ZHAO JUREN'S LAST LOVE
CHAPTER 95. Dream of Blood Pooling

Zhao Juren was stunned, she pulled her body with a blushing look, that name not many know. However, he did not expect Changyi to call it lightly.

"What do you know about Hexiao monks?" Zhao Juren asked carefully.

Changyi shook his head, and smiled mysteriously.

"Nothing." Answer without sin.

"A book in my father's library wrote about the old city, there was a monk who kept secrets about two countries. Monk Ming. And he passed the last secret before dying to his disciple Hexiao, since then, forty years ago, the young monk Hexiao never appeared to the crowd. That's what I read." Changyi grinned.

"The rest I'm just curious about." He's shaking his shoulder.

"You've always followed me everywhere. What do you want from me?" Zhao Juren asked suspiciously.

"We're friends, Mr. Lian. You tied that word to me yourself. I haven't had many friends in the past, even if they just leave. Since meeting mister, I feel we are a good fit. That's why I'm following you. " He chuckled happily at Zhao Juren's wry brows.

"And..." He thrust his face closer towards Zhao Juren who was standing like that statue.

"I know how to meet a Hexiao monk." His whisper.

"How do you know?" Zhao Juren did not blink looking at Changyi, his head was spinning at thought. Is Changyi a spy? why does he always seem to be watching her? But if he was an enemy, why in so many times did he help Zhao Juren?

What did he know about Zhao Juren exactly? Is it just Lian Ju's master who wanders to see princess Niang, or does he know more than that?

"St...Sir, you just have to follow my code, it will take us to the Hexiao monk if he is really still alive." Changyi's voice broke into silence.

"What do you mean, Changyi?" Zhao Juren's eyebrows rose high.

"Let's just calm, sir, for this one you don't have to dress up to be a girl." Changyi chuckled under the mysterious gaze of the witty young man.

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Winter is entering the first month in Niangxi, a country in the south is warmer, the transition from autumn to winter is not at all obvious. Although maybe the air is sometimes piercing but not as cold as in the northern country, Yanzhi.

The seruni flowers had withered, the black flowers hanging dead on the branches, at night the cold wind blew it and made the ground full of mounds of lilies covered with mounds of snow. No more seeing the dry petals scattered everywhere and dancing.

Autumn was indeed left, sorrow gripped at the border, when the message of war was blazed.

Xue Xue, who had just arrived at the palace, fell asleep exhausted in her chamber. When it came to meeting the elder brother, His Highness Nan Chen was nowhere to be seen.

Unknowingly he was dreaming, faintly, his pair of legs still tracing the wilderness, the sun was extremely red, the wind from the edge of the sky came gripping the earth, and the, with a rustling sound rolling the grass all over the face of the earth, wave after wave rolled, like a withering yellow ocean wave. Dusk in the wilderness.

And as he walked behind him, fresh blood seeped into the ground and bloomed into huoyun-colored, red flowers, staining the snowy expanse.

"Mr Zhao..." Xue Xue tried to stretch out her hand, she could not resist the thump when faced with the former commander-in-chief of the enemy country.

In his half-consciousness he heard the man's cheerful laughter, with a cold smile he said, “Are we going to die together?”

Xue Xue was stunned, she was indecisive with her heart, but after that, she actually ran in pursuit behind her, the roasting hot sunlight shining all over her body, the wind was blowing sharply in her ears, and there was a strong wind blowing in her ears, the bright future of hope was yellow, just as he had imagined it a thousand times as long as he vacillated in this obscure world of his.

"Are we going to die together?" That question is exciting.

But just as he was about to clasp his hand, the earth and sky in the blink of an eye turned pale, a heavy snow covered the ground, and now in the same place, his older brother Nan Yuhuai and Nan Chen faced off with a cold face standing before him, scuttering his legs that wanted to chase after Zhao Juren.

In their hands a pair of glittering swords, unsheathed. Their gazes were pitiful, trapped in fear, behind each of them were countless black-clad Niangxi warriors.

The smell of death pungent in the air,

"Nan Luoxia, go home..." Pinta Nan Chen's. Voice over. On his chest appeared a single spot of red stains long ago the stain was widened and pooled like blood.

"Xue Lian, run! Run away..." Nan Yuhuai held the handle of his sword with a hand as white as cotton. He did not thrust his sword but Nan Chen was bleeding so heavily.

Xue Xue stood trembling, cold sweat drenching her forehead. All over the body was shaking.

He raised his head, as he felt a cold fine fingers on his nape, clinging to the smooth.

"Sister!!!" His screams echoed and he nearly jumped from his place asleep a reading table in his room.

Instantly he came to his senses, he had just had a bad dream, falling asleep while sitting exhausted on his way from the Yanshan Border to the center of the king's city. One day and one night without a palace, his horse.

" Please...Please Your Majesty..." It was concubine Huan, her face as deathly pale as cotton.

"Well?!"

"Please, Your Majesty, now!"

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