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Under the sky, the twilight is thickening.

Inside the palace.

Jiang Ji was soft and coquettish, and her bones were greasy on King Lin's body.

"Your Majesty." She called softly, holding the wine lord in her hand, "Have another drink!" ”

King Lin's hand teasingly lifted Jiang Ji's jaw: "Ai Ji's eyes are extremely good-looking. ”

Since Wu Ji was pulled over by King Lin to block the arrow and died on the occasion of the alliance that day, Jiang Ji has become King Lin's favorite concubine.

She chuckled and tried her best to get King Lin drunk.

If she is drunk, she will not be able to walk, and if she can't walk, she will naturally be able to stay in her palace.

Her mind is simple and practical.

The red candle is dim, and the temperature of luxury is rising.

The jade body is horizontal.

The embroidered skirt of Luo gauze fell on the ground in layers, and the dark red and shiny fox fur was raised by the hand.

King Lin picked up Jiang Ji, laughed loudly and walked inside.

Dozens of vermilion curtains swayed, covering a very wide carved lacquer couch in between.

There is a chuckle, wanting to welcome or refuse.

There was a whisper, a whisper.

The lights are dimming.

A cloud of white smoke fell from the green tiles between the roofs and quickly dispersed.

The sound in the room gradually fell silent, except for the dull snoring.

There was a ray of light from the roof, which was not clear at night.

The light grew wider, and the roof tiles were carefully removed.

Then a petite figure fell into the house.

Jing Changning's toes landed on the ground without the slightest sound.

Gently, she picked out a white undershirt from the scattered clothes on the ground, and shook the porcelain vase in her hand gently, dropping some gray-white powder.

The off-white powder fell on the shirt like the most inconspicuous dust.

Jing Changning smiled, and the dark light of the night reflected on the corners of her slightly raised lips.

At the bottom of his eyes, there is a touch of cunning.

The last poison of the feather in this world was always used in the most suitable place.

It's not in vain that she worked hard.

Her gaze was fixed on two blurred figures in the veil.

"Now, you should be able to die." She muttered under her breath.

Raising his head, a white silk rose from his hand, climbed on the beam, and with this jump, Jing Changning's figure flew out of the house neatly.

The green tiles were covered with green tiles again, and it was as if nothing had ever happened.

On top of an old tree, Jing Changning quietly looked at the rolling clouds in the sky.

The clouds are deep, and all the stars and moonlight are buried.

For some reason, there is such a holly forest on the west side of King Lin's palace.

In the depths of winter, the foliage is still luxuriant.

The leaves covered Jing Changning's figure tightly, and she lay quietly among the branches.

Look up at the inky sky cut into stars by the leaves.

Just put the feather poison on King Lin's underwear, her heart suddenly became extremely peaceful, as if she had opened a new prelude to her life with a knife.

"Lin Guo." She clasped her hands and said in a deep voice.

Footsteps could be heard in the distance.

"You said that this Wu Ji is also pitiful, it is rare to be favored by the king, this met an assassin, and was pulled by the king to block the sword, how long has it been, the king stayed with Jiang Ji every night, who can remember Wu Ji's goodness?" A grumbling voice came from a palace maid.

Jing Changning looked down.

A broken straw mat wrapped around a corpse was carried between it by two palace maids.

"This Wu Ji died miserably, but it was bitter for you and me, and in the middle of the night, the third watch had to be carried to the Wuxin Courtyard for burial, secretly, the king didn't even give Wu Ji a title, and it was really cold."

Jing Changning's gaze sank slightly.

In front of the people of the world, King Lin pulled Wu Ji over the blocking sword, which was ruthless to the extreme.

Therefore, if Wu Ji is really buried in a beautiful manner, the world can remember King Lin's actions when they think of Wu Ji.

It's inevitably a stain.

Therefore, dying silently is destined to be Wu Ji's final fate.

Jing Changning sighed.

The emperor is really ruthless.

"It is said that there are too many corpses buried in this Wuxin Courtyard, and several sons who died in the palace change, as well as a few ** ministers and palace maids, seem to have been buried there in the end." A palace maid said.

"It is said that there was also Chu Chang'an, the son of Chu State, who was put together after the car was cracked, and his body was also collected in Wuxin Courtyard." Another palace maid said.

The two seemed to be emboldening each other, and they talked a lot.

But he didn't notice that a figure on the holly tree beside him suddenly stood up.

Brother?

Jing Changning clenched his palms.

Brother...... Is it there too?

Jing Changning bit his lip, and his expression fell for a moment.

Then she jumped down from the branch, tiptoe to the ground, without making a sound.

She walked quietly behind the two palace maids.

The palm of his hand clenched tightly, and gradually loosened again.

……

Side, a pot of cloudy wine.

The wine is turbid, but it is very strong.

Mo Liang raised his head and poured it one by one.

The dark clouds were in a trance, revealing some obscured stars.

It's like a seed hidden under the soil sprouts, and it goes out of control.

Soft light pours down.

Mo Liang lay among the withered grass.

He stretched out his left hand and placed it on a tombstone.

"I don't know who you are, but there are still parents and relatives at home to take care of, and you died for me like this, but what are your unfulfilled wishes?" He whispered.

On the tombstone, there are three words engraved with wind and frost.

- Chu Chang'an.

"My father once said that in ancient times, there was a city, called Chang'an, which was a very prosperous place, and the name of the city was to make me carry the weight of the whole country." Mo Liang smiled, bent his knees, and put his right hand on the long hem of the ink shirt on his knees.

"However, Chu Changan is dead, he is burdened with shame, he is not worthy of the surname Chu, nor is he worthy of carrying the name of a city!" Mo Liang raised his head and drank the turbid wine in the jug.

There was footsteps near.

Mo Liang's eyebrows sank, and the whole person rolled on the ground, and then leaned over and hid behind the tombstone.

I saw two palace maids digging with shovels, and quickly threw a broken and swept corpse into the dug pit.

He hurried away.

Then a petite figure, with light steps, walked quietly between the tombstones, and finally stopped in front of Chu Chang'an's tombstone.

Jing Changning knelt on the ground heavily, and his trembling hand touched the weathered tombstone.

Her heart felt like it had been struck, and she was panting in pain.

Is this where my brother's bones are buried?

She gritted her teeth, but she couldn't cry, and large tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Why are you crying?" A voice ethereal.

Jing Changning's mind suddenly sobered up, and his sadness was condensed and pressed to the deepest part of his heart, and he calmed down fiercely.

She looked warily at the half figure behind the tombstone.

Mo Liang stood up from the ground and gently twisted the spout of the flask with his left hand.

The hand shook slightly.

"This Lang Jun ...... Are you here to drink with me? He asked, intoxicated.

Ink cool?

Jing Changning narrowed his eyes, and his heart tensed for a moment.