It was dark in the tent, and Mingzhu nervously clasped her hands to protect her chest, pricking up her ears to listen to Yu Wenchu's movements on the side. The bed sank for a moment, the silk rubbed against it and made a rustling sound, Yu Wenchu turned over slightly, although he couldn't see it, Mingzhu knew that he was facing her now, so he had to be a little nervous to organize the words of refusal - these words should be both good and reasonable, but also resolute...... Mingzhu read silently, quietly moving slowly to the other side.

A hand reached out in the darkness and gently put it on her face, the fingertips were warm, extremely gentle, Mingzhu was startled, and couldn't help but grab the collar, trying to make her voice sound gentle and tactful: "I'm so tired, dizzy ......"

"Sleep when you're tired, don't think about it. I just miss you. Yu Wenchu gently stroked her cheek twice, sighed, withdrew his hand and turned over, and after a while, the sound of soothing and rhythmic breathing came out.

He fell asleep like that...... So many of the words that I thought about were blocked in Mingzhu's throat, he just missed her! Mingzhu stared at Yu Wenchu's back with wide eyes, trying to see more clearly, but her consciousness gradually blurred and fell into a deep sleep.

The sound of the weapon striking on the iron armor was cold and crisp, and each blow seemed to hit the tip of the heart, and the thick smell of blood in the air and the stench of burnt flesh burned by the fire were mixed with a disgusting mixture, and several crows flew down in circles, pecking at the broken and shapeless corpses as if no one was around.

Mingzhu saw herself running over, in vain to chase the hateful crow, but the crow was not afraid of her, and often as soon as she drove this one away, the other fell down again, and continued to peck at the corpses on the ground. The crow flapped its wings happily and made a rough and unpleasant "quack" sound.

Her heart throbbed suddenly, as if someone had grabbed it and pinched it hard, she fell to the ground in pain, her anger was like a gossamer, and a sarcastic mockery came from afar: "Isn't that Fu Mingzhu?" The entire Fu clan was wiped out, how could she still be embarrassed to live? Why didn't she die? Why not die? ”

No, it's not that she's greedy for life and afraid of death, she just hasn't avenged her revenge, and she still has an old mother and young nephew to protect, so she lives, she doesn't want to live secretly. She threw herself to the ground, and her fingers were caught in the dirt, which soaked up the blood and turned black and red, and with a strong force, a black-brown and fishy-smelling liquid flowed out of her fingers.

That's the blood of the Fu clan! She struggled to sit up, and saw half a face not far away, and one eye on her face looked at her quietly, full of compassion and resentment. That's the face of the second brother, the face of the second brother who was shot to pieces by the giant bed crossbow!

She couldn't help crying, staggered over and tried to hold the second brother in her arms, but one hand grabbed the second brother's hair in front of her and lifted the second brother up.

"See, this is the fate of the Fu family's traitor." Yu Wenyou sneered, and threw half of the second brother's head into the distance, and a hungry dog "Ha'er" barked, picked it up and ran away.

She chased after her from behind like crazy, but she couldn't keep up with the speed of the hungry dog, so she had to beg Yu Wenyou: "Please return the second brother to me, he has become like that, he is not sorry for you, you can be merciful." ”

Yu Wenyou smiled indifferently and cruelly, and he asked her, "Why?" Just because you are the daughter of my enemy, because you are willful and reckless, you ruined my marriage and my life? ”

Yes, he hates her, he hates her like that, he hates Fu like that, of course he won't be kind. She raised the dagger and stabbed Yu Wenyou with all her strength with full hatred, and was about to succeed, but he was pushed down by his hand, and the dagger just pierced into her left chest. It's cold and painful.

She looked up to the sky, looked at the blue sky with wide eyes, and knew that she was going to die, so she hated herself for why she couldn't hold her breath so much, but she died happily, what about her mother and nephew? They're still counting on her.

A pair of black brocade boots embroidered with dragon patterns stopped in front of her, Rao was full of blood, and she also smelled the long and sweet fragrance of sinking water. She looked at the person with difficulty, and saw Yu Wenchu looking at her with his eyes down, no joy or sorrow, and his eyes were dark. She vaguely remembered that he and Concubine Min had no grudge against Fu, and she stretched out her hand to him with a glimmer of hope, wanting to ask him to save her mother and nephew.

He took a step back expressionlessly, and said lightly, "Do you regret it now?" It's too late. ”

Jiang Shanshan was wearing the princess's concubine's gorgeous clothes, stepping on a bloody place, swaying over, her delicate crested shoes stepped on her hands, and said contemptuously and contemptuously: "After the traitor and the thief, dare to be foxy?" Do you still think you are the original Fu Mingzhu? People like you, living is a waste of food! ”

The beaded gold-embroidered crested shoes ran over her hand, stepped on the dagger on her heart, and stepped down hard. A sharp pain came, and she shouted unwillingly: "No! "She can't die yet, what about her parents, brother and aunt when she dies! She was not reconciled, but her body gradually stiffened and cooled, and a crow flew towards her, its cold beak mercilessly pecking at her eyeballs.

"Wake up, wake up! You're dreaming, you're caught in a nightmare! Fu Mingzhu, wake up! "Someone slapped her cheek hard, yes, she was dreaming, she obviously didn't die like this, she obviously came back to life, it's not true! Not really! It's just a nightmare! Mingzhu let out a long breath, grabbed the hand that slapped her cheek, and propped herself up, gasping for breath and trying to open her eyes.

The room was full of clouds, the Sheep's Horn Palace lamp emitted a bright and warm light at the head of the bed, the red tent was embroidered with gold thread and lotus roots, Yu Wenchu was wearing a loose middle coat, opening his mind, frowning and looking at her worriedly: "Are you okay?" ”

It's just a dream.

Mingzhu let out a sigh of relief, sat back down, subconsciously curled up her knees, hugged her knees tightly, and put her chin on her knees. It was just a dream, but her heart was beating violently like a drum, and she couldn't slow down, and the coldness and pain that she had been pierced by the poisonous hairpin became more and more obvious, and the pain was unbearable.

"Are you okay?" Yu Wenchu held her face a little scared, and tried to put her voice as gentle as possible: "You look at me, it was just a dream just now." ”

Mingzhu tried to see him clearly, but she felt that he was getting more and more blurry, and she could only say one sentence after using all her strength: "I, I feel distressed." She suddenly lost all her strength, and fell into his arms, and she heard his heart beat up and out of rhythm, and heard him cry out in a panicked voice, hoarse and coarse, and very unpleasant, and then a great crowd poured in, and the curtain was hung up, and every lamp that could be lit was lighted.