"Lord Wang, this woman can't be kept, and the root of the curse will be buried after all." Song Shu is a strategist invited from the palace, highly respected, he is sixty-eight years old this year, as long as it is his proverbs, Beiyu Jinchen will listen to a few points no matter what, so this time, the elegant strategists in the palace have put this important task on Song Shu.

On the other side, he was just quietly depicting something on the scroll, and his eyelashes never fluttered. Slender and powerful fingers grip the barrel of the pen, and the ink leaves traces on the white jade-like paper.

Song Shu thought he hadn't heard, so he repeated it again.

This time, Beiyu Jinchen finally put down the pen.

Song Shu was overjoyed, thinking that he had listened. However, he simply took another pen and dipped it in aqua blue paint and began to color the scroll.

"The minister doesn't know what the prince has experienced on the mountain, but the prince has never been an indecisive person, what is this demon girl's ability to confuse the prince." Song Shu said indignantly, a wisp of gray-white beard on the side of his mouth was blown up by the air on the side of his mouth, and he was on the side, neither up nor down.

The time for touching about half a pillar of incense passed, and Beiyu Jinchen still didn't say a word.

Song Shu pulled a face sadly, and knelt on the ground with a plop, because he used too much force, he almost flashed his old waist, but he had to endure it.

"Lord Wang!"

This time, Beiyu Jinchen raised his eyes leisurely, his eyes as clear as a deep pool did not carry any emotion, and even the alienation and indifference that he was best at pretending to be had disappeared.

"If Lord Song is old, go home to retire." He put the pen on the pen stand, and the tip of the wolf pen slowly gathered a drop of light blue water, which fell into the inkstone, and the blue melted into black, blending into a hibiscus.

Song Shu was almost so angry when he heard this sentence that a mouthful of old blood gushed out, he never expected that the prince would give him such a sentence.

"The prince must not ignore the long-term plan for the sake of his children's personal affairs, even if the ministers die here, the prince must not be allowed to go astray!" He slammed his head on the ground, thumping.

Beiyu Jinchen glanced at him, his thin lips hooked slightly, and the cool breath diffused from his body to the entire room little by little.

It turned out that his advisers were worried about this, they didn't know him, and he didn't need such a thing. Even during those days on the mountain, he was acting in a scene, and he played enough that he couldn't tell whether he was in or outside the play. It's just that what he didn't expect was that Liu Sujin, who he had always thought was cold and arrogant and smart, was the same as ordinary women, and like any woman around him, he fell into it headlong and couldn't come out blinded.

The strategists wanted her to die, and he actually agreed with it, because she was no longer of any use to him, but he hesitated, indeed hesitated.

Maybe it was when she was desperate to save him, maybe it was the first time she innocently revealed her daughter's heart, maybe it was when she shed tears when she was separated in front of the palace gate, he hesitated, so he repeatedly persuaded her to leave the palace. Because even if he let her die, he didn't want to do it himself, out of sight, out of mind.

This is not his character, nor is it what he should do, since Luo Yu's death, for him in the world, there is no one to kill or not to kill, only early or late killing.

Now, Luo Yu is back, but he finds himself even more confused, all his despair turns into surprise, and then turns into a wry smile and passes away at the corner of his lips.

He misses this person day and night, who is indebted to the world, but he doesn't know how to face it, and he is a little afraid even when he meets, and no one knows where this fear comes from.

Beiyu Jinchen rolled up the picture scroll on the table, the ink-colored hibiscus bloomed all over the rice paper, and the petals were layered on top of each other, which was the magnificent and cold atmosphere that the hibiscus should not have. Hibiscus should be pure and sacred, or a shy appearance that wants to open and half-hide, but in this painting, the hibiscus flower has become a lonely and white plum blossom.

What came to mind was her resolute look and seemingly plain but sly smile. It was her, not Luo Yu. He didn't know whether he was painting people or scenes.

"What if you don't kill it?" He asked rhetorically, and Ling Ling's timbre came out of his throat, mixed with cold air, which made Song Shu have to sneeze.

"The minister is willing to learn from death!" Song Shu sighed sadly, just like a loyal minister to a faint king.

He suddenly remembered that when Xia Xiying asked him for help, he actually forgot his identity and reason, kicked open the door of the prison vault, and saw her dying.

She should have risen step by step in the palace, but because of him, he fell into the trap again and again, and he also owed her.

She said, "Wait for me, wait for me to die, and ...... Just cremate. Scatter the ashes to the Huai River. Don't, don't let the people in the cabinet take me away. ”

He wrote down every word, even if he thought about it now, his heart suddenly tingled.

He didn't dare to admit it, and he couldn't admit some inexplicable emotions, and if he did, it would be doomed.

Song Shu waited for his answer, and after a long time, he said: "This king, there is a way to force her to leave the palace, you guys, let her live." This is also what the king owes her. ”

"Lord Wang! The demon girl must not stay, today is the concubine, he is the queen tomorrow, and finally follow the example of the Tang Wu clan and replace the throne, it will be too late to regret it! ”

"If there is a day, this king will kill him personally." He paused and said, "Before that, if you act rashly, this king will also kill him himself." ”

With that, he pushed the door and left, leaving Song Shu to sit on the ground alone, muttering speechless.

What if one day, you set up your own game and put yourself in it?

Beiyu Jinchen thought that at least, he would never repeat the mistakes of the past.

Liu Sujin, from now on, you and I passers-by, I hope that in this life, we will never see each other again.