Wen Ziwu and Yang looked at each other, but the palace people and the imperial physician below had already retreated in fright, Wen Ziwu held Emperor Wei's arm worriedly: "Father, you just vomited so much blood, why don't you let the imperial doctor come first-"

"Bastard, when are I going to say it a second time?!Get out, all out!"

As if he had suddenly come back to his senses, the Yang family hurriedly pulled Wen Ziwu to kneel down and said, "Obey the emperor's will, the concubines and the prince will retreat first!"

With that, she and the maid dragged Wen Ziwu left and right. The huge Ming Palace, although it is the middle of the night, is also brilliantly lit, symbolizing the royal family of the Wei State The golden dragon pattern on a black background can be seen everywhere, ** under the dazzling, but it is a suffocating cold.

"Say, who are you! Who sent you, say!"

Looking at the little blood stains in front of Emperor Wei's clothes, as well as the red bloodshot in his eyes and some scattered buns, Yao Jin thought of Murong Zihua's fleeting fragility and distraction, and couldn't help but feel some inexplicable happiness in his heart, the throat that was strangled too tightly just now unconsciously coughed violently a few times, she slowly got up and threw the rune paper into the brazier next to her, "Your Majesty Emperor Wei, this talisman is fake, and the technique of disgust is also fake, even the identity of my witch and the words I said just now are also fake! ”

"What?"

"Wen Chengxian, you are dying, you are really dying! A person like you, who is full of sin, has lived for so many years in vain, what a serious waste of resources-" Yao Jin snorted, very light, but very cold, she walked back to Emperor Wei's bed, stood, condescendingly stared at Emperor Wei who was half-leaning on the soft pillow, "I am here to end your sins for your son and for the Snow Clan—oh, maybe you don't know you have such a son, and you don't deserve to know......"

Emperor Wei's face suddenly turned purple in defeat, his eyes widened, and his chest rose and fell, "What do you say! What do you say! What son, what son? Zhen Ji, she betrayed me, she married that useless Murong Fusu of the little Min Kingdom, and she also risked her life to give birth to a son prematurely! These I know, who are you? You dare to talk nonsense! Don't try to deceive me!!"

"She is married to the Murong family, but why doesn't she go back to her mother clan, the Xue Clan? Why did she go all the way to Fujian? Why did she marry to a distant place that your power will never be able to reach? You say she gave birth to a child for Murong Fusu? Your Majesty the Great Emperor Wei, do you know that after Murong Zihua was one year old, she slept in Murong Fusu! You say, how did her son come about!"

Yao Jin's sentences were tight, and it seemed that Emperor Wei's whole person was about to be crushed, he looked around blankly, and his hands were touching the bed aimlessly, "She has a child, she has my child, why is she leaving, why is ...... I said I would make it up to her! Even if she wanted to be the queen, I would give it to her! Why did she leave! Why did she hurt my face like that, so that I couldn't see her!"

"Empress, can an ethereal queen be worthy of the hatred of the Snow Clan's extermination, and can it be worth your deception, use and reuse of her?" Yao Jin shook his head, "You are really a ruthless and unrighteous damned person, if I were Murong Zihua, I would have ended up with your life when I entered the Evergreen Palace for the first time!

"The first time you entered the Evergreen Palace? you mean—he, that kid!" Emperor Wei's face changed and changed, and he said in a trembling voice, "Who is he?

"Here. "I don't know when, a person walked out from behind a candlestick in the main hall, no eunuch's clothes, no skin mask, he was wearing a white dress, the clothing of the Fujian royal family, like a breeze and elegant, like a white cloud. Yao Jin was stunned for a moment, and then ran over nervously: "How did you get in?"

Murong Zihua didn't answer her, he stretched out his hand and pulled Yao Jin behind him, and also pressed her shoulder, as if to signal her not to follow. And his gaze fell straight ahead—on the dragon couch that was very close and far away.

"Murong, you can't!" Yao Jin clearly knew that she should leave, and she should give the father and son who were destined to meet each other a little time to settle their grievances, and at this time, anyone who knew the slightest sense of reason should quietly withdraw or stay outside the door - but she couldn't, she knew more clearly that she was definitely not allowed to leave at this moment. Because she didn't dare to make sure that Murong Zihua would not go up and cut off Wen Chengxian's head with a sword, she didn't know what the situation was outside this Ming Hall now, where were the dark lines of the Yang family, Wen Ziwu, and Murong Zihua, and whether they would suddenly rush in and cut off their own heads with a sword. Yao Jin took a deep breath, turned around and grabbed Murong Zihua's arm, and said word by word: "I said, you can't, let me come!"

"Yao Jin, if I want to do it, you can't stop it. Let go. ”

As if he just flicked his sleeves slightly, Yao Jin's whole person had been shaken back a few steps, but in his fluttering words, in his seemingly ordinary action, Yao Jin felt a huge tremor, and his hatred that went deep into his bone marrow.

"Every inch of bricks, every door and window of this Evergreen Palace is like in front of my eyes day and night, just like every person and face of the Snow Clan, always in my mother's mind, for more than 20 years, it has never disappeared. Murong Zihua walked up the steps step by step and walked in front of that person, "Murong Xu, the crown prince of King Min, because he was greedy for the throne and had a deep misunderstanding of his father, once wanted to do something rebellious in front of his sickbed, and in the end he failed, but I won't." Today and now is the time of your death. ”

Before the words fell, Murong Zihua's hand had a bright and flickering short knife, and on both sides of the handle were two lotus flowers of different shapes, and a little silver light flickered between the petals, as if it was morning dew. I saw that this short knife was tightly attached to Emperor Wei's neck, and to his old and loose skin. Emperor Wei did not resist and struggle, he stared at Murong Zihua in front of him fiercely with an unbelievable and resentful look, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Do you really dare? As long as I shout, as soon as the people outside come in, you will all die!"

"I promise you haven't screamed yet, the knife has already cut your throat. ”

"This knife was made by me for your mother, and she just wants you to use this knife to kill me and your biological father?" Emperor Wei narrowed his eyes slightly, he looked at this person, this person's eyes were as ruthless as him, more elusive eyes than when he was young, indistinguishable joy and anger, and indistinguishable love and hate, but he still clearly felt from his old skin, an extremely subtle tremor from behind the short knife.