The Ancient Song of the Mountains and Rivers part.90

"Yi Huaiyu, you still have humanity. ,”

Unexpectedly, Sima Tulan was furious.

Yi Huaiyu neither refuted nor showed the slightest guilt, raised his foot and kicked the door, only half a step away from the angry Sima Tulan.

"You two have betrayed my trust, and I still want to give you a chance to renew your old relationship, so that the entire harem can see my jokes. Sima Tulan, who do you think gave you the qualifications to call me by my name here, like a madwoman. It is already a great favor for me to keep you alive. ”

"Favors. Grace is that you keep hurting my family and keep making me a laughing stock in the harem. Sima Tulan laughed angrily, her cold flowing eyes did not hide her disgust, "Yi Huaiyu, you ask yourself, if there is no Sima family and the Yao family, can you take this throne." If you don't have Shen Junfang's assistance for many years, can you rest assured that you will go to conquer the world. The person who has paid the most for you is the person who has been hurt the most by you, so you should think about what qualifications you have to say the word betrayal,"

Yi Huaiyu froze, Leng Jun's face was blue and gray for a while, and it took a long time to regain the calm look he had deliberately maintained: "Whether you are qualified or not, I have the final say." ”

"Then if I don't give you this qualification today, I don't want you to have the final say." Sima Tulan sneered, slightly picking up the phoenix's eyes, a chill in her eyes.

"What do you mean?" Yi Huaiyu asked rhetorically, with a hidden sense of foreboding.

A cold light flashed suddenly, and the small dagger hidden in Sima Tulan's wide sleeve was exposed in front of Yi Huaiyu, and the sharp snow blade pointed ruthlessly: "I'm going to see him, no one wants to stop me, if you insist on stopping it, you can only choose one from your death in the end." ”

Yi Huaiyu was silent for a long time, and then raised his eyes lightly: "This is your way." It's the most stupid bravery of a horseman. ”

"Even if it's the courage of a horseman. It is far better to be free for a moment than to be imprisoned by you for eternity. With a touch of sadness in her cold tone, Sima Tulan slowly moved to the door, and her expression made Yi Huaiyu faintly cold, "Yi Huaiyu, do you know what I regret the most in my life." It is to meet you and believe that you are the person I am destined to be. ”

Yi Huaiyu lowered his eyelids, his fingertips lightly tapped on the tabletop, and his voice was empty and sad.

I still remember the spring breeze back then, she looked back and smiled in the sun, confident and proud, with a peerless elegance that no one can match. Now that time is flying, her face has hardly changed, but she has lost the arrogance that is not shaken by anyone, all because of a bad fate that should not exist.

Even if he knew this, Yi Huaiyu still didn't want to cut it off, and now he really didn't have much.

"If you want to see Shen Junfang, you can, anyway, for you, Sima Yuan's life is not that important."

Closing his eyes and saying the most cruel and indifferent words in the world, even if he knew that such a shameless threat would make Sima Tulan's heart like ashes, Yi Huaiyu still had no intention of stopping, or should he say that he just wanted Sima Tulan to hate him and resent him.

Sure enough, that sentence made Sima Tulan tremble, and the steps about to step out of the threshold suddenly stopped.

Sima Yuan, Sima Tulan's only remaining relative in this world, is this weight not enough to compare with Shen Junfang. Seeing Sima Tulan's expression change from anger to surprise and then to despair, Yi Huaiyu knew that his goal had been achieved, and Sima Tulan would stay here according to the result he wanted to see, giving up the opportunity to meet Shen Junfang for the last time.

The dagger fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and with that sound, Yi Huaiyu approached Sima Tulan, and his fingertips swiped across her increasingly thin face.

"Sima Yuan was defeated and captured, and he was guilty of ineffective command and treason with the enemy, and I will suppress the ministers to protect his life and not blame the past, and what I want, you know what it is."

Sima Tulan's tense shoulders trembled slightly, Yi Huaiyu reached out to wrap his hands around those shoulders, and the palms that were staggered behind his back lightly covered his thin back. Sima Dolan didn't struggle, which made him want to hug him tighter and let his taste imprint on his cold and stubborn body, but he understood that in the rest of his life, Sima Dalan would never want to have anything to do with him again.

So the fingers that should have been full of tenderness became cold and hard, and they clamped the sharp jaw.

"Go back to your palace, do your duty, and be the queen of Dayao for the rest of your life."

Sima Tulan turned around silently, the sharp luster in his eyes that Yi Huaiyu admired the most disappeared without a trace, as dim as the remnant sun of winter snow, and the staggering steps of the lost soul and leaving carried a sense of checkmate and death, like a walking corpse, lifeless.

"Tu'er."

Yi Huaiyu couldn't help but shout, only in his heart.

The sun was dull and dusty, and the sudden west wind was sluggish, and there was nowhere to settle in the vast and empty palace. Sima Dolan couldn't remember how she walked back to the Huanqing Palace, and the numbness in her mind made her almost forget everything, until she saw the jade pendant lying quietly on the makeup dress.

The owner of the jade pendant is not inferior to this, the young man is proud, the genius of the sky, he has a gentle temperament, paranoid loyalty, if she met when she was not emotionally attracted to Yi Huaiyu, maybe it would be a different ending now.

But he will eventually return to the heavenly fairyland where there is no worldly strife.

The small and low sobs reached the ears of Yuzhi outside the house, and Yuzhi suddenly felt for a while, she had never seen Queen Dayao, whose heart was higher than the sky and proud and strong, cried, and the cry was mixed with many sad thoughts, which was so sad that it was heartbreaking. Therefore, Yuzhi guessed that whether it was the national teacher Shen Junfang or the queen Sima Tulan, who only had a little expectation, the two of them might not live long, Shen Junfang was really dead, and Sima Tulan was alive and dead since then.

The carriage that sent Shen Jun away was wider than the ordinary carriage, the stove and soft couch inside were extremely luxurious, and the escorts were also reliable masters carefully selected by the Praetorian Guard Battalion.

Just like when the seventh prince Yi Chenjing left, Yi Huaiyu, as the emperor, did not appear in the eyes of everyone, but the figure of Sui Liang was a little dazzling, the reason why Shen Junfang was forced to resign and return to his hometown, in addition to saying that he may have a personal relationship with the queen, there are also rumors about the jealousy and exclusion of talents.

Of course, people in the middle of the matter will not believe it.

"Thank you, General. One of the most regrettable things in Jun Fang's life is that he couldn't become a confidant with General Even, and he had a chance to drink and talk. Shen Junfang, who was half-lying in the carriage, smiled cleanly, and his chapped lips pulled out a few traces of blood.

Even Suiliang shook his head, didn't speak, and only patted the back of Shen Junfang's skinny hand hard.

Farewell today, maybe there will be no chance to meet this kind young man again, and even Suiliang also regrets that he failed to remind him in time when Shen Jun was a teenager, but now it is useless to say more, all he can do is to fold the heavy brocade quilt for him, wave his hand and send him away.

Outside the imperial city, the wind and sand were cold, and the bones were painful.

The sound of the wheels gradually faded away, and even Sui Liang stood quietly in the farewell place for a long time, waiting for the guards to shout, and turned back gloomily, not surprisingly to see the isolated figure of the king on the city wall.

That arrogant posture, long shirt hunting, old in an instant.