Chapter 122: What is Love?

King Rui has always been humble and gentle to people, and he has never spoken so harshly, obviously he is really angry. But anyone can understand that their princess and child were almost drugged and killed, and it was the same for everyone.

In less than a stick of incense, the searcher returned. Yuan Yang, as the housekeeper of the Rui Palace, was naturally the first to come in. He held a wooden plate in his hand, bowed down and said, "Lord Qiqi, the servant found a bowl in the west wing that is exactly the same as the princess's medicine bowl, and it was found in the Zhihua room that manages the eating and drinking utensils in the princess's room. ”

Jing Yu was furious, looked at Zhihua standing in the corner, and shouted, "Zhihua, what else do you have to say?" If you dare to murder the princess and the prince, you are simply guilty of no punishment. ”

Zhihua has already been so frightened that the three souls are gone, and when he hears the roar of King Rui at this moment, he is even more frightened and slumps directly on the ground like dead ashes. She barely supported her body, but her arms were still shaking, and she stammered, "The slave doesn't know anything, and I don't know how this bowl is there." ”

Yuan Yang glanced at her disdainfully and said, "The slave also found some silver and jewelry in the wardrobe of Zhihua. He beckoned, and the men behind him brought the silver and the jewels to the king and showed him.

Mu Xuefu's cold eyes forced her eyes to look at Zhihua, her bright red lips were like a delicate rose, "Where did you get so much silver and jewelry from a little maid, and you don't recruit them from the truth, otherwise you will be rewarded with your board first, and see if you can recruit them!" ”

When Zhihua heard that he wanted to appreciate the board, his face turned even paler with fright, but he still had a hard mouth, and said: "These silver jewelry are all hard work of the slave maid on weekdays. ”

Jing Yu said coldly: "Where can you save so much money as a minion, it can be seen that you are lying." Someone came, and beat the king hard until she told the truth. ”

Before he hit a few times, Zhihua couldn't support it anymore, and shouted vigorously: "Lord, slave and maid moves, slave and maid moves." ”

Jing Yu waved his hand, signaled to stop, and said coldly: "Say, who made you do this?" ”

Zhihua walked to Jing Yu on his knees, knelt at his feet and kowtowed like pounding garlic, "It was Concubine Dong who instructed the slave maid to do it." ”

"Come on, catch that slut for this king!" Jing Yu shouted angrily, his face was blue, he thought for a while, and said: "Search her room thoroughly again to see if there is anything related to oxytocology." ”

Mu Xuefu raised her eyebrows and glanced at Jing Rong. She originally thought that this incident was done by Mu Siluo, but she didn't expect it to be Concubine Dong. Dong Shuyu's father is the general political envoy, and he is the official position of the third rank of the dynasty, and Dong Shuyu is also the first batch of old people to enter the Ruiwang Mansion. It was only because of his father's official position that he was canonized as a side concubine. It's just that I heard that she has always kept to herself, and she is even more respectful to Mu Yurong, but she didn't expect to be so ruthless.

The light moon closes the veil, the moonlight is as calm and soft as water, and the spring breeze blows boundlessly, slightly cool, mixed with the breath of spring cold.

Soon the side concubine Dong was pressed in, although it was the middle of the night and she was brought in a hurry, but she was dressed neatly, and even her hair was not in the slightest disorder. It's just that her face is pale, and her eyes exude a dead despair.

Jing Yu sat on the upper seat, majestic and dignified, looking at her with cold eyes, with disgust and fierceness, "Is the princess's premature birth related to you?" ”

Dong didn't answer, just glanced at the trembling Zhihua, with a bitter smile on his lips, and a wisp of sadness that fell like withered flowers and leaves in early autumn.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Jing Yu was even more angry in his heart, and called Yuan Yang sharply, "Give this king a hard slap in the mouth, and slap her until she knows how to speak." ”

King Rui has always had a gentle temperament and treats people kindly, not to mention his wife and concubine, even when his subordinates have never beaten and scolded. Today, he actually tortured the side concubine, which shows that he is really angry.

Yuan Yang obeyed the prince's order, took a wooden ruler and hit Concubine Dong's lips, making a crisp sound of "popping", like a firecracker. Soon, Concubine Dong's lips were beaten high and swollen, and blood spilled from the corners of her mouth, but she didn't snort and stiffened her back.

Jing Yu closed his eyes, pressed the green tendons on his forehead a few times, waved his hand again to signal to stop, and then looked at Concubine Dong and said: "Shuyu, you have been by the king's side for many years, you are the first person to enter the palace, and you have always kept to yourself, this king thinks you are a good one, so he gave you all the courtesies and respect except for the princess, even the Lin family, who is on an equal footing with you, is not as good as you." But why is your heart so cruel that even unborn children are murdered? ”

"Courtesy? Respect? Concubine Dong smiled lightly, snorted from her snort, as if she had heard some joke, and her face was full of mockery. She gazed greedily at Jing Yu with loving eyes, teardrops like raindrops falling on the eaves, endlessly, her voice was mixed with whimpering and trembling, with an accusation, "I am not rare in these virtual things!" Lord, I am a woman, I am a living woman, your woman! What I need is not my husband's respect, not any superficial courtesy, what I need is my husband's affection. ”

Jing Yu's lips pursed into the word "one", and there was a faint disgust and sadness in his eyes, "How can this king treat you badly?" This king just pampered Rong'er a little more, are you so vicious? ”

"Pampered more? Lord, do you remember how many times you went to me since the princess entered the palace? Dong choked back tears, blurring everything in front of her, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and tears flowed down. It seemed that he couldn't support his body, like a decaying falling flower and fell to the ground softly, "Not once, not once." ”

Jing Yu sighed, shook his head gently, and said sadly: "Is this the reason why you want to kill Rong'er and the child in her womb?" Shuyu, you have always been the most gentle and generous, how did you become like this? ”

Dong wiped away the tears from his eyes with his fingertips, eased up, and said: "That's because the concubine loves the prince deeply, and the concubine is so jealous because of love, so she resents the princess, and she can't wait for her to die." Xu is wooden ruler hit too hard just now, her face showed a painful expression, she touched the corner of her mouth, her fingers were stained with a trace of blood, smiled lightly, and said: "It's just that the concubine is not vicious enough, not bold enough, if she increases the amount of medicine a little, where can she survive today?" ”

Jing Yu closed his eyes and said in disgust: "If you hadn't admitted it yourself, it would have been really hard for this king to believe that such a gentle and humble woman like you would harbor such evil intentions." ”

Dong Shi sank his face and sneered, "Hehe, gentle? Humility? The concubine also wants to be the concubine who does not fight or fight with the world in the heart of the prince, but who can really do it in this palace? Who doesn't want the favor of the prince, who doesn't want to be a concubine, the concubine body is just succumbing to one person, and she is only one step away from ascending to the position of Princess Rui. There is only this step missing, no matter how the concubine body has to gamble, if the concubine wins the bet, she can become the most noble woman in this palace, and if she loses the bet, it is just a death. If the concubine does not have the favor of the prince, there is no difference between death and death, it is better to gamble with this life. She raised her eyes and glanced around lightly, stopped on Mu Xuefu's face for a moment, and said: "Besides, which woman in this palace is not harboring evil intentions, which one does not want to have the position of princess and the endless favor of the prince, and which one is not ruthless." Even if it is in the hands of the princess, I'm afraid it will not be clean. ”

Jing Yu looked at her coldly and asked, "But there are still people who are complicit with you?" ”

There was a trace of stagnation in Dong's eyes, and the hesitation disappeared in an instant, and he looked at Jing Yu fixedly, and said, "From beginning to end, there is only one concubine, and it has nothing to do with others." The concubine knew that she was guilty, and she would not ask for the prince's forgiveness, and the concubine only wanted to die quickly. ”

Jing Yu frowned, let out a heavy sigh, for a moment, turned his head, and said: "The Dong family plotted to kill the princess and the prince, the evidence is conclusive, and he personally admitted it. This king remembered that she had served for many years, and he couldn't bear to hand her over to the criminal department to be dealt with, so he gave her a white silk, a dagger, and a cup of poison. ”

Dong bowed again, staring at Jing Yu with affectionate eyes, and the tumbling tears continued to flicker faintly under the reflection of the clusters of candle flames. It seemed that it took a lot of effort to swallow the suppressed resentment and hatred in his throat, "The concubine is grateful to the prince for being fulfilled, but the princess has bothered to let people arrange it, and the concubine already knows the ending when she comes, so the concubine has already prepared for herself." ”

In an instant, as soon as the words fell, I saw Dong Shi take out a dagger from his arms, and the knife flashed and plunged straight into her heart. She still looked at Jing Yu, as if she wanted to engrave him in her mind, so affectionate, so obsessed. Slowly, she raised her hand little by little, her blurred eyes pulled Jingyu's figure in front of her eyes, she smiled slightly, like the last autumn flower when early winter came, half-opened and half-fell on the withered branches of the flower branches, that kind of withering posture, as if the last trace of struggle and retention before dying. Soon, her body softened a little bit and fell to the ground, but when she was dying, she called softly, "Jingyu, I love you." ”

Without a trace of hesitation, she was so resolute that she felt that she was not going to die, but a kind of relief from body to soul.

Life is a gamble, and if you lose the gamble, you will only die.

Mu Xuefu's complicated gaze stopped on Dong's body, and he couldn't take it back for a long time.

She fell there, letting the blood run freely from her chest, staining her plain white garment red, and blooming with patches of red and strange flowers. She stopped breathing, lifeless. But with a gentle smile on his lips, his affectionate eyes kept looking in the direction of Jingyu. Even if she died, she still had to engrave his appearance deeply in her heart. Even if she dies, she has to remember what her loved ones look like, and only hope that she can meet him again in the next life.

For a long time, Mu Xuefu silently turned her head and whispered in her heart, what is love?