Su Qinghui crossed the path, across the palace wall, there was a fire in front of her, she was uneasy, just took a few steps forward, a team of officers and soldiers came towards Shaohua Palace, she was busy hiding behind the door.

"Hey, did you say that the Wen family captured the little prince?"

"That can be fake, it was taken out of Shoukang Palace by Lord Wen himself."

"So, they're really going to cut the grass and eradicate it."

"What is cutting the grass and eradicating the roots, killing the one to make room for the Wen family, the time is limited, but you don't have to make a decision early."

There was a lot of discussion behind him, and the leading guard turned to look at the two guards behind him, and said angrily: "You guys, if you have nonsense, take a few steps quickly, if you let the imperial concubine escape, we won't have good fruit." ”

The team of guards gradually moved away, and Su Qinghui suddenly softened, the Wen family, they really want to kill her child to make a blood ladder for Yun Yi's child. No, it won't, at least not because the clouds would. She hadn't even met her in June.

Su Qinghui stood up and staggered out.

Outside the political hall, under the heavy blades, Wen Xinli stood on the high platform with a child in his hand, and said loudly: "Today, the saint is powerless to hold the government, is bewitched by traitors, and kills the loyal and good indiscriminately, causing the anger of the heavens and the resentment of the people. May our country be blessed with eternal peace and prosperity. ”

Wen Xinli raised his arm as he spoke, and there was a commotion behind him, and he looked sideways. Several officers and soldiers stepped forward with a woman in a blue skirt with a cloak and a haircut.

He Qi'er, who was standing in the corner of the high platform, saw the person coming, a few chuckles overflowed from his lips, and he pushed away the guards in front of him and stepped forward slowly.

"Lord Wen, since we all know about the traitors who bewitch the saints, why don't we catch them all in one place to set an example."

Wen Xinli put down his hand and said, "What does Concubine Shu mean by this?" ”

He Qi'er sneered: "Soon Lord Wen will know." ”

He Qi'er walked up to the woman in green clothes as she spoke, squatted down and pinched her chin, and said, "Why, isn't your master taking your loyal dog with him wherever he goes, what about her?" ”

The person in front of her didn't say a word, just stared at her indifferently, He Qi'er got angry and shook off her hand: "I don't know whether to live or die." She said and pulled out her sword against Huan Jian's neck, and said sharply: "Say, what about that slut?" ”

"You don't deserve it."

"What did you say?"

Huan Jian stared at the face distorted by anger, and said word by word: "You are just a lackey of the Wen family, what qualifications do you have to talk to your master." ”

He Qi'er slowly withdrew her sword, as if smiling: "You are really like that slut, with an annoying mouth." Someone came and plucked out her tongue. ”

"Qi'er, don't mess around, what do you want?"

He Qi'er glanced at the person beside him who was blocking him, and said softly: "Why, my brother now thinks about teaching my sister, if this is the case, then there is no need, after all, the Wen family does not even let go of the baby, such a comparison, my brother should go to ask the Wen family." ”

He Xiaoran shrank his neck and said softly, "Don't you still want to ask about that person's whereabouts." ”

Seeing He Xiaoran's appearance, He Qi'er sneered and waved his hand: "Yes, that brother should stand back a little, so as not to have nightmares with blood." ”

He Xiaoran's face turned blue and red for a while, but he still took a step back.

He Qi'er instructed a few guards: "You guys, pull her to the stage." ”

After standing still, He Qi'er glanced at the crowd in the audience and said slowly: "Imperial Concubine Niangniang, it's time for you to come out." ”

No one answered, He Qi'er was not in a hurry as if he already knew the result, pulled out the sword of the guard on the side, and stabbed Huan Jian mercilessly into the heart.

"That's enough."

Huan Jian heard the forbearance, angry voice, and almost struggled.

Su Qinghui stepped forward step by step, and the layers of blades on his side flashed in the cold moonlight.

"Heh, the imperial concubine came really fast, but unfortunately, it was still late." He Qi'er said, the expression on her face became fierce.

With a sword, the blood on Huan Jian's chest gushed out, dyeing a piece of cyan clothes.

He Qi'er tilted her head and threw the bloody sword in front of Su Qinghui, looking at her appearance that was about to lose control, it was very interesting. She chuckled lightly and said softly to Wen Xinli, "Lord Wen, now, it's your turn." ”

Su Qinghui looked at the slowly raised hand of the person on the stage, and finally collapsed emotionally,

A few steps away, the cry of the golden swaddling baby stopped, and the blood seemed to stop for a moment, and then spread out in all directions.

He Qi'er lowered her eyes slightly, the person who had always been arrogant and unruly was now like a butterfly whose wings had been pulled by life, desperately trying to stand up and crying out heartbreakingly, but it was just in vain. A disdainful smile appeared on He Qi'er's face, what if she was a concubine and gave birth to a prince. How arrogant she was that day, today she still kneels at her feet like an ant, and she can't get up again.

"Come on, release the arrows."

"Wait."

He Qi'er turned his head, Wen Yunqing stood on the side of the stage, and half of his body was blurred.

He Qi'er sneered: "I know that Concubine Hui is reluctant to do it, but I am here to help you never suffer in the future." ”

"What the hell is it for, you know it in your own heart, I just tell you, now this person can't move, and we have to count on her to find another way out."

"It's really funny, the Holy Master and the National Teacher are on our side, what else do you have to worry about."

He Qi'er was saying when a shout came from behind him, and Wen Xinli frowned: "What's the matter?" ”

"My lord, no, it's not good, General Wei and Master Zong rushed in with troops."

"Impossible, haven't I sent troops to the south gate to reinforce the Wang family and the He family?"

The little soldier who passed the word said in a trembling voice: "Then, General Wei seems to be crazy and goes on a killing spree, and Wang Gongzi is also killed by General Wei's sword." ”

Wen Xinli's eyes widened in disbelief: "What about the national teacher?" Go to the nave and invite the national teacher. ”

"The country, the national teacher, is gone."

In Shaohua Palace, the door rang softly, and the national teacher raised his eyes tiredly, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

"You're coming a lot faster than I thought."

"Where is she?"

Without hearing a response, Jing Rong turned around without stopping.

The old voice behind him echoed in the lonely palace: "Huai'er, is there someone you don't want to meet?" He, but my uncle took a lot of effort to save it for you. ”

Jing Rong stopped his steps, turned around slowly, and after seeing what it was, he clenched his fists and said in a low voice: "What the hell do you want to do?" ”

The person in front of him sneered: "What to do?" Whether you don't know or don't dare to think about it, my uncle did this, for your own good, and promised that group of people who don't know what to do to play this wishful thinking, which is not only justifiable in addition to this group of disloyal ministers, but also gives you military power and a clear and clear government according to the nature, and also, leave the son to the mother, and completely solve the troubled water for you. Why not do it if you kill three birds with one stone? ”

"It's ridiculous."

"It's ridiculous that you, as soon as you enter the palace gate, it is as deep as the sea, and when you enter the door of this Shaohua Palace, how heartfelt do you think she can be, but like your mother, she is an unfaithful and unrighteous person, since you are not willing to take the paved road, then I will completely cut off your thoughts." The old voice grew sharper and sharper.

Jing Rong's eyes were scarlet, like a child who had been poked in the pain point: "What qualifications do you have to say that, everything is just your suspicion and unwillingness, my mother, I will not forgive you until death." ”

With a pain in his waist, the national teacher slowly looked down, and the sword that he personally rewarded Jing Rong was now slammed into his body, like a joke that had only come to an end after many years.

"Life and life, you don't want to ask them for forgiveness, you don't deserve it." The green tendons between Jing Rong's neck bulged, and his trembling hands drew back his sword as if he had exhausted all his strength.

The figure staggered and sat down on the ground.

"Let him go." The national teacher looked at the secret guard standing in front of Jing Rong and said in a hoarse voice.

The door opened again, the cold moonlight hit the ground, it was cold, the national teacher reached out, his waist was wet, he smiled bitterly, you are really a mother and son, and even the words are almost the same.

The national teacher raised his head, and in the fog, a gentle figure came stepping on the moon, with bright eyes and bright teeth, and a gentle smile.

He read the name almost tremblingly.

"Chu Ye."

The shadow stopped in front of the national teacher, and his voice was as gentle as water: "I've been waiting for a long time." ”

Yes, after waiting for a long time, the national teacher stretched out his hand and put it on the pair of plain hands, and when he raised his eyes again, the light and shadow flowed, his hands were warm, the person in front of him was full of tears, and there was a knife stuck in his chest, and the blood dropped on the ground.

The national teacher's face was full of pain, and he stretched out his hand like a child at a loss: "No, no, Chu'er." ”

"Let go, let's let go of each other, let go of those beauty, and let go of those grievances and obsessions, from now on the sky is high and the water is wide, you are you, I am me, goodbye in life, never see you and don't know."

The voice fell, and the shadow dissipated little by little like the wind, without the slightest nostalgia, and the national teacher stretched out his hand, in vain.

There was dark blood splashing on the ground, he closed his eyes, his heart ached, it turned out that for so many years, I never hated you for breaking those oaths first, I just kept those shallow memories and refused to let go of myself.

Outside the political hall, the shouts are getting closer and closer, and there is already a trend of collapse in the audience, and people are panicking. He Qi'er looked at the crowd around her who began to be restless and flustered, and a trace of uneasiness crossed her eyes, no, even if she was going to die, she would pull that person to bury her.

He Qi'er snatched the bow and arrow from the side, and forcefully pulled it away to aim at the figure who was struggling like a trapped beast.

Two arrows were shot from different directions, but they were directed at one place.

"Don't."

With a heart-rending cry, Su Qinghui turned her gaze back to her senses, and a blue figure stood in front of her, with a blood-dripping feather arrow stuck in her back.

Su Qinghui numbly stretched out his hand to catch the fallen figure, his eyes full of emptiness.

"I'm sorry." The gentle and soft voice on weekdays is now heard in Su Qinghui's ears, like an indelible thorn that has been in the flesh for a long time, and when it is picked out, it is the most painful.

Wen Yun also struggled to hold that cold hand, but was finally dodged. She opened her mouth, and her voice seemed to be broken, pieced together one by one: "I'm sorry, I'm late, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." ”

"Wen Yunyi, this time, I didn't forgive"

Blood and tears were mixed together, and it was impossible to tell whether it was remorse or grief, Wen Yun also raised her head, the moonlight seemed to be getting brighter and brighter, as bright as the day she got married.

Wen Yun also closed his eyes, and the surroundings began to fall into a dark and gloomy silence, perhaps, at the beginning, their fate was like that road, it was already doomed, the mountains were high and the road was far away, but they couldn't hold their hands against the wind after all.

Jing Rong carried the blood-dripping sword, his gaze passed through the chaos, and Su Qinghui sat in the center of the ground like a marionette. Even though the swords and swords around him, and the blood flowed like a river, he remained motionless as if he was immersed in his own world.

"Crisp, crisp."

The figure in the distance finally responded, slowly raised its head, and when it saw him, there was light in his eyes again, but in an instant, it disappeared completely, and there was no light in the darkness.

After a while, Jing Rong stopped his steps violently, and a few meters away, the blood-colored figure slowly got up and retreated step by step.

"Crisp."

With a heart-wrenching cry, Jiang Ting actually looked back, and the blood-colored figure on the city wall was like a butterfly flying, but in an instant, it fell into a deep darkness.

"Your Highness."

The sounds of tearing around overlapped, and Jiang Ting was actually knocked forward by the crowd that surged up, and when he looked down, under the city wall, the moat was hidden in the dark, as usual.