When it was dark, Si Chen left the palace by the secret passage leading to Xiu Se Yuan and arrived at the suburbs smoothly.

Zhang Lun asked if Si Chen's retreat route was ready.

Si Chen smiled and asked lightly: "What, you changed your mind and want to withdraw with me?" ”

Zhang Lun did not answer and did not ask again.

Si Chen was very calm, her calm and calm made Zhang Lun frightened, she was only seventeen years old, she had just used a bloody and cruel method to kill the king of a country, but she was not panicked at all, not even the slightest nervousness or disordered breathing.

Zhang Lun felt that she was terrible.

He thought she was right, she was a monster, and letting such a terrible monster roam the world would be a blessing or a curse for the world.

However, Zhang Lun didn't continue to think about it, because no matter whether this monster stayed in the world or whether it was a blessing or a curse, it was not something he could control.

Before leaving, Si Chen went to the mountain forest where Tingyou was buried, and placed a bouquet of her favorite Sanshi flowers on her grave.

This bouquet of third-world flowers was brought by her from the Feng Ming Kingdom, because the distance was long, and the flowers were made into dried flowers in advance. Even if it is a dried flower, it is still bright red and moving.

A hint of surprise flashed in Zhang Lun's eyes, and then his eyes were slightly moist.

He suddenly felt that Si Chen was a very interesting person, she knew that Tingyou was the person at the top of his heart, and if this bouquet of flowers was taken out when she asked him to work for her, it would be easier to buy him, but she didn't, she actually took it out after the matter was over.

This time, Zhang Lun couldn't forget it until he died.

He lowered his eyes and laughed silently.

Si Chen still remembered the scene when Zhang Lun sent people to Feng Ming Kingdom to find herself, at that time she was like a flood churning behind the embankment, and the arrival of Zhang Lun's people was like opening the floodgates, and she immediately found her direction.

Thinking about it now, this is very thankful, it is precisely because of the existence of Zhang Lun and Tingyou that she was able to avoid many detours and complete an important big step so quickly.

Zhang Lun chose to take revenge in order to listen to You.

He could have taken Tingyou away, but she said that she wanted to avenge her master.

When Zhang Lun found Tingyou, Tingyou was already a famous Ji.

In order to avenge her, Zhang Lun chose to enter the palace and worked hard for ten years before finally surviving Shen Chong's original chief eunuch, and the apprentice took the master's place and became Shen Chong's new chief eunuch.

At that time, Tingyou had become Zhi's mother who owned most of the flower street and Willow Lane.

Originally, the two of them had planned everything and were about to take revenge, but Tingyou suddenly fell seriously ill at that time. In the sickbed, she heard about Princess Chenguang of Feng Mingguo, she cried and begged Zhang Lun to meet Chenguang, she said, maybe Princess Chenguang is the daughter of her master.

Although Zhang Lun didn't believe it, he still sent someone to listen to You's last wish.

In fact, Zhang Lun hated Si Chen, because Si Chen was Liu Shuyao's daughter, and Tingyou was trampled like that because of Liu Shuyao.

Si Chen also hated Zhang Lun, because Zhang Lun used to be a witch doctor in the dungeon, and what she hated the most in her life was the witch doctor, and she killed the entire witch doctor clan for this.

The two stood side by side in front of the grave for a while, and Zhang Lun suddenly opened his mouth and said softly:

"If possible, Your Highness will find some way to transport Tingyou back to the Feng Ming Kingdom for burial, listen to You, even if the Feng Ming Kingdom is the most barren and poor, she can't forget it, she wants to go home."

Si Chen was silent for a moment, and said lightly:

"There's no need, it's too troublesome to move back now, and to move back in the future."

Zhang Lun's heart beat slightly, he tasted a trace of unusualness from her words, he was shocked by her words, and at the same time felt a burst of blood boiling.

He suddenly wanted to laugh, he was still from the Feng Ming Kingdom, even if he had struggled in Long Xiguo for many years, he would still be a little excited when he heard her words.

He looked at her for a moment, then suddenly knelt down at her, and whispered:

"The grass people wish the prosperity of the country and the world."

Si Chen hooked the corners of his lips shallowly, turned around, and left quietly as if stepping on the wind.

Zhang Lun, who was kneeling on the ground, turned around and knelt to see her off.

When Si Chen took the thirtieth step, behind him, in the woods, there was a sudden soft sound, which was the sound of a knife falling to the ground.

Si Chen stopped, but she didn't look back.

In the mountains and forests, the winter wind is bleak, like a ghost crying.

"Bury them together." She spoke, whispering.

"Yes." Fire Dance responded.

Si Chen led the four people down the mountain, along the path, just walked to the bottom of the mountain, a touch of pale purple twisted into eighteen bends like a snake came into view, he was wrapped in a thick mink fur, his face was pale, and the three thousand green silks that were as black as a waterfall were not tied up, and they were scattered on his body, smooth and soft, with a light blue luster in the moonlight.

He leaned against a small tree as crooked as he did, looking at her with a blank face.

He didn't look like he was fleeing at all, and he was even more at ease than when he was the king of rites.

Behind him stood twenty young men, all handsome, but with a heavy air of death exuding from them.

Si Chen's eyes were slightly gloomy, she stopped, when the moonlight shone on her face, her eyes suddenly brightened again, and she said lightly in a smiling tone:

"It turns out that the vixen didn't turn into flies and flew away."

Yan Ying looked at her and smiled helplessly in a tolerant tone:

"It's just the fox demon, 'flies' are too ugly, if I am a fly, then you have been dropped by flies many times before, what are you?"

I don't know if it was his laughter, or the tone of his voice, his words fell into Si Chen's ears, there was a feeling of lightness, there was no sense of reality, Si Chen's face was slightly gloomy.

Yan Ying clasped her arms in her hands, leaned her back against the trunk of the tree, and said with a smile:

"What a ruthless woman, leave after deceiving people, your nominal husband still thinks that you were burned to death by the fire, and is crying outside the Longevity Palace at the moment."

Si Chen was unmoved, she glanced at him, smiled, and said lightly:

"What do you think of me sending you to cry with him?"

"You're not really dead, why am I crying?"

"I'm not dead, so you should cry even more." Si Chenpi said with a smile.

Yan Ying looked at her domineering demeanor and sighed regretfully.

"Chen'er, your heart is really ruthless and cold, and you don't care about the old feelings at all." He said, raising his eyes, looking at her, and smiling, "You are too charming like this." ”

"If you have something to say, I don't have time to listen to you talking nonsense here." Si Chen said with a cold face.

Yan Ying smiled helplessly.

"Hand over Jade." He suddenly lowered his face and said.

"I refuse."

"Chen'er." He shouted softly with a smile, as if he was scolding an ignorant child, but how strong the coercion in his words was, only Si Chen, who was bearing it, knew.

Si Chen curled the corners of his lips and smiled softly:

"If you want it so much, then kill yourself in front of me, then I will seriously consider burning Jade Huang to you."