【Chapter 29】The Yiren slept

He's going to get married, and the bride isn't Fleur, and it's not Fleur. Political marriage, a princess who has returned to the past, became his destined bride.

It was the first time he had returned to the palace since he came out. The emperor, who didn't smile, just kept laughing: "When you grow up, what's wrong with marrying someone who is right, why should you be obsessed with a commoner woman?" ”

He had only three words: "I don't want to." ”

His father's face suddenly sank, and he looked coldly at the son who had never disobeyed him: "I can't help you." ”

Just after the father and son parted unhappily, a dusty herald fell to his door, covered in blood, and before he could take out the blood-stained military report from his bosom, he fell to the ground.

Fleur, who hurried out, tested her pulse and shook her head at him.

With a gloomy face, he hurriedly stepped on his horse and turned around. When he left, he didn't say a word to the woman under the eaves.

Not long after, a few more flowers dotted the green path with a yellow robe of jade. Behind him, there is a black guard.

"Your Majesty." Fleur recognized the incomparably noble figure, but it was still neither humble nor arrogant. If he hadn't forced his own second son, her parents would not have died in the war.

"Are you the one who made Rui'er not marry the princess?" stared indifferently at the woman in front of her, with the majesty of life and death.

"I have heard about the emperor's affairs and the royal affairs, but I don't ask for the society, but now I see it, and it really deserves its reputation." At this moment, she no longer cares about her surname.

The emperor's eyes narrowed, and his father-in-law, who had followed him for many years, was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe. He knew it was a harbinger of murder.

The emperor, who should have been furious, suddenly laughed: "You are very bold, but do you know? It is only when life is about to be lost that it is discovered in its preciousness. ”

"Kill me? Be my guest. Fleur said lightly, staring at the man with the power in the world.

"Of course not," the emperor smiled slightly, "as long as you leave him." I'll choose another one for you - how about the son of the Shang Shu family? ”

"I'm really sorry for you, you would make such a big concession. But there is no need," Fleur smiled slightly, "that farce was destined to be regretted today as soon as it began." ”

The delicate purple jade pendant turned around with his body, and the anger on his slightly old face flashed, and he immediately returned to his previous indifference, and without further ado, he glanced at the old slave behind him.

The father-in-law immediately brought a plate of hibiscus flowers, covered with a piece of yellow silk. A gust of wind blew, and a jade bottle stood quietly on the plate under the opened brocade. The wine in the bottle, shining golden in the sunlight.

"The gold dust wine is extremely poisonous, and the golden light in the wine flashes with luxury," Fleur stretched out her slender jade hand, "Is it for me?" ”

"Girl, it's too late to regret it now." The father-in-law next to him reminded him in a whisper, and his voice was sharp and ugly. For some reason, there was a little more warmth in Fleur's heart.

Suddenly raised his head and drank all the poisonous wine in the bottle. It was so resolute that everyone around him didn't have time to react. The emperor of the Great Zhou watched in amazement as the docile woman swallowed heavily, and then coughed violently because he was not used to drinking, and even the white jade-like face turned red in an instant.

"You..." The emperor's face was extremely ugly, and he finally swallowed back what he wanted to say, and he was angry, and kicked the old slave who was standing next to him stupidly, "Go back to the palace!" ”

The father-in-law, who got up from the ground tremblingly, ignored Luanjia, who had already left, and just looked at the woman in front of him blankly, and kept muttering something in his mouth.

With a soft sound, the whole white mutton fat jade bottle smashed on the ground. The father-in-law woke up and ran towards the horses and chariots, which had already turned into black spots. The woman was so similar to the little girl he had seen years ago.

Maybe she is a heavenly immortal, and the mortal world can't keep it; Maybe she is the snow lotus of the Tianshan Mountains, and she will only look at the world proudly by the clear spring of Ling Han; Maybe she just wanted to sleep for a thousand years and look at those affectionate eyes in her dreams.

It can only be said that the horse is so slow, and when the horse whips back, the white petals have gently covered the graceful woman. Yurong is as serene as a virgin, as if there is a trace of attachment hidden between the eyebrows. On the plain white skirt, the blood color is delicate, like a blooming rose, gorgeous and dazzling, like the phoenix of Pannia, dazzling. It is like a fire that uses life as firewood, reaching straight into the sky.

The Seven Princes came back too late. He could only see a tear hanging quietly on his cheek covered by green silk.

"The battlefield is dangerous, please be very careful." There was a whisper in his ear, "Be sure to come back, I'll be waiting for you here." ”

It's just that now, after returning as promised, the Yiren will never wake up again.

The prince, who had never shed tears, picked up the sleeping woman and cried loudly, his voice was miserable, like a wounded lone wolf looking at the moon and howling, which made people feel pity but did not dare to approach.

You're gone, I can't accompany you.

In the next life, I will still be waiting for you by the lake.

Fleur, wait for me・・・・・・

For three whole days, he did not sleep, red tears flowed from his red eyes, and his body was like a stone sculpture. Fleur went, as if taking everything he had.