The world should only be loved by me, and only the king in the world knows

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On a July night, the night breeze is intoxicating and warm and soft.

Chunluo came in with amaranth soup, the fine Dingzhou white porcelain cup was delicate and smooth, only the color of the amaranth was particularly distinct, red like blood, Jian Wei leaned on the soft couch, like the candle flame, fragile and distant.

Although it was the height of summer, the temple was extremely cool. In front of the main hall, hundreds of white jade pillars stood together.

The breeze blows the white veil between the pillars of the hall, and the fragrance of lotus flowers wafts from the center of the lake when the lights are on.

Chunluo put the soup on the sandalwood table next to the couch and whispered, "Sister, drink some soup." ”

When she got closer, she saw that Janeway's face was pale, her expression was extremely tired, there was no trace of blood, and the sideburns on her forehead were already wet with cold sweat.

Her heart tightened, and she reached out to shake Janeway's hand, only to find that her hand was completely cold. She was anxious, and she was about to say something.

There was a sudden commotion outside the hall, and Chunluo looked back in horror, and his heart involuntarily lifted. The Roman white veil was brushed away in turn, and a group of palace maids and eunuchs walked in with a man in their arms.

The man was dressed in bright yellow clothes, only a gorgeous beard and spitting belt was tied around his waist, he looked arrogant, although he was extremely handsome and heroic, but it gave people a sense of awe.

When Chunluo saw him, he hurriedly knelt down. She had been praying in her heart that she would not be Wanyan Liang, he would come, but only he would come.

As early as outside the palace, she had heard enough rumors about him, and she had always been in awe and fear of the Son of Heaven of the Jin Kingdom. Right now, with Janeway like this, she couldn't imagine what he would do, and she couldn't help but look at Janeway.

Janeway was still leaning on the soft couch, looking dazed, looking through the lamplight, giving people a dreamy illusion.

Wan Yan Liang tilted his head slightly, retreated left and right, Chunluo's legs were weak, he knelt on the ground and trembled, and only tried his best to beg him with a pleading look: "Your Majesty, Concubine Chen...... Ask the emperor to spare Concubine Chen. ”

He kicked it away and walked straight to Janeway, with a playful smile on his face, looking at the weak figure under the candle: "I did all this as you wanted. Satisfied? ”

She turned a deaf ear, and only turned her head slightly to look at the white porcelain cup, the soup had cooled down, and the color was getting thicker and thicker.

Wan Yanliang's eyes sank, and he stepped forward in two steps and grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer to herself, her body was as light as a fallen leaf, and it seemed that if she used a slight force, she would be broken.

He couldn't help but lighten his strength, but his voice was still cold: "If you want to marry him, I will punish his wife and remove obstacles for you." Are you satisfied with such thoroughness? ”

She finally looked at him, her eyes were piercing coldness and hatred, and her tightly pursed lips slowly spit out two words: "Beast." ”

When he heard this, his face was cold, he laughed angrily, and as soon as he raised his hand, she fell heavily on the soft couch.

His laughter was loud and piercing, majestic and proud, with only faint anger and horror.

Chunluo crawled over from the corner of the table, kept kowtowing, and her dull voice echoed in the hall, she begged bitterly: "Your Majesty, Concubine Chen, she has been ill for a long time and her body is weak, please have mercy from the emperor." ”

Wan Yan Lianghuo pulled out his waist knife and rested it firmly on Chunluo's neck, the knife was extremely sharp and bright, and with a little force, there were blood marks.

Chunluo was terrified to the extreme, his body instantly stiffened, and he didn't dare to move a bit.

The person on the soft couch stood up coldly: "Let go of her." ”

Wan Yanliang looked at the beautiful and weak face, his heart was surging with anger and unwillingness, and he finally asked: "You love nobles, is there anything more noble in the world than me?" Do you love literary talents, do you have all-round talents like me? Do you love the archeryman, who is more proficient than me? Why? ”

She sneered.

There was a chill on his body: "I have sent you the title of the most noble concubine, and I have given you the most gorgeous curiosities, and the best clothing." You're not satisfied, what exactly do you want? ”

He has been brilliant and brilliant since he was a child, and he has been favored by his father and fathers all the way, until he kills the king and stands on his own. For Jian Wei, he always thought that she must love herself, but now when she heard such news, the truth turned out to be so cruel, it turned out that she had always been, always, in love with another person.

At that moment, he hated her so much, and his pride was trampled on by her so wantonly.

His eyes gradually turned blood-red, and he had never been so fatally struck in despair.

The night dew became heavier, and the hall was extremely quiet, and only the chirping of insects outside the veils could be heard. He stepped forward with his knife, his eyes intertwined with coldness and resentment, and his voice was angry and desperate: "What do you want? ”

Chunluo's face turned white in an instant, she rushed forward desperately, hugged Wan Yanliang's feet, the hem of his robe was soft and smooth, and the golden dragon auspicious clouds were carefully embroidered with fine gold threads, and the delicacy between the touches was inviolable majesty. Chunluo half-lifted her young and warm face, trembling all over, and she pleaded with the owner of this land in a trembling voice: "Please ......"

Wanyan Liang was furious, and he scolded: "Let go!" Chunluo shook his head, already in tears. With murderous intent in his eyes, he raised his knife and turned around, and said coldly: "Look for death!" ”

Jian Wei was shocked and screamed suddenly: "No...... Want!! ”

It was too late, and the stab went straight through, and the blood-red color spread, like a rose on the May shelf, blooming with glamour and despair.

Wan Yanliang turned his head to look at her, and raised Changfeng, his eyes were hideous, and his expression was clearly the madness of Xizong when he was drunk and killed, they were the same people.

She had a piercing despair in her heart, to him, to herself, she stretched out her hand, almost exhausted her strength and hatred, and threw the amaranth soup over, he did not dodge, only let the white porcelain cup fly, snapped, the porcelain cup shattered to the ground, the thick bright red on his bright yellow dragon robe was shocking, and slowly flowed down the flat embroidery.

He watched as she sat limply on the soft couch, panting weakly and rapidly.

She slowed down for a moment, and finally gained strength, barely supporting herself to stay and see Nachunluo. I saw Chunluo lying motionless on the green bricks, and that knife must have pierced the heart, so there would be so much blood.

The blood was palpable, her heart was full of sorrow, and her feet immediately floated, and she was about to fall, and as soon as her long arms were stretched, she fell heavily into his arms, and the blood and coldness probed into the tip of her nose wantonly.

He hugged her, her body was so weak, her breath was so weak, and he finally felt a dense pain in his heart.

The wind outside the hall became stronger and stronger, and only the neighing of the veils could be heard, flying all over the sky, the candles flickering and extinguishing, and the sharp long knife falling down on the main hall, making a crisp sound, and his hand carefully caressed her back, and he gradually quieted down, and gathered all his pride and rage, and asked her in a low voice, so uncertain, like a child who was overwhelmed: "Tell me, what do you really want?" ”

A white smile appeared on Janeway's face, and tears slowly slid down her face and dripped onto the gorgeous dragon robe.

She replied word by word: "I, want, you, go, die." ”