"Do you know why this king brought you to dig a grave for Xu Guangguang?"

Qin Buxian looked at the sky helplessly, and sighed: "Because you think that he caused all this by me." ”

I smiled softly and said, "Xu Guangguang has been by my side for four years, and Wei Tian has acquiesced. Now that he suddenly started to deal with Xu Guangguang aggressively, it was actually because you hated Xu Guangguang? ”

"You...... What are you talking about? She looked up at me in disbelief, "Do you think hate can be planted casually?" Besides, Wei Tian's hatred has long been used up, where can I find it to plant hatred for Xu Guangguang? ”

I don't know why, seeing her eager to refute, I became more and more calm and calm, so while digging a new grave, I slowly debunked her one by one: "You once said that Wei Tian's hatred is very heavy, and the hatred silk is more than three times more than that of ordinary people, so can this king think that the hatred made from his hatred silk is also stronger than that of ordinary people."

It is this strong hatred that makes the former Dongli Zhi unable to even get dignity, and there is no way to even live, but now, after drinking the deer Youyou who has drunk the hatred seed, you, Gao Shu, Li Jingtang, no one has been blamed by Wei Tian, but Xu Guangguang, who is not hated in your mouth, was beaten and starved on death row, and was tortured.

So Qin Buxian, when you found the hatred seed, you put this hatred seed on Xu Guangguang, right, it's ridiculous that you still came to tell this king that there is not much hatred left, let this king wait for three years and five years, and wait until the hatred seed spreads; It's ridiculous that this king was heartbroken because you drank the hatred seed, and blamed himself. ”

The person in front of him seemed to have turned into a stone statue and remained motionless, and it took a long time before he wiped off the mist on his face, and said with a dumb smile: "These speculations of His Royal Highness King Chong'an are really amazing to the villain." ”

My heart was surging with blood, and I was in danger of rushing away from the wound, so I pinched her jaw with some anger: "You can still laugh." If there is no evidence, how can this king identify you like this? When he took out the ink-colored porcelain vase from his arms, his fingers trembled violently, "Didn't you say that hatred can only be reluctantly hated by two people, then you tell this king, what is in this?" ”

Qin Buxian took the porcelain bottle with trepidation, opened the cork and put it on the tip of his nose to smell it, and then asked me stiffly: "Is this ...... Where did you find this bottle of hate? "That look, like five thunderbolts, "At the beginning, I only found that bottle from Lu Youyou Palace, it was a small bottle of Hetian jade, this bottle of hatred I have never seen before......"

"You haven't seen it?" I laughed out loud, and pulled a bunch of her hair to play with her fingertips, but my heart was not at all as chic and cheerful as it was on my face, "It's ridiculous, this ink-colored porcelain vase was found by this king from your mansion last night." Lord Qin, you said that you haven't seen it, could it be that someone else deliberately stole it from Lu Youyou's palace and put it on your mansion that has long been empty, deliberately framing you? ”

She didn't reply anymore, lowered her head and thought for a long time, and finally looked at me, and approached me in desperation: "Since I have discovered this bottle of hatred, and Your Highness doesn't believe what I said or did, then you might as well ask Your Highness to make another game, and I will plant this hatred seed for Gao Shu and Li Jingtang again, how about it?" ”

"No need."

"Why not?"

I lowered my head to her lips, squinted and smiled: "This king wants you to give Zhao Mengqing a kind of hatred with your own hands." ”

She was shocked, and the hatred in her hand almost spilled out: "What is the matter with Lord Guan Zhao?" He also rushed to Luochang to save you, why are you so ungrateful? ”

"Qin Buxian, you can really pretend." I patted her forehead, "Whether you and Zhao Mengqing want to save this king from danger or lead this king into danger, I can still tell." On the seventh day of the ninth month, Zhao Mengqing's birthday banquet, this king will watch you drink this hateful seed for him from the sidelines. And this bottle is his. This king wants you to taste Xu Guangguang, and he was hated and scolded by Wei Tian, he couldn't survive, he couldn't die, he fell into the abyss, and what it was like to not see the light of day. ”

Qin Buxian in front of him was already stunned, as if he didn't hear what I was saying, and I was about to repeat it again, but I found that she trembled and raised her hand to my chest: "You...... You're bleeding here again. ”

I looked down and saw blood oozing out, staining my shirt in the heart scarlet.

……

In the past, my wound would only rupture when things were overworked or too lucky, but since the time when the champion scholar returned to the house, and the time when Xixi Jing reprimanded Qin Buxian, I gradually reflected that this wound has a tendency to become more and more squeamish - as long as this king is sad and sad, it will burst, it will bleed, and it will not look at the occasion regardless of the time, which makes this king very embarrassed and headache.

How to describe this kind of humiliation and headache?

Let me make a simple analogy - you are scolding the wicked, as soon as the other party speaks, you are angry, and you are aggrieved and tears are flowing down; You confront the enemy, and as soon as the other party flashes his sword, your heart is broken and you fall to the ground, foaming at the mouth and bleeding.

The so-called humiliation, that's it.

Ben Wang had to lie in bed and doubt his life for more than a month.

Qin Buxian, the enemy of this king, brought Xiaolan to visit me every day, Xiaolan lay on my heart and lazily spit out the glue, and when he was upset, he picked up his tentacles and slapped me, and after fanning, he began to lie down and do a strike.

Qin Buxian didn't speak, he took Xiaolan away when he saw him lose his temper, and then appeared on time the next day, watching Xiaolan continue to work.

Every time she came, I turned into a living old yellow calendar, reminding her that today is the first day of August, more than ten days, and more than twenty days, more than ten days, and a few days before Zhao Mengqing's birthday banquet.

Qin Buxian didn't look at me, she didn't even raise her eyelids in the past month.

I don't seem to be able to see through her from beginning to end—if she doesn't care about this king, then she won't bring Xiaolan to take care of my wounds every day; If she cared about the king, she would not have said a word to me that she would have treated me as air, and she should not have brought me food every day when she came, and saw that I was so hungry that I had to go out to forage for food with my chest pressed to my chest.

is so awkward and resentful of each other, the day is the sixth day of the ninth month, Xiaolan's work on the plastic scar has finally been completed, Qin Buxian took Xiaolan to prepare to leave as usual, the king jumped off the bed with lightning speed, blocked in front of her, and reminded dutifully: "Tomorrow is your birthday banquet for Lord Zhao, how are you prepared?" ”

Qin Buxian paused for a long time, and spoke to me for the first time in a month: "His Royal Highness King Chong'an is afraid that he has miscalculated, I have never promised to give Lord Zhao hatred, and I will never give him hatred." ”

I touched the thin skin and laughed three times, "Hehehe, Lord Qin is really affectionate and righteous to Lord Zhao." ”

She walked around me and tried to leave, but I pulled her back.

"Lord Qin, in fact, this king used to want to know, Lord Zhao, he also asked the saint for marriage, and the two of you are also like-minded, you have thousands of opportunities to be with him, to be a pair of piano seers, to be a pair of mandarin ducks, it is better than following me to a prince who is guarded against by the saint everywhere; Later, this king understood that you didn't really look down on me when you married me, but discussed with Wei Tian and Zhao Mengqing, first please this king, and then kill him while this king is not guarded. But I'm also curious why you are so willing to give Wei Tian your life, could it be that he fell in love with Donglizhi, who was hated, and also looked at you who hated him? ”

She put Xiaolan on the table next to her, then rolled up her sleeves, rounded her arms, and slapped me firmly in the face: "If it weren't for the kindness of the past, this slap would have been replaced by a knife today, and it would have been cut off on your face." ”

After that, he fished Xiaolan and walked towards the door.

I raised my eyebrows, took out a peach blossom note, and read it aloud with emotion: "Sir, have you been okay lately?" As agreed, Dredging went to the Taohuaju on Xiushui Street, Yuzhou City, Nanguo Mansion to wait for Mr., but he did not see Mr. come for more than a month, and he was very worried about Mr. 's safety. Dijing is not a place to stay for a long time, Mr. Wang said goodbye to Lord Zhao as soon as possible, went south to meet Shutong, and returned to his hometown together at that time, and he could also live in peace. ”

Qin Buxian suddenly turned around.

"Nanguo Mansion, Yuzhou City, Silk Street, Peach Blossom House. That's a very detailed address. I laughed.

Her eyes were red, and her finger knuckles holding the celadon cup appeared, and she said angrily, "When did you receive this letter?" And how did you get this letter? ”

"I'll tell you the truth, this king has many means. I don't know if Lord Qin still remembers how I made you agree to help me in your mansion at the beginning? If Lord Qin doesn't remember, then it's better to repeat it again. The beautiful housekeeper in your house seems to be not small, and it just so happens that there are many soldiers in the king's army who are not married, so you might as well ......"

She stepped forward, her nails pulling up the flesh from my neck and sliding all the way to the placket, the placket of her clothes clenched, her teeth biting her lower lip to bleed, and scolded me: "You, this, bastard, account." ”