[I'm a little slow to write today.] There are still a hundred or so words left. Let's wait for three or five minutes to see it. I'm afraid it's too late, so I'll send it first, and I'll replace it later. 】

Ye Shilan's heart was in turmoil, so she naturally couldn't see the cold light flashing in Zhou Tong's eyes.

For the entire Zhou Xiangfu, Zhou Ling and Ye Shucheng were not their relatives, and this was more shocking than anything else.

Once because of the loss of the child, Zhou Xiang and Mrs. Zhou Xiang felt guilty day by day, and became ill with depression.

Many years later, the once lost daughter accidentally returned home, and the whole family was as happy as the New Year, and the two old men turned all their guilt for their daughter into love and put it on Zhou Ling's body.

However, it was all a hoax. It all started with a conspiracy.

recognized the thief as a woman, and gathered thousands of loves in her, but she was embarrassed several times by her biological daughter who was close in front of her but didn't know. Even as tragic and inexplicable as her death, they still played a disgraceful role in it.

Zhou Tong was born late, so he didn't know as much as his brothers and sisters how it felt to lose his eldest sister at that time, but he also knew that his parents felt guilty about not being able to keep his eldest sister by his side for many years, so even if all good things were given to the eldest sister who had been lost and recovered, he was not jealous.

They are not necessarily good people, but they also love Zhou Ling as a family. Even if they can't get together in the first half of their lives, they are willing to use the best to compensate for the loss of their relatives.

But it turned out that they were all kept in the dark, and they didn't even know that they had become tools of others in the first place.

The sister he has loved for many years is actually the culprit who killed his own sister. The nephew he loved turned out to be his own nephew's sworn enemy.

Zhou Tong saw his parents getting older and older, and his father was always sad when he was holding a painting. Seeing that his mother mentioned the guilt and longing in Ye Xici's eyes every time, he felt that all the tragedies in their family were caused by Zhou Ling and Ye Shucheng.

How much I loved before, how much I hate now. Zhou Tong will never forget the scene when his mother vomited blood and fainted, nor the tears in the corners of his father's eyes when he confessed the wrong things he had done with a sad face.

Ye Shucheng wanted to get the throne, so Zhou Xiangfu gave full support and was hostile to the crown prince for many years. A lot of calculations have been made openly and secretly. But now that they know that His Royal Highness the Second Prince, whom they love as their relatives, is actually an enemy, how can they continue to be obsessed and help their mortal enemies persecute their real relatives.

Zhou Tong sneered. Quite an emperor? Let's go in the next life!

Ye Shilan finally calmed down. Looking at Zhou Tong's gaze, it was complicated.

When she knew that all her tragedies originated from the second prince, she knew that the matter had nothing to do with Zhou Xiaogongzi, but she still had anger in her heart.

They are a family after all.

Over the years, if there is no support from the Zhou Prime Minister's Office. It is extremely difficult for Ye Shucheng to achieve today's achievements.

Able to stand up to the crown prince. can compete with the crown prince with the support of the emperor, and Zhou Xiang's connections accumulated in the court are indispensable.

Zhou Xiaogongzi is Zhou Xiang's son, Ye Shucheng's uncle, and her enemy.

But she was no longer as impulsive as she had been. It's not a good idea to be directly dead-skinned, because the other party has a whole Zhou Xiangfu behind him, as well as the support of the concubine and the prince, and she is just a small concubine in the palace. Without strong strength, there is no solid backing. She couldn't fight them.

"Miss Ye is not feeling well?" Zhou Tong's voice is deep and magnetic, making people sound very comfortable. He seemed to be concerned about Ye Shilan's safety, but in fact, he was disgusting in his heart.

He will not forget what Xi Ci once said, that is, the mother of the woman in front of him, she killed his sister with her own hands, so that he didn't have the opportunity to meet his relatives and say a good word.

Therefore, with Fang Xiaoyu's deception of Ye Shilan, he will not have any psychological burden at all.

He wanted all of them to be unhappy, so that he could pay tribute to his sister, whom he had never met.

"It's just a little dizzy." Ye Shilan rubbed her forehead, and there was a feeling of swelling all over her body. She just wanted to get some sleep now, and how nice it would be if she woke up and found that everything she knew was a dream.

Zhou Tong changed his worried look and said, "The weather is cold, I see that Miss Ye is wearing a little thin, I'm afraid I'm cold." That being the case, Miss Ye must not delay, she still called the doctor to take a look, boiled up two pills to drink, lay down and rested, and hoped to recover soon. ”

"Thank you Gongzi Zhou for your concern." Ye Shilan smiled a little, but she didn't know that in Zhou Tong's eyes, her smile was a little uglier than crying.

"Miss Ye, let's rest, and I'll leave next." Zhou Tong didn't want to stay longer, although he wanted to see Fang Xiaoyu now and ask what else he could do, but thinking that the relationship between Zhou Xiangfu and Xici was not known to outsiders, he immediately dispelled this idea.

He didn't want to startle the snake because of him and ruin Fang Xiaoyu's plan.

With the maid sending Zhou Tong away, Ye Shilan covered her mouth and ran back to the house, and fell on the bed all of a sudden, almost as if she had lost her strength, crispy and soft, unable to lift her strength at all.

Her mind was full of cranky thoughts, and Venus was spinning around her head in front of her, and I don't know how long it took for her to start breathing evenly, and she was asleep.

However, her even breathing didn't last long, and her breathing began to grow rapid. In her dream, she was standing in a sea of flowers, with a warm light in front of her.

She stretched out her hand, but she couldn't touch any light.

She moved forward with difficulty, stumbling several times and almost falling, her delicate little hands were scratched one by one by the spikes of the flowers, and she noticed that the sea of flowers in front of her was pure black, exuding a cold fragrance.

A few drops of blood dripped onto the black flower bones, and under the light of the light, she found that the black flower bones were slowly opening.

Slowly, the flowers turned red, the same color as blood. Then she found out again. The leaves of those little black flowers turned into vines one by one, and began to wrap around her feet and around her waist. Strangled her neck and blocked her eyes.

There was a faint tingling in her skin, the pain in her body was boiling, the blood began to be gradually drained, and she could even feel herself being dried.

She tried hard to wake up, but she couldn't move.

The body drooped softly, tightly bound by the vines full of small black flowers. She felt the blood in her body being sucked away by the thorns in the vines. Gradually, a small black flower began to change color, turning blood red.

The eyes were blood-red.

But that light was always out of her reach.

Gradually. Her consciousness began to blur, and her hands and feet could only wave slightly, but suddenly it was as if she had touched something, scratching her hand.

In the dream, she struggled to open her eyes. Trying to look at the scratched finger. And a dagger clenched in his hand.

He seemed to be starting to regain his strength. Although there is only a trace of strength that can just lift his hand, in this life-and-death crisis, that little hope of survival will instantly become an indestructible power.

With the last of her strength, she stabbed the dagger into herself. Her body is wrapped with countless vines, and she wants to split these thorns and free her original self.

The dagger stabbed at the vine and slashed horizontally. The vine breaks off a strip.

She seemed to hear painful ** sounds, and those sounds came from the vines in front of her. And the fracture left a thick, bright red liquid.

She felt loosened from her shackles.

She began to slash hard, just to escape from this world, until she was also covered in bruises, and all the vines on her body were broken, and she fell to the ground in an instant.

The vines began to shrink, and she struggled to crawl forward. She wants to touch that light, she wants to leave this ominous sea of flowers. She didn't give up, she was firm in her desire, and finally, the emperor lived up to her heart, and just when she was about to hold on, she finally felt the warmth of the light. For some reason, she couldn't help but shed tears.

She felt that she was surrounded by warm light, and the scenery around her began to change, and those small black flowers sucked her blood and turned into a blood-red ocean, but these flowers were gradually withering, falling into the dirt, and turning into nothing, until finally, the whole sea of flowers disappeared without a trace, blown by the wind, scattered in the sky, the earth, and finally returned to nothingness.

The sea of flowers dispersed, revealing a barren and cracked land. As far as the eye can see, it is full of devastation.

The earth began to bleed, red, viscous, and spurted out of the ground. But these blood nourishes the earth and revitalizes it.

Eventually, the earth began to fertilize again, and new shoots began to grow in the soil.

Everything seems to be rosy. It wasn't until the sprout blossomed that she knew it was hell.

The flower fell into her eyes, and she was terrified. They had human faces, flesh and blood, and then began to turn into bones.

There was a wind blowing, and you could hear the harsh sound of chirping, which was the roar and shout of those white bone flowers, which made people feel creepy.

She wanted to leave quickly, she didn't want to stay in this disgusting land anymore, but she was just surrounded by light, and she wouldn't be hurt by the bone flowers, but she could only watch these people's faces turn into white bones one by one, and then began to frantically devour other flowers around her.

The screams were incessant. And if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never have believed that flowers could scream with the terrible screams that only human beings could make.

Her whole mind was about to start to go numb.

A bucket of fire oil appeared in front of her, the ghost sent the gods, she picked up the bucket of fire oil, didn't care about being afraid, walked in front of those white bone flowers, poured all the fire oil on the flowers, she could even see the terrifying expressions of those white bones, could feel the fear of those white bones, but she didn't have the slightest mercy, lit the fire fold that didn't know when it appeared, and buried these flowers one by one.

The fire was mixed with terrible screams, and there was a pleasure in her heart, the pleasure of destroying everything.

She turned around indifferently and walked towards the exit of the light. She's going to get out of here, out of this place that she's buried with her own hands.

However, my body suddenly felt a burning heat. She watched in horror as the fire raged in front of her, the cruel orange-red glow setting her white garment on fire.

The whole person ignited a monstrous fire.

She heard a scream that was different from that of the White Bone Flower. It was her own voice.

Ye Shilan opened her eyes suddenly, a few drops of sweat dripped from her forehead, and her body was already soaked with sweat.

It turned out to be a dream. Just a dream.

But the dream was too real. Until now, she could still feel the burning pain in her body, and those screams seemed to echo in her ears.

Ye Shilan breathed heavily, but her body still couldn't lift her strength. She subconsciously raised her hand and touched her forehead, but she felt very hot.

Ye Shilan suddenly had a special feeling. She remembered that in her dream she was slashing at the vines with her dagger, and watched the bright red liquid flow from the vines, splashing herself like blood. She remembered that she carried the oil drum and set fire to all the flowers that had turned into bones, and the monstrous flames raged, and the terrible cries were endless.

She had a thrill. It seems to be the pleasure of venting all stress.

It was a sensation that struck her as novel. There are still some who can't stop.

Her gaze gradually became cold, and at this moment, there was no trace of goodness and confusion in her eyes, and those eyes were naked with murderous intent.

It's just that who this killing intent is aimed at, I'm afraid only she can clearly understand.

And just when Ye Shilan was struggling to wake up in a dream, in the study of the palace, there was another person who was experiencing unspeakable pain and complexity.

When the secret guard put the truth he had investigated on King An's table, King An kept facing a piece of paper, kept a calm face, and didn't say a word for a long time.

At this time, his heart was painful and complicated, and all kinds of emotions were mixed, and he couldn't say them all.

The paper in your hand seems to be a hot potato, obviously cold, but it exudes an unbearably hot heat.

King An felt that his hands had been burned a little.

The content on the paper, one by one, one by one, made him feel angry and even desperate from the bottom of his heart.

He crumpled the paper, but he didn't throw it out. He hesitated a few times in his hand, but in the end he re-spread the crumpled paper, and the messy creases on the paper seemed to be a heart full of holes poked by a knife, and it was festering.

A face suddenly appeared in King An's mind. A face that looks good when he smiles, but he has never looked at it squarely.

He suddenly remembered her smile, every anger and anger, every eye turn, every sigh of helplessness, every resentment and anger.

His breathing was like a heavy burden, and he felt that all the strength in his body had been drained.

(To be continued.) )