Lord Qiu cried and prevented anyone from touching Zhou Rong, but Zhou Rong left Lord Qiu as if he was hiding from a nightmare. The county lord looked at Zhou Rong's empty and unfamiliar eyes, and was stunned for a long time, unbelievable and desperate to protect Zhou Rong, saying all the good things to intercede for Zhou Rong.

"Your Majesty! You've had the taste of losing someone you love, haven't you? Over the years, the emperor may have never forgotten Empress Jiang's voice, and the emperor should understand the pain of the surviving people! Lord Qiu knelt down in front of the emperor, and the whole person was already crying, begging bitterly, "No matter what Zhou Rong has done, he is my husband, your brother-in-law, your emperor!" ”

At the moment when he heard Empress Jiang's name, the emperor suddenly raised his head and stared at Lord Qiu: "Pan'er, be cautious." No one shall compare anything with my deceased wife. Come on, send the county lord back to the house, there has been nothing in the palace recently, so you don't want to enter the palace. ”

Before being taken out of the palace by the guards, Lord Qiu had been crying hoarsely and begging the emperor to be gracious, but at this moment, when Zhou Rong saw Lord Qiu go away, he laughed like a child who had done bad things and was not discovered, and this smile was poured on the heart of this woman who had guarded him all his life like a basin of cold water.

At this time, before the crazy Zhou Rong was taken away, a weak but resolute voice sounded faintly: "Your Majesty, Zhou Rong still owes something to the next." ”

Everyone turned their eyes to Hua Thirteen, who had just vomited blood and was endangered, and at this moment he staggered to his feet and walked towards Zhou Rong, who was smiling madly.

The emperor was puzzled and frowned: "What does he owe you?" ”

Hua Thirteen's gaze gradually lowered, cold as a biting cold wind: "Today he lost to me, according to the agreement, I will take his hands." ”

The emperor glanced at them lightly, slowly got up and took a deep breath, then turned around and walked to the back of the hall, and confessed before leaving: "The Qingping banquet is over, and your personal grievances with him are up to you." ”

Queen Qiu helplessly glanced at Zhou Rong, who had lost her mind, and had to follow the emperor away, and the palace people served their masters and walked away, leaving only three, three, two or two figures.

"Changling." Painting Thirteen didn't expect that the first thing he handed over to Chang Ling after he returned from his southward journey would be so bloody and cold, and Painting Thirteen lightly ordered, "Help me keep his hands." ”

Zhou Rong's agitated gaze began to condense into a gloom, he struggled to retreat again and again, and suddenly threw himself in front of the person sitting solemnly next to the hall, holding the corner of the person's clothes and begging desperately: "Lord Ying!" Help, save me! I can't lose my hand! Absolutely not! I'm a painter! ”

When everyone saw that Zhou Rong was still speaking in an orderly manner, they couldn't help but wonder if he was crazy or not, but there was a mocking smile on the lips of the thirteenth painting.

Ying Chengzhao abruptly withdrew the corner of his clothes from Zhou Rong's hand, as if he was afraid of being touched by him, glanced at the people around him, and said indifferently: "I think you are really crazy!" The emperor has spoken, don't rush to the doctor! ”

As he spoke, Ying Chengzhao stood up and strode away, but before he left, he inadvertently patted Zhou Rong's shoulder. Zhou Rong's afterglow flickered with the sword light in Chang Ling's hand, his uncontrollable tremor had already spread from the soles of his feet to his scalp, his eyes were bigger than the mouth of the bowl, and he shook his head suddenly:

"No, no, you can't take my hand, it's more important than my life! I'm a painter and I can't afford to lose those hands! ”

"Painter?" Hua Thirteen couldn't help but sneer, and slowly walked in front of Zhou Rong, staring at his eyes with cold eyes, "How could a true painter who respects painting and cherishes painting poison his painting tools several times?" How can you use your own original painting method to kill people with poison? How can you spoil the art gallery and art world into a vanity fair that you climb up? So far, are you embarrassed to say that you are a painter? ”

"I ......" Zhou Rong's gaze gradually dimmed and dull, and his whole person was almost extinguished like a broken candle.

Jingmo quietly walked up to Hua Thirteen, patted him gently, and asked in a low voice, "Have you already decided?" Does it have to be that way? ”

Painting Thirteen suddenly turned his head to stare at the bottom of Jingmo's eyes, Jingmo lowered his eyebrows, lowered his eyes and said nothing. Hua Thirteen turned around and walked out of the hall, and whispered faintly: "Changling, remember to wipe the blood off the sword afterwards." It's so dirty. ”

When the thirteenth painting stepped out of the splendid and magnificent hall, it was already the twilight of the setting sun. The crimson light and shadow were twisted one by one on the canopy, and finally painted the entire dusk, reflecting the glazed tiles on the roof of the palace, and the occasional light of snow that had not yet melted.

A cold wind blew suddenly, and a miserable, hoarse scream—an "ah" slammed into the cochlea of Painting Thirteen, and then, he heard the cold wind blow a faint thin cloud, blowing farther and farther, he silently lowered his eyes, tightened his collar, and walked away, his eyebrows did not tremble from beginning to end.

On the door frame in the main hall, two women leaned on the ground in a staggered manner, one with an expressionless face but complicated eyes, secretly turning over the river and the sea, the person she saw, is it still him?

And Jingmo lowered her eyes lightly, she couldn't say that she was depressed, let alone relaxed, but she was suddenly wrapped tightly by the great loneliness, and she felt that everything was empty and unsettled. What made her heart sink the most was that she knew that the feeling of emptiness in his heart at this time would only increase unabated compared to hers.

Yin Chenglian frowned tightly and looked at the pool of blood on the ground, Zhou Rong's severed hand Yin Hongxin blood pressure drew thirteen spit out the blackened poisonous blood, his heart was pressed on a jack, and it was like a cage of thousands of miles, and the two bloody severed hands in the pool of blood were still twitching slightly.

"You go back home with Xiaobai first. I went to inform my father about my trip to the south. Yin Chenglian watched Zhou Rong, who had turned pale after being cut off by Changling, being taken away by the guards, he took a deep breath, relieved himself, and returned to his normal mood. He made a special detour to Guan Tianyu, who was standing silently by the door, and said obediently, "Finally back, you have a good rest, I'll look for you when I go back, our business in Jiangnan is not over yet." ”

Guan Tianyu looked at Yin Chenglian's smiling eyes in confusion: "What's the matter?" ”

After Yin Chenglian strode away, he suddenly looked back, and winked at Guan Tianyu with a bright smile: "What else can you and I do?" Of course, it's a matter for men and women. ”

"You..." Guan Tianyu's always wooden face flushed with two faint and faint reds, and he turned around and ignored Yin Chenglian's distant figure.

Jingmo looked at Yin Chenglian's very attentive appearance, and glanced at Guan Tianyu, who was cold and wooden, and lowered his eyebrows and smiled. Guan Tianyu seemed to notice Jingmo's smile, raised his head, and the two women looked at each other for a moment, their eyes gradually turning from complex to soft.

Jingmo opened his mouth first: "This trip must have been hard for Lord Guan, pressing the acupuncture points on the back of the neck before going to bed can soothe a lot." ”

Guan Tianyu said "um" lightly, Jing Mo nodded slightly, and was about to turn around and follow Changling, General Zhang and others back to the Prince's Mansion.

"Wait a minute." Guan Tianyu suddenly stopped Jingmo, "Can you go back later." ”

Jingmo looked at Guan Tianyu, who was unusual, suspiciously, and asked puzzledly, "Go back later?" Does Mr. Guan have something to do with me? ”

Guan Tianyu nodded, glanced at General Zhang and Chang Ling, who were still waiting for Jingmo, and the back of the painting thirteen who was gradually fading away outside the hall, she said hesitantly: "I... I would like to ask you to help me see what acupuncture points on the back of the neck you said should be pressed to relieve fatigue. ”

Although Jingmo didn't know what Guan Tianyu was looking for her, she immediately realized that she must have something to say to herself, and according to Guan Tianyu's cold and wooden character, she would not take the initiative to talk to trivial things. Jingmo smiled: "Okay." Jingmo is happy to do it. Chang Ling, General Zhang, you go back first, I'll be back later. ”

Chang Ling didn't know what was going on, nodded and walked away, General Zhang's eyes widened and he looked at the two women who seemed to be calm and peaceful, and couldn't help but gasp, and said with a dry smile: "Two, are you really okay?" Otherwise, what do we have to say to the prince's mansion? It's just time for the big guys to get together! ”

Jingmo couldn't help but smile: "It's the right thing for General Zhang to hurry back to the mansion to hide wine, after His Royal Highness returns from this trip, big and small things must be indispensable to ask for your wine and food." ”

Zhang Yueheng scratched his head, pursed his lips, and went back coyly. Guan Tianyu was about to take Jingmo to her residence, but when she saw King Xuan coming over, she asked a few words with concern about Guan Tianyu's situation in the south, and after a short greeting, she turned the conversation to Jingmo.

"Fang was painting Gongzi, oh no, when Bai Gongzi fainted with poison, this king saw the girl cut her hands and bleed, and sent it to the patient's mouth, Bai Gongzi quickly improved a lot, it really opened the eyes of this king, and he is worthy of being the descendant of Xinglin Valley." King Xuan was amazed.

Jing Momo's eyes were gloomy, and he still replied with a gentle smile: "It can be regarded as a mistake." I happened to be born with cold blood, and I have been cold for many years, and I don't know what it is. ”

Guan Tianyu's expression secretly changed when he listened to Jing Mo's words, and his brows gradually locked. King Xuan's hands couldn't help but rub a few times through his gloves, and his eyes were full of surprise: "Cold blood? What is this? Today it seems like a panacea. ”

Jing Mo shook his head helplessly, and said with a dry smile: "Although it is recorded in the medical book, it is only an exaggeration. At most, it acts as a medicine primer, and if I knew how to make a panacea, the people around me wouldn't be hurt again and again......"

"I see. It seems that the girl is really a natural pharmacist, and even she is about to become a medicinal herb. King Xuan laughed loudly.

"The prince is joking." Jingmo restrained his emotions and was gentle and polite, "The prince seems to be quite interested in cold blood?" ”

"No, no. This king can't hold his mind down, and he always can't help but inquire a few words when he sees strange people and strange things, and he can go back and say that he will drink and eat with his wife. King Xuan's words were hearty and friendly, and he said cordially to Guan Tianyu, "Come to the house in two days to have a good meal, your godmother will cook it herself, and the best bamboo shoots will be prepared for you." ”

Guan Tianyu rarely showed a gentle smile: "Yes." ”

"You might as well bring the pharmacist girl, my wife is also quite interested in medicinal herbs on weekdays, you can probably have a good conversation." King Xuan warmly invited Jingmo.