That night, Ye Chuyan transferred all the maids and eunuchs from the Golden House to Fengyi Palace in the name of the queen.
She has no acquaintances here, only Dong'er is a little familiar with her.
Dong'er was overjoyed when she learned that she was going to Fengyi Palace to serve the future queen.
Ye Chuyan sighed quietly.
Because of her, all ten maids from the West who went to the Golden House with Dong'er were killed.
All she can do now is to keep Dong'er by her side.
At least, Na Sheng promised himself today that he would never kill anyone in Fengyi Palace once he succeeded in escaping.
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The next day, Na Sheng also kept his promise and came to Fengyi Palace after the court, preparing to teach Ye Chuyan how to practice.
Ye Chuyan looked at Na Sheng, who was dressed in white and wearing a green crown jade, and couldn't help but frown.
Na Sheng was dressed like this today, and he looked like a cold and noble young man regardless of his appearance.
Looking at his face, it was still the ghostly emperor.
However, Na Sheng put away his usual evil charm today, and his face was a bit serious.
He practiced a set of boxing techniques in front of Ye Chuyan.
He practiced very quickly. Fortunately, Ye Chuyan was also a martial arts practitioner and could see the moves clearly.
Ye Chuyan was thoughtful while observing.
This boxing technique leaves no room for escape before striking, and exposes all of one's vitality in front of the opponent.
If the opponent takes the opportunity to attack, he will counterattack the opponent's life gate with a strange posture.
There is a tendency to risk death and survive.
Na Sheng's attack was extremely fast, so fast that it was beyond imagination. If he were not a martial artist, he would hardly be able to see the process of his attack.
His internal strength is extremely deep, he is as fast as lightning, and he leaves no way for himself to survive. This is why Na Sheng's martial arts is so advanced and weird.
With such a move, by the time the opponent reacts, he has already been killed.
Seeing Ye Chuyan's eyes following him, Na Sheng finished the demonstration, put away his inner strength, and sighed: "Ajin has fallen in love with my beauty."
Ye Chuyan was speechless.
After a while, he said, "You want to teach me how to practice martial arts, but you don't want me to watch you. What should I do?"
Na Sheng suddenly realized, "That's right. Ajin, have you seen it?"
"I've seen it for a while, but I have no internal strength now, so I can only learn some stances. I definitely have no chance of killing you. It should be enough to deal with ordinary people when I escape."
Na Sheng really liked Ye Chuyan's honest and unabashed attitude.
"Ajin, it's not enough for me to just teach you martial arts. I also want to teach you how to ride a horse myself."
After saying that, without waiting for Ye Chuyan's consent, he took Ye Chuyan to the Royal Horse Garden in the palace.
Passing through the house in front of the Royal Horse Garden, you come to an extremely luxurious stable in the backyard.
The decoration of this stable is different from the stable in the front yard. It seems that it is Na Sheng's royal horse.
When the palace slave outside the stable saw Na Sheng, he immediately knelt on the ground.
The last time Na Sheng came here was five days ago. He saw that Baima was in poor spirits. After asking, he learned that Baima had been ill for two days, so he killed all the palace slaves in the stable on the spot.
Now that Baima has recovered, the new palace slave here can't help but be frightened when he sees Na Sheng coming over.
When Ye Chuyan walked in, he discovered that there was only one white horse in the stable. It was all white, with its head held high and majestic, its long mane flying, and its eyes full of defiance.
Seeing Na Sheng approaching, the white horse jumped out from the stable railing and galloped in front of Na Sheng. It half-knelt in front of him with its front hooves, lowered its head and rested it on the palm of his hand.
Na Sheng stroked the white horse's mane with his slender fingers, and the evil charm on his face completely disappeared, replaced by a very proud expression.
Ye Chuyan lowered his eyes and looked at the horse kneeling on the ground, and felt something in his heart: It's white again!
The clothes of all the maids in the palace are white; he gave himself a new name of Bai; his royal horse is also white.
Na Sheng likes everything white? ! The color white has special meaning in his heart.
Is this his weakness?
Before Ye Chuyan could regain her consciousness, Na Sheng carried her and flew on the horse. The white horse raised its upper body and started galloping in the open space.
The white horse ran very fast, as fast as the wind. Before Ye Chuyan had time to react, he leaned back, just leaning on Na Sheng's chest.
Her back suddenly felt hot, and she quickly leaned forward.
Na Sheng suddenly reined in the white horse under him, and Ye Chuyan suddenly leaned into Na Sheng's arms again.
Na Sheng put his head on the back of her neck and exhaled hotly.
"Ajin, are you thinking that I must like all white things?"
Ye Chuyan was shocked, how could Na Sheng guess what he was thinking?
"I asked the palace maids to wear white clothes because when I killed them, the blood stains would be obvious."
"I like to see them covered in blood and still struggling desperately."
"I gave you the name Bai Jin just on a whim. If you don't like it, you can also call it Hong Jin."
"As for the white horse, that was just a coincidence."
"Every time I tame a fierce horse, I will kill the previous one. Recently, I have been busy taming you and haven't had time to tame a new fierce horse, so I saved its life."
After saying that, he turned over and dismounted while holding Ye Chuyan in his arms.
Before Baima could react, Na Sheng slapped Baima on the head, killing Baima on the spot.
Even though Ye Chuyan had been with Na Sheng for so many days, she still couldn't help but be a little surprised when she knew how crazy he was.
She watched helplessly as the white horse died in front of her, blood splattered all over the ground.
Even though it was dead, the white horse's watery eyes were still wide open, as if asking, why should we kill it?
I will never die with my eyes in peace.
Na Sheng looked at the stunned Ye Chuyan, feeling relaxed and happy.
"Ajin, I said that no one in this palace can guess my preferences."
"You are my newly tamed fierce horse. Therefore, I want to kill the previous one."
"But I haven't surrendered to you yet."
"Don't worry, I will tame you soon."
"you……"
Na Sheng grabbed Ye Chuyan's face, exuding a domineering and determined aura.
It seemed that it was only a matter of time to tame Ye Chuyan, and he was completely confident.
The two looked at each other.
After a while, Ye Chuyan smiled. It was like she was trying so hard to crack a closed box, but inadvertently touched a mechanism on the box, and the box opened automatically.
It turns out that this is the real Na Sheng.
He is neither crazy nor violent.
He likes to conquer and possess anything unyielding by hook or by crook.
He wants to have everything under his feet and play with it in the palm of his hand.
He enjoyed the process immensely.
He has no mercy and conscience because he doesn't understand love or hate.
He imprisoned himself because he fell into the glacier and survived, and rejected him in the cave.
This aroused in him the desire to possess and tame.
This is what he means by love and like.
What he calls love is letting the things he likes crawl at his feet.
What he calls hatred is to make the other person disappear from the world in the most painful way.
He doesn't think it's wrong to kill innocent people.
He cannot understand the emotions, joys, anger, sorrows, love and hatred of normal people, and he cannot empathize with others.
This is the reason why he does these crazy things, and it is also his biggest weakness.
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At this time, in the southern border of Beirong, Hu Ke grassland.
The weather in September is still dry, but the Hooke Grassland is not sultry. The breeze blows, wrapped in the fresh grass fragrance, which is refreshing and pleasant.
Wu Mu was dressed in red and had a cloak of the same color, riding on a black horse, walking slowly on the vast green grassland.
According to regulations, Dafeng and Beirong are not connected to each other, and people from the two countries are not allowed to enter each other's borders.
However, in the past ten years, both sides have not strictly adhered to this rule.
As long as you find someone with the right skills, you can successfully enter the other party's territory with that person leading you.
In his early years, he traveled to the West and came to Beirong, so he knew the secrets very well.
After he decided to go to Star City that day, he set off from Licheng the next day.
We walked all the way through the border town of Beirong and headed towards Star City.
Thinking that Ye Chuyan liked to ride horses during his lifetime, he bought another horse and walked around the official road, preparing to cross the grassland.
This grassland is close to the border and is often visited by grass bandits, so it is sparsely populated.
At a glance, the entire grassland is completely deserted except for a few white clouds in the blue sky above.
Wu Mu raised his eyes and looked at the setting sun in the distance. The orange light filled the entire sky, blending with the green grassland, like a magnificent painting.
His expression suddenly became gentle.
"Ayan, have you seen it? This is the sunset on the grassland, it's so beautiful."
"I remember you once said in the military camp when you were young that you wanted to gallop on the grasslands of Beirong if you had the chance."
"Today, I will help you realize this wish."
After he muttered, he pinched the horse's belly hard, and the black horse started running wildly on the grassland.
His outfit is quite conspicuous on this green grassland.
Less than a quarter of an hour after the horse was running wildly, more than thirty men in black on horseback came forward.
This group of people ran towards Wu Mu, rushed in front of him, dispersed to both sides, and surrounded him.
Wu Mu was forced to rein in his horse and glanced at the group of people with a frown. All of them were holding double swords and had fierce faces.
It seems that he should be a grass bandit on this grassland.
One of the grass bandits was dragging a young man behind his horse.
He looked to be no more than ten or fifteen years old. He had been dragged for who knows how long. His clothes were in rags, his back was bloody and bloody, and his face was lying on the ground, motionless.
Seems to be dead.
The grass bandits were also looking at Wu Mu silently.
Seeing that although Wu Mu was dressed in ordinary clothes, he had a good appearance and temperament, and the black horse under his crotch looked extraordinary, so I guessed that he was a wealthy man.
Wu Mu just wanted to lead Ye Chuyan on horseback and run wildly, and didn't want to meddle in other people's business.
I was suddenly stopped by this group of people and felt very unhappy.
"Go away, or I won't be polite!"
The leader of the grass bandit, who had a beard all over his face, couldn't help but burst into laughter when he saw that Wu Mu was facing more than 30 people against him, yet he was not timid and spoke nonsense.
It’s not that they had never robbed people who knew Kung Fu, but they just couldn’t beat Western hands with their fists. No matter how good their Kung Fu was, they couldn’t beat them, a group of people who knew how to use swords and martial arts.
"Brothers, have you heard? This young master is going to be rude to us."
The grass bandits suddenly burst into laughter.
A grass bandit with sharp eyes saw the black package Wu Mu hung on the right side of the horse at a glance.
It was wrapped very carefully, and I guess there must be valuables inside.
He shouted: "Boss, what nonsense are we talking to him about? I think all his gold and silver are in that package. Kill him, and the horse and the package will be ours."
The bandit leader stopped talking and waved his hand.
"superior!"
Wu Mu sat on the horse without moving, lowered his head and said to the package: "Ayan, wait for me, I can't let these people dirty our horse."
The grass bandits swarmed forward with knives in hand, with a few grass bandits running at the front.
Wu Mu pulled out the silver soft sword from his waist and jumped up.
Before this group of grass bandits could react, their heads were already on the ground.
Wu Mu killed seven grass bandits with one sword. After landing, there was no blood on his body, but blood flowed from the silver soft sword held in his right hand.
His eyes were dark and there was some impatience on his handsome face.
"Let's go together with the rest, don't waste my time!"
The grass bandits were shocked.
The leader of the grass bandits finally realized that the man in red was a tough guy, and his kung fu was far beyond what their group of grass bandits could match. He always abides by the principle that a good man should not suffer immediate losses, so he immediately shouted, "Retreat!"
Almost in a moment, the grass bandits disappeared into the grassland in the distance.
Wu Mu was a little dumbfounded.
These bandits are really cowards. If they can beat them, they will fight. If they can't, they will run away immediately.
He tore off a piece of clothing from the corpse of the grass bandit, carefully wiped off the blood stains on the soft sword, and then slowly took it back to his waist.
He turned over and mounted his horse, and was about to continue walking forward when he glanced at the young man lying on the ground.
It turned out that the grass bandit who was dragging the boy on horseback was dead.
His horse and the young man he was dragging behind him remained here.
Wu Mu sighed.
The meeting was fate, and since that was the case, I buried this young man before leaving.
He jumped off the horse and turned the boy over.
Unexpectedly, the boy was still alive, but his breath was weak and he was staring and unable to speak.
He was turned over by Wu Mu, and his eyes met with Wu Mu's.
Wu Mu was surprised and said: "Why is it you?"
