Lu Mingfei held Hui Liyi's hand.

The two looked at each other's eyes.

"Listen, I'm eri-yi."

"I, Lu Mingfei, must cure you."

"You must be cured anyway."

He raised his palm.

"I swear."

It is said that the young girl’s vows are useless, but the sudden love arises. As time passes, the days go by. He and she, who once agreed to have a pair of people for a lifetime, still have a new love and give up their love.

But Lu Mingfei and Hui Liyi are not.

Their love is never a temporary heartbeat.

It's not the so-called love at first sight.

Well, if you insist on falling in love at first sight, it should be in your previous life, or earlier.

Just as Lu Mingfei said to Erii on that page.

"I must have said I love you five hundred years ago."

But, Lu Mingfei has never forgotten it.

He still remembers it.

It was not until I saw Airi's face that I remembered.

Two people were sure at just a glance.

They have been born and raised in this world, grew up, experienced different people and things, and experienced different winds and scenery. They have seen them thousands of miles of sunsets and dews in an instant. Everything, all of this, is for that reunion.

Since that's the case, how could I let go easily?

Pai Liyi, no matter what, I want you to live.

"General, it's onshore."

Lu Mingfei retracted his gaze from looking east and walked down the deck.

He stepped on the land of Huiliyi's hometown.

A few cherry blossoms drifted in the wind, passing Lu Mingfei's bronze-faced armor.

He spread his palms to catch them.

Then hold it tightly.

Lu Mingfei raised his head and his eyes were firm.

I will cure you anyway.

Even if I give my life.

It's all you can do.

…………

The Fusang Guard arrived, and the royal family quickly arranged a dinner.

The banquet was very high in size, almost to welcome Wang Jue. Although the guard commander was only a marquis, the champion marquis was not an ordinary marquis. Whether it was military merit or honor, he could rank among the top three in the current Great Zhou court.

The dancer who puts white-faced face holds a small round fan. Unlike the dance of Dazhou, the dance of Fusang is slower and slower, with a unique charm.

But Lu Mingfei felt that he couldn't appreciate it.

Moreover, the sake was too weak and light, and it was only a cup of light. Lu Mingfei drank it all in one mouthful. He smashed it and his mouth was not tasted.

"Are you unsatisfied with the emperor?"

The white-faced official who was receiving the reception smiled flatteringly.

Lu Mingfei put down the wine cup.

He did not answer the person's words, but said.

"Where is your king?"

"king……"

The official narrowed his eyes and covered his lower half of his face without authorization.

He sighed regretfully, but how he pretended to behave like this.

"Unfortunately, after being defeated by the Heavenly Power of the Shangguo eleven years ago, the king could not afford to get sick. He did not leave three months, and then..."

Lu Mingfei frowned.

To solve the strange disease of Huiliyi, one must first figure out what this strange disease is. The first focus he thought of was the Fusang royal family, which is the source of Huiliyi's bloodline inheritance, and perhaps he can find a breakthrough from the royal family.

But at this welcoming dinner today, he didn't even see a member of the royal family.

This made Lu Mingfei feel suspicious.

After intentional or unintentional clichés, Lu Mingfei learned more information. He was surprised to find that royal members died one by one over the years. Today, Huiliyi is one of the few royal bloodlines in Fusang.

What's going on?

Lu Mingfei's intuition about fighting on the battlefield for many years told him that something must be strange.

After the dinner, Lu Mingfei returned to his residence with his personal soldiers and walked in the winding corridor. He glanced at several hidden corners, snorted coldly, and several black shadows walked out, knelt on one knee, and then retreated.

"General, such a small country dares to monitor you, we are now..."

Lu Mingfei waved his hand to stop his personal soldiers.

"Just arrived here, don't act rashly."

They returned to the room, and the personal soldiers consciously searched, and Lu Mingfei stared out the window.

"General, no hands and feet."

"Um."

After a long time, Lu Mingfei said.

"You guys go check it..."

Lu Mingfei met the Fusang royal family the next day.

The palace maids and officials with white faces burned the incense burner that Lu Mingfei had never smelled before. He twisted his neck. This place was not so much the royal family handled palace affairs, but rather the main hall erected by gods and Buddhas withered and clay sculptures.

Officials in charge of etiquette walk through cumbersome and obscure procedures.

The white and red mouth is more like an evil ghost walking out of the mural than a living person.

What a weird country.

Lu Mingfei thought that his patience had already been exhausted from one procedure after another, so he simply stopped playing with them. Lu Mingfei stepped forward and opened the bead curtain under the panicked gaze of the women and officials.

The sound of a rattle is crisp and messy.

The three or four-year-old boy was wearing a gorgeous dress that was extremely inconsistent with his age, and opened his eyes wide and looked at Lu Mingfei curiously.

When he saw the bronze mask, the young man pursed his lips and cried out.

The commander of the Great Zhou Dynasty scared the outer king to tears.

How do you say this? I always feel a little subtle.

After it was spread, I don’t know if it was bad for Lu Mingfei’s reputation or Fusang’s reputation.

But now Lu Mingfei has no mind to think about the question of not being famous.

The king of Fusang was actually just a toddler.

Late at night, Lu Mingfei sat in the room and his personal soldiers reported the results of the investigation.

In recent years, members of the royal family have died one after another. How could there be no explanation for such a big thing? However, in this era when people still believe in the strange powers and chaos, such things are much easier to explain than they imagined.

The excuse they used was to paint the lee.

The girl who claimed to be born represents an ominous person.

After being passively responsible for the defeat of Fusang, Ai Liyi, who was far away in the capital of Dazhou, still had to take on the matter that did not belong to her.

The reason why the royal family members died suddenly in folklore was that the birth of a Huili Yi was ominous, which attracted the anger of the gods, which caused her blood relatives to die one after another.

"Oh, ominous."

Lu Mingfei's tone was very cold.

He doesn't like to play with power, but this doesn't mean he is stupid. For many people, the turbulent situation is like watching the palm lines, which is very familiar to many people.

What kind of gods are angry or what kind of ominous daughters are just a struggle for power. Hui Liyi is just an excuse to explain to the world that the essence of this matter is nothing more than the power struggle between kings and scholars.

However, such things will never happen in the Great Zhou Dynasty, because the ministers in power struggle killed the royal family to the point where only a child who knew nothing was left. Is this Fusang monarch a decoration?

Lu Mingfei sighed a little and no longer thought about it. Hui Liyi had a very calm relationship with her blood relatives, almost nothing. After all, her childhood was spent as a monster, or she was called a goddess in Fusang. It doesn’t matter. In short, it’s not like a human being. With such a growing environment, how could she have beautiful childhood memories?
To be continued...