Su Yu played several games with Lin Feiye in the palace, and both of them were masters, which could be described as hearty, until the palace maid came over and shouted a few times, saying that lunch had been passed on. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It really happened that the game was over, Lin Feiye was defeated by him, Su Yu got up and was about to retire, she left him: "Su Qing will eat with the palace." ”

Su Yu bowed his hand and said goodbye: "The minister will not accompany his mother, there are still some things at home, so I will go back first." ”

He had one thing on his mind.

Lin Feiye was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and soon understood what he was referring to, so he didn't keep it anymore, and only said: "Then you go, next time we will have two more games." ”

Su Yu agreed with a smile, turned around and retreated.

There are not many people in Su Fu, because Su Yu is not at home all the year round, and he is a quiet person, so he only has a few servants who are enough.

Seeing Su Yu coming back, the subordinate greeted him and asked respectfully, "My lord is back, is it a bath or dinner?" It's all ready. ”

Su Yu lowered his eyes, as if he was seriously considering, and just when the next person thought that he hadn't made it clear and was about to repeat it again, he spoke: "Don't bathe, don't have dinner, you go to the wine cellar and get me some old good wine, and send it to my room." ”

The subordinate is also sensible, so he didn't ask more, nodded and left neatly.

The next person's movements were very fast, and when Su Yu had just returned to the room, he did what Su Yu said, brought two pots of wine, Su Yu didn't say anything, he didn't say anything, put down the wine and went out of the room.

The sunset outside the window is just right, dyeing one side of the sky red, just like her in a red dress back then, dazzling and gentle.

It's so beautiful, the people he thought would always be together, and finally left so easily. And all this is only because of Murong Yan.

He took two wine glasses, poured the wine, drank one glass of wine himself, and spilled another glass of wine on the ground, his eyes were rare tenderness, he looked at the wine on the ground, as if looking at his lover, and said softly: "Everything is almost over, it's all over, you look at me, I took everything she took back with my own hands." ”

In the setting sun, a heavy and light sigh fell.

Murong Yan sat in the corner of the room, her head buried in her lap, as if she had fallen asleep.

She watched Su Yu walk in, and when she saw him walk in front of her, she looked up and looked at him.

He was still smiling, smiling like he had when he was in the palace before, and with his beautiful face, he looked weird and bewitching, but there was a layer of ice under his eyes, full of murderous intent.

Murong Yan had a sallow face, and all the jewelry in the past had been washed clean in this court storm.

She withdrew her gaze and asked coldly, "How are you doing?" Isn't that enough? ”

"I want you to die." He said it almost word by word, revealing fierceness in the coldness, which made Murong Yan stunned.

"Okay, let me die, let me die happily!" She stood up and walked towards Su Yu step by step, bearing too much, she faltered.

"Heh, make you happy? How can it make you happy! Su Yu pulled out a whip, the whip was made of snake skin, and when he flung it in the air, the whip cut through the air and the whirring wind sounded.

The whip was whipped on Murong Yan's body one by one, and every time it was hit, a blood mark appeared on Murong Yan's body, and the blood soaked through the robe, making it shockingly red.

Murong Yan cried out loudly in pain, and when she got to the back, she no longer had the strength to speak, Su Yu threw the whip on the ground casually, took out a dagger, and walked towards her.

Murong Yan was lying on the ground, watching him approach him step by step, his eyes were already blurred, Su Yu walked up to her, and without a trace of hesitation, he sent the dagger into her heart.

Murong Yan snorted, looking at the dagger on her heart, a little incredulous, but this disbelief gradually turned into relief.

She is Murong Yan, how can she live such a life? Death can be regarded as a kind of relief, but some people and some things cannot be forgotten after all.

She remembered the bits and pieces of her and Duan Aoyang back then, and remembered many, many things, she didn't know if she regretted it, but whether she regretted it or not, it didn't matter.

Her eyes were open, the blood in her body was quickly drained, and her breathing was gradually drained before finally stopping.

Pain, love, regret, all disappeared without a trace as the blood flowed out.

Su Yu took a handkerchief, poured the rest of the wine on his hand, and wiped it carefully, as if he had touched something very dirty just now.

There was silence under the moonlight, as if a previous killing had never happened.

A servant came and knocked on the door, then pushed it in.

"Throw her in a mass grave and feed her to the wild dogs." Su Yu wiped his hands and commanded exceptionally calmly, as if the corpse that fell to the ground in front of him had nothing to do with him.

Murong Yan died a miserable death, and no one dared to look at it, so he turned around and wanted to go out to call someone after listening to his instructions, but he was stopped by Su Yu, so he had to turn back again.

"Send someone to the palace and tell the queen that Murong Yan is dead."

"Yes."

in the Royal Palace.

"Is it dead..."Lin Feiye was packing up the chess pieces, and when he heard the news, the chess pieces in his hand fell on the chessboard with a crisp sound. She muttered.

Murong Yan, saying that she was dead at this time, really had a feeling of being suddenly separated from the world. This woman, even Lin Feiye, thinks she is very smart, but on the other hand, she is too stupid and takes herself too seriously, and it will always be not good.

"If it's all right, the slave and maid will retreat." The palace maid asked aloud.

"Wait." Lin Feiye got up, held his stomach with his hand, rummaged in his small box, took a box of soothing incense, and ordered: "You take this, and then go to the Tai Hospital to get some medicine and send it to Master Su, so that he can take good care of his body." ”

Murong Yan is dead, I only hope that Su Yu can forget this past and stop being immersed in pain.

Thinking about it, Lin Feiye sighed and put away the chessboard one by one.

At first, Su Yu only thought that Lin Feiye was an ordinary woman who relied on Duan Aoyang's side and was a fox and a tiger, but as he deepened his understanding, he found more and more that Lin Feiye was a very special person.

It's a friend worth making.

After going through so many things, the friendship between the two seems to be one step closer, Duan Aoyang has just ascended the throne, and there are always many things to do, so Su Yu enters the palace from time to time and accompanies Lin Feiye to play chess and talk, and because of his extensive knowledge, Duan Qingyu occasionally asks him some questions.