On the night of the last day before the Seven Stars Alignment, Ling Jiantong left Water Lotus City and rode back to the capital alone.

The night was cloudy, Ling Jiantong was wearing a cloak, riding alone in the empty streets, she didn't know what kind of madness she had, and she would still think about Mu Jinghong on the last day from the Seven Stars.

Anyway, he has to leave anyway, and when he finally comes to the capital to take a look at him, there should be nothing.

Ling Jiantong soon came to the wall of the Seven Kings' Mansion, she didn't want Mu Jinghong to know, so she could only prepare a night dress in advance, and the black scarf surrounded most of her face.

It's a shame to say that she has been in ancient times for so long, and she hasn't learned a trick and a half of light skills, so far, she can only make the thick rope simply into the shape of a dragon's claw rope, and then throw it upward, seeing that there is no one around, she quickly climbed up.

The Seven Kings' Mansion was silent, and Ling Jiantong walked cautiously on the eaves, for fear that if he was not careful, he would cause trouble again.

She originally wanted to go to Mu Jinghong's room to have a look, but before she could get there, her eyes inadvertently saw the wooden bridge in the courtyard, as if there was a figure sitting there.

Her eyes narrowed to see more clearly, and she flew down from the eaves, and her figure flashed into the bushes closest to the wooden bridge.

The man looked tired, his long inky hair was not combed, and was scattered on the ground, and he looked even more withered in the moonlight.

After Ling Jiantong saw the person's appearance clearly, his heart was suddenly tightly pinched, but he had only been away for a few days, and he had already fallen into such a state?

Seeing him comforting himself with wine repeatedly, Ling Jian couldn't bear it, and wanted to step forward, but he was pressed down when he saw another familiar figure appearing on the wooden bridge.

Gong Chuyue was dressed in a single dress, looked down at Mu Jinghong, and couldn't help but show a look of disdain, the smell of wine made her cover her nose: "Mu Jinghong, Ling Jiantong is gone, who do you want to do now?" ”

Mu Jinghong didn't look at her, he just blindly poured wine on himself, he hadn't shaved the beard on his face for a few days, and he was already crab shell green at the moment, showing the vicissitudes of life.

Gong Chuyue couldn't be angry, she stepped forward and waved her hand, and dropped the wine jug in Mu Jinghong's hand to the ground, only to hear a crisp sound of "bang", and the wine spilled all over the ground, soaking the corners of his clothes for a while.

"Didn't you hear me?!" Gong Chuyue suddenly raised her voice, looking at Mu Jinghong's death-threatening appearance, she even regretted it a little, it was really a shame that she could have something to do with this kind of wine bag and rice bag in this life.

Mu Jinghong's head drooped, and then he slammed on the wooden bridge, his mind was already a little unconscious, and he only shouted "wine, give me wine......"

Gong Chuyue looked at his hand still searching for the wine jug on the ground, she frowned, stepped forward and stepped on his hand, Mu Jinghong was in pain, and his chaotic thoughts were forced to clear up a lot, he wanted to pull out of the soles of her shoes, but Gong Chuyue stepped on it more and more fiercely.

Ling Jiantong clenched his fists and wanted to rush forward and push Gong Chuyue away, but the next moment Mu Jinghong had already raised his head and said, "What do you want?" ”

Gong Chuyue was silent, and the strength under her feet did not decrease in the slightest.

Mu Jinghong glared at her, waved his other hand, and then shouted, "Isn't this what I gave you enough?" The title of the Seven Princesses, the subordinate maids of the entire Seven Princes' Mansion are at your disposal, and you are the only hostess in the mansion, what are you dissatisfied with? ”

Yes, all these Mu Jinghong were given to her, but none of these Gong Chuyue were rare, all she wanted was to see Ling Jiantong's painful appearance, but now, she is gone, but Gong Chuyue also seems to be missing something in her heart, empty.

"Mu Jinghong, I want you to be responsible for me, at least you have only me in your heart."

Mu Jinghong's eyes froze, and he didn't know where the strength came from, so he got up in an instant, but he staggered Gong Chuyue.

By the time she came back to her senses, Mu Jinghong had already grabbed her neck angrily: "Are you embarrassed to say this?" If I marry you, I will be loyal to you from the bottom of my heart, so if you marry me, is there only me in my heart? ”

Gong Chuyue's eyes widened, the fierceness in Mu Jinghong's eyes at this time, she was really afraid, what if he really went crazy and strangled himself to death?

"Ling Jiantong doesn't want you anymore, what are you doing to practice yourself like this, anyway, you and I are people who can't be loved, but we don't live together for the rest of our lives." Gong Chuyue took a step back and softened her tone a lot.

Mu Jinghong stared at her for a long time, and a poppy-like smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth: "Living with you for the rest of my life is to practice myself." ”

"You!" Gong Chuyue's eyes widened.

"Gong Chuyue, in the Seven Princes' Mansion, I will serve you with good food and drink, I will keep my promise to marry you, but you had better be honest, if I see you do something that is unconscionable in the future, then don't blame me, don't look at the love of the eldest brother......"

"What are you going to do?" Gong Chuyue grabbed the conversation and forced Mu Jinghong: "Don't forget, how did Ye Zhengbai die, as long as you have him in your heart as your eldest brother, you can only accommodate me without a bottom line, this is what you owe him and I owe it." ”

Mu Jinghong clenched his teeth, he had never hated a person like this, Gong Chuyue was really the first.

Such a woman is shameless, and even the dead can be used without a bottom line.

That's it, anyway, Ling Jiantong has already left with Situ Qianchen, what else can she do in the early moon of the palace?

Mu Jinghong's eyes closed slightly, and he slowly let go of the hand that was clamping her neck: "Gong Chuyue, since you like to live in hell with me so much, then I won't stop it, you can do it yourself." ”

After that, Mu Jinghong turned around and left Gong Chuyue alone on the wooden bridge.

Ling Jiantong looked at Mu Jinghong's lonely and helpless back, and his heart felt as if he had been scraped by a knife, a man like him should have been free, and he should not have broken his wings for such a woman.

Ling Jiantong suddenly had a terrible thought in her heart, instead of letting Gong Chuyue live, Mu Jinghong would be ten thousand times more painful, then she Ling Jiantong might as well end up this scourge for Mu Jinghong before leaving.

Before, she considered Ye Zhengbai and showed mercy to Gong Chuyue's subordinates three times and twice, but this time, she couldn't bear it, if Ye Zhengbai knew about it, I am afraid that she would also understand what she did.

Ling Jiantong tightened the dagger in her arms, and followed Gong Chuyue all the way back to her room, the night was like water, all of which spilled into her room, Ling Jiantong pressed against the door, and moved the door bolt with a knife little by little.

The door opened, and Ling Jiantong slipped in quietly, the blade was sharp, and Ling Jiantong approached Gong Chuyue's bed step by step with a murderous aura.

This is not the first time she has killed someone, but for some reason, a heart is always very uneasy, the curtain hangs to the ground, the breeze blows, Ling Jiantong lifts layer after layer of light veil, and the blade in her hand is more and more clear every moment.

Mu Jinghong's happiness is more important than her life, she can't watch it, after she leaves, Mu Jinghong wants to torture each other with a woman she doesn't love for the rest of her life, she can't do it, even in the end, the person standing next to Mu Jinghong is not her, she doesn't want to be Gong Chuyue!

Ling Jiantong was already approaching the bed, and Gong Chuyue was lying there, her body shrinking into a ball for some reason, looking pitiful.

If it weren't for Ling Jiantong seeing the scene of Dangcai, maybe her heart would have softened again, but she knew that this time, she would not let go of Gong Chuyue.

The pain that Gong Chuyue added to her and Mu Jinghong will be completely relieved with a knife!

Ling Jiantong's eyebrows furrowed, and he suddenly raised the blade in his hand, stabbing Gong Chuyue's heart!

Gong Chuyue subconsciously felt that something was wrong, she suddenly opened her eyes, but found that there was no one by the bed, she had also been in the barracks, although she had not really been on the battlefield, but this feeling was very familiar to her, it was murderous, but she stood up and sat up, but there was no one around.

Could it be that you are overthinking?

Gong Chuyue lowered her eyes, and had to lie back on the bed, this time she covered it with a brocade quilt, and the night in the Seven Kings' Mansion was always much colder than in Fengguo's Mansion.

Above the eaves of Gong Chuyue's room, Situ Qianchen tightly covered Ling Jiantong's mouth, preventing her from making any movement, so as not to attract Gong Chuyue's suspicions.

He was very glad that he had stopped it in time, otherwise Ling Jiantong's knife would have ruined his entire plan.

Situ Qianchen took Ling Jiantong to a safe place, only to loosen the confinement, Ling Jiantong gasped, and was about to return the same way without saying a word, Situ Qianchen hurriedly grabbed her: "Jiantong, you calm down, Gong Chuyue is damned, but have you ever thought that if she dies, Mu Jinghong will really be involved." ”

Ling Jiantong's desperate struggle just now was completely quiet because of Situ Qianchen's words, she looked back at Situ Qianchen, the firmness in her eyes hesitated, yes, what Situ Qianchen said was right, everyone knows that Mu Jinghong and Gong Chuyue are now at a disagreement, if Gong Chuyue dies the day before the wedding, then the title of the murderer will naturally fall on Mu Jinghong's body, at that time, wouldn't Mu Jinghong be innocent again?

Situ Qianchen saw that Ling Jian Tong hesitated, so he continued to persuade: "Jian Tong, tomorrow will be the Seven Stars Alignment, I don't want anything to hurt you, Gong Chuyue is not good, Mu Jinghong is even worse." ”

"But ......"

"I know what you're worried about, don't worry, he is my second brother after all, after you leave, I will take care of Gong Chuyue properly." Situ Qianchen fed Ling Jiantong a reassuring pill in time.

Ling Jiantong knew Situ Qianchen's methods, but ......

"Can I trust you?"

Situ Qianchen smiled indifferently, held Ling Jiantong's shoulder, and said softly, "You have to believe me." ”