In the middle of the night, dark clouds covered the moon and darkness shrouded it.

The capital of Xiao State, the Duanwang Mansion.

In the master bedroom, under the orange candlelight, the bedding on the red bed can be clearly seen in the blood, which is shocking.

Chu Lange looked at the long sword that pierced his heart, and there was a deep silence in his eyes. The big hand holding the hilt of the sword was a man in a luxurious brocade robe, who was none other than her husband, Duan Wang Xiao Shi.

Xiao Shi said forbearantly: "Princess, rest in peace." ”

"Tell me the truth about killing me, so that I can be blind." There was no hysterical anger, and Chu Lange seemed unusually calm.

Xiao Shi said: "No matter what the truth is, it was this king who killed you with his own hands." If you want to take revenge, just wait on Huangquan Road, and wait for a hundred years after this king, there will be another grudge in front of the palace of the king of Hades. ”

"Huh!"

Chu Lange admired that he could still say such beautiful words at this time.

However, there is one sentence, Xiao Shi is right.

She died by his sword!

No matter what he killed her for, no matter what kind of deal was hidden behind it, no matter whether he had a bitter intention or not, he couldn't change this fact.

After two years of respectful husband and wife life, she didn't recognize a person until she died.

Suddenly, Chu Lange lost interest in asking.

The hustle and bustle of the world is for profit, and the hustle and bustle of the world is for profit.

He will kill her today, it is nothing more than that she is now blocking his supreme avenue.

Xiao Shi saw that she was silent, but there was a little more stubbornness in his eyes, "Lan Ge, have you ever liked me?" ”

"Sneer......"

Chu Lange sneered, blood spilling from his lips.

It is rumored that Duanwang Jiyue is beautiful, but in fact, he is just an ordinary man, he killed his wife with his own hands, and he wants to know her thoughts?

I heard that last month, someone saw him and Song Biguio, the eldest lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion, having a private meeting in the lake, which is really ironic!

Xiao Shi threatened: "Answer me, I won't kill Yu Feiyin." ”

Chu Lange's dead eyes flashed, his consciousness almost collapsed, and he thought of the blind young man in the general's mansion in a trance.

She's dead, what should he do?

The dagger clenched in his sleeve was hidden, and he slowly released it.

Chu Lange said word by word: "Never, never." ”

"If it weren't for my father's marriage, you wouldn't have married me, right?"

"Yes......" She Chu Lange lived a frank life and disdained to lie, but at this moment, she ......

But she doesn't regret it.

Xiao Shi slowly drew his long sword, and blood kept pouring out of Chu Lange's mouth.

The moment the sword was fully drawn, her breath was gone.

……

In the twenty-seventh year of Emperor Yuan, early summer.

is a general Chu Lange, the princess of Duan, and is sick.

He was only twenty-four years old and had no children.

As soon as the obituary of Duanwangfu came out, all directions shook, and a generation of legendary figures stopped in the history books.

It is rumored that Chu Lange made a will before his death, and after his death, he would not be buried in the imperial mausoleum and would not be buried with the rites of the princess. Emperor Yuan was gracious, and ordered to stop the Lingzhen General's Mansion for seven days, and all officials and women above the fifth grade in the court should go to the General's Mansion to mourn.

The next day, there were rumors in Beijing that King Duan was sad and had gray hair overnight, which made the listeners sigh, and the rumors that King Duan and the concubine of the Prime Minister had a private affair were no longer mentioned.

All kinds of rumors began to spread, and it was difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood. Duanwang's prestige among the people, with the death of Chu Lange, once rose.

In the capital, Xi'an Street.

A cramped and simple house.

On the old wooden bed, a girl dressed in coarse linen was lying quietly, with a little daylily face, pale and weak. The only big black eyes that can be seen are dyed with a gloomy dead silence that does not match his age.

"Gray hair overnight? Obviously, his wife died...... Fu Rong. The girl's mouth curled up mockingly.