By decree and pro

Chapter 144 Kneel on the washboard?

The first and most important thing is that Jing Tingrui will not assassinate Usman, he will only provoke a war between the two countries, and the emperor will not bypass him.

Secondly, Usman's reaction was too calm, he seemed to be waiting for Jing Tingrui's sword to strike, but at that time Yan didn't think about the aftertaste at all, and when he sensed the extremely sharp murderous aura, he was in chaos up.

Thinking about it now, he is very familiar with this "murderous aura". He also experienced it when he was in the Dayan Palace.

"Yanyan, I'll hug you." Usman wanted to hug Yan horizontally.

"No, I'll go by myself." Yan pushed Usman's hand away, "Ilya, come and help me."

"Yes!" Ilya reacted quickly this time, and directly stepped forward to hold Yan's arms.

It's not that Yan can't walk, but he wants to be safe. When he rushed to escort him just now, he completely forgot about the child in his belly.

Now that he felt ashamed of him, he even walked back to the palace cautiously.

Yan and Yiliya walked forward without looking back, Usman was about to follow, Jing Tingrui stopped him and said, "Are you really going to tell Yan?"

"Yeah." Usman stopped, and then said, "But not all of them."

"What do you mean?"

"I used to think that as long as I didn't tell him, he would be able to raise the baby with peace of mind, but it turns out that my self-assertion hurt him instead. Yan is so clever, how could he not see through my tricks, so I will tell him part."

"Which part is it?" Jing Tingrui also made a mistake at this point, how should I put it, Yan's thoughts were not so careful before, and he really became mature after having a loved one.

"I will tell him about the power of the Raven Spirit," Usman continued, "but let's not talk about Denerman's part."

"It's really hard to explain about Dan Erman. I can understand it if you don't tell me, but is it really all right? Isn't he still in your body?" Jing Tingrui felt that it was an extremely unstable existence, and it was more unstable than that of the crow spirit. Power is still troublesome.

"He doesn't have the power of the crow spirit, so he can't make any waves." Usman said, "I'll go back first."

"Yeah." Jing Tingrui nodded, watched Usman hurrying away, and sighed secretly, "Why didn't I see that he was such an infatuated species before. But... the moment Yan was injured just now, I always felt that the color of his eyes It changed suddenly... Could it be Dan Erman? But if it is Dan Erman, how could Usman not respond?"

"Forget it... Maybe I was wrong." Jing Tingrui thought that the night was so dark that he might be blindsided, so he went back with his sword.

In the bedroom, Usman confessed to Yan about the power of the crow spirit and gave him a demonstration. Only then did Yan know that there are such mysterious things in the world, and Usman's power can resist Sandstorms, thus saving the common people.

"So, your name is the meaning of sacrifice..." Yanmu sat on the soft couch in a daze, seeming a little hard to digest.

"That's what they gave me wishful thinking. This name doesn't mean that I am a sacrifice." Usman held Yan's gauze-wrapped hand and said, "Yanyan, do you think some people are called Amao and Agou? Could it be that they have become cats and dogs?"

Yan looked at Usman with a sad face, and said after a while: "If you didn't have such a mysterious power, I might not take the 'sacrifice' seriously, but Usman... something is wrong."

"Ok?"

"Although you killed Bai Mufa and destroyed the priest's tower, you avenged your mother and yourself, but you would curse a seven-month-old baby with a knife and claim to be the one who saved the common people, what do you think? It's not that simple. I'm afraid you're still caught in the conspiracy of the Priest Tower." Yan said worriedly, "Usman, I just think that I've been by your side for so long, but I don't know anything and let you face it alone. Such a terrible thing, my heart hurts like being stabbed by a knife..."

Yan actually cried, the tears flowed like a fountain, and he couldn't stop it at all.

"Yanyan, I'm not in front of you, don't cry. Your wife is not a dough that they let them flatten and knead..." Usman panicked, he hugged Yan's shoulder first, no, Yan is still there Crying, then gently hugged his waist, coaxing softly, "It's all my fault, I thought I could handle it, so I didn't tell you..."

"Speaking of this, I'm not only heartbroken, but also very angry." Yan raised his eyes that were red from crying, and stared at Usman unceremoniously, "Jing Tingrui has only been here for a long time, and you have already laid your heart on him. Tell him such a big secret, and study the power of the crow spirit together, who is your husband?! Am I so inferior to Jing Tingrui?!"

"Yanyan, no, that Jing Tingrui is just a sandbag of human flesh. How could I be willing to hit you with my punches to the flesh?" Usman hurriedly explained, "What's more, you are still pregnant. I naturally We are looking for someone who is capable and will not be too involved with the Priest Tower to study the power of the Raven Spirit, right?"

"...You're right. Jing Tingrui is really reliable in this respect. He has a tight tongue and good martial arts, but I'm still not happy!" Yan frowned tightly, "like the power of the crow spirit and the fire of the red flame." For important matters, you have to tell me as soon as possible, otherwise, what kind of Queen of Xiliang am I? I’m simply a fool who doesn’t listen to things outside the window!”

"Yanyan, you are so smart. I just said a few words, and you reminded me of the conspiracy of the Priest Tower. How could you be an idiot? You are extremely smart." Usman smiled charmingly, "Our In the future, your child will be as smart as you, outstanding, and admired by all people."

"Usman, I want you to promise me that no matter what happens in the future, you will be by my side and the child." Yan looked at Usman carefully and said, "There are some things that cannot be borne by one person. Yes, my child and I will be your pillars, and what you have to do is stop hiding the truth from me and my child. No matter what kind of calamity the red flames are, we can get through it. "

"You're right, Yanyan." Usman gently stroked Yan's cheek, then smiled, "I promise you."

In the evening of the next day, Jing Tingrui came out of Usman's imperial study wearing Yan's armor, and saw Chun Yuyan standing alone under the hollowed-out Bai Yuxuan window in the corridor, looking at the scenery outside which was completely different from Dayan's.

The courtyard is open and bright, the corridor is shady and cool, Yan's silhouette reveals a trace of loneliness.

When Jing Tingrui walked over, Yan Du didn't look back, and said directly, "If this is the Dayan Palace, then there should be golden osmanthus blooming in the Imperial Garden, right?"

"Well, golden osmanthus and osmanthus should be in bloom, and the garden is full of rich fragrance." Jing Tingrui looked out the window and said, it was a cactus with large flowers, which was as tall as a person.

You can't see such a thick cactus in Dayan, let alone the flowers as big as bowls blooming on it. They are gorgeous in color and graceful in posture, just like silk flowers on the groom's chest.

"Jing Tingrui, I'm so sorry last night, I hope you don't mind." Yan looked up at Jing Tingrui, "Thank you also for being with Usman these days and advising him."

"Last night was just a misunderstanding, I won't worry about it." Jing Tingrui said directly, "I don't thank you for your kindness, just keep it in your heart."

Yan pursed his lips, as if suppressing some emotions, and then said, "Forget it, I'm in a bad mood today, so I don't want to argue with you."

"Is your hand better? If Qing'er knew that you were injured because of me, she would definitely not let me go." Jing Tingrui frowned slightly, and carefully looked at Yan's left hand, which was wrapped with several layers of gauze.

"A few stitches, nothing serious." Yan raised his fingers and moved, "If you don't tell me, I don't tell you, how will brother Huang know?"

"Correct."

"You go around in circles like this, you just want to remind me not to tell Brother Huang, right?"

"Yes." Jing Tingrui nodded, and the uncontrollable worry was already on the brows, "The matter in Xiliang has become a little complicated, and it also involves the legendary natural disaster, Yan, which is basically beyond the controllable range of manpower. Have you ever thought that if Usman can't resist the sandstorm..."

"No chance," Yan cut off Jing Tingrui's words, and breathed out, "Do you know that it is very difficult for a cactus to bloom? It can be as little as three or five years, or as long as 20 years, and it only blooms in spring... Now it can How lucky to see such beautiful flowers in late autumn, and this flower represents miracle and hope, don't you think this is a good omen?"

"Do you believe this now?" Jing Tingrui sighed softly, "The red maples in the palace hadn't withered when it snowed at the beginning of the year. Everyone said it was an auspicious sign. Congratulations to Qing'er, but you didn't believe it. It’s nothing more than a warm winter.”

"You were not in the palace at that time, but you even knew what my brother and I said." Yan raised one brow, quite dissatisfied, "I really underestimated you back then."

"You didn't understand why I did this before, but now you should have some empathy?" Jing Tingrui said, "How can you say, you are almost a father."

"Well. There are too many people with ulterior motives around the emperor. You are so careful to guard against it for the sake of the emperor. But Jing Tingrui, you should also understand that I believe these things now because I must maintain peace of mind. If even I am in a mess, who can Usman rely on?"

Jing Tingrui stared at Yan thoughtfully, remained silent for a while, then suddenly raised his hand to pat Yan on the shoulder as a sign of encouragement.

Unexpectedly, Yan noticed his intention, and leaned to the side, avoiding Jing Tingrui's touch, and said with disgust on his face: "Don't worry, our relationship is not that good yet."

Jing Tingrui inevitably hung his right hand in embarrassment, and finally put it down and said, "You have been really unlovable since you were a child."

"Isn't that what you're talking about?" Yan Leng snorted.

Jing Tingrui smiled and shook his head, then strode away.

Yanlue stood for a while, then walked into the imperial study room, and invited Usman to have dinner together.

The ancient city is like a snake, the sky is cold and the grass is rustling.

At night, there was a strong wind, and the cold wind like a knife slammed straight into the tent. Feralas ordered people to block the tent's feet tightly, and the storm angrily tore open the huge hole. , The pages of ancient books piled up on the big table were blown all over the tent and danced wildly.

"Cover the tent quickly!" Feralas yelled, saving those flying pages. They were fragile papyrus, and they were instantly torn apart by the strong wind.

The three guards worked together to press down the torn tent cloth, and then sewed it up with needles and threads.

The pages of the book fell one after another, and Feralas looked at the mess on the table and the ground, wanting to cry but not crying.

"I couldn't sort out the clues, and now I can't do anything." Feralas sat down on the ground, grabbed a handful of broken pages, and looked at the lines on it, "A thousand miles of red land, a piece of scorched earth... ..."

"The red land...the scorched earth..." During this period of time, Feralas has been studying the cultural relics excavated from the ancient city, especially the written records.

At first he thought that what he was holding in his hand was a book page excavated from Sheyi City, but after a closer look, the words on it belonged to the fourth ancient city "Bushe".He had never been to Feralas, but the elite expedition team sent by Yan had harvested a lot of antiquities there, and some of them were sent to Feralas' camp by the camel caravan.

This ancient city of "Bushe" is famous in history as a city of beauties. There have been many beauties who are all over the country. Their characters are also different from the ancient characters of Xiliang. The strokes are smooth and gorgeous, and the fonts are oval. The shape is like Dayan's calligraphy seal.

Feralas once imitated these fancy strokes as a hobby, so he was not touched when he saw it at first, but now he realized that these eight characters were mentioned verbatim in the scrolls of these ancient cities.

——"Thousands of miles of red land, a piece of scorched earth."

It looks like a priest's prophecy, but there is something different.