Although Tassel's face was helpless, his eyes were still shining, and he refused to admit defeat easily. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was this bright and bright face that seemed like a sunset, which gradually coincided with Concubine Su, who Su Duhan had once loved in her previous life, which made Murong Wei's gritted teeth and hatred come to her heart again.

"You like the moonlight skirt of the palace, the nine-colored glazed hairpin of the palace, the amethyst peace buckle given by the queen mother, and you like to take everything in the palace as your own. For the sake of something outside his body, he did not hesitate to commit treason and betray his master, in a vain attempt to be the internal response of the millennial thief, and help Su Duhan complete his Spring and Autumn plan, which is simply a fool's dream. ”

Every word, tassel, and a little bit of thought were all said by Murong Wei.

The jewelry sent by Su Duhan, the letters exchanged privately with Su Duhan, and the tassels were reluctant to burn them, but now they have all become evidence of the crime, and they are placed in front of everyone one by one.

The evidence is conclusive, since pretending to be aggrieved and pitiful doesn't work, Tassel proudly put away Fang Cai's pitiful face, and looked at Murong Wei with a bone-crushing hatred.

"Yes, what you said is right, why should I be born to be a slave for you to drive? I don't lose to you in terms of appearance, I don't lose to you in terms of temperament, and I don't lose to you in terms of intelligence, why can't I be the master of this Bright Glory Palace only if you are born with a golden spoon in your mouth?"

A few crisp slaps abruptly stopped the clamor of the tassels. She was half crooked and fell to the ground.

It turned out that Mama Luo couldn't listen to it anymore, and hated her for being guilty today, and wanted to put herself to death, so she took action to teach Murong Wei a lesson for tassels.

Mama Luo is the princess in charge, and her strength is different from that of Murong Wei. After a few palms, the tassel mouth was full of blood when it was neutral. It is already the same as fire and water, and there is no friendship at all, and the tassel is now a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water. She spit out a tooth that was knocked out by Mama Luo, slashed her neck, and showed a cold and hard look on her face.

"It's really not worth it to discourage yourself and compete with someone like this. There was still something important to do in the future, and as soon as Fang Cai's anger passed, Murong Wei disdained to be angry with a slave like Tassel.

Murong Wei got up with Yingluo's arm, ordered someone to lock the tassel's hands and feet with a small chain, and brought her into the prison that had been prepared a long time ago, and then asked Mama Luo to find a few palace people who would interrogate the person to guard her, and wanted to pry some useful words out of the tassel's mouth.

Seeing that now Murong Wei doesn't want to kill herself, it can be seen that she still wants to dig something from herself, and Tassel has a new hope in her heart. She sneered, made up her mind not to speak, and fought hard with Murong Wei to the end.

With the memory of a lifetime, although the dead girl is tricky, she can't escape Murong Wei's palm.

Looking at the tassel's eyes flickering, there was an expression of admiration, Murong Wei smiled lightly, and said to Mama Luo in a small voice, but it was said to the tassel: "This palace is not interested in always accompanying her." Mama ordered to go down, and she didn't say anything for a day, and one day she carved a knife mark on her face. The knife was crossed into a cross, and sooner or later the face was cut like a flower and jade, and then tied in front of her master. ”

Without this face, what else can make Su Duhan fall in love?

Tassel was frightened and frightened, and wanted to reach out to caress his bright cheeks, only to realize that his hands were still tied behind his back. No matter what to rely on or calculate, Tassel struggled to break free from the palace people who were pulling her, and knelt at Murong Wei's feet with a plop: "Ask the princess for mercy, the slave is willing to say anything." ”

At this time, he hated himself for believing in red beans, and he had also guaranteed red beans in front of Su Duhan, but there was no regret medicine to take in this world. The tassel knocked desperately to the ground, and in an instant his forehead became bloody.

To be merciful to one's enemies is to be cruel to oneself. Even though the tassel was devastating with the bloodstains on his face, Murong Wei forced himself to be as hard as a stone, and no longer had a trace of pity for this kind of person with a heart like a snake and scorpion.

She took two steps back in disgust and chuckled at the tassel: "Whether you can open the grace or not, it all depends on what you do in the future." If this palace finds out that you have lied once, it is not as easy as slashing a knife mark on your face. ”

The tassel was still waiting to grab the sky, and she had already been glanced at by Mama Luo, and someone from the palace came up to cover her mouth, dragged all the way to the cage at the back, fastened the iron chain that locked her hands and feet on the copper pillar next to her, and then closed the secret door tightly.

The stars are shining, and autumn is as cool as water. Yingluo and Hongdou helped Murong Wei, and the three of them stepped out of the hugging building. With Qionghua dyeing the rugged red plum in the corner of the wall, Murong Wei took a few steps, caressed the old and thin body of the red plum, and gently pressed her face against the rough trunk.

Witnessing the past life, and witnessing the present life. With those ten years of companionship, this red plum can be regarded as half a best friend.

Even though she had turned to leave, Murong Wei still couldn't help but stop, looking at the vigorous but high-spirited branches of the red plum branches, remembering the years with it as her companion.

A wisp of flute sound rose at the right time, as dashing as a light mist in the morning, penetrating the gloom of the previous life, and penetrating the heavy palace walls of the Bright Wei Palace, turning melodious in the moonlit night, and falling on Murong Wei's heart.

Outside the palace across the wall, she is not lonely, and someone is waiting for her.

Murong Wei suddenly felt extremely happy, she pushed away the hands supported by Yingluo and Hongdou, the red dress slid across the ground like water, and the palace shoes of the moon-white brocade embroidered with gold silk folded branches and roses stepped lightly across the corridor, and then stepped on the falling flowers, and then stepped on the nine-step tall and smooth black jade steps in front of the Bright Wei Palace.

Looking in the direction of the flute, the wisteria roseflower stand under the moonlit night is like a curtain written in light ink. Before the flower rain like a waterfall, Gu Chenxiao quietly collected the flute and opened his arms to her slowly and firmly.

The shallow Du Ruoxiang has never been so long as this moment, burying her head in this familiar embrace, listening to Gu Chenxiao's steady and calm heartbeat, Murong Wei can only be calm like never before.

She gently lifted her toes, her warm cherry lips swept across Gu Chenxiao's cheeks without hesitation, and the next moment she was tightly held in her arms by the comfortable man.

Under the moonlit night, Gu Chenxiao's obsidian-like eyes gradually enlarged in front of him, as if overflowing with the gentleness of the entire starry sky, and as if the most vast ocean was gently rippling. Then, his lips pressed down gently, as mellow as the most beautiful elixir, and sweeter than the most beautiful honey.

As if the most beautiful spring breeze rises, as if the softest white clouds fly by, as if time stands forever, and as if the four seasons do not overlap again, only the people in front of you are the whole of life.

A kiss is like a fine wine, which lasts for a long time.

As if flying through the clouds, a light breeze blew through Murong Wei's flying hair. Raising her head from Gu Chenxiao's arms, she was surprised to find that at some point, Gu Chenxiao was actually sitting on a tall wisteria trellis.

The flower branches trembled leisurely, as if they could not carry the weight of two people, and the clothes fluttered, driving the pieces of falling flowers, and one of the eyelashes stained with Murong Wei was gently leaned down by Gu Chenxiao and gently held it to his lips.