She almost jumped up in shock, only then did she see that her clothes were crumpled, her hair was messy like a chicken nest, her face had not been washed, and there were dirty things in the corners of her eyes......

She remembered that she should have changed her clothes, that she should have dressed up to meet him, not at this time...... However, she could no longer come, and he had already turned and left.

She chased after her.

His steps were fast, she ran a few steps before she could barely catch up, and grabbed his sleeve: "Hong'er...... Hong'er ...... Why are you angry ......? ”

He didn't look back, and his voice was very stiff: "I gave you countless opportunities, but you don't know how to cherish them...... In the past, they always told me that you were wrong, but I still didn't believe it...... Now, I've seen it myself...... Miao Lian. What else do you have to say? ”

She was stunned. It took a while to understand that he was talking about Ye Jia.

It's not that there's a problem with her dress—

She was so happy, oh, it was so good that he didn't dislike what she was wearing, he just thought it was a man next to her—it was more comfortable for her than to be dressed up in a way he disliked.

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The enemies are all here.

What should have come, what shouldn't have come, all of them came, and everyone was watching her with fierce eyes.

Miao Lian's eyes fell on Miao Zhi's face, but seeing her phoenix crown and xiaxia curtain, Qibao Xiangche, it was the real queen who went out on patrol. Especially the emerald green pendant she wore in her ear, which made her face as smooth as jade—Miao Lian recognized the pendant—it was hers, her own.

It was given to her by Tuoba Hong at the beginning.

Now, it's actually in Miaozhi's ears.

And she herself, dressed in simple gray and white clothes, seems to be a different person from them in her bones.

Miaozhi also smiled, but it was not the kind of sneer that Princess Pengcheng sneered, she smiled tolerantly, full of pity, really had the demeanor of a mother, and was even full of sympathy, her voice was thin and gentle: "Sister, you still have to confess." For the sake of our Feng family, for the sake of the dead father, can you confess your guilt...... I will beg Your Majesty, three feet of white silk, a glass of poisonous wine, so that you can quietly end and maintain the last decent ......"

It's really a feng shui cycle.

Feng Miaolian didn't understand what Feng Shui was until this time.

Now, it is Miaozhi's turn to sympathize with herself - three feet of white silk, a cup of poisonous wine, or the most decent burial and love she gave ****.

Her eyes almost burst into flames, and she was bare-handed, like a prey surrounded by hunters, but there was no room for resistance.

"Sister, you don't have to struggle, you can't ...... Look at the ugly things you've done. Seduce monks, be uneasy in the room, and defile the court...... Alas, such a great sin will lead to eighteen levels of hell even after death...... Sister, hello for yourself......"

"Sister Miaozhi, you don't have to be kind enough to talk nonsense with her...... Kill her, kill her ......"

"Kill this ****...... Brother Huang, you can't hesitate any longer. In the past, our royal family already had a Empress Dowager Feng, if she was allowed to be a tiger, in the future, she would become the next Empress Dowager Feng...... Brother Huang, kill her quickly......"

The executioners gathered around, sharp ghost-headed broadswords, cold light flickering, and they were about to drink blood.

Feng Miaolian stood motionless, just clenched her fists again and again: she thought, no wonder people say that women who don't have a deep background and have not befriended party henchmen must not enter the palace, without helpers, when the disaster comes, you will have no help at all, you can only let the mermaid meat.

It can only be so.

She looked at the men, and her gaze fell on Tuobahong's face. His gaze dodged, not at all at her. He was dressed in a pale golden dragon robe, his face was pale, and his expression was cold, what was he thinking? This man who has been married for more than ten years, what is he thinking in his heart?

In ancient times, people lived a short lifespan, and the average length of marriage was generally only seven years. However, she has been with him for more than ten years. However, at this moment, she couldn't even see through him, like an extreme stranger.

"Hong'er...... You gathered these people to harm me...... It's you! Her voice was very affirmative, still faint: "It's you who hurt me!" You've always been supporting them. ”

"I said, please don't call me Hong'er......"

"Hong'er ......"

He suddenly shouted: "Shameless woman, you dare to call me Hong'er in front of the man next to you??" Do you have any shame? ”

In front of the man next to you?

It was then that she suddenly remembered why they had come—for a man. And what about the man? Where is he? What exactly did he do wrong?

He turned his back to the crowd and said nothing, and no one could read his expression clearly. Feng Miaolian herself couldn't see it clearly, as if it was just a superfluous figure, a prop they placed here, and the purpose was to completely defeat herself.

No, no, no, she doesn't accept her fate, she resolutely won't accept her fate.

"Hong'er...... I don't know that person...... You misunderstood......"

He looked at her in disbelief, her eyes wide open: "You don't know? You say you don't know who the man lying next to you is? ”

She was justified: "yes, I really don't know...... I have nothing to do with him......"

"He's Yega...... You don't even know Yega? ”

"Ye Jia? How could it be Yega? Yega has been killed by you...... He had already been killed by the King of Xianyang, and he died when he just came out of the palace, how could there be Ye Jia? ”

She was not convinced, and dragged his sleeve and walked over: "Look, is this Ye Jia?" ”

On the bed, a man with a blurred face, curled up, unable to see the truth clearly. He is not Yega...... Not at all.

"Yega is already dead...... This is not Yega...... Your Majesty, can you see clearly? ”

"He is Ye Jia......"

"Yega is dead, dead...... Long dead...... Hmph, if you say he's Yega, then you'll kill him......"

The man suddenly turned his head, and between his eyebrows, there was a feeling of resentment.

Tuoba Hong was furious, took out the dagger he was wearing and stabbed it, and a stream of blood spurted out, spraying Feng Miaolian's head and face. She still giggled hysterically: "Hehe, you can see it clearly...... This is not Yega...... Hehehe, it's not Ye Jia...... Ye Jia has long since died......"

She smiled, but there was infinite viciousness and cunning in her eyes.

Anyone can see it clearly.

However, it was too late.

Her laughter suddenly stopped, and she saw the transfer of the fountain of blood—not from the man on the bed, but from Tuoba Hong's chest—the dagger, duly inserted into Tuoba Hong's heart, blood flowing, and his tall body began to stagger, and his face showed a look of extreme panic and sorrow.

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