in charge, preventing enemy invasion.

  In such a heavily guarded and strict place, the luxurious mansion is the Luosha Pavilion in the Tianxuan Dynasty, which makes both the imperial court and the martial arts world change color!

  Luocha Pavilion is an assassination organization, as long as you can afford the price, they can kill anyone for you! Moreover, Luocha Pavilion has risen for over a hundred years and has already established itself in the Tianxuan Imperial Court. However, people do not know the true location of Luocha Pavilion. After all, except for the high-level members within Luocha Pavilion, those who knew its location have long since become dead men.

  But at this moment, in this quiet and peaceful moment, a tall and majestic black figure is treading on the icy corridor, slowly strolling under the moonlight.

  The moonlight was like water, deeply outlining his slender figure.

  A magnificent black python robe, a sable fur cloak of the same color, and a head of raven-black hair tied back with a black satin ribbon.

  Under the faint moonlight, on that cold and stern face, there was a hint of softness.

  Those deep and narrow eagle eyes quietly gazed into the distance, but the sparkling lights in his eyes made the originally cold man have a few more human touches. He was no longer as unapproachable as before.

  The cold wind blows by, gently swaying the winter plum blossoms in the courtyard.

  Under the moonlight, only those cold plum trees can be seen, with sturdy branches and sparse shadows slanting across. Even in this severe cold, they still stand proudly, blooming red and green.

  The fragrance of plum blossoms wafted through the air, carried by the cold wind, adding a touch of elegance and refinement to the already quiet night.

  Gazing quietly at the distant plum blossoms, a faint scent of plum blossoms wafted into his nostrils, but Guimai thought of that one time in the small wooden hut where he smelled the faintly fragrant rose scent.

  So fragrant and pleasant, making it unforgettable for eternity.

  There's also that delicate face, with an ever-changing expression. Although he had only been with her for a short time, he had already seen many different sides of her.

  From the initial cold indifference, it was like this chilly plum blossom. However, when she smiled sweetly, she became as beautiful as thousands and thousands of pear flowers blooming, every word and movement, every frown and smile deeply attracted his gaze, and finally left a deep impression on his heart.

  Thinking of this, the ghost's heart moved and his footsteps turned, quickly returning to his own room.

  This is a room with black and white tones as the main color.

  The room is very spacious, with an antique flavor. White floor-to-ceiling curtains, a black sandalwood carved flower big bed, black and white bedding, the screen is also made of black sandalwood, and the floor is covered with pure white sheep wool carpet, silent to the ground.

  The three sides of the white wall in the room have no extra decorations and are very simple and elegant.

  However, paired with the black and white tones, the whole room looks a bit cold, just like its owner.

  Only at this moment, the ghost pushed open the carved wooden door with force, and immediately bypassed the bead curtain to come to a black carved large desk. With a wave of his big hand, he spread out a sheet of white rice paper on the desktop.

  Then those bony hands picked up the brush beside, dipped in black ink, and quickly painted on that clean white rice paper.

  The house had no lights on, only the bright moonlight from outside shone through the carved window, and the silk lanterns hung under the eaves swayed in the cold wind, making the inside even more desolate.

  However, this has no effect on the ghost at all.

  Having been accustomed to darkness for many years, even in a place where he couldn't see his hand in front of him, he could still see the surrounding objects clearly.

  Moreover, his room was in complete darkness all year round.

  Because he was accustomed to darkness, he belonged to Yan Luo's envoy of darkness. Light did not suit him.

  Moreover, he liked to stand alone in a corner of his room every night, or wander in the depths of the forest where no one was around, letting loneliness, quietness and darkness surround him tightly, so that he could think more easily. Let his heart be even colder!

  At this moment, I see a ghostly figure holding a brush, under the bright moonlight, slowly drawing something on that pure and flawless rice paper.

  The cold wind howls and blows, blowing the plum blossoms outside to sway, with a faint fragrance floating around. It blows the curtains in the house to fly about, the beaded curtain sways, and emits a crisp and clear ringing sound.

  But at this moment, the man in black standing in front of the desk was calm and composed, seemingly unaffected by his surroundings.

  It was unclear how much time had passed before the man gently put down the brush in his hand.

  Those slender, cool and thin hands gently picked up the just completed painting, and those deep, dark eyes like a night sky swiftly swept across with a hint of tenderness.

  And then he lifted up the painting with a gentle movement, so careful and cautious, as if what he was holding was not a painting, but his most treasured treasure.

  The moon is curved like a hook, its color clear and white, gently sprinkled on that vivid and lifelike painting.

  All that was seen was a delicate and beautiful young girl painted on the painting scroll.

  Her eyebrows are like a dark, delicate line, her eyes are like water, her face is as smooth as jade, her forehead is as white as spring snow, and her red lips are enchanting. This is a stunning beauty that can drive men and women all over the world crazy.

  Looking at the woman in the painting, the man's eyes are filled with tender emotions like the sea. Those thin lips, slightly curled up, bring out a smile that is so stunning and captivating.

  /Extremely literary/

  As if the thousand-year-old ice and snow had just melted, the colors bestowed upon her soul, and the glory was turned upside down!

  However, this smile of his fell into someone's eyes and suddenly changed that person's face.

  Under the clear moonlight, amidst a cluster of plum blossoms, a slender figure in purple attire stood hidden deep within the flowers, quietly gazing at the man inside the house.

  Those enchanting eyes, when looking at the man, were filled with deep affection and gentleness, yet carried a hint of sadness.

  He stood quietly among the flowers, undaunted by the biting cold, and on his slender body, he had long been covered with heavy dew and thin ice.

  However, he seemed completely unaware, his gentle and deep gaze was enough to drown people.

  However, his eyes were deep with emotion, and when he saw the man in black inside the house pick up that painting, the cold and unfeeling face that was as icy as a thousand-year-old glacier actually revealed a rare hint of tenderness.

  This gentle affection, he had longed for many years, but never got. Originally thought that a man's heart is cold, so everything is cold and icy, but at this moment, he finally knew that a man's heart is not cold, it turns out there are also warm moments, however, it's not for him...

  At this thought, a hint of resentment and jealousy flashed across the charming eyes of the purple-robed man, who stared straight at the painting scroll in the black-robed man's hand.

  Unfortunately, due to the distance being too far, he couldn't see clearly the faces of the people in the painting.

  However, relying solely on his intuition, the man in purple understood that the person in the painting must have held a very important position in the heart of the man in black.

  After all, they have been through life and death together for many years. From the silent and nameless killer, they supported each other, gritted their teeth, and eliminated the people who did not obey them in the Luo Ye Pavilion, step by step, to reach their current position.

  Years of mutual support, what is the heart of a ghost, he also understands a little.

  The demon has been living in hatred for many years, silently gritting his teeth to avenge his mother, and only after hardships did he climb to his current position.

  He knew that ghosts were outwardly cold and decorated with no emotions, but in fact, he was the most concerned about emotional ties.

  If it weren't for love, he wouldn't have lived such a painful life.

  Often, looking at the ghost standing alone under the moonlight, that figure is so lonely, like a lost child who has lost direction, it makes him heartache, heartache to the point of wanting to hold him tightly in his arms...

  Tell him, actually, he is not alone, because, he will always be with him...

  What a pity...

  "Who's there? Come out!"

  Just as the man in purple was sighing, a cold voice suddenly rang out, like a gust of wind that pierced through the bones, and directly swept towards him.

  His heart skipped a beat, knowing that his whereabouts had been exposed. The purple-robed man could no longer hide himself, so he stretched out his hand to gently push aside the plum blossom in front of him and slowly walked forward.

  Under the moonlight, the cold wind howled and blew, blowing up his purple robe, those blood-red peonies emitted a faint red glow under the moonlight, vaguely revealing a bloody and eerie beauty that was bone-chillingly beautiful.

  "Charm, is me."

  You Yue spoke in a soft and gentle voice, his tone was flat and slow, but it carried a sensual beauty, just like the feeling he gave people, delicate and beautiful, yet soul-stirring.

  With a body covered in snow, his clothes fluttering, and steps light as a feather, he turned around to see that the ghostly figure had already arrived beside him.

  Her black hair was as smooth as silk, hanging straight down, and under the moonlight, it emitted a soft and gentle glow.

  Although he was a man, his face had no makeup, but his skin was extremely tender and delicate, especially those charming eyes that lightly raised, were enchanting and revealing a captivating charm, even surpassing women, enough to drive men all over the world crazy!

  However, when the ghost saw the approaching person, he only frowned slightly and immediately returned to his usual cold and proud demeanor.

  Those narrow, long and profound eagle eyes, as black and deep as the thousand-year-old mysterious ice, the thousand-year-old still water, without a ripple. Which covered the gentle affection like water just now, with deep and sincere feelings.

  At this, Yuèyuè's heart sank, and a faint pain arose. Those enchanting eyes that could capture one's soul flashed with a hint of melancholy, but the melancholic hue was fleeting, making it impossible to grasp.

  Because he knew that if he dared to reveal his true feelings in front of the ghost, from then on, he would never be able to see the ghost again, nor could he get as close to him as he was now.

  The heart-wrenching pain made the dim moonlight even more obscure, and it increasingly envied the people in the ghostly paintings.

  Why can he show such a gentle smile to the people in the painting, but to him, he is forever cold and icy, could it be that for him, he will always just be his subordinate, partner, but not...

  Thinking of this, You Yue's charming eyes sparkled with interest, wondering who could capture the heart of Gui Mei and make him so infatuated. Unfortunately, just as his gaze was about to fall on the painting, Gui Mei quickly rolled up the scroll with both hands, preventing him from seeing the person in the painting.

  At this sight, You Yue's beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly, but she remained silent.

  Never knew what was on Yui's mind, the ghost on the other side rolled up the painting in his hand into a scroll and carefully preserved it in a brocade box.

  Watching the ghostly figure's every move, each one revealing meticulous care, made the other ghosts look at him with increasing jealousy. However, he hid his thoughts, a faint, enigmatic smile playing on his lips, but his hands, concealed in his sleeves, were clenched into tight fists, the force so great that his fingernails dug three inches into his palms, drawing blood, yet he felt no pain.

  Until the ghostly figure carefully collected the painting scroll in his hand, the eagle's eyes lifted, and his profound gaze, which was both piercing and insightful into human nature, made You Yue's heart skip a beat.

  After all, the ghostly gaze was so sharp that he looked at him like this, as if he was using an invisible knife to dig open his chest and see through his thoughts.

  His face turned white in an instant, but You Yue's expression remained calm and collected on the surface. A faint smile played on her lips, yet unbeknownst to others, that smile was a manifestation of her inner weakness and helplessness.

  Also made the ghostly eagle's eyes flicker for a moment, but never spoke, just staring straight at him.

  This silent gaze is what makes people's hearts panic and become disordered. It also makes the usually fearless You Yue, at this moment, feel extremely flustered, her heart racing like a drum, as if it was going to jump out of her chest.

  Everyone in the Luocha Pavilion knew that the deputy pavilion master was ruthless and unpredictable, with a gentle yet piercing demeanor. Apart from the pavilion master himself, he was the person most feared by everyone else.

  Because he can kill people in the blink of an eye, invisible and formless, the smile on his face is even more enchanting and bone-penetrating. Sometimes, it's often more terrifying than a ghostly charm that has been cold and proud for years.

  However, people don't know that one thing can counteract another, and ghosts and demons have always been the greatest obstacle in You Yue's life...

  "Charm, why look at me like that?"

  He really couldn't bear the sharp and silent gaze of the ghost, and after a long time, he finally couldn't help but ask.

  He thought a ghost was aware of something, his heart tensed up with anxiety, and a chill ran down his back.

  The ghost finally opened his thin lips after a long silence and said in a cold voice.

  "Are you hurt?"

  Brief and eerie, always in a ghostly style.

  However, Gu Mei's words made You Yue completely let out a breath of relief.

  I thought he had noticed something, but actually...

  And is he concerned about himself now?

  Thinking of this possibility, You Yue's mind was immediately replaced by a wave of wild joy.

  Her delicate face was slightly lowered, but the smile at the corner of her mouth was deep and radiant.

  "It's all right, just a slight injury, don't worry."

  "Young Moon said in a soft voice, but her heart was sweet and pleasant."

  Originally, he had a belly full of resentment when he returned to Luocheng Pavilion.

  After all, this immortal grass, he had been searching for many years, but never found it. Fortunately, Qingruifeng from the Death Valley brought back a strand of immortal grass, so he went alone to find the immortal grass.

  Originally, he had to get this immortal grass, and for it, even if there were dragons and tigers in front of him, they couldn't stop his footsteps.

  Moreover, he didn't even put in his eyes those who went to grab the immortal grass with him.

  After all, who dares to rob something from Vice President Luocha's mansion? It's like pulling teeth from a tiger's mouth - asking for death.

  So, for Xianren Grass, he was destined to get it, and thought that this time he would definitely get it, but unexpectedly, something unexpected happened!

  After dealing with the man-eating bird that day, he saw the girl who was fighting with it for the man-eating grass fall into a trap. He didn't dare to move recklessly because he knew there were traps around, so he took every step with caution. Unexpectedly, in the end, the dense blood smell attracted several man-eating birds.

  Dealing with a man-eating bird was still manageable for him, but if there were several more, he couldn't guarantee it.

  But he was still a few steps away, the Xianren grass he had been searching for many years was about to be obtained, and his lifelong dream was also about to come true. Unfortunately, he still failed.

  Although he killed all the man-eating birds, he was seriously injured in the end. In his current state, continuing on would undoubtedly be going to his death.

  Although he had many regrets in his heart, he could only give up.

  Because he couldn't get the immortal grass, he had been in a bad mood for several days. However, all his irritability dissipated when he heard the demon's words, because wasn't the demon concerned about him now?

  You Yue's heart was racing with excitement, but he didn't notice that his face had turned a bit pale just now, so Gui Mei casually asked him and wasn't too worried.

  After all, his heart was cold and he didn't care about anything outside, but except for her...

  In his mind, the ghostly gaze fell on that scroll again, and it seemed that a place in his heart had softened.

  What is she doing now?

  I don't know if she is thinking of him like he is...

  ……

  At the same time, in the Sixth Prince's estate...

  Braving the biting wind that pierced to the bone, Han Xi's eyes were fixed on the horse as it galloped non-stop day and night, finally returning at top speed to the Sixth Prince's estate.

  It was already the third watch of the night when I returned to the other courtyard.

  It was the coldest time of day.

  That biting wind was like a knife that cut through everything, slashing down relentlessly.

  Even with a thick scarf wrapped around her face, Han Hui's cheeks still felt frozen.

  The numbness was so intense that it felt as if all sensation had disappeared.

  But at this moment, she didn't have the heart to care about these things anymore.

  Because she was holding the sacred grass, she only wanted to use her fastest speed to return to the other courtyard and save that beautiful, weak and pitiful sleeping beauty!

  The cold wind howled and the "tata" sound of horseshoes echoed continuously through the forest path, especially clear on this quiet night.

  But even if the horseshoe sound was louder, it couldn't compare to Han Xi's heartbeat at this moment.

  Excited, overjoyed, jumping for joy.

  Even if it's bitterly cold, but as she sees the direction of the other courtyard getting closer and closer, soon to see that gentle and beautiful man again, Han Xi only feels that the immortal grass in her heart is like a heating body, warming her whole person through.

  Just thinking about it, from now on, Xuan Mei Chen would no longer be tormented by the poison of sleep, and could feel warmth, just like ordinary people, Han Xi Tong's heart was filled with joy.

  Although she had only been with Xuan Mei Chen for a short few days, she really liked him.

  That kind of fondness, not romantic love, but a deep affection for someone who is like a close friend. Although they had long passed that stage in their relationship, at the time she was forced to do so out of necessity.

  However, after getting in touch with Jing Mei Chen later on, she genuinely wanted to be friends with him.

  Although he doesn't talk much and she's usually the one speaking, when they're together, she always feels extremely at peace.

  With him by her side, she felt no pressure. So, such a wonderful person, she really wanted to take him on a tour of the world, to enjoy life, try things he had lost before, and see him sweep away his worries, regain happiness on his face, that feeling must be very beautiful.

  The more she thought about it, Han Xi's mouth curved up slightly, and her eyes also held a faint smile.

  As he approached the other courtyard, Han Xi's eyes tightened on the reins, and with a loud sound of horseshoes, the originally closed heavy vermilion gate creaked open.

  Han Xi Tong saw him and quickly jumped off the carriage. With a flick of the reins, he handed the horse over to the little servant who opened the door.

  Because her heart was filled with Xuan Mi Chen, Han Xi Tong naturally didn't notice the sadness on that little servant's face. Nor did she notice the eerie atmosphere in the other courtyard...

  It's already the third watch of the night, and it should be quiet everywhere, but at this moment, in another courtyard, the lights are shining brightly, as if all the people have gathered together, making it hard to fall asleep.

  Inside the other courtyard, there are pavilions and buildings, artificial hills and winding corridors, arranged in a harmonious and orderly manner.

  A dense black cloud gently covered the bright crescent moon, causing the originally silver-white snow to be instantly overlaid with a layer of gloom.

  A lantern hung high, swaying back and forth with the biting cold wind. The tree's shadow was mottled.

  The cold wind howled through the air, and the "whooshing" sound of the wind was like a group of mournful women sighing in sorrow, crying...

  Returning to the other courtyard, Han Xi's eyes were originally filled with wild joy, her footsteps swift as she took a familiar path towards Xuan Mei Chen's residence.

  However, the more she walked into Xuan Mei Chen's courtyard, the more a thread of fear and unease rose in her heart.

  Her heart was racing, her feet were numb, and she felt as if she was about to lose something precious. It also made Han Xi's eyes lose their sparkle from earlier, and her footsteps became even heavier.

  Finally, footsteps slowly stopped in front of Xuan Mei Chen's residence, and Han Xi Dian did not take another step forward.

  Because of her inner fear, as she approached the courtyard, it was as if an invisible big hand had tightly grasped her heart, making her almost unable to breathe.

  Just then, her right eyelid suddenly twitched violently, and Han Xi's heart skipped a beat. She bit her red lips tightly and quickly crossed the front yard. However, just as she was about to push open the intricately carved door, a mournful cry suddenly came from inside the room.

  "No... Your Highness, why are you so cruel..."

  Heart-wrenching wails, such anguish, heartbroken and grief-stricken.

  Han Xi Tong heard this, her heart shook, her eyes widened, and with a "bang" sound, she pushed the carved wooden door in front of her open with both hands, and rushed into the room like a whirlwind.

  The room with an antique flavor, incomparable elegance, simplicity, just like the owner inside.

  The azure curtain was blown open by the wooden door, and a gentle arc was raised, extremely soft and beautiful.

  A blue-green carpet, silently falling to the ground.

  A golden bronze incense burner, musk wafts and fills the whole house.

  That big night pearl, in the dark, emits a bright light yellow glow, illuminating all around the room.

  Everything before her eyes is so familiar. Even if she leaves here for more than ten days, Han Xi feels like she has never left this place.

  Every scene and object here, even if she closes her eyes, can be thought of.

  Because this is Xuan Mei Chen's room, every place has his shadow.

  It's just a pity that now, things are no longer as they used to be.

  She came back, but he...

  The heart that was once jumping wildly is now so quiet, as if it has already shattered and disappeared.

  Han Xi's throat felt like it was stuffed with a piece of cotton at this moment, wanting to speak but unable to utter another word.

  My legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with mercury.

  But she still walked step by step towards that sky blue big bed.

  Her eyes were wide open, with bloodshot in her eyes, that was what she knew after days of non-stop galloping.

  But at this moment, those scarlet eyes were wide open, and they were filled with incredulity, unbelief, and unspeakable sorrow...

  Because she finally arrived in front of Xuan Mei Chen's bed, her eyes first fell on the face of Qing Mei who was crying with a broken heart.

  Watching Qingmei with tears streaming down her face, but those eyes, filled with sorrow and resentment, seemed to want to tear her into a million pieces.

  Li Dafu, who was standing beside her, also shook his head with a painful expression when he saw her, and a drop of old tear fell from the corner of his eye...

  Finally, Han Xi's gaze slowly fell on the absolutely beautiful person lying on the bed.

  Still his favorite light blue shirt, setting off his skin so white.

  But that white was a dead silence, almost transparent.

  It's as if he will gradually disappear from sight.

  That absolutely beautiful face was extremely calm, as if she had thoroughly fallen asleep.

  But this sleep will be one from which I will never wake again...

  "He..."

  It wasn't easy, but Hanhee finally found her voice again. However, just saying that one word seemed to have exhausted all her energy.

  But what answered her was Qing Mei with tears all over her face, shouting loudly at Suli.

  "Your Highness... is dead..."

  Digression

  No way, no money, just die then~