At dusk on the second day, the remnant sun was like blood, coating the entire white and clean earth with a layer of intoxicating and heavy dark red.

Prince Rui stopped his subordinates from instructing, stepped into the Xiyuan Palace, turned the stone carving shadow wall, passed through the platform, passed the front hall, and the silent sense of emptiness, and the crowd of crows kneeling on both sides added a lot of tension and chill to him.

There is no joy or sorrow on his young face, many moments, many things, are already on the bow and have to be sent.

The concubine Pu who greeted her was also much less than before, and when she saw her son coming, a smile appeared on her face.

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Outside the sickbed that takes turns to sleep, whether it is the eldest princess's Qixia Pavilion or Song Guifei's Vermilion Bird Terrace, they are all in the same tense state.

For the eldest princess, this stroke of the Lord undoubtedly came too suddenly, she had not yet laid out everything to advance and retreat, but she was already hastily involved in the unknown battle. thinks that in her life, she is also a "female Zhuge who has been strategizing and winning thousands of miles away", but now she is at a loss and doesn't know if it is a coincidence or a huge trap, so she fell into it like this.

Thinking of this, she pinched the corner of her clothes and pursed her lips again. I watched the few people who had just discussed the arrangements with her leave.

Kong Lifei walked at the end, but his footsteps were indescribably heavy.

Stepping on the falling snow, there was already a damp and cold breath on his boots, and the chill seeped into the bone marrow, and his heart was even colder.

In the distance, the dark sound of the horse-head piano vibrated loudly, sonorously, and the clearer and more energetic, impassioned, as if the sky was thunderstorming, the wind overhead, the storm was coming, and then, tactfully, grief-stricken crying, whimpering, intermittent, a difficult to deduce the state of sadness overwhelming.

Fu Yannian in front didn't look back at him, nor did he ask him to go with him, I don't know when there was already a thick barrier between them.

Kong Lifei understands that after all, he is going to follow the eldest princess and others to run away from Yushan Island, after all, he is because he helped the eldest princess gather money and transfer the strength of the secret whistle, and his hands were stained with Luo Wei's black money, Qin Qing's life, and even, he once again had to force Fu Shao, who had cultivated him single-handedly, step by step, to take the last journey of the villain.

He also understands that with Fu Yannian's cleverness, since the black cauldron of Zixian Ju's smuggling of arms was clearly smashed over, the other party has completely seen through his actions, and he has also lost this best friend.

Now, the person who walks side by side with Fu Yannian is Huang Chun, and the person who cherishes each other and takes care of each other is also Huang Chun.

And the only thing he Kong Lifei has is to hope to find a comfortable nest for himself and Luo'er in the future Taoyuan life. Even if your hands are stained with blood, you don't hesitate to do it.

Even if he understands that Luo'er, who has joined the Republican Church, may be in a dilemma.

"Master, let's get in the carriage, on a snowy day, I wet my shoes and socks carefully, and I am dyed with wind and cold." The coachman who had been sent to pick him up whispered to him.

"Let's go to the Beifu Street Tea House." Kong Lifei's voice was soft, but with unquestionable determination.

The coachman didn't say much, obediently opened the car curtain and sent Kong Lifei to the teahouse. Then he waited in the side hall outside the door.

Kong Lifei has been on this trip for a long time.

From the teahouse, he bought Fu Shao's favorite side dishes and sauced beef. Then he turned out the back door, went to Zhang Sange's wine shop, hit five catties of good Jian Nanbai, and loaded five wine gourds.

Those things that are not heavy, but they are very heavy, very heavy.

In the increasingly heavy wind and snow, he felt that his body was very heavy, step by step, and finally, he still came to the gate of the edict.

The cell boss and the steward outside the door were all people arranged by the eldest princess, and he only handed over the jade sign in his hand, and the other party nodded and let him in.

Kong Lifei handed over a wine gourd in his hand, handed over a bag of food, and said to the cell leader: "Hard work, man, the wind and snow are heavy, warm your body, not respect." ”

The two of them knew the rules and did not shirk it, but they did not dare to eat and drink on duty, for fear that something would change.

The first person said: "Lord Kong is polite, the weather is not good, it is wet and cold inside, and adults should be careful." ”

Then, he leaned in front of Kong Lifei and said softly, and the heat turned into cold ice and condensed in Kong Lifei's ears: "It's over early, we're all good friends." ”

Kong Lifei sighed and pushed open the door of the edict.

The rows of cells that couldn't see the edge were spread out in front of Kong Lifei, and he couldn't see the people inside, so he just walked straight to the door of Fu Shao's cell.

Fu Shao's hair turned gray overnight, and he was no longer as handsome and starry as he was then. In between his actions, he hung his head like a sick man, his shape was erect, and although he was not shackled, his steps were extremely heavy.

However, when he looked up from under the scattered sideburns, his eyes still carried a confident look and a determined feeling.

Kong Li Fei ordered the cell boss to open the gate of the edict, opened the things in his hand, picked up firewood and grass by himself, sat on one side, and opened the wine gourd to pour wine for Fu Shao.

"Has the Lord decreed that he will take my life?" Asking like this, Fu Shao had already held a wine gourd in his hand, and didn't want Kong Lifei to accompany him, so he drank it without hesitation, washed his two dirty hands with the wine, and elegantly cut the beef one by one with two sticks and handed it to Kong Lifei.

The action of feeding the other party with chopsticks is so normal in this environment, and Fu Shao, as a prisoner, still makes such an unusual scene as his life, so exquisite, and so decent.

Kong Lifei caught the piece of beef with his mouth, and he felt that his face was so cold, so cold.

Reaching out to wipe the tears on his face, but he flowed more and more, so he had to pick up a wine gourd and drink it with Fu Shao.

He couldn't answer Fu Shao's words, he was not a good liar, although this was a joke for a senior scout spy, but for all the top agents, there were true and false, half-hidden and half-implied, and a large number of screened truths, plus a handful of fatal fakes, was the real king.

To deal with Shao, he used his trust too much, and he failed him too much, but Kong Lifei felt that he had no choice.

Don't say that he, as a technical courtier, is powerless to resist the eldest princess's strength, only that if there is no arrangement from the eldest princess, he acquiesces to the gossip of Wang Geng and Huang Chun, etc., so that he and Luo'er can get married - this one thing is already destined for him to be used only by the eldest princess.

However, at this moment, Fu Shao chatted with him open-mindedly and was very happy.

He knew that Fu Shao would.

He didn't tell Fu Shao that the Lord had never had the will to kill him, but the Lord was dying, and there were too many people to tolerate Fu Shao.

On this night, the storm was raging, and the water turned into ice.

This night, he was really drunk, and Fu Shao was also drunk.

In a drunkenness, Fu Shao was dragged into a snowdrift by the cell boss, while he, escaping the general drunkenness, was sent back to his house by the cell boss.

In the last year of Wuwei, the year of Beiming, on the eve of the death of Juncheng above the Lord, Fu Shao, a generation of virtuous ministers who devoted his life to opening a new law for Beiming, died.

He lay quietly in the snow, frozen into a frozen corpse.

The whiteness of the sky, the heartfelt compassion and regret of all people, is the only thing.

However, no one knew that his death was an avalanche and a sharpest knife in his hand.

His death was tacitly approved by many parties; His people did not belong to the world of power struggle in the first place.

It is a miracle that a true gentleman, a person who has been gentle and reformed all his life, and who is kind to others, can actually worship each other.

The ten-mile long street is a silent farewell.

Heavy snow without a trace.

You won't go from the future.