In the twenty-sixth year of Yuanxing, he went to Beijing.

In spring, everything recovers.

Wangcheng, torture chamber.

The dim light flickered in the corner of the wall, and the slightly mottled stone wall reflected the slender and graceful figure.

In the middle of the room was a stone bed, and shackles hung at the four corners, and at this time the shackles were tightly clasped to a woman, and the slender white skin was covered with shackles, leaving shocking bruises.

Next to the stone bed, the woman in red bent down slightly and stared at the person on the stone bed, the corners of her mouth were pouting with a smug smile in it, obviously smiling, but there was no smile in her beautiful eyes, but it was like a poisonous snake spitting snake letter to attack.

"When I picked you back, I really thought it was my father who wanted to recognize you as a daughter? You are so naïve, if it weren't for the purpose of raising money for the third prince, you wouldn't want to step into the door of the Fu family, who would let you only have money. ”

"Do you think this marriage contract was really made for you? It's just that the family is coaxing you to take a place for me first. ”

In a word, this beauty took a piece of paper and put it on the woman's face, and she could vaguely see a bit of beautiful and refined face.

The more she watched her struggle desperately, with her mouth open but unable to say a word, the happier she became, and the more strange she felt!

"Do you want to ask me if His Royal Highness the Third Prince knows? The third prince and my childhood sweetheart, of course I know about this matter, after all, as his fiancée, you have been calculated a lot over the years. How can he be willing to change it to me? Seeing the woman's breathing getting shorter and shorter, her laughter became more and more triumphant.

"Now that the overall situation has been decided, the third prince is about to become the prince, how can you sit in the position of the crown princess, it is time to give way."

"The daughter of the Fu family died of a serious illness, and the three princes kept their promise not to abandon the marriage contract and still chose a daughter from the Fu family as the crown princess, and I, as the daughter of the Fu family, am of course the best candidate. I will take your rich dowry, and achieve the position of the crown princess in a beautiful manner, and I will be glorious and unmatched. ”

"Fu Yuanling, you can't think of it, right?"

"Fu Yuanling, you should have died a long time ago!"

The soft and white fingers twisted the last piece of paper soaked in water and applied it to Fu Yuanling's face, the stunning face could no longer be seen, watching her bound limbs struggle to survive, watching her suffocate to death by the torture of anger, watching her swallow her last breath.

Fu Xuanyi nodded with satisfaction and pushed open the door and walked out, if he died, it would be fine.

The depression that had accumulated in my heart for several years finally dissipated at this moment.

It wasn't until she could no longer be seen that the people guarding the door pushed the door in.

"Are you dead?"

"It's dead, don't worry."

"Roll it up with a straw mat and go to the mass grave."

"Yes." The little eunuch in dark clothes rolled up the person with his hands and feet, carried it on his shoulders and walked out, walked to the door, swept the corner of his eyes to Gonggong Qu gently brushed the corner of his clothes, sighed slowly, and seemed to whisper, "It's a pity for this, let's have a good baby in the next life, people with good hearts can't live in this world."

The little eunuch Zhantong walked out with his head bored, and he pretended not to hear what he shouldn't have heard.

In the early years, he had received the favor of Miss Fu, and today he could not save her life, but he deliberately chose a brand new straw mat, and he did not throw her into the mass grave, but drove the ox cart himself at night and buried her in the deep valley of the West Mountain.

The great monk of the Yuanqing Dynasty of Qingyan Temple once got drunk and said that this is a treasure of feng shui, and others only think that the great monk who is not taboo in wine and meat is talking nonsense, but he has no money to invite people to see feng shui, and he does not dare to bury his benefactor and erect a monument, and he has no ability to save her life, the only thing he can do is to hope that the words of the great monk are true, and he is buried here in the hope that the benefactor can have a good birth in the next life.

Sprinkled the last handful of soil, Zhantong kowtowed three times, and walked away without looking back.

The west wind swept the fallen leaves up in the air, swirled, and slowly fell, just on top of the newly piled tomb, as if it had put on a new coat for it.

***

At the same time, the Nine Emperor Princes, who were sleeping soundly in the middle of the night, sat up suddenly, and cold sweat poured out densely from the corners of his forehead, slid across his angular cheeks and sank into his neck. got up, walked barefoot to the palace lamp, and picked up the copper pick up the copper pick to light up the candle flame a little.

His heart was pounding, he was a little flustered, and he was about to call someone, but at this moment, the door was gently pushed open, and he saw Pei Xiu walking in quickly, bowing his head and kneeling in return, "Your Highness, the eldest girl of the Fu family has a sudden emergency, and the person is gone." ”

Xiao Jiuqi stiffened, there was no joy or anger on Mu Ran's face, and the copper pick holding the lamp in his hand slipped to the ground, making a crisp sound, hitting the tip of the person's heart hard.

Pei Xiu didn't dare to breathe, he lay on the ground and didn't dare to move, and it took a long time to hear His Royal Highness's cold and murderous voice coming, "Check!" ”

How dare those people in the Fu family?

He wants them to pay for their lives!