"Zhao Hong was killed by the Soul Devourer." Gong Yu looked at Zhao Hong silently, and at this moment, his dilated eyes were reflecting her figure.

Soul Eater is an extremely terrible poison, colorless, odorless, and once poisoned, there is little cure. Because it is extremely poisonous and the poison is rapid, most of the poisoned people will die on the spot.

- After all, I missed a step. Gong Yu sighed.

"This poison is extremely fast, and the person who poisoned it will not be poisoned for more than half an hour. And when you were poisoned, you and I, and even Zhao Hong himself didn't find out. In this way, there is only one person. Gong Yu looked down and saw that Zhao Hong's thin hands were already cyanotic, and there was an extremely shallow scratch on the tip of his right finger.

"Your Highness, what you mean by what you say, this poisoned person is-" Li Shuying looked at the scratch on Zhao Hong's fingertips, and his heart was shocked, he suddenly remembered that Zhao Mengde had clenched Zhao Hong's hand just now. "Could it be Zhao Mengde?"

Gong Yu bowed slightly, and her eyes were indifferent.

- It's really ironic, but the person Zhao Hong wanted to save killed him with his own hands.

The son poisoned his father, which was a great rebellion. What's more, Zhao Mengde is Zhao Hong's only son, Zhao Hong is very fond of him, he is a talent, and he does not hesitate to protect his life. Poisoning Zhao Hong is not good for Zhao Mengde.

Moreover, Zhao Hong is already a dying person, even if he loses the things given by the emperor, he will be condemned to death. Poisoning at this moment, if it is just to kill Zhao Hong, it is nothing more than a superfluous move.

Gong Yu lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment, if Zhao Mengde was really as rumored, and had no blood relationship with Zhao Hong, it would be another matter.

It should be someone who doesn't want Zhao Hong to say what he sees. instructed Zhao Mengde to kill Zhao Hong first.

The person behind it had already expected that she would come to prison here today and threaten Zhao Hong with Zhao Mengde. also guessed that she would ask Zhao Hongxuan about the royal gate. took advantage of the situation, borrowed Zhao Mengde's hand, and killed Zhao Hong.

- This person is very likely to be the person wearing the mask in Zhao Hong's mouth.

Thinking of this, Gong Yu smiled slightly, she could calculate it so accurately, and even hid it from her. The person behind this is indeed interesting.

"Your Highness, Zhao Mengde has such a bone-eroding and ruthless poison, isn't Hua Mi Butterfly worried about his life at this time?" Li Shuying said in a low voice, "Do you want your subordinates to go?" ”

"I'll go with you." Gong Yu said in a low voice, but she sighed slightly in her heart, Zhao Mengde had no internal breath, but Hua Mi Butterfly was still proficient in martial arts. If Hua Midie listened to her order and simply killed Zhao Mengde, it would be fine. If you hesitate, even if it is just for a moment, you will fall for Zhao Mengde's plan.

It's just that, from this point of view, most of the butterflies belong to the latter.

The snow is falling. The cold snow fell between the wide sleeves of the brocade robe, and slowly descended along the intricate gold-inlaid embroidery patterns, turning into water and gradually dissipating.

The weak-crowned young man was wiping the blood from the dagger. There was a coldness in his eyes that was completely different from the past, and there was indifference between his delicate and feminine eyebrows.

"If you killed her, why did you ruin her face?" I only heard the young man in black say, he carried an unsheathed sword on his back, and his face was indifferent.

"Her face is too similar to Lang Huan. Even when Li Muzhen saw her, she was still surprised and sad, not to mention, in the past seven years, I have seen her every day, and I have long wanted to ruin her face. Zhao Mengde said in a low voice, his Danfeng eyes were extremely deep disgust, "With her meticulous identity, she doesn't deserve this face at all." ”

The young man in black seemed to smile, but there was a little sarcasm in his words, "It's a pity, Hua Midie still has some friendship for you, and I can't bear to kill you, but I never expected that you even calculated this friendship in it, but used it to kill her." It's as if you also used your friendship to kill Zhao Hong. ”

"Chu Li, the human life on my hands is just a drop in the bucket for you, and you should be used to such things. What's more, Zhao Hong is just because I am his only son, and he is worried that there is no successor to the Zhao family, so he saves his life. Zhao Mengde lowered his eyes, he wiped the dagger for a long time, but he never wiped the blood stain on the blade, and then half laughed at himself: "If Zhao Hong knew that I was not his own child, I am afraid that I would have been expelled from the door long ago." ”

Chu Li was silent for a moment, and then said slowly: "Let's go see that adult earlier, if it is delayed for a long time, when Jiang Ziyu arrives, it will be a little difficult for you and me to get out." He seemed to think of something, and his expression grew cold.

Zhao Mengde shook his head and threw the dagger into the snow.

After a while, the backs of the two gradually dispersed in the wind and snow.

The wind and snow suddenly prevailed. The large area of red in the snow also disappeared a little with the falling snow, and the snow and a little bit of blood reflected each other, as if it was blooming in plain white red plums.

Under the snow, the wide sleeves embroidered with begonia patterns lined with a pair of white hands, no one saw it, the fingers trembled slightly, and the dagger was tightly grasped.

Gong Yu raised her hand and gently brushed off the snow stained on the hat, and there was still silence in her eyes.

There was no one in the snow, only a faint hint of blood-stained snow.

"Your Highness, this blood is poisonous, and it is undoubtedly a soul eater." Li Shuying stared at the blood-colored beard for a moment, and only said in a low voice. "I'm afraid that the flowers and butterflies are more auspicious."

Gong Yu seemed to be thinking about something, but did not answer.

"Your Highness, my subordinates have something to understand." But Li Shuying said loudly.

"Tell me about it." Gong Yu said.

"Your Highness, why don't you order your subordinates to kill Zhao Mengde, but let Hua Mi Butterfly go? If he ordered his subordinates to go down, his subordinates would definitely kill Zhao Mengde. Now, Zhao Mengde has fled, leaving some hidden dangers for His Highness. Li Shuying said, his black clothes looked particularly abrupt in the snow, but it also lined his lonely shadow, like the sharpest sword.

When Gong Yu heard this, he only smiled slightly, and said softly, "After all, what I talked about with Zhao Hong at the end is not for Hua Midie to know. ”

Li Shuying was slightly stunned, he already had a guess in his heart.

"She's not mine, she's the third brother's person." Gong Yu said.

Therefore, she must support Zhao Mengde and Hua Mi Butterfly.

"Then why did His Highness choose to place her as an eyeliner in the Zhao Mansion seven years ago, and His Highness didn't worry about her movements?" Li Shuying said.

"Shuying, within the scheme, there is no absolute." Gong Yu sighed, she seemed to remember something, and said in a low voice: "Although Hua Mi Butterfly is not my person, she is in the Zhao Mansion, but she will be used by me after all." After all, the third brother and I share a common purpose, and Zhao Hong happens to be the beginning of this common purpose. ”

What's more, the third brother probably also plans to use Hua Mi Butterfly as an eyeliner to monitor her, in order to avoid her from finding out, Hua Mi Die is also destined to obey her orders first, and only by ensuring a foolproof opportunity, Hua Mi Die will take action. Until then, she can make the most of herself, and she doesn't have to worry about anything else.

The snow continued to fall, but after a while, the snow was empty.

Shengjing One Mansion.

The Uwa seemed to be magata, with a little white snow. Even the stone carving of the owl tail on the corner of the house is also stained with a little snow, and a little black ink color can be faintly seen, lined with fish scales with deep carvings on the tail layers.

"I killed Zhao Hong as you wished, and what you promised me should be fulfilled at this moment." Zhao Mengde said in a deep voice.

However, no one answered, and only silence remained.

Chu Li stood with his sword in his hands, looking at Zhao Mengde, but there was an imperceptible sneer in his eyes.

"Answer me, where is Wang Langhuan?" Zhao Hong's face changed slightly, and he said coldly.

"Presumptuous." Chu Li frowned.

"Chu Li, it's okay." But I heard a clear voice coming from behind the curtain, and the owner of the voice seemed to smile slightly, and said, "Wang Langhuan, haven't you already seen it?" ”

Zhao Mengde was stunned when he heard this, "What did you say?" ”

"It's a pity, but you didn't recognize her." The voice paused, and said meaningfully, "She was the only survivor of the bandit rebellion seven years ago. ”

Zhao Mengde suddenly thought of something, and he couldn't help but lose his voice: "You mean-"

"Wang Langhuan is Li Muzhen in Jingzhao Yin's Mansion." The man behind the curtain smiled and sighed.

"No way, it's absolutely impossible!" Zhao Mengde said in a trembling voice, but the more he thought about it, the more he was shocked to find that this was probably the truth.

Lee's identity is doubtful, and no one can prove it.

Li covered his face with a light veil, and even if he took off the light veil, the terrible scars on his face would undoubtedly make people look away. He didn't even look at Lee.

Li did not hesitate to take the risk of flogging, and he also wanted to overturn the case of seven years ago.

Li sued Zhao Hong for raping Wang Langhuan, but did not sue him.

The real Li family was killed by Zhao Hong himself, and there is no possibility of returning.

However, Wang Langhuan's body was not found.

Zhao Mengde bowed his head in disbelief, he actually knelt on the ground as if he had lost his soul.

"Chu Li, take him out, it's up to you to decide how he dies." The man behind the curtain said softly.

But I saw that the door of the house opened without wind, and some snowflakes fell in. A chill ensued to the bone.

In a trance, Zhao Mengde saw the curtain open a corner.

It was a flawless hand with distinct bones and knots, and even with this hand, the dignity and pride of its owner could be observed. However, there were two extremely deep scars on the wrist, and the scars were horrible, like two sinuous lines, zigzag upward, and matched with the hand, ruining the perfection of life.

There are a few bamboo leaves embroidered between the wide sleeves.

"Subordinates listen to orders." Chu Li leaned over and said.

Zhao Mengde didn't come back to his senses, so he didn't see that the hand of the black-clothed young man holding the sword had six fingers!