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Liu Changben was silent for a long time and sighed:

"Nope. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoAfter the death of the king, you have taken me very seriously and treated me with courtesy, and I am very grateful in my heart. ”

The King of the Faithful County smiled faintly, and did not mention anything else, but his eyes fell to the window again:

"Look."

He clenched his hands into fists, except for his index finger and thumb stretched out together, pointing out the window:

"When it gets dark this night, and when the sun rises in Xijing in the morning, I know exactly what time it will be in my heart." At this time, the sky was not bright, and when I looked out of the window, I could still see the moon hidden in the gray mist, a hazy light, and the fog outside, and the shadows of the branches and houses looked like demons with teeth and claws in the fog.

"After I went innocently, I didn't sleep peacefully for a day and night like this." He turned his head and said word by word:

"The revenge of killing my son has not yet been avenged, my son's face that day enters my dream every day and every night, asking me why he has not yet avenged him!" His tone became heavier and heavier, and the anger in his eyes became heavier and heavier: "Every day since his death, the princess has washed her face with tears, and I often look at this night, thinking how this time has passed so slowly. ”

He was still in high spirits a few years ago, but since his son's accident, he has aged a lot day by day.

Liu Changben's lips moved, he sighed, and looked at the red eyes of the Zhongxin County King, and he couldn't say half a word.

"My father made great contributions to the Tang Dynasty back then, or the Yan family didn't treat him well." The king of Zhongxin County said hatefully: "I have guarded Xijing for the Tang Dynasty for many years, but the emperor always guards against me, and the vertical son dares to kill my son. ”

Now Yan chases a hairy boy, and dares to be so arrogant to him, not to mention the killing of his son, but also to insult him in public.

It's tolerable, it's unbearable.

"In this case, no matter the sword mountain and the sea of fire, I will be willing to give up this body of skin, and I will accompany you."

The faithful king burst into tears.

Then everyone in the room swore one after another, these people were all old ministers who were in the old Zhongxin County King's time, and they were loyal to the Ling family, and the Loyal County King listened to everyone's oath, and nodded and smiled in unison.

Before it was dark, Fu Minghua leaned back on the chair and squinted, when everything was silent, a scream pierced the quiet morning, and the palace people who had originally taken the balm to pick it in the palm of their hands shook their hands, and the paste bottle fell to the ground, and it shattered with a 'clang', and the pale pink transparent balm inside was sprinkled all over the ground.

The palace man who wore a ginger-colored skirt and brown half-arms knelt on the ground, not daring to beg for mercy.

Fu Minghua was awakened by the sound of breaking the porcelain vase, his eyes were sleepy, and he asked softly:

"What's going on?"

When she heard the screams of the fierce woman, Bilan had already withdrawn from the hall and went to inquire about the news.

Biyun took a new bottle of balm, poured some out and wiped it in her hand, and then gently put the hot palm on her face, and coaxed softly:

"Bilan has already gone to inquire, you can take care of your gods again."

Her fingertips rubbed on both sides of Fu Minghua's forehead, causing her originally raised eyebrows to gradually loosen again, and she called out to the palace people on the ground: "Get up." ”

The palace man showed gratitude on his face, and hurriedly took the handkerchief, picked up the broken porcelain with the balm, and went down to clean up.

Biyun's strength was moderate, and Fu Minghua quickly relaxed when he pressed it.

She tilted her head again after a while, leaned on Biyun and closed her eyes again, Bilan came back after about a quarter of an hour, the leaky pot in the corner of the hall made a dripping sound, Bilan was panting very quickly, and her steps were short, obviously something big happened.

After entering the inner hall, she saw that Fu Minghua was still leaning on Biyun, her eyes lit up, and she walked towards Fu Minghua quickly, panting sharply in her ear, and said:

"Sun Shiniang is dead."

This news was a bit unexpected by Fu Minghua.

After she heard the screams, she also speculated if something was wrong, but she didn't expect that Sun Shiniang died.

Fu Minghua sat up, faintly felt that something was not quite right, and took off the hot veil on her face, her complexion was white and red in the mirror, and she couldn't see the paleness after not sleeping well all night.

"Sun Shiyi Niang is dead?"

She asked, and Blue nodded, and said in her ear:

"When the slave maid went, the people of Sun's Le Fang were already surrounded in Jifang Garden."

It was the temporary resting place for the people of Sun's Music Workshop last night, Sun Shiniang died in the Jifang Garden, which was almost all her own, and it must not be an ordinary way to die if she could alarm everyone.

Sure enough, Bilan continued:

"She had her throat slit, and I heard that blood was spilled all over the room, and half of her neck was cut." Bilan said this, lowering her voice a little: "I heard that the long sword used to cut her throat is a pair of swords that she danced last night. ”

As soon as these words were spoken, Fu Minghua's brows furrowed even tighter, and a nostalgic thought came to her heart.

After Sun Shiyi Niang finished performing last night, she also looked at her with an unclear expression, she was still thinking about finding a time to check this Sun Shi Niang, but she didn't expect to drink later, and when she woke up after getting drunk, she heard that she was dead.

The sword she uses is not a kill.

The so-called sword, as its name suggests, is inlaid with ornate gold and silver ornaments, which are of extraordinary value.

The sword used in such a performance is not very sharp, especially when it is performed in front of the Changkong Palace, and Emperor Jia'an is also present.

Fu Minghua saw yesterday's scene very clearly, that is, the long sword in Sun Sanniang's hand was unbladed.

To kill with such a sword, I am afraid that the person who is being tortured must have had enough of the pain when he dies, and then he dies in despair.

Fu Minghua pursed his lips, looked at the blue in the mirror leaning against his ear, and asked softly:

"Didn't anyone notice anything unusual?"

There are not many people in Sun's Music Workshop in Jifangyuan, Sun Shiniang is not a weak woman, she has practiced sword dance for many years, her body is flexible and powerful, ordinary scholars are probably not her opponents, not to mention that she stands stupidly, let others slaughter, but does not make a sound.

Bilan shook her head:

"Nope."

This is the strangest place, Sun Shiniang died so miserably, but before she died, she seemed to be silent, and no one knew that something happened to her.

This morning, Sun Siniang found that it was not early, but she still didn't get up, she felt surprised, and wanted to go to her room to take a look, only to find that she had an accident, and Sun Siniang screamed loudly at that time.

"When the slave and maid went, Sun Siniang was still a little crazy, as if her soul had left her body, and she shouted when she saw someone."

At that time, Sun Yiniang didn't seem to have completely swallowed her breath, but convulsed a few times in front of Sun Siniang before she gradually died. (To be continued.) )