"What about her? Why hasn't the palace attendant come to pass it on? ”

He Zhongshu's hand trembled, and the teapot in his hand fell directly to the ground, and the moment it was broken, it made a crisp sound, making He Zhongshu shrink back.

Seeing his strange expression, Zong Zhengyue glanced at him suspiciously, "Forget it, the widow will wait at the gate of the city in person." With that, he walked straight to the gate.

"Master!" He Zhongshu shouted, and fell to his knees with a thud, "General...... Nope. ”

Zong Zhengyue's body shook and said word by word, "He Zhongshu, do you know that deceiving the empress is a crime of killing the head." ”

He Zhongshu wiped away his tears, "The news from the palace attendant that the general died of poison at the city gate, and he was angry immediately. Master, the general can't come back, can't come back......"

"Shut up!"

Zong Zhengyue scolded angrily, his eyebrows and eyes full of anger

But he shook his head and muttered, "Impossible, impossible!" She said she would come back well! How could you leave me alone...... I'm going to the city gate, I'm going to the city gate!! ”

"Master!" He Zhongshu knelt and moved a few steps forward, pulling Zong Zhengyue's sleeve, "Master, the general is gone!" Vice General Li sent the general back to the general's mansion, and Mrs. Liu watched. ”

Zong Zhengyue broke free from He Zhongshu's pull, and stumbled towards the door, but fell to the ground, her eyes were empty and desperate, "Liu Qianwan, Liu Qianwan...... Didn't you promise me to come back in style......"

Shadow suddenly appeared in the hall and knelt on one knee, "Master." ”

He Zhongshu saw that Ying Yi was back, and said angrily, "How are you guarding the general!" ”

Ying Yi lowered his head, and he was very sorry in his heart, "Master, the general was killed by a traitor and was hit by the poisonous arrow of the Hu people, and then he used his internal force to suppress the toxin, and it took him three days and three nights to wake up. But the military doctor failed to discover in time, and the chronic poison that accumulated in the general's body, coupled with the domineering strong poison, hollowed out the general's body......"

Zong Zhengyue suddenly smiled and slapped herself hard.

"Master!" He Zhongshu exclaimed.

"It's all my fault......"

Zong Zhengyue slowly clenched her sleeves, her eyes were so dark that it was worrying, "If it weren't for the poison that someone had ordered to give her those poisons in the meal...... She is still my Liu Qianwan. ”

What if the bird hides the bow, even if the master is high......

The widow just wants her back alive......

The shadow was slightly red, and the master still regretted it after all.

"She... What did you bring? ”

"General Liu closed his eyes and said to the military doctor," Ying paused, his voice trembling a little, "The last general wishes the empress to enjoy a prosperous life for a long time." ”

"Prosperous for a long time...... Hehe...... Enjoy the ...... of longevity"

Zong Zhengyue was discouraged, and a tear slowly slipped from the corner of his eye.

Originally...... Tears are bitter.

When he finally realized what the inexplicable possessiveness was, that person was no longer there.

The first acquaintance is emotional, but it is already a person.

"Who is that traitor?"

"Qing Wangye, Zongzhengwu. She has always been the one who collaborated with the enemy and betrayed the country. ”

"There is no mercy for killing." Almost a voice spat out from between her lips, Zong Zhengyue's eyes were scarlet.

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In the dark, damp cell, the stench of rancid can be smelled everywhere.

A man came slowly, carrying a fruit basket, and a glimmer of light shone through the dungeon, and the man huddled on the ground squirmed.

"Ah Wu."

The abrupt voice made the unkempt prisoner straighten out, revealing a pair of cloudy eyes, staring at the cell door, her face crisscrossed with scars, which were drawn by the hand of the general in charge of arraignating her, and her originally clear face had long since become mottled.

Lan ...... Son, yes, are you......" made a few sounds from his throat with difficulty, but unfortunately it was hoarse and unpleasant, as if he was cutting rotten wood.