When Su Hong entered the room, Fang Wuying was standing in front of the window, he turned his head and looked at her, for some reason, Su Hong felt that his expression was a little strange.

"One thing comes to mind." He opened his mouth and whispered, "Come with me to the concert." ”

His expression is complex and unpredictable.

"What?" Su Hong didn't react for a while.

"XJAPAN's concert in Hong Kong. If...... If you want. He even chuckled, "Okay, don't shirk, I'll pay." ”

Su Hong looked at him in amazement, for a long time, and nodded: "...... Good. ”

It was the bright moonlit night of the last year of the Ming Dynasty, Bangzheng knocked the three watches, under the moonlight, Kunning Palace seemed to be dyed with a layer of light frost, a silence, and silence.

Fourteen years later, Empress Zhou hanged herself on the day of the collapse of the country, and the little girl Princess Changping was cut off by her crazy father Chongzhen, but she survived that day. In the second year of Shunzhi, in order to win the hearts of the people, Emperor Shunzhi gave Princess Changping a marriage, so that she still married Zhou Shixian, who had an old alliance. However, soon after the marriage, Princess Changping died, and she was five months pregnant when she died. This girl only lived to be seventeen years old in total, but countless people in later generations know her story, of course, mostly through Jin Yong's "The Legend of the Deer and Ding", "Blue Blood Sword", and the traditional Cantonese opera "The Emperor's Flower".

…… When the white fog cleared and the frosted glass of the security check was clearly visible, Su Hong breathed a sigh of relief.

The door opened, Li Jianguo and Lei Jun were waiting outside the door, and when they saw Su Hong and Fang Wuying coming out, they all looked relieved.

"Captain, why has it been delayed for so long?" Less than asking.

"Stayed in Kunning Palace for a while." Fang Wuying tore off the wig, unbuttoned the cloth, and asked again, "What about Xu Yanzhou?" ”

"I brought it back, but I haven't woken up yet." Less than said.

"What are you doing here?" Su Hong muttered, opened the cabinet and took out her clothes, and entered the dressing room, "ladyfirst." ”

Seeing that it was okay, Lei Jun went back to the office first, and went to check on Xu Yanzhou's situation with them, and soon, only Fang Wuying was left in the corridor. He took off the eunuch's official uniform, took out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of the hanging military uniform, shook one and lit it, and sat down.

The people dispersed, the corridor was quiet, and a certain ceiling lamp seemed to have something wrong, flashing, and the light dimmed.

A little tired, Fang didn't think about it, stayed up all night, the task was finally completed, and it was not bad.

I have to write a mission report tomorrow......

Biting on his cigarette, he slowly leaned back in his chair and his eyes fell on the ceiling.

In the corner of the house, there was a small water stain.

For some reason, in Fang Wuying's mind, Queen Zhou's trembling tearful face appeared again.

She is only seventeen or eighteen years old, not much older than Chongzhen. He entered the deep palace at a young age, and after he became a country, "Kun carries all things, and virtue is boundless".

…… Although the danger is in front and her life cannot be guaranteed, she still chooses to protect the girl in her arms, even if she is so frightened that she tears and sifts chaff all over her body.

It seemed that at that moment, Fang Wuying put away the knife in his hand, he suddenly, he was not willing to force him with a sharp weapon anymore, even if he might be shouted out in the next second, he and Su Hong would also be caught.

Fang Wuying suddenly thought, later, what kind of mood did this woman have when she committed suicide by hanging a beam?

Has there ever been even the slightest spark in this short life that has been forced to live?

There is a woman's beautiful face, flashing in front of her eyes, as young as Queen Zhou's face, as sad as Queen Zhou, but slightly more indifferent than Queen Zhou, so people feel the pain and despair even more.

"Sister......

The cigarette butt between his fingers fell to the ground unconsciously, Fang Wuying bent over and arched his back, he held his head tightly with his hand, and there was a bone-chilling pain that rushed out from the deepest part of his body, like an uncontrollable devil, trying to hold him from the depths of his body, and then, completely destroyed......

“…… Captain Fang? Captain? ”

There was a hand tapping him on the shoulder.

Fang Wuying raised his head suddenly! Su Hong was standing in front of her, her outfit had been restored to modern clothing.

“…… Oh? Changed? His tone seemed to have just woken up from a dream.

Fang Wuying's gaze wandered, and finally landed on the hanger hook, and the epaulettes of his military uniform seemed to have a ray of light passing across the two stars.

"Well, you can go and use the locker room." Su Hong said, looking at his face, "What's wrong?" ”

"No, it's fine." Fang Wuying stood up and rubbed his face vigorously with both hands, "You're not going back?" ”

"Oh, I'll go."

Fang Wuying walked to the door of the locker room and heard Su Hong stop him.

"The concert is ......," she looked at him a little hesitantly, "is it really decided?" ”

"Of course, as long as you want."

“…… Uh, okay. ”

As if in an instant, Fang Wuying returned to his usual appearance, he looked at Su Hong: "You go first, I'll lock the door of the security room." ”

There was not even an expression on his pale and thin face.

Fang Wuying returned to his home in Bishui Bay on the outskirts of the city, it was already past four o'clock in the morning, outside, the torrential rain in late autumn was pouring down, but he did not plan to sleep.

Turn on the computer, enter the system, the network is connected, and the mailbox information is flashing, which is the system prompting that there is a new email coming in.

Click on the mailbox, and a letter pops up, and the address is shuxiang214@. The title is DearPaul. Fang Wuying's heart skipped a violent beat, and he hurriedly moved his mouse and opened the letter.

"It's like meeting.

The last letter has been received, and there is nothing wrong with my side, but the time is uncertain for the time being. There are two more discussions at hand, but I should be able to get back to you by next Monday.

I didn't expect to hear from you five years from now, Paul. But here's a question: do you want to just be a friend, a brief talk? Or would you like to continue with a formal consultation? If it's the former, it's simple, but if it's the latter, I think we'll have to make a full planner.

Hopefully, in the next letter, you can tell me your answer, so that I can schedule the work as well, you know, the focus of the two is not the same.

By the way, due to rising prices and other reasons, the current cost has been doubled compared to five years ago.

By the way, I heard that you made a lot of profits from fund investment last year?

I went to the UK a few years ago and happened to buy a good version of Wuthering Heights, I remember that you liked this book very much and always wanted to give it to you, but unfortunately it never got the chance. This time it's finally no problem.

Looking forward to hearing from you.

Shu Xiang. ”

The letter was not long, Fang Wuying read it twice, and then closed the mailbox.

It's 5:10 a.m.

The music starts again. In the early morning of the rainy day, the white curtains gently blown by the wind, the rain refracted into the dim light. There was a heavy rock, like the echo of a snow-capped mountain, resounding in the study.

I‘madevilontherun，

asixgunlover，

acandleinthewind

……

Now, he can finally calm down.

Appendix:

The song Fang Wuying listened to was "BlazeofGlory", and the singing group was Bonjovi