In the thirtieth year of Dayou, on the eighth day of the eighth month of August.

Jingzhou.

When night falls, the indigo sky is dotted with countless small stars, with a little bit of light in the dimness, the turbid air in the bedroom of King Jing's Mansion seems to be filled with a faint fragrance of the night, quiet and pressing, suddenly, a gust of wind swept in from outside the window pavilion, and for a while the dim candle flame that was shaking uncertainly touched the left and right swaying even more, the light and shadow rose and fell, and the light and shadow shimmered.

The woman's eyes were closed, her face was pale, her lips were purple, she was lying quietly on the bed, motionless, wearing a plain white brocade water-sleeved long gauze dress, with pink silk threads finely embroidered with rose patterns, wide cuffs just covering all upper limbs, and a bright silver flower embroidery belt inlaid with jade around her slender waist.

The embroidered ribbon was originally given to her by him.

She had trusted him so much.

"Belts can only be given to those who have been recognized."

Here's what he said.

It is precisely because of this sentence that she has always kept the bright silver embroidery belt with jadeite until the end, even if the brocade silver of the embroidered ribbon is not very bright, even if the jade on it has been split in half by him.

Jin Chu didn't figure it out until he died, why did Beitang Yiyu, a little marquis who could call the wind and rain in Xuanyuan Country, choose her?

In terms of beauty, she can't compete with Situ.

In terms of intelligence, she can't compete with Xuanyuan.

She died with hatred.

Once upon a time, she was also the grandchild of the ancestors in the Xinyang Marquis Mansion, who loved her the most and had the most high hopes. If it weren't for Beitang Yiyu's stubborn pursuit and perseverance, she would not have had anything to do with someone like him at all. And her life will not end in such a bleak appearance. She originally thought that Beitang Yiyu did it because she liked it, but it was only later that she realized that everything was just a game.

She was just a pawn in Beitang's hands.

A piece that can be discarded at any time.

Jin Churan's delicate long black hair was not coiled into a neat bun, but was loosely spread out and draped on a soft pillow at will, and a few strands fell on her shoulders, because no one came to take care of it, which was slightly messy, but even so, her whole person still looked quite feminine.

King Jing Xuanyuan Ji Feng was slender, standing silently in front of the bed, looking down at the person on the bed, without any expression on his face, after a while, he pursed his thin lips, and just asked his henchman Wen Renhe, who had been standing on the side, in a faint voice: "Has the letter been sent out?" ”

Wen Renhe took a step forward and replied in a deep voice: "It was sent out overnight yesterday." ”

Hearing this, Xuanyuan Jifeng nodded slightly, and the corners of his mouth slowly hooked a sinister smile, "I don't know if this king's gift is in line with his Beitang Yiyu's heart?" ”

Wen Renhe thought about it, and couldn't help but say softly: "The prince and the marquis of Anguo have been fighting for many years, for a long time, Beitang and Situ, the power is thriving, and now in the territory of Xuanyuan country, only the Beitang family is dominant, but at this time, the prince suddenly lost the weakness of the marquis of Anguo that he has been pinching in his hand, presumably after the marquis of Anguo learned the news, he will not give up easily, and the prince can think of a countermeasure in the future?" After speaking, Wen Renhe's eyes gave birth to a look of disgust, and it quietly and sharply fell on Jin Churan's face.

Xuanyuan Monsoon frowned, "A long time ago, this king was also so glorious and glorious, a collection of thousands of honors, if it weren't for his Beitang Yiyu, in the past, he would have to fight against this king everywhere, this king today, why did he fall into this place?" After a pause, he snorted with a smile, and said: "This king just wants to see how ruthless his Beitang Yiyu heart is, and he also wants to see what it will be like for him to lose his love after Beitang Yiyu once lost his love. ”

After hearing Xuanyuan Jifeng, Wen Renhe's tone was a little worried, "But the Jingzhou army can't ...... yet" But before Wen Renhe finished speaking, Xuanyuan Jifeng suddenly raised his hand and stopped Wen Renhe's words: "If you are afraid, hurry up and get rid of this king!" ”

Wen Renhe's face tightened, and he hurriedly knelt on the ground, "The prince has been very kind to his subordinates, and his subordinates will swear to follow the prince to the death, and they will not be afraid of anyone!" ”

——

On the 10th day of the eighth month of the 30th year of Dayou.

Prince Xuanyuan Zeling carefully read the brocade book sent from Jingzhou, his expression was very serious, and he hurried out of the East Palace overnight to the mansion of the Marquis of Anguo, the evening breeze was blowing, a round of the national moon was clearly reflected in the water in the mansion, pavilions, weeping willows, Xuanyuan Zeling walked along the stone path, and the frogs and cicadas in his ears continued. In the past few years, in addition to the East Palace, the place he is most familiar with is the Anguohou Mansion, and he went to find the Anguohou Beitang Yiyu, and there was no need for the mansion maids and maids to lead the way. After walking for about half a day, he finally came to the front of Beitang Yiyu's bedroom, and saw that there was no one to guard, he only smiled lightly, knowing that everyone was probably driven away by Beitang Yiyu, and also, with Beitang Yiyu's skill, in fact, he didn't need anyone's protection at all. As soon as Xuanyuan Zeling pushed the door open, a strong smell of wine hit Xuanyuan Zeling's nasal cavity, although he was familiar with it, he still couldn't help but be choked and coughed twice, and then, he muttered unhappily: "I'm drinking again!" ”

An Guohou Beitang was lazily leaning on the small couch in a blue and dark single coat, a pair of peach blossom drunken eyes seemed to be closed, a few empty green jade wine jugs around him were tilted left and right, and the neckline of the shirt that had been stained with wine was shining like ripples of water through the faint candle flame, and the protruding Adam's apple rolled up and down from time to time with his swallowing movements.

Xuanyuan Ze entered the room, and before he could take two steps away, he seemed to have been noticed.

"Peizhi."

Beitang Yiyu called drunkenly, and at the same time drew a faint smile on his lips.

Xuanyuan Zeyu didn't plan to hide more, so he strode to Beitang Yiyu's side, suddenly leaned down, grabbed Beitang Yiyu's wrist, frowned tightly, glared at Beitang Yiyu, and said anxiously: "Do you know!" Dye and dye have an accident in Jingzhou! ”

Beitang Yiyu smiled softly, "The newlywed is more than a month old, and it is a gift from the Holy Lord, what can happen?" ”

Xuanyuan Zeyu really couldn't get used to talking about Jin Chu dyeing Beitang Yiyu always looked like this, he took out his other hand and vigorously grabbed Beitang Yiyu's neckline, and shouted in a calm voice: "Look at your current appearance, what is dyeing and dyeing to you?!" Isn't she your little dye?! But what did you do to her?! You cut off her left hand! You let her shoot through her heart! and forcibly marry her to King Jing's Mansion! You clearly know that King Jing's Mansion is simply purgatory on earth! How can you ......"

Before Xuanyuan Zeyu finished speaking, Beitang Yiyu had already won his eyes, and said with a smile: "This is a matter between me and her," as he spoke, Beitang Yiyu raised his eyes and looked back at Xuanyuan Zehui fixedly, and said lightly, "Why are you so angry?" ”

"Brute!"

Xuanyuan Ze's angry gaze was like a dark fire in the dark night, and he stared at Beitang with hatred and hatred, but finally let go of his hand helplessly.

Beitang Yiyu smoothed the clothes in front of his chest that had only been crumpled by Xuanyuan Ze, and chuckled: "You are right, I am a brute. ”

Xuanyuan Ze turned to one side, raised his hand and pointed at Beitang Yiyu and said, "Of course you are!" But I'm not talking about you today! ”

Beitang shook his eyebrows, and there seemed to be a touch of puzzlement in his expression.

Then, Xuanyuan Zeling couldn't help but grit his teeth and said, "I'm talking about the Xuanyuan monsoon today!" He's a brute! A brute more brute than you! ”

Hearing this, the faint smile that had been on the corner of Beitang Yiyu suddenly froze, and he couldn't help but stare at Xuanyuan Ze and asked, "What do you mean by this?" ”

Xuanyuan Ze took a deep breath and shook his head, "Jingzhou Jingwang Mansion sent someone to the palace to report the funeral, saying that he died of illness in Jingzhou," he snorted coldly and continued, "But who doesn't know, after King Jingyuan Xuanyuan Monsoon left the palace and went to Jingzhou, his whole temperament has changed greatly, and he has become tyrannical. He actually said in his letter that he did not abide by women's morality, committed seven crimes, and was inferior to beasts, and Jingwangfu would not be buried! This is simply unreasonable! ”

Beitang was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he came back to his senses, as if in disbelief, "Not to be buried?" ”

Xuanyuan Ze lowered his eyes lightly and sighed: "The letter indicates that you want An Guohou to go and collect the corpse in person. ”

Beitang Yiyu's eyebrows frowned as if the ink-colored mountains were endless, raised his hand to support his forehead, and slowly shook his head: "Impossible...... It's only been less than two months, and she ...... She's dead? Xiao Ran is such a tough person...... No way...... It's impossible......"

Xuanyuan Ze looked at Beitang Yiyu deadly, but he laughed sarcastically, slowly leaned over, and replied to Beitang Yiyu in a firm tone: "Yes!" She's dead! She's really dead! Congratulations to Beitang Yiyu, you will never see her smile again! ”