Emperor Yongrong calmed down at this time. The brain that has been eroded by the drug for a long time was once in a state of drowsiness or excitement, and when it really calmed down, the cloudy eyes seemed to have the same luster as before.

Sikong Yu looked at those eyes in a daze, and burst into tears.

"Your Majesty...... Song Li, husband Jun...... Where the hell have you been after all this time? ”

Emperor Yongrong felt the heat of the tears falling on his face, and he was full of anger and suffocated, and it instantly cooled a little.

His neck moved slightly inadvertently, but he felt the blade against his neck, and Emperor Yongrong suddenly became angry again, and said coldly: "I don't know what to say!" Sikong Yu, let me go immediately! ”

Sikong Yu smiled with tears in his eyes: "Song Li, it turns out that you still remember my name." Do you remember the last time you called me by my name? She didn't need Emperor Yongrong's answer, she just shook her head to herself.

"No, you certainly don't remember. You are not Song Li at all, you are just a madman, a madman whose soul has been held hostage by Li Yan'er! ”

"You're crazy!" Emperor Yongrong finally couldn't stand the queen's coercion, and suddenly straightened up and hit each other with a backhand, "You poisonous woman!" ”

The queen only twisted her waist slightly, avoiding the palm of Emperor Yongrong's attack, and the dagger in her hand turned and once again pressed against Emperor Yongrong's neck.

"Song Li, it seems that you are really old and confused, have you forgotten that your martial arts have always been inferior to me?" The queen sneered and looked at Emperor Yongrong's unwilling expression.

"Sikong Yu, what do you want?!" Emperor Yongrong gritted his teeth and said.

"What do I want?" The queen muttered, and after a moment, she shook her head and smiled slowly, "My Wen'er was killed by you and Li Yan'er, and my inkstone has been entrusted to a safe person." What more could I ask for? ”

Emperor Yongrong's face sank: "I said a long time ago that Chaowen's death has nothing to do with the Li family!" ”

"Shut up!" The Empress suddenly shouted, raising her hand and slapping Emperor Yongrong heavily in the face.

There was a snap, and it was still crisp and loud above the spacious hall.

The people kneeling in His Highness trembled with fright, and no one dared to raise their heads.

Emperor Yongrong stared at the queen coldly, but he didn't dare to move a little because of the increasingly tight blade on his neck. The queen looked at the handprints on his face that were gradually red and swollen, but she smiled comfortably.

"Song Li, you beast is not as good as a dog, you killed Chaowen with Li Yan'er, and you have to exonerate her. This slap is long overdue! Chaowen is your first child, and it is also the child you have been holding and raising since childhood, and it was you who taught him to read and write, named him the prince, and taught him how to govern the country. I don't understand, I really don't understand, how can you give it, how can you give it! ”

As she spoke, the queen burst into tears.

Emperor Yongrong's face was pale, his eyes were heavy, but he just gritted his teeth and said nothing.

"Do you still remember why you brought Li Yan'er into the palace to support the Li family?" The queen wiped the tears from her cheeks, took a long breath, and said, "Heh, you were abducted by Li Yan'er to cultivate every day, drunk and dreamed of death, how could you still remember?" Let me remind you, you're here to deal with Sikong. The Sikong clan supported you to ascend to the throne, and you were afraid that the Sikong family would be the lord of the town and the dictatorship of the relatives, so you had to support the Li family, who was not famous, to weaken the power of the Sikong clan. You have done a good job, the Sikong family, which has been passed down for hundreds of years, is now exiled and derogatory, all of them are scattered, and they have long been scattered. ”

"In today's court, there are no clansmen from the Sikong clan, only Li Yan'er's father covers the sky with one hand. In this harem, only Li Yan'er is above 10,000 people, and the royal blood is at her disposal. Song Li, Song Li, this is the result you want?! This is the final result you demanded back then, at the cost of purging the power of the Sikong family? After a hundred years, will this Great Liang Dynasty continue to be surnamed Song, or will it be surnamed Li? ”

"Shut up, stop talk! You are talking nonsense! Emperor Yongrong's eyes widened suddenly, cold sweat was dripping on his forehead, and his expression was crazy, ignoring the dagger against his neck that had pierced into the flesh, and he shook his head again and again, "My dynasty will always be in my hands for a long time!" The Li family is just a lackey at my feet! ”

"Song Li, wake up!" The queen said coldly, "Come out of the Taoist temple of your Wuji Palace, open your eyes and look outside!" This Jiangshan Dynasty has long been surnamed Li, not Song! What kind of elixir do you think Li Yan'er gave you to cultivate?! Eternal life? It's a joke! Can you leave that medicine now even for a day? Once you run out of medicine, haven't you seen the ugliness of you when you asked Li Yan'er for medicine?! Where are you still the king of a country, you are simply a dog that Li Yan'er used drugs to control zhì! ”

"Shut up! Shut up! Say no more! Emperor Yongrong struggled frantically, his blood-red eyes almost bulging out.

The queen withdrew the dagger, and as soon as her hand was released, Emperor Yongrong stumbled and fell to the ground, trembling hands and feet for a long time and failed to get up.

"Elixir...... My elixir...... Give me the elixir! Emperor Yongrong groped on the ground, gradually rolling uncomfortably into a ball.

He had just "cultivated", and he shouldn't have held back so soon.

It's just that Xie Jingxiu broke into the Forbidden Palace and forcibly interrupted his "cultivation", and the queen's narration seemed to be pulling the tentacles of longing in his heart every word, and it suddenly broke out at this moment, and it was completely irresistible.

The queen stood quietly to the side, looking at Emperor Yongrong who was squirming and crawling at her feet, her face seemed to be happy and sad, but after all, she shed tears again.

When she married this man, he had been so heroic, and although his martial arts were not good and he had never been her opponent, he was still a god high in her mind, and she admired and longed for it with all her heart.

Even if he really changes, even if he turns against him, she would rather be completely bad, so bad that people and gods are angry, so bad that everyone must remember that he is a traitor who does all kinds of evil when they mention him, but she only doesn't want to see him fall into such a pathetic end.

It is worse than the most wolf-bèi beggar in the world, tearfully begging for alms.

The queen stood stiffly with her hands down, her hands covered by wide sleeves, and the hem of her big red robe, which was as wide as a phoenix's tail, swayed long on the steps. She lifted her face, closed her eyes slightly, opened them suddenly, crouched down and grabbed one of Emperor Yongrong's hands, and without hesitation, she plunged the iron-sharpened dagger into the thin palm.

A miserable cry echoed over the main hall, and Emperor Yongrong's mind was suddenly regained by this sharp pain as if it was wrapped in mist, and for the time being, he ignored the desire to scratch his heart and liver, and rolled from side to side with the injured left-handed wolf, wailing again and again.

The Empress staggered two steps with a sad face, sat down slowly on the steps, and slowly blinked her eyelashes twice as if she were very tired, looking at the Yongrong Emperor who was rolling in front of her.

"Poisonous woman! You poisonous woman! If you dare to kill the king, I will kill you! Emperor Yongrong raised his blood-red eyes and glared at Empress Sikong Yu, and saliva fell on the bright red felt carpet laid under him, like a drop of blood.

The queen's slightly curled lips were really bleeding blood. Dark red blood poured out of the thin lips that were gradually losing their color, dripping on her noble and bright queen's clothes, smearing dark red flowers.

Emperor Yongrong was stunned, and the voice of shouting and denunciating stopped abruptly, just looking at his queen in a daze, and his chaotic mind seemed to be unable to understand what was going on for a while.

The queen smiled miserably, revealing her blood-stained teeth, and said in a slight voice: "Song Li, you are not qualified to take my life. Only I can end my empty jade's life. ”

Emperor Yongrong was shocked, as if he suddenly came back to his senses, he climbed two steps on the felt carpet with ugly movements, grabbed the queen's shoulders with both hands, and stained the red auspicious robe with another piece of blood with his bleeding left hand.

"You must not die! I won't allow you to die! Sikong Yu! Did you hear that? Emperor Yongrong shouted sharply with straight eyes, "Sikong Yu, what kind of poison have you eaten?" The antidote! Where's the antidote?! ”

The queen's breath quickly weakened, and in an instant, she was already angry.

She opened her heavy eyelids, looking at Emperor Yongrong's strange look of panic and helplessness, she couldn't see whether there was a trace of reluctance and sadness on that strange and familiar face.

"Your Majesty...... My husband, Song Li, has already been killed by Li Yan'er. The empress said in an inaudible voice, but the words clearly fell into the ears of Emperor Yongrong.

"And you're just a puppet in her hands. Without her medicine, you are like a dog......" The empress reluctantly raised a hand and gently stroked Emperor Yongrong's distorted face, but the words that came out of her mouth were as sharp as knives.

"Look at the way you look now, it really makes me ...... Gagging ......"

As she spoke, the queen's hand fell heavily, and her half-open eyes lost the last trace of brilliance.

Emperor Yongrong half-hugged the queen's still warm and soft body, and his body was stunned on the spot, without a trace of movement for a long time. There was silence for a long time above the main hall of Xingning Palace.

The sound of the slapping board outside the door had stopped for some time, and the two bloody corpses had lost all their life on the smooth ground in front of the temple.

The only few remaining palace maids outside the Xingning Palace glanced at each other, smiled slightly, took out a pill from their sleeves, and swallowed it together.

In an instant, they fell to the ground and died.

Emperor Yongrong was awakened by the sound, and his blurred eyes looked at the several corpses lying outside the temple gate, and then looked down at the lifeless queen in his arms.

A strange cry seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of the throat bit by bit, and gradually turned into a hoarse scream like a beast, one after another, echoing in the huge main hall of Xingning Palace, frightening the group of palace attendants kneeling under His Highness even more trembling, together with the inner guards who came to escort outside the hall, they also paused, looked at each other in disbelief, and did not dare to break into the middle palace again.

Outside the south gate, the city gate guard saw that Lin Xian personally ordered the city gate to be opened, and saw that Li Guifei was held hostage by Xie Jingxiu, so he didn't dare to block it strongly, and ordered people to open the city gate one after another.

Xiao Yu watched the heavy city gate that was more than ten meters high slowly open, revealing a spacious and smooth road to the distance, and his mood soared with the open vision.

Several groups of people gathered at the south gate, and the team led by Erjiu had a few more simple but very sturdy wide carriages than the other teams. At the end, the curtain of a car was lifted, and Bai Ling's little face appeared in the window, and she saw Xiao Yu at a glance, and hurriedly waved excitedly.

Xiao Yu nodded to her, knowing that the people in Guang'an Hall should have been picked up by Erjiu.

Xie Jingxiu shook the reins of his horse lightly, calmly walked through the tall city gate with the men and horses, and walked forward ten miles away before ordering Lao Shi to ride a horse to deliver Li Yan'er to Lin Xian's hands.

Xie Jingxiu arched his hand to Lin Xian from afar, and Lin Xian also nodded at him slightly, watching the team accelerate violently and quickly march all the way south along the avenue.

The south is a smooth road, there is nowhere to hide, and there is no danger to rely on, if the Jingbei battalion leads the army to chase after it, Xie Jingxiu's men and horses are afraid that they will fall into a bitter battle.

He only has about 20,000 men, and even if only half of the Jingbei battalion is dispatched, there are 100,000 troops.

Lin Xian didn't know why Xie Jingxiu chose this road to the south, and it was impossible for him to intercept the Jingbei camp for him, he only hoped that he was really confident......

"Let's go back." Lin Xian retracted his gaze, pulled the reins, turned the horse around, and galloped towards the capital with a group of subordinates and the frightened Li Guifei.

Xiao Yu leaned on Xie Jingxiu's arms, his eyes were closed by the fierce wind, and he could only feel the undulating body of the horse and the whining wind in his ears, showing how fast they were driving.

I don't know how long it was, but the straddle was already topsy and almost numb, and the horse finally slowed down and finally stopped.

"Here we are." Xie Jingxiu's laughing voice rang in his ears, and Xiao Yu opened his eyes when he heard the sound.

His eyes were tingled by the wind, but the magnificent sight that caught his eyes was startled, and his eyes gradually widened.

Not far in front of him is an open river, the mountains on both sides of the river are covered, green as a cover, the river is rushing, the sound of the water is filled between heaven and earth, almost all the sounds around it.

On the simple dock of the river, two tall ships are moored. The tall mast seems to soar into the sky, and the sails that have not yet been raised are like the wings of a giant bird, ready to sail when they are opened.

Xie Jingxiu's voice sounded in his ears again: "This Grand Canal was built by the previous dynasty, flowing through the south of the capital, and the downstream can go straight to the sea. ”