Her face was cold, "Then the Jiang family betrayed you on the first day, saying that you were greedy for beauty and evil, and someone fed you that terrible soup that day, you should also know that it was the Jiang family's hand." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info She's trying to put out your mouth, and she's doing this to you...... What else do you have to keep secret for her? ’

The monk's face was as dry as ashes, stained with blood, and Mu Yanchun really couldn't see what his expression was.

saw him show a ghost-like expression, and suddenly snorted out a mouthful of blood, "Lao Tzu is rotten, I'm afraid of a fart to live or die!" If you want to come, come! I'm afraid of your mother's !! ”

Mu Yanchun's face was stained with two blood stains, and the monk saw her with a shocked face, and laughed as if he was crazy.

The whole face was full of an expression of crying.

Mu Yanchun took two steps back, and was about to speak, but the torture head was attracted by the monk's voice, thinking that something was wrong, and when he saw the monk's crazy expression, he was startled, and hurriedly separated Mu Yanchun.

The monk's ghostly eyes stared at Mu Yanchun, watching her being taken out by the torture head, until she couldn't see her figure anymore, the whole person was paralyzed as if she had been pulled out of the bones, and the words just now were more like a return to the light, and she returned to her previous lifelessness with a word.

He scolded weakly in his heart: "Lao Tzu is not a thing, but his mother has caught up with such a bastard woman in this life, what can he do?" ”

When she first came back to him and asked him for the medicine that was harmful, he knew that if he had agreed to him, he would end up in the future.

He didn't ask her to save himself, he knew better than anyone what kind of woman she was.

The medicine she used was all prepared by him, and the bowl of medicine that the man fed him that day was also prepared by him for her, how could he not know that it was her hand.

Then he knew that this time he would probably not survive.

He had known her for many years.

At that time, he was not a monk, and he was not as profligate as he is now.

At that time, he was still a young and vigorous young man, his birth was not noble, but he was also quite favored by the local boudoir women, he was a little clever since he was a child, and he was very good at observing words and feelings, so he was very pleased with his ancestors.

The first time he saw the woman, he knew what a cruel, heartless, selfish woman she must be.

But he was still in love with her.

Until she killed someone for her and entered the prison cell, until she begged herself bitterly to let herself create an opportunity for her to marry into the Jing'an Hou Mansion.

It had always been like this, and there was nothing she could not hold in her hands. He was just a pawn in her hand, at her mercy and toying, in fact, he knew it very well.

So she was afraid of being known that she was involved with her and didn't want to associate with him. She hated his wounded eyes, and he knew it. He shouldn't have fallen in love with a woman like her, he knew it that way.

She never believed in love, only in profit.

But he couldn't control himself.

Love is not like a hobby of a plaything, you can fall in love if you want to love, and you can give up if you want to.

If he hadn't been so profligate and willing to fall, how could she trust him?

He vaguely remembered that when he was a poor and uninhibited teenager, he reflected the snow sac fireflies in the cold window for ten years, and the scholarly business was angry and scolded Fang Xuan, just when the smoke lock tower was floating blue, and the moon cage flowers reflected the forest slanting.

Under the bustling green tree, the woman turned around and looked back, shocked by the thousands of feelings in her heart.

He didn't love the unparalleled color of the country and the city, and was only filled by her beautiful smile.

Back then, he also laughed and was uninhibited, and the young man was sad and broke the hearts of countless daughters.

He cut off the feathers for her, and sought the road of Zhuangkang; He also cut off the green silk for her, and when he was proud of his life, he broke off this life.

The wounds in his eyes have been sought for good healing, and they are still not well healed.

He never complained about her.

For her wishes, he personally sent her into the deep mansion and watched her become someone else's woman.

He just hurts.

He is like a jewel, a woman on the tip of his heart, but that person treats her badly.

She was even afraid that she had influenced her, and she did not want to see her again.

When she came to him again and asked him for a pair of poison, he was filled with hatred.

He hated that he was just from an ordinary family, and he couldn't give her everything she wanted, if that person was him...... The one who married her was him, and he would give her the best of everything, he would give her the cold fragrant flowers in the winter snow, he would give her the candleflies in the summer, he would give her everything he could......

- everything that he could never achieve again in this life.

But he ...... There's no going back.

Because, she doesn't love him.

The man who had to bear the stigma until the last moment of his life, and who would be spurned for thousands of years after his death, quietly closed his eyes.

The west wind was clear, there was no longer a trace of wind in the sky, and the dreary air made people feel suffocated.

For days, the weather was like this.

Mu Yanchun returned home that day, and he was depressed for several days, but he couldn't lift his spirits. This weather is not even very sleepy, whether it is turning over or lying down, it is uncomfortable, but it is like a serious illness, and there is no reason to look at it.

In such weather, the spices burning in the incense burner make people feel even more stuffy, and even the lightest and lightest rice pills now smell heavy.

Jiang couldn't help frowning when he looked at the pill incense, and called the maid to tell her to withdraw the pill.

Without the heavy aroma, Jiang Shi felt much better in his chest in a trance.

But as soon as she thought of that Qing monk, her heart sank again.

She had just remembered something, but she turned around and forgot it cleanly. She wanted to ask Rong'er to come in and ask, but she saw Rong'er with a happy face and walked in mysteriously.

As soon as she came in, she didn't speak, only closed the door tightly, and looked around again, before lowering her voice and saying happily: "Auntie, you can finally get your grievances, that monk is dead!" ”

"What did you say?"

Rong'er saw that the expression on her aunt's face was not very good, she hesitated slightly, and her voice gradually became much quieter, "The slave heard that the monk was burned at the stake, and he was burned alive at noon today, and the whole person was burned to ashes, only a white bead the size of a fingernail was burned out of the ribs on his chest, and people spread it evilly...... It is said that the bodhi seed of dedication is said to be an extremely precious thing. ”

Jiang's eyes were slightly stunned, and Rong'er's voice in her ears seemed to gradually leave her......

I only heard her ethereal voice in the distance, and said from afar, "...... Some people say that this monk has been wronged, and the government is also a little hesitant when he hears it, thinking about whether to re-investigate the case! ”

Re-investigate the case?

Jiang Shi was excited, trembling all over, almost unable to sit still, and held on to the seat.

"I ...... Let's go see Master Hou. ”