Cold beads of sweat rolled down Zhao Hong's forehead, and his eyes were staring at the plain white paper. His wrist trembled, and with every stroke he wrote, the expression on his face became hesitant.

"Li Muzhen appealed to you for three crimes in the blood book, I think you must know it too, so you wrote down the three crimes according to the blood book." Gong Yu still looked at Zhao Hong quietly, and she said in a low voice.

Zhao Hong grabbed the pen in his hand, he gritted his teeth and said, "I will write as you wish." It's just that you have to save my son's life. It doesn't matter if my son can't be saved, I'd rather burn it, and your goal will be difficult to achieve. ”

Is it a threat of death? Gong Yu smiled slightly, but did not answer, she sighed in her heart, no wonder about this.

- The dying will struggle for a moment.

But when he heard Hua Midie, he smiled softly: "Master, if you wish the jade to be burned, Young Master Meng De will have no chance of surviving." He will die immediately in this prison and eventually be buried in the snow. If it is written, Meng Dexing may still have a chance to live. You'll have to figure it out, and in your capacity as a prisoner here, you're only going to get the slightest chance. There is no qualification to threaten with life at all. ”

When Zhao Hong heard this, his face was furious, he seemed to want to say something, but when he touched Zhao Mengde's dark eyes, it was difficult to say even a trace of words.

The prison was silent, except for the cold winter wind that seemed to tear the brocade silk, carried a little snowflakes into it, and fell on the wall, turning into a half wisp of mist and drifting away.

After a moment, Zhao Hong stopped writing.

"Shuying, is there a mistake in this confession?" Gong Yu asked.

"Not really." Li Shuying said.

- Then, this first move is over. Gong Yu sighed, but there was no trace of emotion in her eyes, as if the snow had fallen suddenly, it gradually deposited, leaving only a coolness.

"Spare my son's life." Zhao Hong said in a deep voice.

"Since Lord Zhao is so insistent, it is not easy to dismiss him." Gong Yu said, she was silent for a moment, and said to Hua Midie: "You can leave here with Zhao Mengde first." ”

"But, Your Highness—" Hua Mi Diedai frowned slightly.

Gong Yu only smiled slightly, and said in a low voice: "You can explain to His Highness." ”

Hua Midie was stunned when she heard this, and at this moment, she seemed to see the silent and indifferent black eyes through the black veil.

Jiang Ziyu's implication was to let her kill Zhao Mengde with her own hands.

— but she never killed anyone.

Hua Midie calmed down, she suppressed the chill in her heart, and didn't think about it anymore, only brushed her sleeves and left with Zhao Mengde.

After the two of them left for a long time, Gong Yu said slowly: "Lord Zhao, there is still something I want to ask you about next." ”

Zhao Hong was silent, and there was no trace of emotion on his withered face, as if only numbness remained.

"Since Lord Zhao doesn't answer, Lord Zhao is willing to solve his doubts in the next place." Gong Yu didn't seem to care about Zhao Hong's silence, and only smiled slightly.

"What exactly are you asking?" Zhao Hong said in a hoarse voice.

"Lord Zhao is a native of the royal family, and he has not been in Beijing many times in the past seven years. I don't know if Lord Zhao has ever heard someone talk to King Su-" Speaking of this, Gong Yu looked at Zhao Hong, her dark eyes were so cold that they seemed to be an unreachable cold abyss, "The change in Xuanyumen seven years ago?" ”

Seven years ago, Xuanyuguan ambushed millions of corpses and shed thousands of miles of blood!

Taigong Heng and Gong Wang Xiao Jing.

When Zhao Hong heard this, his face changed suddenly. His bloodless face turned even paler, as if he had heard something extremely terrifying, his brown eyes were deeply embedded in his sockets, and the meridians on his neck were visible. "I don't know, I don't know." He gasped a few times, his white hair loosened down, and a deep shadow was imprinted on his neck, and he asked in a trembling voice, "You ask so, but what does the princess mean?" ”

Gong Yu only smiled slightly: "Zhao Hong, I used the excuse to support your son, you should understand what I mean." I wanted to spare your son's life, but if you don't say it at this moment, you can't blame me for repenting. Moreover, you are also a fish on the chopping block now, if you don't say it, what awaits you will be worse than death. ”

Hearing this, Zhao Hong was silent for a long time, he took a few deep breaths, and seemed to have gotten rid of his fear, "Okay, I'm just a dying person, and I don't need to be scrupulous or afraid." He laughed self-deprecatingly, and said in a dumb voice: "Since you asked me so, you should have heard that I heard someone talk to King Su about the change of Xuanyumen, and now you just want to ask me who that person is." It's just, it's a pity. I have never seen the face of the man who spoke to the king, who, like you, covered his face with a hat, and whose identity is difficult to identify. After I had finished telling King Su about the important matter, I was bowing and retreating, but by accident, I caught a glimpse of the man's wrist, and that man's wrist was—"

But it came to an abrupt end.

Inside the prison, there was only a dead silence.

Some snow fell from the wind and stuck to Zhao Hong's ochre clothes, but it had not melted for a long time, and it seemed like a snow-colored butterfly perched on a withered branch.

Li Shuying clenched the sword in his hand with a solemn expression.

Gong Yu only looked at Zhao Hong quietly, and his eyes were indifferent.

Zhao Hong turned out to be dead.