The night is always intoxicating, and the moonlight is particularly poignant.

The snow was dripping down from the eaves, and it was very clear to hear on this silent spring night.

The candle was half burned, and the night was getting thicker and thicker, as if she had not been sleepy at all, she lit some soothing incense in the room, and she paced back and forth in the smoke of the cigarette, and the candle shadow stretched her figure wantonly. Wanruo's heart was very uneasy, Murong Yichuan had been in the palace for more than an hour, and there was still no movement, she knew that something unusual would happen tonight, as if she knew that the twelve gold medals sent by Concubine Ximen had completely angered Murong Yichuan, so that he didn't have to endure it anymore, and he was going to kill his brother, although the emperor was terminally ill, but three or five days was still fine, and for the palace, the emperor lived one more day, that was a danger. If he also understands that King Fu has the intention of killing the emperor, it is just that the time has not yet come, he wants to seize the throne but does not want to leave a reputation for seeking the emperor to usurp the throne, his so-called Dongfeng is the emperor is terminally ill, and then take the opportunity to start, so that the god of his death is unaware, the world knows that the emperor died of illness, but does not know that it has anything to do with King Fu. Although King Fu is young, he is scheming, cautious step by step, and strives to do it step by step.

As if she didn't want her husband to have blood on his hands, and she didn't want to see fratricide, but she was powerless to stop it, who let herself marry an ambitious, restless and calm man, who let herself give up when she had the opportunity to elope with her beloved man to a distant place because of the constraints of etiquette and the flesh and blood in her womb, as if she knew that if he had opened his mouth before Wenjun was lifted, he would have taken him away and flew away, but she didn't, lived a life she really wanted, and now she doesn't regret it, just a few regrets, If he didn't have Hua Yun at the beginning, would he still want to return to the cage-like palace after escaping from the palace to Wen Jun? She doesn't know, from beginning to end, it seems that she is following what a woman should follow from the beginning to the end, since she is married to the blessed king, whether it is good or bad, it is like this when she doesn't love, and now it is even more so when love is difficult to give up.

As I pondered, my heart became more and more confused, as if I put my hand on my chest, but I found that my heart was beating violently, and I felt uneasy like twenty-five rats fighting—a hundred claws scratching my heart.

Just when he seemed to be uneasy and unbearable, the voice of King Fu suddenly came from outside, and the maid at the door was saluting him, and King Fu just replied coldly and then strode towards the main hall.

King Fu finally returned, as if his nervous heart was liberated little by little.

A few arrows rushed to the door, and Murong Yichuan also happened to come to the front of him at the moment like a great master, the light moon was slight, his slender body had a few faint moon shadows, and there were a few traces of snow water in his hair.

"Yi Chuan, you're back," as if he grabbed King Fu's hand, but his voice was trembling and shattered in the wind.

Murong Yichuan walked into the room with a solemn face, and closed the door with his hand, the bright light reflected his face like a thick frost in late autumn, "Ruoruo-" At this moment, Murong Yichuan used all his strength to hug his beloved wife tightly, even though there were thousands of words in his heart, but he couldn't say a word at the moment, his lack of time was full of pain, how could he be as calm and chic as killing others when he sent his brother to Huangquan with his own hands, how could he be as calm and chic as killing others, how he hated, it was all brothers who were the same as him, if they were all born in ordinary people's homes, Maybe there will be no tragedy of mutual suspicion and killing each other, but they were born in the emperor's family, even so, they must have no chance to be a pair of good brothers in this life and this life, and there are no siblings in front of the imperial power, and some are just ruthless after getting rid of them. Although Murong Yichuan was ready to take this step, when Yiqiē came, he was still not as bloodless and tearless as he thought, the clouds were light and the wind was light, and it turned out that his heart would hurt. Murong Yichuan can't say anything to others when he makes this qiē, including the queen mother who loves him like his life, and now he only has Wan, only she allows himself to release a qiē's emotions and frankness.

As if she was being hugged tightly by Murong Yichuan, she felt a feeling of shortness of breath, but she didn't say a word, let the other party hold her like this, as long as he was good, she could make it up with peace of mind.

As if raising his eyes, under the dim light, he saw the tears drawn from the corners of Murong Yichuan's eyes, crystal like beads, pitiful, but as cold as the dew of late autumn, as if he had never seen King Fu cry, this big tear proved his complicated mood at the moment, there was pain and hatred, there was sadness and loss, King Fu seemed to be cold-blooded, but after all, he was not a cold-blooded person, his complex and contradictory mood seemed to be able to understand, she didn't say anything, she knew that the other party didn't need the comfort of her words at the moment, she just had to accompany him silently, Let him feel his own shaved zài.

After being silent for a long time, King Fu slowly put away his feelings, and the big tears slowly slid down his cheeks, opening his mouth slightly, and a tear fell into his mouth, bitter and unbearable.

"Ruoruo, I'll kill him." Finally, King Fu muttered these words, and there was a helpless pain between the words.

As if nodding, he cautiously asked Did you see him die with your own eyes?

Murong Yichuan shook his head and muttered, No, he may be alive now, but he can't see the sun tomorrow morning.

It still seemed calm, "Then it means that there may be a storm from tomorrow onwards, and you have to deal with it, Yichuan, I will climb." "It's hard to hide the fear of the unknown worries that will come after tomorrow.

Murong Yichuan didn't speak, stared at Wanruo silently for a long time, and then carried her to the bedroom, the two sat side by side on the edge of the bed, Wanruo's head leaned slightly on Murong Yichuan's shoulder, both of them were silent at the moment, and they had their own hearts in each other's hearts after tomorrow.

Murong Yichuan was silent for a long time, slowly turned his head and faced the unconcealable Wanruo with a straight face, and said in a stern tone If you rest assured, no matter what happens, I will do my best to protect you and the child, you can rest assured that I will win this war, do not leave the Funing Palace from tomorrow, no matter what news you hear, you must stay calm and sober. Shangguan Tian will definitely follow me, as well as some other people in the capital, and the two of them will protect the safety of your mother and daughter, and now that Sha Boliu no longer needs to hide, it is time for him to be ruthless.

"How are you going to settle Simon Ruoying?" It seemed to think that Huaixuan Pavilion was still under house arrest for the noble concubine Ximen Ruoying, so he asked by the way.

Murong Yichuan frowned, and said coldly that he would be temporarily placed in Huaixuan Pavilion first, and if it was useful in the future, it would be used, and if it was useless, it would be killed.

As if biting his lip, he didn't speak, and went down to the ground to bring the ginseng tea that had been prepared to King Fu, "Drink it and rest, it's not too early." “

As if he knew that King Fu would be sleepless tonight, he secretly added a little ** powder to the ginseng tea, so King Fu felt drowsy after drinking the ginseng tea, "If you add something to the ginseng tea?" Murong Yichuan held his head and asked softly.

It was as if he was helping Murong Yichuan Kuanyi and said softly; "Don't think about anything, get some sleep and deal with the storm that comes after this quiet."