Fu Changyu walked to the gate of Murong Huang's Fengqi Palace with a gloomy face, and when he looked up at the plaque mentioned by the royal pen in a daze, there were already palace maids who screamed and entered the palace gate and ran to report the news. "樂" Wen "Xiao" said|

When Murong Huang came out dressed in red, Fu Changyu showed a pale smile and said softly, "This red dress is very suitable for you." As he spoke, his hand holding the ice blade had already stabbed out fiercely, stabbing Murong Huang's heart with a knife. Murong Huang's eyes widened, his mouth trembled and he couldn't speak, and his handsome and moving face became pale and distorted from pain.

"Why...... You want to kill me......" Murong Huang looked at Fu Changyu, his face full of questions, despair and sadness.

Fu Changyu gritted his teeth, and the next moment he pulled out the ice blade, and he looked at Murong Huang's face as beautiful as a lotus flower with some pity. The palace maids were stunned at first, but after a while, they came to their senses, screaming and dodging, and no one dared to come forward to help Murong Huang.

So, Murong Huang just fell down with a pair of beautiful and unwilling big eyes. As he fell, his beautiful tan hair spread out in the wind, and as his body fell to the ground, it fell lightly to the ground and spread out.

A stream of crimson blood continued to seep out from the fingers that clutched his chest, more and more, more and more urgently, and finally gushed out like a spring. Murong Huang opened his mouth and couldn't say a word, but his body kept twitching because of the pain, which looked extremely terrifying.

Fu Changyu held the ice blade tightly in his hand, and stood in the wind with a gray face. A breeze blew, and the petals on the trees fluttered down one after another, covering Murong Huang's whole body, and even Fu Changyu's hair and shoulders also fell a few pink petals.

Time seems to stand still. There was a faint smell of blood in the air, which made such a beautiful picture show a bit of cruelty. Fu Changyu stood still like that, looking at the beautiful person who was twitching on the ground with a pair of eyes full of compassion, until the person slowly closed his eyes.

The warm sunset had gradually tilted to the west, and the blood stains on the beautiful and peerless man had solidified, and his eyes were still half-open, indicating the unwillingness and resentment of his master. A crystal clear shard condensed from under his hand clutching his chest, shining brightly in the sun.

Fu Changyu bent down slightly, stretched out his hand and took out the fragment, grabbed it into his palm, and then took heavy steps and walked away. He heard the screams of the palace maids and eunuchs behind him, followed by the sound of a group of neat steps running towards him. That's the palace guard. However, none of them dared to stop Fu Changyu, but dodged a way and silently let him go.

In the evening, when he returned to Hanfu, Fu Changyu changed into clean clothes, and then went to see Hanmoyu. Han Moyu still didn't wake up. The imperial doctor prescribed medicine to Han Moyu, and Han Moyu had already taken it, but he still had a high fever. Fu Changyu stood aside and said expressionlessly: "Erase her memory, let her stop remembering me, I know you have this ability." ”

The Imperial Physician and the Medicine Boy looked at each other, then glanced at Fu Changyu suspiciously, and confirmed: "Your Highness the Imperial Palace, you said that you want to erase Miss Hanmoyu's memory?"

"Yes, wipe her memory with a golden needle. I know, you can do it. Fu Changyu said.

The Imperial Doctor frowned, and asked again: "Is it all the memory?" I can't erase her memory, but I can seal some of her memory with a golden needle. ”

"To seal the memory, you need two skilled people to administer the needle, and you also need two experienced assistants to assist. I can't do it alone. In either case, it will cause some damage to the brain, and will make people only seven or eight years old during the sealing period, especially if the permanent seal causes irreversible damage. ”

Fu Changyu smiled slightly and said, "No matter what, I just want her to stop knowing me." With that, he turned around and walked out. He wasn't the man she knew anymore. No longer the kind, peaceful man, on the contrary, his hands were stained with the blood of sin.

He didn't want her to remember him like that again, he didn't want her to look at him like that with those eyes, full of love and hate. He didn't look her in the eye and stabbed her in the heart with a knife. He wanted her to forget, to forget him, so that she would not suffer more before she died.

His Royal Highness Fu Chang entered the palace with weapons, and the news of the assassination of Murong Huang, the prince of Yan State, reached the emperor's ears that night. He rushed to Fengqi Palace angrily and anxiously, but what he saw was Murong Huang's faint sad face and eyes that didn't close. The blood on his body had dried up, but the wound was gone under the dagger's torn clothes.

There were no scars, and no one dared to testify again. However, Murong Huang closed his eyes quietly, making His Majesty the Emperor grief. He hugged his body, swayed, and shouted in a mournful voice: "You open your eyes to me! Huang'er, you open your eyes to me! I order you not to leave me like this! Do you hear it, I order you, wake up now!"

The imperial doctor entered the Fengqi Palace in a hurry, and as soon as he entered the door, he threw away the medicine box and went straight to the bed. Gonggong Xiao persuaded the emperor to get up, and the imperial doctor hurriedly approached the bed to take Murong Huang's pulse. He frowned, half loud, then shook his head and got up, and said, "Murong Gongzi has already gone, please mourn Your Majesty!"

His Majesty the Emperor was grief-stricken, and shouted at the palace maids, eunuchs, and guards with red eyes: "Who did it?!Arrest him for me! I will break him into ten thousand pieces!" After yelling, he lay down next to Murong Huang's bed, and kept stroking Murong Huang's gradually cold face, crying silently.

That night, Fu Changyu was arrested and put on death row. He lay on the cold floor, looking at the mottled wooden door, but his heart was very calm. And the Han Mansion, since Fu Changyu was arrested, has been in a mess.

Mrs. Han immediately entered the palace to meet the queen mother who had been grounded. Mrs. Han kowtowed in front of the queen's palace for two full hours before the queen sent someone to call her in to talk.

Looking at Mrs. Han, who was oozing blood on her forehead and her face was broken, the queen felt the glory of the victor. She looked up at Mrs. Han and said with a cold smile: "What is Mrs. Han doing? You are already a second-grade lady, how can you still give such a big gift?"

Lady Han ignored the cynicism of the queen mother, and continued to kowtow and beg: "Niangniang, please save his life for the sake of Changyu is your adopted son! As long as you are willing to save him, let me do anything!"

The queen mother slowly stood up, and with the support of the maidservant, Yingying walked in front of Mrs. Han, and said with a smile: "If you want me to save Changyu, it's not impossible." It's just that you know best what I want, right?"

Mrs. Han straightened up and said, "I know what Niang Niang wants. Please rest assured, as long as Niangniang is willing to help, my Rouge will disappear from Niangniang's eyes immediately and will never appear again. As he spoke, he took out a small white porcelain vase from his bosom: "Niangniang, before I came to the palace, I had already prepared my own way. ”

The queen frowned slightly, and the palace maid, who was already organic, brought a young white cat, and poured a few drops of the liquid in the white porcelain bottle on the cooked meat in front of the kitten. The kitten smelled the fragrance, meowed, and burst out of the palace maid's arms, and took the cooked meat into its mouth in one bite, and swallowed it after a few chews. After a while, the kitten let out a miserable whimper, and screamed mournfully.

The queen mother nodded with satisfaction, walked up to the chair with a smile and sat down again, and said, "Okay, I'll help you with this favor, you can go back and wait for news now." Remember, I have the ability to rescue Han Changyu, and I have the ability to get him back on death row, do you understand? If you dare to play tricks on me, I'll let you send the white-haired man to the black-haired man!"

Mrs. Han cried and nodded again and again, and then the palace maid led her out of the palace gate.