With a terrible scream, a trail of blood suddenly sprayed on the four vermilion double-crossed four-ruffled rhombic flower doors, and slowly flowed along the yarn into the staggered lattices. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is the blood of the last Huangmen attendant in the imperial palace of the Donghua Gate.

The fan was kicked away, and the cold night breeze poured in.

In the house, the bed dressing and bed skirt are all red, and there is a woman sitting on it, with a long-sleeved skirt, a silk silk veil, two sideburns, and a crown of eighteen hairpins.

Young and beautiful, but with a solemn face and a majestic expression.

She looked at the person who came, and there was no surprise on her cold face.

This is Fu Nianjun, the crown princess of the East Palace, who is getting married tonight.

At this time, layers of fog and rain are falling in the sky outside, but the imperial city, which has always been majestic and gloomy, is exceptionally bright tonight, the gold nails and vermilion paint on the five doors of the Xuande Building in the inner hall, and the dragon and phoenix flying cloud patterns on the wall between the bricks and stones, all shine under the firelight.

The Imperial City of the Great Song Dynasty was dyed with a layer of blood tonight.

The sound of shouting and killing in the sky reached Fu Nianjun's ears, and she looked directly at a young man in a dark purple robe in front of her, and the long sword he was carrying was stained with blood, like a demon crawling out of hell.

She was not waiting for her newlywed husband.

The man threw the things in his hand on the beech crescent table with peanuts, red dates and other dried fruits.

Fu Nianjun glanced at the thing that was thrown on the table, and his face immediately turned pale.

The young man with the sword looked at her and smiled, "The crown princess who just visited the church immediately became a widow, doesn't it feel good?" ”

She knew him.

Zhou Shaomin.

The eldest son of King Huai, the Duke of Jiguo, except for the right Yu Lin Wei general.

The young Rakshasa and the jade-faced Shura, it was he who single-handedly led this bloody coup d'état.

And Fu Nianjun, who looked at his husband's head on the table, knew that everything was about to end.

Zhou Shaomin has obtained this imperial city, and he will also get the entire world of the Great Song Dynasty.

She stood up silently, covered her husband with the red hijab in her hand, she raised her arrogant neck, the tassel on the crown of the hairpin shook slightly, and only said lightly to Zhou Shaomin:

"If the evil purple takes Zhu Ye, the world will be chaotic."

Zhou Shaomin, who was wearing a purple brocade robe, hooked the corners of his mouth, and his beautiful face like white jade had an indescribable hideousness.

Zhu is the right color, purple is the middle color, Fu Nianjun pointed out that even if he takes the palace, it will be difficult to become orthodox.

Zhu is not the right color, and the heterogeneous species is also known as the king.

Zhou Shaomin strode up to Fu Nianjun and pinched her slender chin fiercely.

The little lady in front of her has bright eyes, but her expression is firm and fearless, which forms a strong contrast with her delicate appearance.

A touch of rouge on her lips burned her eyes.

Zhou Shaomin suddenly smiled, "It's a pity that such a young and beautiful little lady will die in Huangquan today." ”

Fu Nianjun bit his lower lip tightly, although his expression was delicate, he still retained his last trace of courage:

"Then please reward me!"

"What a fierce Jiao'e, it's a pity that your father and brother who are greedy for life and afraid of death have already kowtowed to me hundreds of times, and even the humiliation of the crotch can be endured, just begging me to spare their lives, they are all surnamed Fu, it's really different!"

The strength in his hand was two points heavier.

Fu Nianjun's face changed instantly, he insulted his father and brother like this, she should have retorted, but she knew in her heart that she was not surprised that her father and brother did such a thing.

She has always known that the most important thing in the eyes of her father and brother is power, fame and fortune.

Zhou Shaomin's thumb slowly rubbed over her red lips, with a bit of ridicule on her face.

Fu Nianjun bit his thumb hard, Zhou Shaomin let go of his hand in pain, and at the same time felt a force to lift his long sword.

Fu Nianjun held his blood-dripping long sword with his empty hand and held it around his neck.

Zhou Shaomin's sword was abnormally sharp, and her delicate palm began to bleed, but she didn't even blink her eyes.

It was also this sword that cut off the crown prince's head.

"The Fu family has no integrity, it doesn't mean that I, Fu Nianjun, don't have it, you can say that they don't have backbone, but you can't say that I am the same." There seemed to be two clusters of yin fire burning in one of her eyes.

Life, not by yourself. At least die, and let her choose.

"Let's do it."

She closed her eyes and calmly waited for death to come.

The world has changed hands, the evil purple has taken Zhu, as the eldest daughter of the Fu family and the crown princess of the East Palace, it is impossible for her to have a second way.

"Lady ......"

Granny Zhan next to her cried and pounced on Zhou Shaomin's wrist and grabbed it, "Please......"

Zhou Shaomin smiled coldly, and without saying a word, he lifted the sword and penetrated into Granny Zhan's chest.

In an instant, he sent his life to someone.

Fu Nianjun watched as Granny Zhan, who had been with her mother all her life and had been with her for more than ten years, fell in a pool of blood, silently.

Her hands trembled a little.

Zhou Shaomin looked at Fu Nianjun's Xipa expressionlessly and wiped the blade of the sword.

"I can't help myself."

Fu Nianjun knelt beside Granny Zhan and helped her close her eyes, and big tears finally rolled down from her eyes.

Zhou Shaomin looked at her with a bit of mockery: "My Langjun didn't cry when he died, but shed tears for his servants......"

Fu Nianjun raised his head with tears in his eyes and scolded angrily: "Beast! ”

His suddenly, cold gaze fell on her.

Zhenyeol's woman is rare, and she originally wanted to spare her life.

"Lang Jun, aren't you okay......"

Suddenly, a subordinate called him outside the door.

"Here it is."

Zhou Shaomin answered lazily, looked at Fu Nianjun and smiled, this smile used to make the little ladies in Tokyo flock to it, but now, Fu Nianjun knows that this is a warning before death.

She shuddered involuntarily.

"So, goodbye, Princess."

A sword in the chest.

Fu Nianjun's eyes widened.

Originally......

It hurts so much......

Zhou Shaomin's voice appeared in his ears, making people tremble like ice.

"It's a pity......"

He sighed.

The long sword was slowly withdrawn, Fu Nianjun coughed up a mouthful of blood uncontrollably, and suddenly felt that there was a red mist in front of her, and the noisy sounds around her were blurred in an instant, she could only feel her heart beating fast, and there was only pain all over her body......

Death, it turned out to be so uncomfortable.

She closed her eyes, and the strength of her whole body faded......

And so she died.

How unwilling, in her short life, she has never lived for herself, she has always been a perfect tool for her father, living for the Fu family and dying for the Fu family.

Before she died, her mother touched her face and cried and said: "Child, A-Niang is sorry for you, in the next life, don't be our child again......"

For mothers, death is a relief.

In fact, for her, why not?

The prince has a gloomy and tyrannical temperament, and he has a lot of fists and kicks to the people who serve the inner curtain, and how much unwillingness in her heart can only turn into patience, but fortunately, after death, she is free......

She hopes that in her next life, she will be able to live for herself once.