Ji Xiu's death, everyone thought that it was killed by the arrows shot by the assassin just now, and no one noticed that the three arrows on the bow and arrow on the wall had disappeared, and no one even noticed that there was a bow and arrow on the wall.

When Yan Jisheng led the army to surround the Yimei Pavilion where Yue Nishang was located, the building was already empty, and there was no clue to be queried. Only two days later, many dead bodies were found in an empty house in the suburbs, among which were also Yue Ni Clothes. It is only based on the autopsy that she has been dead for seven days, so it can be inferred that the assassin was the assassin in disguise. And those killers were as if they had evaporated, never to reappear, and left no trace.

It's just that Jing Rong knew in his heart that the emperor was afraid that he would not die once, so he sent a second batch of killers.

Ji Xiu's body lay in the mourning hall for three days, and the cry shook the mountain and shook the mountain, and Mu Xuefu could hear it clearly when she lived in the backyard.

Just listening to this cry, the original pleasure of revenge gradually faded.

She took revenge, but she caused several women to lose their husbands and several children who were not yet adults without fathers.

She used to do this kind of thing often, but this time, she didn't even have the courage to face Ji Xiu's wife, son, and daughter.

The cry in the front yard shook the sky, and Mu Xuefu's heart was disturbed by the sound, so he walked to the back garden to take a leisurely stroll. I didn't want to, but I met the concubine who accompanied Ji Xiu to the dinner that day. She was dressed in sackcloth, wearing a white flower on her head, unpowdered but also beautiful, a pair of apricot eyes with wet tears, facing the sun, flashing with golden light.

Seeing Mu Xuefu coming, she gave a salute, "Concubine Han's concubine is the princess." ”

"No need to be polite, why is Madam crying here alone, why don't you go to the front yard?" Her attitude is neither humble nor humble, there is no deliberate flattery, and there is no disrespect. With such an attitude, Mu Xuefu is not disgusted. It's just that the women of Jifu all went to the front yard to cry and mourn, whether it was real crying or fake crying, there were people looking at it, but this one was hiding in a place where no one was crying. But I don't know if she really cried for her husband, or if she was sad about her fate.

Han Shi looked up at Mu Xuefu, smiled slightly, and said indifferently: "They are crying to others, I don't care about them." ”

Han's short words made Mu Xuefu have to look at her, Mu Xuefu looked at the expression on her face, and her eyebrows swelled, "Yes, if you are really sad, you will usually cry silently." "I looked at a cherry tree overhead, and the pink petals were as bright as the sun, which was really beautiful. Mu Xuefu paused, seemed to sigh, and said, "Madame's feelings for Master Ji should be very deep." ”

Han looked at Mu Xuefu and seemed to smile, "Does the princess think I'm sad about Ji Xiu's death?" ”

She called Ji Xiu's name directly, and the mixed disdain in her tone was very clear, which made Mu Xuefu both puzzled and curious.

Mu Xuefu said: "Isn't it? He is your husband, although you are not the main room, but you are also his woman, isn't it a matter of course to be sad for him? ”

"Huh." Han smiled, like a narcissus blooming in winter, but there was clear snow in his eyes, freezing the narcissus a little bit. The smile on her lips slowly retracted, and she said expressionlessly: "I can't even clap my hands and celebrate when he dies, how can I be sad for him?" Her expression was gloomy, without a little wave, "Don't be afraid of the princess's jokes, I was snatched back by Ji Xiu." I was originally a married person, but because I met him on a trip, I was snatched back to the house by this bully. I refused to obey him, even to the point of death, but he used my parents as a threat, and for their sake, I had to obey them. He has been around for two years, and every day is worse than death for me. ”

Mu Xuefu took a breath and asked, "What's the difference between him and robbing people's daughters?" Don't you all go and sue him? ”

"Sue him?" Han shook his head with a wry smile, "He is the county guard of Pengcheng and the highest official, where can he sue him?" Even if you sue it again and sue the assassin, the result will still be the same. They protect each other, where can we, the ordinary people, afford to provoke? She smiled, and there was relief in that smile, "Now that he's dead, I'm so happy, happy from the bottom of my heart." I cried not because I was sad, but because I wept with joy, crying that I was about to be freed from my cage. But I'm not alone, there are many other people in this house who are like me. ”

She saluted Mu Xuefu again, "The concubine is out of order, please forgive the princess." ”

"It doesn't matter." Mu Xuefu helped her up and said firmly: "At this time, if you can cry, let everyone see it, if you want to laugh, find a place where no one is there and laugh again, don't let people see it." After saying that, she turned to leave, walked a few steps, and looked back at Han again, "If you can free a few people like you, then the person who killed him can be regarded as doing a good thing." ”

Ji Xiu's funeral was very beautiful, and officials from near and far were all present. Died in order to protect King Chen, which was considered to be a martyrdom in the line of duty, and the court allocated a lot of rewards to his wife and children, which was regarded as a pension. The Ji family originally wanted to investigate, but this assassin was recruited by Ji Xiu himself, so who would he find to investigate.

After Ji Xiu's funeral, Jingrong and the others left Pengcheng. King Chen was attacked twice, and the court was shocked, this time Emperor Xuanwu specially arranged for the Praetorian Guards to escort him, and he must take King Chen back to the imperial city safely.

On the carriage, Mu Xuefu looked sad, lying on Jing Rong's lap to rest, Jing Rong was fine, so he started to play chess, he walked and glanced at Mu Xuefu from time to time. Although the weird smile on her face that day was weird, he didn't actually take it to heart. thought that it might be Ji Xiu who gave him a woman, but in the end he reaped the consequences and was ironic. She was the most jealous, and when she saw someone else giving him a woman, she seemed to have taken a fancy to her, and she must have overturned the vinegar jar at that time, so she was so indifferent to Ji Xiu's death, and even sarcastic. However, from that day on, he felt that there was something wrong with her, but he couldn't say it.

Mu Xuefu is indeed wrong.

She suddenly reflected on her past and the persistence in her heart. Over the years, she has killed countless people, is ruthless, and treats life as if it were nothing. Killing is just a number for her, or before killing, she only needs to kill by what means she wants to use to make herself feel pleasure and pleasure, and she doesn't think about whether this person should be killed or not.

Should Ji Xiu be killed?

Damn it!

He is not a good person, he covers the sky with one hand in Pengcheng, oppresses the people, oppresses the good people, and even corrupts the law, carelessly disregards people's lives, and robs the daughters of the people. Killing him is simply to get rid of a silverfish for the people of Pengcheng.

It's just that when she saw his children, she couldn't help but think of herself more than ten years ago, she felt the pain of losing her relatives, even if Ji Xiu was not a good person, but the pain of the child's loss of his father was indeed innocent.

This contradiction entangled her heart, and for a while, she was confused and hesitant, and she didn't even know whether the path she was taking was right.

It's just that along the way, that guilt is still slowly extinguished by the hatred she has accumulated for more than ten years. No matter what happens, no matter who it is, it can't stop it, and it can't soften her vengeful heart.

"Why are there two pieces missing?" Jing Rong's finger tapped lightly on the edge of the chessboard and murmured.

There were 298 chess pieces at the 361 intersections on the chessboard, and on a whim, none of the chess pieces were eaten, and they were all placed on the chessboard. It was only when I counted it carefully that I realized that the number was wrong.

Mu Xuefu was drowsy, and when she heard this, she hurriedly opened her eyes, she used chess pieces as a hidden weapon, but she forgot to fill in two more.

Seeing her open her eyes, Jing Rong stroked her cheek, "Sleep well?" He lifted the curtain with one hand and looked outside, "It's almost here, you must have been sleeping unsteadily after a tiring trip for days, and you can sleep well when you return to the palace." ”

Mu Xuefu sat up, her eyes swept over the chessboard intentionally or unintentionally, and seeing that Jing Rong did not doubt it, Fang quietly eased her breath. He followed his gaze and looked outside, and could vaguely see the high-rise buildings of the imperial city, "Sure enough, with the emperor's Praetorian Guard, it is unimpeded all the way." She elongated her voice, and there was sarcasm in her tone.

Jing Rong looked at her and smiled, his fingers scraped the tip of her nose, "Of course, there are Praetorian Guards, who dares to be presumptuous." Could it be that the Assassin still wanted to throw himself into the trap? His voice was neither high nor low, and could be heard by all the Praetorian guards guarding outside the carriage.

Mu Xuefu's cunning eyes flashed with starlight, she pursed her lips and smiled, put her arms around Jingrong's neck, and whispered in his ear: "The emperor is really blind if he doesn't go to be a servant, and no one can compare to this kung fu." On the one hand, he assassinated Jing Rong, and on the other hand, he mobilized the Praetorian Guards to protect him, which made people see how he, the emperor, loved his children and nephews. But who would have thought that he was the one who sent the assassins?

Jing Rong pecked her earlobe lightly and said in a low voice: "I only need to say this once, and I am not allowed to say it again in the future." This is very disrespectful, and if it is heard by someone with a heart, I don't know how much trouble it will bring her.

Mu Xuefu raised her eyebrows and said, "I'm not stupid, I'm not whispering to you." As soon as she turned around, she leaned her back against his arms, hooked a strand of Jingrong's black hair with her backhand, and touched it in her hand. After a moment, the corners of her eyes lifted upward, a bright smile appeared on her face, and she said happily: "I will be able to see the snowball in a while, and I don't know if it has grown up after going out for nearly a month?" Are you fat? ”

The corners of Jing Rong's mouth twitched, why did he still think about that little broken dog? He hugged Mu Xuefu, held her hand, and coughed lightly: "Didn't you say to find a for it?" ”

"yes, but there are so many things that happened this time, and I've forgotten about it." With a regretful tone, Mu Xuefu said helplessly. After thinking about it, she turned her head to look at Jing Rong and wondered, "Haven't you always disliked snowballs?" Why do you suddenly care about it? ”

The corners of Jing Rong's mouth moved slightly, and he said, "Because it has a daughter-in-law, it won't pester my daughter-in-law." ”

The wind chimes on the carriage jingle like a melodious cup chime echoing in the wind. Mu Xuefu obliquely looked at Jing Rong who was holding her, her eyes roamed around his face, and she smiled playfully: "My King Chen, why are you becoming more and more like a child?" ”

"That's because you don't pay enough attention to me." Jing Rong choked his nose and looked more and more like a child.

"Who said I don't pay attention, you value you the most."

"Really?"

"Really!"