Chapter 579 - Breaking the Cauldron Chapter 580 - Confirmed

When King Fu saw Hongluan's appearance, the pain in his heart came one after another, and he really wanted to say to Hongluan that he would never use her again: but the dragon chair on the Jinjian Hall clamped his mouth tightly like a clamp, so that he couldn't say a word: he really didn't want Hongluan's life, but let him give up and stop using Hongluan to plot against the emperor, so what should he do in the second step?

Now many things are ready to be sent, and now he has to take care of not only himself, he has no way out; Looking at Hongluan's eyes, he closed his eyes slightly, and even the "I'm sorry" that had been hovering in his heart for a long time couldn't be said: Is it useful to say sorry? After all, he has to do it or he has to do it.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Hongluan's annoyance almost turned into hatred: "The prince's mind slave and maid shouldn't be asked, but even if the slave and maid don't ask, even if they are stupid, they can still guess one or two points, how can they let the prince open his mouth and get the cause and effect?" She sneered a few times when she said this, and straightened her dress: "Lord, since this is the case, the slave maid receives the king's order." She gritted her silver teeth and lifted her skirt with both hands

She has no way out, there really is no way out.

Marrying King Kang is just a concubine, living in the inner house of the palace, and isolating from the world from then on, not to mention the affairs of the court, even the affairs of King Kang's mansion, does she have the right to speak? Don't say it's revenge, how much effort does she have to spend to save her life in King Kang's mansion - King Kang has no mercy on her, but she was given by the emperor and the empress dowager, and even the genuine princess will not look at her pleasing to the eye.

can't take revenge, she lives in the palace and intrigues with people all the time, she really might as well die now and settle clean; There is no hope: King Fu will not let her go, Yuanhua will not let go, and the emperor has made a decree, what else can she do? She is just a little palace maid in this huge palace.

It's just that she is looking for death like this, but it is not Hongluan's temperament, she suddenly raised a foot and kicked it heavily at King Fu, hitting King Fu's lower abdomen, and bending over in pain; She said coldly: "This is what the prince owes to the slave." "She wants to let King Fu know that even the palace maid is not at his mercy.

King Fu was kicked back a few steps repeatedly, and almost sat down on the ground, and anger naturally arose in his heart: since he was born to the present, even his father has not beaten him Today, Hongluan actually dared to kick him - this kick was even more unacceptable to him than the punch that Hongluan had punched.

When he raised his head, the anger was replaced by surprise before it could fully appear on his face: he saw Hongluan rushing towards the boulder on the side, and at this time he understood what Hongluan meant by obeying the king's orders.

"No-" Without thinking about it, a cry like an angry roar sounded, and he immediately pounced on Hongluan: "Don't" Hongluan's blood-stained boulder already appeared in front of his eyes, and his heart had been split in half, and his eyes were slightly red in pain.

Hongluan didn't pause, just rushed towards the boulder without rebellion, bowed her head and slammed into it, didn't she just don't want her to live, she fulfilled King Fu's intention, and King Fu didn't want to use her to plot anyone: she should not be a chess piece again, and no matter anyone's chess piece should be made again; Because, she's had enough.

Xing'er's scream rang in her ears, accompanied by the sound of the wind passing in her ears, and she didn't pay attention to King Fu's cry at all: such a person would care about just his big thing, and he didn't want her to die in front of him just for fear of affecting his big thing and ruining his reputation.

The boulder was not far from her, but after a few thoughts, she hit the boulder, and there was a great pain in her head, and she closed her eyes as soon as it was dark; The blood, slowly running down her forehead, stuck her messy hair together, clinging to her face, not dancing with the night wind.

Xing'er pounced, but she didn't stop Hongluan, she hugged Hongluan and cried, but there were no tears in her eyes, and the sound was not like a cry, but like a wounded and desperate wolf screaming out to the moon for its unwillingness and pain: her adult died like this? She couldn't believe it, but the blood was so stained on her hands that she couldn't know anything but crying.

Her adult died, and she thought that she could have a future with her adult, because her adult was so different; But in the end, her lord is still swallowed by this cannibalistic palace, without her lord, will she and all the people in the palace slave house have a future? All hope was shattered in the moment Hongluan fell, and she had no desire to live.

Because she knew very well that without adults, what would happen to her; After following the adults for so long, she has eaten and drank, and she has lived like a person, beating the palace people and scolding the eunuchs - she never wants to be bullied again, it is much better to die than to live.

King Fu shook his hand to probe Hongluan's breathing, but was slapped aside by Xing'er: "Lord, are you still dissatisfied?" Don't touch us, adults. If the person in front of her was not the prince, she would have pounced and bitten a few bites, and such a reprimand already showed that she still had a trace of sanity.

The deep-rooted dignity and humility did not make her really crazy to beat the Fu King.

King Fu suddenly knelt beside Hongluan, clenched his fists and shouted: "Imperial Doctor, Xuan Imperial Doctor" He couldn't watch Hongluan go like this, and he didn't want to believe that Hongluan went like this.

Xing'er hugged Hongluan and refused to let go, so much blood her adult is no longer an adult; Tears finally flowed, falling on Hongluan's face one by one, and she murmured, "My lord, the slave will take you home." She wiped the messy hair on Hongluan's face behind her ears with her bloodstained hands: "My lord, go with the slave maid, let's go home." ”

The palace slave house was their home, and she believed that the adults would like to go back and see it at this time; She couldn't stand up at all with Hongluan in her arms, so she used to move and crawl: she had to bring the adults back, and she couldn't let her fall into the hands of King Fu and these people.

She held Hongluan in her hands and moved on the ground with difficulty, but she didn't look at King Fu or listen to what he said about the imperial doctor: the imperial doctor is just a doctor, can he save the dead? And if King Fu really has such a good heart, he will not force his own adults to death.

King Fu finally knew that it was called pain, not the sadness of his father's death, nor the occasional throbbing pain due to Hongluan or Zixuan, but a feeling that made him clearly feel that his body was cracking inch by inch, and he wanted to die now.

He ignored Xing'er's disrespect, he had no other feelings, he just wanted to scream, just wanted to hug himself, just wanted to keep Hongluan He suddenly grabbed Hongluan's legs: "Put her down, the imperial doctor will come to save her" Hongluan will not die, and Hongluan is not dead.

Chapter 580 Sure

Xing'er turned around violently and shouted with all her strength: "Let go, you let go of our adults, you are still dissatisfied, our adults are dead, can't you still let her go?" Can't you let her go? "No mistakes, no skipping words. She was like an enraged beast, showing her claws to King Fu: "Let go, I will take the adults back, and we adults will go back to our homes." ”

Her tears were filled with hatred, I don't know if it was the bloodshot in the corners of her eyes or the blood rubbed on Hongluan's body, and a pair of eyes stared at King Fu viciously: "Let go." "She won't let King Fu hurt her adult again, and she won't let King Fu touch her adult a little.

King Fu refused to let go: "Get out." He ignored Xing'er's yelling, "Drag her away for me." He hugged Hongluan with both hands and feet: "Wake up, I know you are not dead, you can't die; Even if the people in this house die, you won't die. His words were not well thought out, and he was so sure.

When Hongluan punches and beats people, when Hongluan dances and beats people with sticks, when Hongluan points at people's noses and scolds: how she is dancing with her teeth and claws, how vibrant, the only beating color in the gray palace - how can she die? No, it won't.

Xing'er was pulled away by King Fu's people, she screamed and struggled, twisted, kicked and even opened her mouth to bite people, but she couldn't break free from those people and watched King Fu hug Hongluan; She felt that she couldn't stand Hongluan: she had harmed Hongluan, but how Hongluan treated her later, she remembered clearly; Now that Hongluan is dead, she can't repay it, but she can't even protect Hongluan's corpse, which makes her angry and faints when a mouthful of blood spurts out.

Hongluan's head hung down softly, his face was pale, his chest did not rise and fall, and even the blood on his head did not flow so quickly; Whether it was Xing'er's roar or King Fu's light call, she didn't react at all; King Fu picked her up, and her head and arms hung down so limply.

Lifeless.

Tears finally appeared in King Fu's eyes, looking at the pale little face that was half stained with blood: "You say a word, you punch me, you kick me, okay?" "Now, as long as Hongluan can live.

When Hongluan was not dead, he really didn't know that this girl was so important to him, almost equivalent to his life; At this time, the dragon chair, the responsibility, the followers, and the scheming are all gone, and only the pain remains, the pain that goes deep into the bone marrow.

He originally thought that Zi Xuan's heart was dead when he entered the East Palace, but now he knows that his heart has never died, because no matter whether Zi Xuanjin enters the East Palace or not, what he wants to do has not been delayed, and what he wants has never changed: now, he just wants Hongluan to live.

He didn't want to do it now, and such a big thing had lost its weight and place in his eyes and heart: just, for now he didn't know?

For the first time since King Fu was sensible, he was really sad and shed tears, which fell lightly on Hongluan's face, he couldn't feel her breathing when he put his face on it, he hugged Hongluan tightly in his arms, and he couldn't feel her heartbeat; Finally, he understood that it was called all thoughts and ashes.

Someone came and punched him to the side, and Hongluan was snatched away; King Fu looked at the figure in front of him and said softly: "It's late, it's too late; You're late, I'm late. He didn't fight back, nor did he get angry, because the one who beat him and snatched Hongluan was the emperor.

The emperor hugged Hongluan to try her breathing, pinched her people, patted her back ......, in short, he kept tossing Hongluan: his eyes were red, but there were no tears.

He had only one thought, he couldn't let Hongluan die like this; King Fu's late sentence pierced all his defenses like a thorn, piercing his heart so deeply that he opened his mouth in pain and spat out blood; But he didn't even have time to wipe the blood, and he was still trying to toss Hongluan.

King Fu couldn't stand it and pounced: "Brother Huang, let her go quietly, don't toss her anymore"

The emperor glared at him violently, although he didn't say a word, but the meaning of King Fu was clear: if Hongluan was really dead, then King Fu would not have to live.

King Fu looked at him and shook his head, he no longer cared about life and death: "It's not just me who forced her to death. He didn't say any more, but stood up and looked up at the sky in despair.

When the emperor heard this, he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, watching Hongluan gently caress her face with his fingers, but no one could understand the pain in his eyes: it was he who forced Hongluan to death.

Hongluan's hanging arms and sleeves were blown up by the wind, and the jade pendant tied to his wrist shook gently, touching the emperor's hand; The emperor lifted Hongluan's arm and saw the jade pendant, and remembered what he had said to Hongluan: This is the gift of Wending, that is the dowry, I will give you the dowry

He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, shook his body a few times, and almost fainted; He shook his head and said hoarsely, "What about the imperial doctor?" The blood he spat out stained Hongluan's arm red, and also stained the jade pendant he gave Hongluan.

King Fu stood motionless, as if he was just a wooden carving in the night wind: he forced Hongluan to death, if he was willing to let Hongluan go, and promised not to use her again, then there would be no current tragedy.

Remorse seeped into his body little by little, not as ferocious as the pain, but it wrapped him tighter and tighter, so tight that he could barely breathe.

"Your Majesty, I ......" He doesn't want to do it now, and he doesn't want it anymore.

The emperor suddenly shouted: "Luan'er, Luan'er" He shouted: "Imperial doctor, quickly, Luan'er has moved, she has moved, and the imperial doctor will not come again......"

"Here, here, here." The imperial doctor stumbled over, sweating profusely and out of breath; At this time, he finally understood that his father had locked himself up for three days and three nights for his father's inheritance, and later told him that this was an errand that was even more dangerous than going to war.

In the past year, he has not had a few days of death, and from time to time he will be thrown into prison by this saying, and from time to time he will be threatened by that to be killed; He really wanted to cry: Father, my son is really wrong, I should have heard that you had to go to the imperial examination and farming, and it was better than being an imperial doctor.

The little eunuch behind him sometimes pushed him, so that he could get up soberly and go to check the pulse: he was old, if someone could replace him, how good; His gaze swept over the little eunuch beside him - if he wasn't a eunuch, this kid was very smart and talented.

He didn't dare to speak much, he didn't even dare to say that he would diagnose the dragon vein first, and after honestly diagnosing the pulse of the palace people and taking the needle and pricking it, he saw the palace people let out a long breath, and he knew that his life was saved; Moreover, he deeply remembered the name of this female official: Hongluan.

The emperor was overjoyed: "Luan'er, Luan'er, are you awake?" He knew that Luan'er would not die like this, because Luan'er would not be a suicidal person - he was sure of that.

I'm back from my hometown today.,So the update is a little late.,A lot of understanding.,The second will arrive soon.。 Hehe...... If you have a ticket or something, smash it.