One sentence poked Qi Lie's sore spot, the blood clan was the tribe with the heaviest losses in the Linzhou War, although Qi Lie felt very immoral when he saw Wen Lan persecuting Emperor Ming so much, but when he thought of the six horsemen who died in the ambush of Emperor Ming, he didn't want to intervene to stop Wen Lan, he just watched from the sidelines. But Wen Lan scolded her sister, and he was born to protect his short-term for the rest of his life. The next whisper said:

"Whatever happens, don't get angry at her!" In a word, the smell of gunpowder immediately diffused. He turned his head to Qi Chu and said, "Sister, this is a privy council, don't speak again." ”

Qi Chu saw his younger brother's solemn face, so he had to keep his mouth shut for the time being.

Hunying was shocked by the situation in front of her, the atmosphere in the room made people feel almost short of breath, and she couldn't help but walk to the window and take a few breaths of cold air. She was even thinking that if the archers who were ambushed at the north gate of Linzhou City with Su You at that time shot Wen Lan to death, would the poor woman in front of her not have to suffer these crimes. But can some things really be covered up? If Wen Lan died, wouldn't anyone else know these secrets?

She couldn't help but glance back at the domineering witch god.

That's why he obviously hated Wen Lan, but he didn't dare to take his words as a deaf ear.

Wen Lan said that day that the Imuran army was not more than Hanjiang, so they must not push away the eagle god bone on Su You's body, otherwise the eagle clan would lose Su You forever. She didn't want to believe it, but she didn't dare not believe it. Because she was so scared, there was no difference between her fear and the woman named Zhu Yutang in front of her, and she felt Zhu Yutang's fear.

Because Wen Lan seems to have an ability, as long as he says a sentence at any time, this sentence will be like a spell, which will immediately pull out a secret that he doesn't know when it has been buried deeply, and then knock the opponent into a situation from which it will never be recovered. In fact, even if she secretly shot Wen Lan to death in Linzhou, she guessed that she would still do what he said: the army is no more than Hanjiang, and she will never push away the eagle god bone.

Lose Suyou? She never had the courage to take such a risk.

Wen Lan left Qi Chu, who had closed her mouth, and turned her head to look at Zhu Yutang, as if looking at a beggar, and suddenly laughed: "Cut your hair for a nun?" Emperor Shangming really exalted himself and created so many sins, and now, do you still want to be able to eat fasting and pray for the Buddha to die without illness? ”

Zhu Yutang tried her best to look at Wen Lan's face, she was eager to see Wen Lan's true meaning, she wanted to know that since Wen Lan revealed the secret in front of her, she must have a purpose, since it was not to humiliate herself, then what did he want?

She looked at it again, but the more she looked, the more she couldn't believe it, and muttered, "No...... I don't understand why you want me to be like this, you want me to ...... Die? ”

"It seems that the art of contemplation can still save a lot of tongues, since you can understand, then save me from saying more." Wen Lan said, taking out a small paper bag from her sleeve, the same as the paper bag usually used to wrap medicine.

Zhu Yutang looked at him in horror and shook his head and said, "No, I don't understand!" Why...... Why are you doing this? If you want to kill me, you can do it before you go back to Taiye City, why do you want to do it today. Even if you don't want to do it yourself, even if you poison my diet, you can do it quietly, why do you have to take it so hard for me to take the poison myself? ”

Wen Lan sighed:

"What can I do? If your precious daughter is like her second sister who doesn't know the art of mind-contemplation, I don't have to go through so much trouble. But if I assassinate you to death, and your Ming Emperor's daughter comes to ask if it is my hand and looks at me with the art of contemplation, I will not be able to lie, even if she is powerless to avenge you, if the wind blows on the pillow in front of my lord of Imuram every day, then I will not have peace forever? So, not only do you have to die, but you also have to poison yourself. Then when I am interrogated in the future, I just need to say, 'It is the poison that the Emperor of Shangming took himself.'" Oh, by the way, you have to give me a handwritten letter before you take the poison, telling her that you are ashamed of the poison taken by the people of the blue sea, and with your handwriting, your daughter will never blame me. ”

Zhu Yutang burst into tears and suddenly burst into hysterical laughter.

The art of contemplation.

My mother taught this unparalleled secret technique, but she didn't expect it to become the cause of chasing souls.

She sat on the ground with her chair legs, staring blankly ahead, and said, "What if I don't say yes......

"If you don't agree, I'll stuff another letter into the tube and let the pigeon harrier take it back to the capital of Wanhua Emperor, and the letter will tell you everything about Mu Yun and your daughter clearly. I know that at that time, Li Houcong gave you two pigeon harriers, and I pecked one to death with a black eagle to intercept the letter, and there is only one left. You also know that once this pigeon harrier flies out, it will directly deliver the letter to Li Houcong's hands, and it will not be shelved in the warehouse like that portrait. ”

"No...... Don't ......" Zhu Yutang no longer has any of the momentum and dignity of the Ming Emperor, and her low-voiced plea has become her only hope to communicate with Wen Lan. So she prostrated at Wen Lan's feet like a servant, and raised her head in the most humble posture and begged: "Great Witch God, please don't do this, Jie'er's mind I know, she has never harmed anyone, and she will never do it in the future!" I have never been kind to her since she was born, I owe her, I am ashamed of her, how can I make her a soul in a foreign country again! ”

Wen Lan was a little impatient and retorted, "Since you want me to help you, why don't you take the medicine quickly?" ”

Zhu Yutang was already crying hoarsely, and Wen Lan glanced at her younger brother. Gentlely, he took the medicine bag in his hand and sprinkled the medicine powder into the tea cup on the coffee table beside Zhu Yutang.

Wen Wen still had that kind look, handed over the teacup, and said with a pleasant face: "Emperor Shangming, this black rock blue needle is cooled, and it is the time to taste." ”

Zhu Yutang took the bowl of tea with a trembling twist, and his cheeks were soaked with sweat and tears.

Wen Lan glanced at her and said, "Don't worry, it will take another hour or two for this medicine to be poisoned, which is enough for you to finish writing your own suicide note." It's the same as the bag that Lu Wenchi took in the Bibo Water Prison at that time. ”

"Really...... If I really take this medicine, will you be able to save my son's life? Zhu Yutang had never hoped for one thing like this moment, but she had to believe Wen Lan's promise because she had no choice.

"Hmm." Wen Lan replied very casually, but it was like a treasure in Zhu Yutang's ears, even if she doubted, she didn't have the courage to question, for fear that even the word "um" would be taken back by Wen Lan.

She picked up the teacup with trembling hands, and suddenly she felt a little calmer.

Jie'er ...... Mother this

Life can't give you anything, and the only thing that can be given in the end may be this life. If the gods protect you, you will be able to live a safe life, and your mother may no longer be ashamed of your father when she goes underground.

Qi Chu turned her head away, she couldn't bear to continue to look down. Qi Lie didn't let her speak, she could only cover her mouth with her hand, and suddenly she felt that her hand was wet.

How could it be...... Qi Chu never dreamed that he would shed tears for this Zhu Yutang one day.

Wen Wen took back the teacup, looked at the cup and saw that there was no more left, and then put it back on the table with confidence.

Zhu Yutang took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, carefully wiped away the tears on his face, and straightened his robe and hair bun, then took the pen handed over by others, and wrote it stroke by stroke, and suddenly stopped writing halfway through writing, and looked at the paper in a daze and whispered: "Ling'er...... You can see if this word is too much. After a while, he actually smiled again, and said to himself: "You say yes, that's good." Pick up the pen and continue writing.

I wrote a stick of incense until the moon rose in the sky outside the window, and the silver water-like light shone down, and then I stopped writing.

Wen Lan took the suicide note in her hand and read it under the moon, and seemed to be quite satisfied. Zhu Yutang sat there dumbfounded.

"Fetch the harrier." Wen Lan suddenly shouted.

This sentence made Zhu Yutang's whole person jump up from the chair like a chicken blood.

"You...... How can you go back on your word? Zhu Yutang lost his calmness and calm before he died, replaced by boundless anger and hatred. She slammed at Wen Lan like crazy, eager to bite him to pieces with her teeth, but Wen Lan pushed him to the edge of the table and hit the corner of the table, and a piece of purple blood came out of the corner of her forehead, splashing on the plain clothes, a little red.

"I'm going back on my word, what can you do with me?!" Wen Lan snorted, extinguishing all Zhu Yutang's hopes, "Hmph, aren't you Bihai people the most particular about both goods and silver?" Thou hast drunk the medicine and written thy letter, and what shall I do to thee? Since the moment you put the crown of the sun on your daughter's head, you have been an abandoner, and it is only a disaster to keep it, what can I keep to a disaster?! Come! Fetch the pigeon harrier! ”

The pigeon harrier had already been prepared outside the courtyard according to the gentle instructions, just waiting for Wen Lan to take it.

Zhu Yutang's hands and feet were pressed to the ground by the guards, and the cry in his mouth was hoarse. She watched as Wen Lan tied the cylinder to the pigeon's feet, walked to the window and threw the pigeon harrier into the air, fluttered her light wings a few times, and soon disappeared into the moonlight.

The harrier had already let it go, and with a gentle gesture, the guards let go.

Zhu Yutang lay on the cold ground like this, his bloodstained face clinging to the bluestone ground, and tears hung on the bridge of his nose as if they had solidified.

She neither struggled nor pleaded anymore.

Jie'er ...... Where are you?

Zhu Yutang slowly stood up, muttering constantly, and suddenly, as if she remembered something, she rushed towards the door frantically, shouting in her mouth: "Jie'er! Jie'er! Mother is coming to save you, don't be afraid! ”

Master Hao heard the shouting outside the hospital, and was just about to take someone into the hospital, when Wen Lan shouted: "Hugh wants to stop her!" He had to immediately flash to the side and let Zhu Yutang rush out of the door.