The Princess's Mansion is located on the west side of the harem, some distance from Zhengyang Palace.

The Queen's chariot walked on a quiet path, and the lanterns on both sides of the path could only see the orange-red halo in the mist.

Empress Xiao lifted the curtain of the carriage and naturally entered the carriage with a moist and slightly cool cloud, so even her face became a little blurred.

There was still a smile on her face - Fu Xiaoguan was dead!

Then let's calmly face His Majesty's thunderous fury.

His Majesty has two sons, and at this moment, his second son Wu Kun should die according to time, so that there is only one prince left...... It is impossible for him to give this throne to others, so even if he doesn't like the crown prince, this East Palace will definitely be stable.

Since His Majesty has controlled the Right Prime Minister's Mansion, he has already made arrangements for Zhuo Bieli, and he also controls the Praetorian Guard, so it is obviously impossible to launch an incident like that of twelve years ago, so Empress Xiao knows her fate very well.

She wanted to take a look at Wu Ling'er before she was beaten into the cold palace, and she wanted to tell Wu Ling'er that Fu Xiaoguan was dead.

Thinking about Ling'er, she will be in pain, but this pain will be worn out by time, and in a year or two, she will forget Fu Xiaoguan, and then she will meet the lover of her fate, Your Majesty may recruit that person as a concubine, and Ling'er may live in this princess's mansion for a lifetime.

There weren't many waves, but it was quiet and peaceful.

This is a woman's life!

Thinking all the way, the chariot came to the princess's mansion.

The lights in the princess's mansion were still on, and Empress Xiao got out of the carriage and walked straight to Wu Ling'er's bedroom.

The light in the dormitory was on, but the door was not closed.

She walked into the dormitory, frowned, and a maidservant came out, but she didn't see Wu Ling'er.

"Where did the princess go?"

The maidservant had already knelt down, and said in great trepidation: "Back to the queen's mother, the princess's handsome lady army is gone, yes, yes...... I want to save Fu Xiaoguan. ”

Empress Xiao's brows furrowed even tighter, and her voice became cold, "When did she go out?" ”

"Back to Niangniang, the princess has been gone for about half an hour."

Empress Xiao came to the desk, sat down, and saw a piece of paper on the desk.

There is a poem on the paper.

The handwriting is beautiful, but the handwriting is not written by Ling'er.

She looked at the poem:

"No Desire, Idle Love Pear Blossom Words"

The spring outing is vast, it is the season of pear blossoms every year and cold.

The white brocade is fragrant without lines, and the jade trees are piled up with snow.

The silent night is heavy, the floating light is hazy, the cold soaks dissolves the moon,

In the heavens on earth, the rotten silver glow shines through.

It looks like a real person, the sky is beautiful, and the spirit is comfortable and clean.

Wanhua is uneven, who believes, and is not in the same column as Qunfang.

Haoqi Qingying, immortal Zhuo Zhuo, it is difficult to distinguish between the soil,

Yaotai returned, and the cave was clear.

——Fu Xiaoguan on the night of March 15 of the ninth year of Xuanli, made in the leisure residence of Fanning City in the Wu Dynasty, and Dong Shulan ghostwrote.

She picked up the piece of paper, stretched her eyebrows, and read it carefully, thinking that this bastard really has real talent and learning, what other teenager in the world can write such words?

It's a pity, this is probably the last poem he wrote in his short life.

No desire, the corners of her mouth curled, and a sneer hung up, people exist in the world, who can have no desires?

Immature!

It's just to confuse a girl like Ling'er who is just starting to fall in love!

……

……

Naturally, it was Wu Ling'er and the women's army she led who rushed into Jinghu Villa.

Although she shouted to stop before she entered the courtyard, no one stopped here.

So when she rushed into the courtyard, all she could see was several corpses lying on the ground, and blades scattered everywhere.

Of the remaining three masters, one of them died under Ning Siyan's big sword, and the other two were cut in half by You Beidou's hand sword.

Standing in the courtyard at this moment is You Beidou, Ning Siyan, and Beiwangchuan who has just fallen.

They were surrounding a man who was still lying on the ground, his eyes closed, and the blood from the corners of his mouth was still flowing slowly.

Fu Xiaoguan fell into a coma, and the shot he was holding on just now killed Zuo Xishui, but Gongsun's three flying knives seriously injured him - although he was protected by the cicada clothes, the two flying knives on his body did not pierce the cicada clothes, but the powerful power of the two knives caused him extremely serious internal injuries.

He was unconscious after seeing Ning Siyan, and at that moment, he put the gun in his hand into his sleeve pocket.

Since Ning Siyan is here, and since You Beidou has sent Duan Yunchou flying, then it is basically safe here.

He didn't know that there was also a Beiwangchuan who came, and if he knew, he wouldn't dare to fall into a coma anyway.

At this moment, Bei Wangchuan squatted down, and his eyes fell on Zuo Xishui's forehead, where there was a small hole, and the hole was still bubbling with blood.

He heard the gunshot, more clearly than he had heard in the border city, but it was not the same as the one that had hit him.

He looked up at Ning Siyan, who spread his hands and shook his head.

Wu Ling'er rushed in, dragged Ning Siyan away, and looked at Fu Xiaoguan, who was vomiting blood with his eyes closed tightly on the ground, his eyes suddenly turned red, "Someone, send him to the palace quickly!" ”

The left and right generals beside her immediately lifted Fu Xiaoguan up, but they were embarrassed to find that the seriously injured person could not ride a horse.

Wu Ling'er stood up and stared at Bei Wangchuan viciously, "I will avenge him!" ”

She carried Fu Xiaoguan on her back, tied it to her body with a piece of red silk, she turned over and got on her horse, and the group hurried straight to the palace.

Bei Wangchuan looked at the departing back depressedly, thinking, this time I am here to save him!

Wu Ling'er took the lead and stepped through the silent streets.

She walked through the clouds, which seemed to wrap around her, as if they had cloned her with a holy garment.

She ran silently, with only one thought in her heart - Fu Xiaoguan couldn't die!

He was her brother, and she couldn't accept the news, even if it was her brother...... So what!

Her tears flowed out, this is the creation of people?

No!

I don't want this kind of creation!

If this is fate—I'll kill it!

If this is the will of heaven - I will cut the sky and see!

Tears flew into the clouds and bloomed into a tiny flower.

This flower is crystal clear, decorating this cloud dress, so this cloud dress becomes more beautiful, but so desolate.

The war horse stepped on the Chaotian Avenue, which was a straight avenue leading to the imperial city, and on one side of this avenue there was a seven-story tower called Chaotian Tower.

On the cornices of the third floor, there is a person standing with his hands in his hands.

He stood in the clouds, like an immortal.

He looked at Wu Ling'er in a cloud robe running on Chaotian Avenue, until Wu Ling'er's figure disappeared in the clouds, he let out a long sigh and left gloomily.

He is Zhuo Donglai.

He came from the sea.

He's going to Lanxi.

"If that's what fate is...... I can only accept this fate! ”