ZHAO JUREN'S LAST LOVE
CHAPTERS 112. Back To Five Color Lake
The stars crept up Zhao Juren's pale cheeks then slowly lost her gloomy twinkles, the icy flowers on her back shrouded in snow. The cold, fierce winter night air entered into his nose, like the flakes of a blade, an unstoppable feeling of heaviness surfaced in the depths of his heart, it felt meandering creeping up to his back, his heart like a white and gray heavy snowfall, always cold and confused. Fortunately, the night soon passed early in the morning.
"This is the five-color lake? I just saw him for the first time" Changyi was still gawking at the edge of the lake after tethering his horse to an old Willow tree.
The first time I opened my eyes and was fascinated to see Lake Five was at the end of winter a year ago, when he was returned from the angel's palace in a small boat after staying for three months in an unconscious state due to Lin Hongse's green centipede poison.
The mist above the horizon was slowly moving, the colors were blending at the western boundary, a number of returning swallow migrating from south to north looked like a moving stain, the memory was still lingering.
The light of the morning sun slowly brimmed, and what was first seen in the distance was the white mist and faintness of an island where the angel palace looked so small as a bush. As he floated his gaze forward, in the distance he saw a black building on an island surrounded by peach forest, the Tianshi palace was on its highest plateau. But the place looks tens or even hundreds of li from where it is now. The building that always seemed mysterious and also kept a million hidden secrets.
The lake that has crystal clear water misty surface, the cold is amazing although not frozen like the Yalu river in Youwu but winter turns it to ice water cold, ice water, no black heron could swim on it in this weather.
"You'll be fascinated to see this lake when spring comes." Zhao Juren smiled widely. He still remembers correctly, the bottom of this lake has a light blue color like topaz but orange with the reflection of the twilight sky. And strangely as if every few seconds changed color, the surface was even like a mirror when sunlight fell onto the surface of the lake, the color of the water would turn light green then gradually grow old, or sometimes light yellow and ending in orange red.
Zhao Juren was still sitting glued, like she was waiting for something. The ground where I was sitting was like a stepdeck forming a small hill and small large lined trees stood with its twigs filled with snow.
"Time passes quickly." Zhao Juren broke a piece of twig and scavenged the ground, it turned out that she had been a ghost for a year. The winter war at the border had made people think he was dead.
"Have everyone forgotten me?" The question stuck in his mind, so sad.
Before long the sound of bad wind around them sounded and he knew this was what he was waiting for.
Several black-robed figures appeared with slender bodies and face covered in veils, they had an army of women who were definitely the rulers of the five-colored Lake region.
"Who are y'all? Why is it so impudent to enter the forbidden territory?" The question was snapped by a woman among them.
"God, ghouluu..." Changyi was surprised not to be the reed of the braid when without having a chance to turn a sword in the front of his nose.
"Pa..the army of angels..." Changyi trembled as he realized who was now in front of him and reflexively jumped back and hid behind Zhao Juren.
Zhao Juren took two steps forward calmly towards another sword drawn to her neck and gently reached into the pocket of the sleeves of her robe and showed a green jade hair pin with a peach ornament that's beautiful.
Immediately, it made the originally unsheathed sword enter back into its sheath. They knew that thing, a sacred item that belonged to the personal descendant of Nan, and the only one who had the legacy of that Niang queen was their master Princess Nan Luoxia or the great miss of Xue Liannya Angel palace.
Changyi was amazed at how the female troops who were said to be beautiful and high martial arts abilities and perhaps the most feared in the northern region of Nanxing bowed respectfully to Zhao Juren.
"Mr Lian Ju, who exactly are you? how can you make even these angels submit to you?"
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In the early seventh month, precisely in mid-winter, the snow rolled incessantly to form a white carpet at each corner, the black curtains in Nan's palace had been replaced, in place hung white cotton curtains.
In less than a month, the king of Nan Chen was declared dead, his wife queen Lin Fangyin who killed the king in a cold prison waiting for the next king who would give the punishment. Of course, it is a death sentence, just the way he died that can not be ascertained, all depends on the new king.
Three weeks earlier, the death bells in the palace were long-sounding, all under the sky above the land of Niang was crying in mourning.
On the day His Majesty king Nan Chen was buried in the tombs of the kings, Bai Yueyin came out of Nan Palace, the branches of the liu tree were seen in a blanket of snow, silent, everything was so vast.
Bai Yueyin was wearing a white cotton gown, standing in a very tall attic at the Luoxia Palace Gate, looking at the long and winding burial troupe until they gradually disappeared at the end of the highway.
He was not even a royal nuclear family except to be known as the guardian of Princess Nan Luoxia, of course he had no right to follow the burial ritual that was memorable very closed.
The younger brother of the king closest to the previous king, the son of Furen's chief concubine, Prince Nan Feng, became the leader of the ceremony. He also became an official while waiting for the election of a new king.
This simple-looking man was already in his early 40s, but still gallant and handsome. It is said that his medical abilities and the life outside the palace made him ageless. According to Xue Xue's story to him, his uncle did not remarry after his wife died giving birth to his first son.
...Bai Yueyin's...
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