Rebirth of the Phoenix

Follow the death

Finally, Kanli slowly walked to Yejiu and asked him: "If we follow you, will you treat us equally?"

Ye Jiu said calmly: "The silhouette army is in me, everyone is a hero. We share blessings and difficulties, and we share them together, without exception!"

Kanli stopped asking, knelt on one knee, made a gesture of the Moyun Aboriginal people worshipping the mountain god, and said solemnly: "Kanli swears to Lord Moyun Mountain God here that Kanli follows General Ye for the rest of his life, and will never be able to do so.

Regret, never betray!”

Everyone was shocked.

For the Mo Yun people, the "mountain god" is the one they admire the most, respect the most, and the only god. The oath they made to the mountain god cannot be violated. Otherwise, they will definitely be despised and Mo people by all Mo Yun people.

The abandonment of Yunshan!

His oath made such a vow would be equivalent to delivering his life and life to Ye Jiu.

After he moved, the other prisoners knelt down on one knee, and acted as usual, and swore in unison: "I swear to Lord Moyun Mountain God, ** I will follow General Ye for the rest of my life, and I will never regret it or betray it!"

This scene is extremely solemn and solemn.

The other soldiers subconsciously straightened their backs, their faces were serious, and they showed respect.

After these Mo Yun men made the oath, Ye Jiu also made the same gesture solemnly: "I - Ye Jiu swears to the God of Mo Yun Mountain, that he will treat the Mo Yun soldiers equally, advance and retreat together, and be honored and disgraced together, and never

Betray and abandon any one!"

The Mo Yun men said in unison: "Thank you for your kindness!"

For some reason, the other soldiers' eyes turned red, and their hostility and dissatisfaction with these Mo Yun's "troubled people" disappeared instantly.

The people of Mo Yun hate the most treason and fear of death. If they decide to follow Ye Jiu, they will be loyal and die for him.

With such a soldier, the Silhouette Army will definitely increase its strength, and Ye Jiu's prestige will definitely rise to another level.

In the Xiliang Palace, Yue Yinghua sighed as she looked at the latest secret report.

Almost everyone thinks Ye Jiu is a bloodthirsty and warlike person, hard, arrogant, and does not know how to "bend". In fact, Ye Jiu's "flexibility" is no less than his "hardness".

Ye Jiu has made his mark and now he thinks it is a very naive thing to understand him and see through him!

"Little Gui, you guessed General Ye's motive correctly. Tell me, what do you want to think?" Yue Yinghua closed the secret report and decided to continue observing, and would no longer make a conclusion about Ye Jiu easily.

Xiaogui is trying hard to help the boss eliminate the supplements sent by the concubines. When he heard this, his eyes lit up: "Really? Young Master, don't you really think I'm too smart and make you lose face? You really

Do you have no objection to me?"

"Nonsense!" Yue Yinghua smiled and knocked his little head, "San Young Master, am I such a petty man?"

"Of course not!" Xiaogui immediately flattered his master's boss, "I just think that the young master is not such a man, so he will speak without restraint and dare to say anything."

"Stop flattering." Yue Yinghua scolded him again, "You must have planned for a long time, tell me, what do you want."

The little turtle's eyes rolled around and laughed: "Young Master, can you keep this request and then fulfill it?"

"What," Yue Yinghua glared at him, "You still want to wait for the price and can't make it?"

"No, absolutely not!" Xiaogui said sincerely, "It's rare that the young master owes me a request. I can't bear to use it so quickly. I want to treasure it well and keep it for later use."

"What a cunning little devil." Yue Yinghua smiled and walked out the door, "I have a fault for you to become like this, so I will let you go. Let's go, I'll take you to Qunfanglou."

"Thank you, young master." The little turtle smiled and followed him happily.

In Fuyun Pavilion, Hongzhuang sat at the desk table, took a deep breath, took off the silver hairpin between her hair, and cut down the dough on the tray.

In the square tray, there was a very flat white dough. She used the thin tip of the silver hairpin to draw the palm-sized map given to her by the third young master in the center of the dough.

After copying the incomplete map with her super memory, she expanded the map bit by bit along the direction of those lines.

Now, she can expand the map one circle. The expanded circle is completely connected with the original map and can also expand infinitely. She is sure that if the real maze is built on the size of that palm.

On top of the map, then, there is absolutely nothing wrong with expanding the map like this.

Although she is still far from the whole picture, she is already very encouraged.

However, the next work was even more difficult, and she could not even draw a path to the end with countless possibilities.

After drawing the dough "canvas", she took a board and pressed it on the dough. The surface of the dough, which had been traced with lines, returned to its smoothness, and she continued to draw a map on the dough.

Drawing with paper, one piece of paper can only be drawn once, and cannot be modified; drawing with sand will easily dissipate and not flattened; drawing with charcoal on the ground is too time-consuming and it is inconvenient to clean the ground, she thought about it

, it is best to use dough.

As she was painting, her thoughts suddenly drifted away.

It's afternoon, the most sleepy moment of the day, and the most vulnerable, negative and distracted moment of people's hearts. She probably fell into this negative emotion and remembered some of her fearlessness.

Things to think about.

She remembered the time when her father taught her how she was when she was a child.

What a beautiful and distant time...

My father at that time was so young, handsome, gentle and elegant, and humble to others, but his eyes and manners revealed the unique aloofness and pride of literati.

At that time, my father loved his daughter as his life. After he finished his business, he rarely went out for social activities and took time out every day to teach her to recognize words and paint.

My father always held her little one in his arms, let her sit on his knees, held her little hand with his right hand, and taught her to write with strokes and strokes, telling her: "If you don't learn, you don't know etiquette, you don't know the world.

So big..."

The beautiful and virtuous mother made fragrant flower tea, prepared exquisite desserts, brought them over, placed them on the table, and sat on the side without disturbing them, and sat on the side sewing clothes.

My mother likes to make clothes, and her family’s clothes are almost all made by her. She asked her if she is not tired of making clothes every day. Her mother always kisses her little face and says, “My children are so beautiful.

Cute, watching you put on the clothes made by your mother, I feel happy, how could I be tired?”

She asked her mother: "Where is Daddy? Is Daddy not pretty?"

My mother didn't speak, but just blushed and glanced at her father who was sitting in front of the desk and laughing.

The father seemed to feel her gaze, raised his head, looked over, and looked at each other. The two of them looked at each other as if they couldn't see others, and they looked at each other in a daze without even blinking.

At that time, she didn't understand what happened to her father and mother. She called "Dad" and "Mother" several times, but they ignored her, so she ran out to play alone...

Now, she can fully understand what happened to her father and mother. After so many years of marriage, they still love each other as if they were the first meeting...

When his father died in prison, no one of his loved ones was by his side...

How lonely and dark is that?

When the mother heard the nightmare of her father's death, and when the Hang Liang committed suicide, none of the people she loved were by her side...

What a sadness and despair that was?

Time cannot go back...

People cannot be resurrected after death...

No matter how beautiful the past is, it will only become the past. No matter how much everything the world envies, it will not allow the past to reappear...

She could not hear anything or see anything, but she didn't know what she was in now.

She was trapped in the past, swallowed by sadness, immersed in the past, unable to extricate herself.

Until a voice said, "Miss Hongzhuang, are you okay?"

She slowly came to her senses.

What's wrong? Why is her vision blurry and she can't see anything?

Something soft was gently wiping her eyes, and her vision finally gradually became clear.

Someone is erasing her tears?

"Miss Hongzhuang?" The person who wiped her tears gently called her.

She blinked and finally saw the man in front of her clearly.

After watching for a while, she realized what was going on. She quickly stood up and bowed: "The third young master, Hongzhuang was disrespectful and could not greet her..."

Yue Yinghua helped her sit down: "Miss Hongzhuang, don't be polite. Your finger is injured, so it's better to treat the wound first."

Hongzhuang lowered her head, and then she saw that her fingers were stabbed by a silver hairpin, and there were blood dripping, and the dough was dyed red.

When she was lost just now, the silver hairpin was pierced at her finger, and she couldn't feel it at all, and her embarrassing appearance must have been seen by the third young master.

I don’t know when he came and how many he saw it, it’s so embarrassing and embarrassing...

Yue Yinghua asked the maid to bring the plaster, picked up her left hand, first wiped the ooze out with cotton cloth, then dug out the ointment and smeared it on her wound.

The wound was cool and there was no pain at all.

Hongzhuang looked at the third young master who was focused on applying medicine and was stunned. He was the famous prince all over the world. Could he do such a thing for her?

However, at this moment, she didn't want to say anything pretentious or not, but just silently asked him to apply medicine to her.

After applying medicine to several fingers and the wounds in the palm of his hand, Yue Yinghua picked up the gauze and carefully wrapped her left hand.

Hongzhuang was dazed again. He was a glorious prince. How could he do such things even?

Well, that's not the point...

She came back to her senses and frowned: "Three Young Master, it's just a small wound, don't bandage it, right? It's inconvenient to do things if bandage it..."

"No, no, no." The third young master looked clear and said seriously, "Miss Hongzhuang's hands are very precious. I also want to play chess with Hongzhuang and listen to the girl Hongzhuang playing the piano. Therefore, the girl Hongzhuang's hands must be as soon as possible.

Only then can you recover! Protect your hands well and insist on applying medicine. You should be cured in one or two days."

Hongzhuang had to smile bitterly: "Thank you, the third son."

The third young master gently placed her left hand on the table and said, "I went downstairs before, but I didn't see the maid who served you. I called a few times, but no one answered, so I went upstairs to take a look.

Please forgive me for the Hongzhuang girl.”

Hongzhuang smiled and said, "Young Master, you are polite. We were not well-received, so the third master was not wrong."