The torture of blood is intended to break people's minds. In the wooden barrel, because it originally contained half a bucket of water, the blood dripped in, and it made a translucent and heavy, dead but smart sound of dripping blood. The prisoner's eyes were covered, and his only perception came from sound. The blood was dripping slowly, and the dagger was coated with herbs that inhibit blood clotting, and the sound of dripping blood was not slow, just like death.

Time passed, but it froze in the smell of blood. Take a step back, you can be born. Further, i.e. death. But the prisoner did not know that the wound that had been bleeding was not deep and did not bleed much. They will only sink and suffer in the silence of this life without love and death, and gradually sink and suffer all the torture.

But Shu'er was not in pain. She even felt that in this life, even if she died alone in this Song Kingdom prison, it would not be in vain to come to this vast red dust. And this time, she felt that she was favored by the gods in heaven.

In the sound of blood dripping, she smiled and recalled the happy times of the past. Counting the sound of blood dripping, it was like counting the stars with my brother on the star-picking platform in the White Jade Palace when I was a child.

Tick, tick, blink, blink.

When she was a child in the White Jade Palace, she was happy every day. More than half a year ago, when she returned to the jade capital, she raised her eyebrows again. When she saw her brother and her mother, and that they were better than she expected, she could leave with confidence.

When she lived in a foreign country, she had three aunts to take in and teach, and Lin Ying, who was often afraid that the world would not be chaotic, as a companion, and she never felt lonely. Later, she met the "top of the beauty list", Zhuge calmly. He is handsome and chic, both civil and military, with the open-mindedness of the people of the rivers and lakes, and the gentleness and elegance of the young master. Not only was she attracted to him, but she also married him. The two of them, in front of the guests of the four countries and the monarchs of the three kingdoms, drank a cup of wedding wine together.

Shu'er is not alone, because even if her blood is spilled, she is still for him, for their friendship, for their plan to restore the country, and for their sleeve in the world. Even if he died, he would remember her for the rest of his life.

She laughed secretly, such a punishment can only punish those who hide sin in their hearts. Because the more sinful, the more lonely you are. But I have no sin, only happiness.

She suddenly thought of a sentence in the ancient tomb of King Zhou: The fairyland is dry, and the flowers in the underworld are blooming. Even if I die in the darkness of not seeing the light of day, the spring is bright and bright, and I am at ease in my heart.

In the White Jade Palace, in the Yongtai Palace, Liu Jing was resting on the warm bed. In recent days, he often stayed in the Qiuchang military camp, and sometimes even the court meeting was delayed. Although the southern suburbs of Yudu are still fighting hard today, Song Guo's victory is in his hands, and he can't help but be a little tired. Maybe when you wake up, you can hear the good news from the southern suburbs. But if you don't wake up and don't listen, that's fine.

But lying on the couch, he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. He looked at the lyre in the corner, and he couldn't count how many days he hadn't played.

Forgiveness, don't blame me for not praying for you anymore, for I don't deserve to find you anymore.

Miss Yan, since you left, I am not in the mood to stroke the piano anymore, because every time I play a tune, you smile in front of me. The better you smile, the more completely my heart will wither.

Liu Jing took out a painting he was carrying in his arms and opened it to look at it. The woman in the painting, dressed as a man, is admiring the flowers in the garden of Zhao Palace. The inscription on the painting is written by him:

There is no distance in the world, and the piano is given away.

One is not two wide, and they know each other but not each other.

He remembered the ridiculous decision he made a few days ago - Miss Yan, see you on the battlefield, if you are wearing a light blue shirt, I will not kill you. But now, I haven't been to the battlefield, and you don't know if you've been killed by the sword. For the sake of Song Guo, I can't save you. But this painting I will treasure for the rest of my life.

Just when Liu Jing was looking at the painting in a daze, Qiao Yingying walked in. Gong Rentong reported: "Qiao Meiren has arrived! So Liu Jing hurriedly folded the portrait that Lin Ying drew for Shu'er, put it under the pillow, turned over and sat up.

Qiao Cheng didn't bring a maidservant, and came alone with a food box. She wore a white rabbit fur jacket, which looked particularly bright in her emerald green dress. Qiao Cheng walked to Liu Jing's warm couch and saluted: "I heard that His Royal Highness has returned to the palace, so I specially boiled some red bean porridge to warm His Highness's stomach." ”

Liu Jing got up and stayed down, glanced at Qiao Cheng expressionlessly, and said, "Qiao Meiren has a heart." So he went to the table.

Qiao Cheng opened the food box on the side of the case, took out the delicate Qi Bai jade cup inside, opened the lid again, and placed it on Liu Jing's table together with a small silver spoon.

Liu Jing looked at the steaming red bean porridge with low eyebrows, and suddenly smiled bitterly. Red beans can't cure the lovesickness of widows without beginning and end.

Before Liu Jing could decide whether to drink a bowl of red bean porridge on the day when Miss Yan was buried in the southern suburbs, a palace man hurriedly ran in and saluted Liu Jing: "Your Highness, Pyeongchang...... Pyeongchang Wang ...... Defend Dongyang, Dongyang is lost. The king of Pyeongchang ...... "but saw Qiao Ji, the daughter of King Qiao Luo of Pyeongchang, standing beside Liu Jing, so he didn't know how to speak.

Liu Jing asked knowingly, "What's wrong with King Pingchang?" ”

The palace people didn't dare to raise their heads, for fear of colliding with Qiao Meiren's eyes. He stumbled and replied, "Ping...... Changwang ...... ...... by example Died in the line of duty. ”

Liu Jing sighed. This was the last move he made to cut off the Qiao clan of the Song Kingdom. He knew that now that the Restoration Alliance had invaded the Song Kingdom, the strongest and most powerful army in the Song Kingdom was the Teng Yong Army under the command of King Pyeongchang. If the king of Pyeongchang took the opportunity to raise an army to rebel, it would be far more terrible than the destruction of the Song State by the Restoration Alliance. Because the power of King Pingchang in the Song State was deep-rooted, because he was most familiar with the defense of the Song State, because he was very dissatisfied with the power that the Qiao family had lost in recent years, and he had a lot of complaints about Liu Jing's political opinions.

Liu Jing said: "The king of Pingchang defended Dongyang and died in his duties, and he should be buried in a mausoleum with the gift of the first-class prince of the Song Kingdom." ”

Qiao Cheng turned her head to look at Liu Jing, who had always been expressionless, not sad or angry, and choked up: "Your Highness, the Pyeongchang Royal Mansion has been loyal for generations, and my father died in the line of duty, do you ...... Is that the phrase like that? ”

Liu Jing asked, "What else should the widow say?" ”

Qiao Cheng looked at Liu Jing aggrievedly, so angry that she couldn't speak. How many words have you said to me since I married you? Since I married you, have you ever greeted my father and brother? Now that my father has died in the line of duty, you ...... Don't you even feel a little bit of sadness?

Liu Jing got up, picked up the red bean porridge on the case, handed it back to Qiao Hui, and said, "It's cold in winter, this porridge is still hot, Qiao Meiren drink it." Your father was martyred, and the Song Kingdom will always remember his exploits and will always be grateful for the loyalty and kindness of the Pyeongchang royal palace for generations. ”

I am your wife, and my father died in the line of duty, and you comfort me in such a painless tone? Qiao Cheng was furious, and couldn't help but push the jade cup back to Liu Jing.

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