Jiang Chengyi smiled: "If that's the case, then it's better to say that I admire the first beauty in the capital and am crazy about it, how about it?"

Gu Jin looked at Jiang Chengyi with fixed eyes, and lowered his eyes lightly: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said with a smile." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Jiang Chengyi's eyes were no longer bantering, and he held a small piece of paper between his index and middle fingers, and shook it: "The first beauty in the capital, the daughter of General Wei, and now Princess Cheng, what do you want to explain to the palace?"

That small piece of paper reads: If you want to get the help of the king with a different surname, I will see you in Xiyuan tonight.

Gu Jin slowly stood up, slowly glanced at Zi Su, motioned for the other party to go out and guard, took the note from Jiang Chengyi's hand, and put it on the candle to watch it burn out.

"I want to make some people pay the price, that's all. Gu Jin's fair face was dark and bright in the candlelight, and the curvature outlined at the corners of his mouth was inexplicably cold.

"The world is known as the daughter of a king with a different surname, and admires Cheng Cheng. Cheng Wang Shili red makeup will marry you into the door, spoiled like a treasure, how do you know that you have not set up a bureau to wait for this hall?" Jiang Chengyi slowly tapped his hand on the table, and there was still a smile in his eyes, but if he looked closely, he could know that it was just a habitual smile on the other side.

"It's just hearsay, I did admire the king, but now I only want him to go to hell. Gu Jin's eyes were full of coldness, as if with bitter hatred.

Jiang Chengyi raised his eyebrows and supported his chin with one hand: "If you can't tell the truth that you hate to become a king, this palace probably doesn't want to believe it." ”

Gu Jin was silent, slowly walked to Jiang Chengyi's side, and when the other party raised his eyes to look over, he reached out and slowly opened his sleeves.

The knife marks on the wrist are staggered, and the marks are deep and shallow, so you can tell what kind of pain the other party has suffered at a glance.

Jiang Chengyi's eyes shrank, and he subconsciously held that hand, staring at the scar on the wrist with a pair of eyes, as well as the blood-colored knife mark that had not been completed recently, and exclaimed: "How can this be?"

Gu Jin withdrew his hand and covered the scar with his sleeve: "I am just a container to King Cheng." ”

Jiang Chengyi was shocked and looked at Gu Jin's sword eyebrows and frowned fiercely.

"The world is said to be the king's beloved wife, but they don't know that the person is not my Wei Elegy, but Feng Yinyin, the daughter of the imperial doctor, who married me only because my blood can save Feng Yinyin's evil disease. Gu Jin seemed to be talking about other people's business, but it made Jiang Chengyi more and more incredible.

"Ridiculous, how could there be such a vicious method. Jiang Chengyi snorted coldly: "Marrying someone else's blood to save your life is an evil art." ”

"Whether it's a righteous art or an evil art, I just want to end this matter. Gu Jin smiled lowly, with self-deprecation: "Respect each other like guests, love is thousands, and it is just sarcasm in your ears." ”

"You ......" The more Jiang Chengyi listened, the more he felt that this was too cruel to a woman: "Are you still being treated like this?"

Jiang Chengyi remembered that every time at the banquet, Jiang Yangyi said that the princess was sick, and suddenly had a conjecture in his heart.

Gu Jin lowered his eyes, did not deny or admit it, but said: "Everyone in the world knows that the prince is benevolent and righteous, and the elegy does not ask the prince to destroy his relatives with righteousness, but to seek justice in front of the saint for the sake of the elegy, and only asks that the world will not fall into the hands of people with unscrupulous intentions." ”

Gu Jin slowly knelt down under Jiang Chengyi's shocked gaze: "When Elegy was trapped in the water prison, King Cheng once said that he would frame his father in the name of disloyalty and unfilial piety, and use the Mo Dynasty to usurp the throne and ban his father's life, Elegy has no other way but to ask His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to save his father's life." ”

"The kindness of this day, the elegy will be remembered in my heart, and the next day will be reciprocated. ”

Jiang Chengyi hurriedly helped Gu Jin up, felt the coldness of that hand, and frowned slightly: "This palace has known about this matter, and it will definitely protect Wang Zhouquan, but you ......"

"Even if you get out of this palace, the elegy will not be long. Gu Jin smiled lightly, with ease: "It's better to end this grievance and revenge completely." ”

Jiang Chengyi doesn't know and can't understand how many inhuman encounters he has to experience, how much sorrow he has to experience, and what kind of death he has to go through, so that the people in front of him can see life and death so freely.

It seems that death is a relief for her.

Wei Elegy, a woman of great fame in the world, now stood before him, smiling desolate and contented, and telling him that my life was not long in coming.

Jiang Chengyi was suddenly very distressed, this woman should have been held in the palm of her hand, but why did fate make people suffer and be treated like this.

Elegy, a song sung by the mourner to mourn the dead.

Did you already know that you would be so detached in this life, so you were so fearless?

"There are many skilled imperial doctors in the palace, they must be ......" Jiang Chengyi couldn't help but comfort Gu Jin, but looking at the smile on the corner of her mouth, she suddenly lost her voice.

"Your Highness, you haven't loved anyone, so you won't know how I'm feeling right now. Gu Jin smiled: "I have loved, hurt, hated, and hurt and now my heart is dead, how can people who are dead in heart live?"

Jiang Chengyi pursed his lips: "Wei Elegy, the king with a different surname is still waiting for you, if he knows what you look like now, wouldn't he be sad?"

"Because of this, I also ask Your Highness to keep it a secret for me, and my father will help His Highness ascend the throne safely, and I only ask His Highness to let my father enjoy his old age in peace. Gu Jin rolled up her sleeves, only to feel a chill down her spine, only to suddenly find that the window was not closed, and the cold wind was shining through and blowing on her body, making her suddenly unbearable.

As for the father's case, it was not because he believed that his beloved daughter had died of illness. Gu Jin couldn't help coughing: "Your Highness can agree, just fulfill the wish of the dying person!"

Jiang Chengyi strode to the window, closed the window tightly, and then took the silver fox on the side, draped it on Gu Jin's body, and responded heavily: "I know." ”

Gu Jin smiled slowly, the warmth between his eyebrows flowed, and the fragrance was peerless.

Jiang Chengyi made a move, only to feel that the woman in front of him who was blown down by the wind was weak and cold.

He didn't know how to make her have the desire to survive for a while, but he felt that this woman was probably the most distressing woman he had ever seen.

Unconsciously, she stayed at the tip of her heart like this, making your whole heart feel sorry for her.

"If you try to find another reason to live, you will try to live, right?" Jiang Chengyi looked at Gu Jin, not afraid that she would be dead, afraid that she would not be able to raise any expectations for life, and then her heart would be completely barren and she would no longer be able to see anything.

He wanted her to see something else, at least something she liked......

Gu Jin felt Wei Elegy's mood, and opened her lips slightly: "I used to be very happy and have someone I liked." Now, I don't dare to......"

"Still, I promise you to live well before you leave. ”

It's just that you don't know that living well is sometimes a luxury.

For the former Wei Elegy, or a kind of pain, death is her only long-cherished wish.