Chapter 617: The Culprit
The despair in Ouyang Husong's gray-black eyes was diluted, and a trace of joy spread from his face, gradually turning into a smile, then laughing, and then laughing wildly, Ouyang Husong's laughter shook the entire room, and even the eaves seemed to tremble slightly. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info【Latest chapter reading】
"I have a little regret for not getting to know you sooner." Ouyang Husong let go of Dugu Qiongtian's hand, which was clutching.
Dugu Qiongtian bowed down and stuffed Ouyang Husong's arm into the quilt, "Your Majesty, rest, there are still many things that need you." ”
Ouyang Husong closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep.
Dugu Qiongtian turned around and just took two steps, but heard a gentle thank you.
Without looking back, Dugu Qiongtian continued to walk forward and replied lightly, "No problem." ”
This is the last dialogue between Dugu Qiongtian and Ouyang Husong, the most brave emperor in the history of the Luo Sai Kingdom.
"Miss Yunling, this" Ouyang Chenyi walked to Yun Ling's side with a small ball the size of a thumb that reflected a white glimmer.
Yun Ling took a look, and immediately snapped his hand and knocked out the small ball in Ouyang Chenyi's hand.
I saw the ball roll around on the ground, and finally stuck into a depression in the stone slab on the ground.
"That's it." Yun Ling said in a deep voice, "Immediately ask someone to find a place where no one is there to dig a big pit ten zhang deep, bury it, and you can't dig it out within a hundred years." ”
Ouyang Chenyi's face was gloomy and he ordered a few guards to do it.
"I didn't expect such a small iron ball to kill people," Lu Jinglei sighed.
"It's not this iron ball that kills people, it's the hearts of people." Ye Liubai said coldly.
Mo Feng and Manbao glanced at each other, their eyes full of tenderness. The promises and feelings of spirit animals can remain unchanged for hundreds of thousands of years, which is absolutely unimaginable in human society.
"Father once asked me a question" Ouyang Chenyi ignored the conversation between Lu Jinglei and Ye Liubai, but looked at the crescent moon that was gradually rising outside the door and said lightly.
Yun Ling and the others all turned to look at Ouyang Chenyi who was standing at the door, his figure looked a little thin in the lonely palace.
"My father asked me who was the happiest person in the world." Ouyang Chenyi continued, obviously not expecting anyone's answer.
Ouyang Chenyi laughed, but the laughter was full of sadness and desolation, "Father said that the happiest person in the world is an idler who doesn't care about anything. ”
Yun Ling's heart moved, and he turned his head to look at Dugu Qiongtian.
Dugu Qiongtian felt Yun Ling's gaze, lowered his head and nodded, "The third brother is talented, His Majesty the Emperor only wants the third brother to be a free prince, and does not want him to participate in state affairs." ”
"I see." Yun Ling said.
She couldn't see through Ouyang Chenyi, she didn't know how much of this man's debauchery was pretended, and how much of that chic and romantic was from his true thoughts.
"But now my father is going to die"
With a faint word, Ouyang Chenyi's tone was also light, but there was a thick sadness flowing in the air, which made everyone's noses sour.
Turning around, Ouyang Chenyi's eyes were as calm as an iceberg for ten thousand years, "The iron ball was found under the futon, and the person who poisoned it must have known my father's every move, and knew that every time my father came to see his mother, he would stay on the futon for a long time." The murderer is the person around us. ”
The ancestral hall suddenly became quiet, and under Ouyang Chenyi's cold gaze, the palace maids and eunuch guards unconsciously locked their bodies, as if they wanted to shrink themselves into a small dot to avoid Ouyang Chenyi's chilling gaze.
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