In a panic, Luo Xian, who was captured by the man in black, struggled desperately, but still couldn't break free, and was pushed into a room by the man. I saw that this room seemed to have just been cleaned, as good as new, it was spotless, and the things were placed too neatly, like the room of a person with a habit of cleanliness.

A fat-headed, big-eared man was wiping one of his short swords repeatedly with fine fabric. When he heard someone come in, he put down what he was holding and looked back at Luo Xian with a lewd face.

"Little Beauty, we're meeting again!"

This person is none other than Cao Heng, the seventh prince of Wei who is sick and does not attend the banquet.

And in Tingyuxuan, today's entire building was forcibly wrapped. Luo Xian girl, looking at Cao Heng in front of her, is like seeing a jackal, tiger and leopard.

"Don't come here!"

Luo Xian shouted in panic, the fear in his eyes already overflowing.

"Shout! here today, if you scream through your throat, no one will come to save you!"

Cao Heng laughed, causing the flesh on his face and stomach to twitch.

Cao Heng pounced, and Luo Xian desperately escaped along the edge of the room, and after two times, he had already switched places with Cao Heng just now.

"Don't come!

Luo Xian cried out in pain, and she retreated to the table in a panic, feeling a short sword in her hand.

"Don't come!

She trembled and picked up the short sword in her hand, threatening the extremely lewd jackal in front of her.

"Yo, is it so strong? I like it, come on! Do you dare? I not only want to take your body today, but I also want my group of subordinates to enjoy it one by one, and finally throw you in front of Lin Che, I want him to experience the feeling of being humiliated and ridiculed by everyone! Hahahaha!"

Cao Heng's vicious eyes revealed ferocity and ruthlessness, and he was ready to grab the knife and subdue the little girl in front of him.

Luo Xian's frightened and desperate eyes seemed to have tears that could no longer flow, and her struggle and plea for help had no one to deal with, which made her almost desperate.

Cao Heng slowly approached the little beauty who had no way out, obviously he was about to eat this beauty.

Luo Xian, who was frightened and painful, unconsciously flashed in his mind those pictures of getting along with Lin Che, those sweet words, and those beautiful expectations of fantasizing together. A smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and her face, which had become calm after despair, had a hint of sadness, but also a hint of relief.

Suddenly, Luo Xian's eyes revealed a hint of determination, her trembling hands became calm, she came to the windowsill, and with the graceful movements of her playing the harp, she slashed her short sword through her snow-like neck.

The brilliant and gorgeous blood was just like her face, beautiful and moving, spraying on the curtains, on the ground, on the table, and on Cao Heng's face.

Her delicate body was so powerful at this moment, and she resolutely fell down from the window of Tingyuxuan, like a white snowflake in winter, quietly falling beside the Goddess Lake.

The red blood flowers bloomed, bloomed, and bloomed, making the streets of this cold night more warm.

On the complicated road, pedestrians stopped to watch, and the Goddess Lake was originally like a tide of people, but at this moment it is like a barrier to protect the flowers, so that the blooming blood flowers slowly extend.

"Damn! It's disgusting! It's disgusting! What is it? Blood? it! It's dirty! Guards!"

Cao Heng, who was covered in blood, seemed to be allergic, he grabbed a handkerchief and wiped it, but no matter how he wiped it, he felt that he couldn't wipe it clean, and no matter how he wiped it, he felt dirty.

He summoned the guards, took his guards, and in a rage dispersed the crowd of onlookers, and hurried back to his dwelling, washing his body and removing the filth.

In the palace, since that poem, Lin Che has never participated in any literary or martial arts exams, which has also fulfilled his wish, he can only cheer up and finish this banquet.

When the emperor and the queen mother retired, he was like a bird reborn, ready to fly happily and fly back to his home.

He hurriedly pulled up his father and Lin Jue, and was about to get into the car, but saw the teary-eyed Laifu waiting for their arrival.

Lin Che forcibly suppressed those bad thoughts from popping up, but he always felt uneasy and even panicked today.

There are too many things that make him feel wrong, it is not right for the poetry girl to invite Luo Xian, it is not right to listen to Yuxuan, Yan Shaoyi is not wrong together, it is not right to be suddenly arranged to perform in the palace today, the eyes of the three princes are not right, Cao Heng is suddenly bedridden is not right, and the blurred teary eyes of Fu Bo in front of him are not right.

He looked at Fauber as if he was about to open his mouth to say something, and he actually resisted in his heart, and he watched as the words came out of Fauber's mouth one by one, like a knife into his chest.

He suddenly felt a blur and darkness in front of him, and the people around him seemed to be saying something, but there was only a sharp tinnitus in his head, and he suddenly felt a burning heat in his chest, and a mouthful of scarlet red liquid gushed out of his mouth.

He stumbled onto his horse, wielding the whip in his hand with all his might, and the horse ran with all his might, occasionally letting out a sad gasp.

He galloped all the way, the whole world was like a distorted and turbulent painting, he felt like he had plunged headlong into a whirlpool, and the mottled world was only red and black.

He returned to the palace, and when he dismounted, he fell from his horse, he didn't feel pain, and the people who passed by were crying, but he couldn't hear what they were saying, he came to the front of the hall, the old lady and Mrs. Lin were hiding their faces and crying bitterly, Tie Niu, Xiao Juan, the injured Xiao Xi and Xiao Bei, and Han Shuling.

What are they doing? What are they around?

Lin Che felt as if his world was hoarse, he stumbled into the crowd, everyone was in tears, but Lin Che couldn't hear it, there was only a roar in his world, and there was only a red and black in his sight.

He saw the fairy lying quietly in front of him, she was so beautiful, so kind, and so quiet, and she still had the handkerchief that day was in love, and the red blood stains were like magnificent flowers, blooming on her fingertips.

He just quietly held her hand, pressed his forehead against Luo Xian's forehead, he didn't cry, to be exact, he was laughing, he felt that the girl in front of him was joking, he used his forehead to gently try to wake her up, with the tip of his warm nose, gently slid from his nose to his forehead, isn't this their most common and lingering action? Seeing that the girl did not react, he laughed, sat quietly on the ground, and held her hand.

She's just asleep, she's just too tired, she's suffered too much.

He still didn't shed tears, he smiled and shook his head, looked at the girl who was lying quietly, and he began to tell the girl a story, which was the story that the girl had been pestering him when she couldn't sleep at night.

In fact, he had already told the girl all his stories, but now, he was afraid that there would be omissions, and he would tell them again, this time, he promised not to miss a word, this time he promised that he would never fall asleep before the girl again, and this time he was willing to tell from night to day, from evening to day and night.

The people around him still couldn't stop crying and crying, Lin Che couldn't hear their voices, he was afraid, afraid that what he said would not be heard, afraid that the girl would be distracted, and even more afraid that the girl would be too noisy and hide in his arms again, like a frightened cat.

With his index finger to his mouth, he made a silencing motion of "shhh

The painful people who watched gradually dispersed, only Lin Che was left in the hall, telling his story over and over again, every thing he had an impression and memory from the beginning of his memory, the first time he ran out to play, the first time he was punished, the first time he went to Dajue Temple with his grandmother, the first time he talked back to his father, the first time he bullied Lin Jue, the first time he gambled, the first time he went to Fucuiyuan, the first time he watched a play in the big bowl teahouse, the first time he drank tea in Listening to Yuxuan, the first time he went down to the Goddess Lake to swim, and the first time he spent the night on the Goddess Lake......

Countless memories and stories, he told word by word, when he talked about the first time he met the girl, he wanted to skip, but he continued, but after the meeting, he never left the topic of not a girl, he kept talking, he kept talking.

The old princess came to the front of the hall, and she didn't know what she said, but Lin Che kept talking.

Lin Jinchi came to the front of the hall and seemed to have said something, and Lin Che kept talking.

When Lin Jue came to the front of the hall, he seemed to have said something, and Lin Che kept talking.

Li Longxing came to the front of the hall and seemed to have said something, and Lin Che had been talking.

Zhao Yitao, Zhao Xilin, and Prince An Le came to the front of the hall, and they seemed to have said something, and Lin Che kept talking.

Yan Shangshu, Mrs. Yan, and Yan Shaoyi came to the front of the hall, and they seemed to have said something, and Lin Che had been talking.

General Han, Mrs. Han, Han Shuling, and Han Hao came to the front of the hall, and they seemed to have said something, and Lin Che kept talking.

Shopkeeper Wang came to the front of the hall with a group of guys from the Luo Shen Chamber of Commerce, and it seemed that he had said something, and Lin Che had been talking.

When the poetry girl came to the front of the hall, she seemed to have said something, and Lin Che kept talking.

When the bed was replaced by a coffin, Lin Che was still talking.

When the red dress of the garden was changed to white, he was still talking.

When the table legs were replaced by a moving carriage, he was still talking.

When the newly decorated house was replaced by a mound grave, he was still talking.

When the crowd pleaded in front of him, his head was pressed tightly against the stele, and he held it tightly, still speaking.

He's there on a sunny day, he's there on a cloudy day, he's there on a rainy day.

In this way, he never sleeped, did not eat or drink, and kept hugging the stele tightly, giving it warmth and relying on it. Because of this, that girl will not be afraid, because every time it is like this, every time she will drill into Lin Che's arms.

Time passes by one day, two days, three days, four days, five days, six days, seven days.

After the people of the palace finished handling the white affair, they found the witnesses who listened to Yuxuan at that time, the old princess beat the drum and sang the grievances, and the people in the whole capital also knew that the Jingwu palace had done the white ceremony, and they wanted to sue Cao Heng, the seventh prince of Wei.

The government naturally didn't dare to take it, so Lin Jinchi went to sue the royal court, the general of the Chinese army Zhuguo, knelt at the palace gate for a day and a night, there was no movement on His Majesty's side, two days and two nights, there was still no movement, three days and three nights, there was still no movement, only the father-in-law and ministers in the palace came to persuade him.

Three days later, the old princess removed the plaque of the Jingwu Palace, which was written by the first emperor himself.

The old princess supported her sick body in her sixties, carried the palace plaque written by the first emperor, and Lin Jue, and the three of them knelt at the door. First, please ask Your Majesty to uphold justice for the tragic death of the Lin family's Luoxian, and second, please allow the old princess to return the palace plaque, remove the title, resign from Lin Jinchi's military position, and allow their family to return to Yangzhou to return to their hometown.

As soon as Lin Che's incident came out, it also aroused the anger of the scholars in Kyoto, and Lu Shiyuan and other scholars marched on the streets together to protest against the atrocious crime of the prince of Wei who killed the fiancée of the palace, and demanded that His Majesty return justice to the palace of Jingwu. They also spontaneously surrounded the residence of Cao Heng, the seventh prince of Wei, and denounced it there day and night.

In the imperial study, His Majesty the Emperor's face was pale, and everyone was afraid to squeak. The anger in his slender eyes almost burned up the entire imperial study.

"Don't you pay a lot of attention to what happens now?

As soon as the emperor spoke, everyone panicked.

"Now Lin Jinchi is looking for me to explain, the old princess is looking for me to explain, the scholar is looking for me to explain, and the people of the capital and the soldiers who protect the country are looking for me to explain!

His Majesty the Emperor asked again, which is very rare.

But no one in this group dared to bear the wrath of the Son of Heaven, even General Han and Yan Shangshu would not stand up and say anything biased at this time.

"Taishi, you have always been thoughtful, as the head of the hundred officials, what do you think!"

The Emperor directly began to roll call.

Although Taishi was named, he already knew that this would be the case.

"Your Majesty, the situation given to Your Majesty is very clear now, Wei Chen thought. The statement of the Jingwu Palace, must be given, King Jingwu fought for my Song Kingdom back then, and half of the Song Kingdom has his credit. Lin Zhuguo, as a pillar of the Chinese military, also has countless military achievements. If this statement is not given, the people's grievances will not be eliminated, and the army's morale will be unstable, I am afraid that it will shake the foundation of the country. Then the alliance of Wei will also be maintained, first of all, the northern region, although the Xia State has signed a treaty, but they are fierce and warlike, I am afraid that the border will not be stable for a long time, the Liang State and I have always had friction, Wei State, as our most stable ally in the northeast, once the war starts, not only will the lives be ruined, but also the country's survival will be in danger!"

The master made a serious analysis, and a hint of chill appeared in His Majesty's eyes.

Taishi then said: "According to the minister's humble opinion, the seven princes of Wei were left in Kyoto as protons, and to the common people, it was said that the seven princes of Wei violated the laws of the Song State and were imprisoned in Kyoto for life. As for the Wei side, just tell them that the Seven Princes will not be overly restricted in Kyoto, and after a few years, after the people's grievances have subsided and forgotten, they will secretly send the Seven Princes back to the Wei State!"

The people in the imperial study, there is no better way, and what the Taishi said is also reasonable, His Majesty the Emperor closed his eyes, slowly savoring the stakes between the various choices; if Xie Chengmou was here at this time, maybe His Majesty would ask his opinion, but unfortunately His Majesty let him go to Yan Country to carry out a mission earlier.

"Just do as the Taishi said, the Criminal Department and Dali Temple have made arrangements, Han Zhaoyuan and Yan Jin will persuade Lin Jinchi and let him take the old princess back as soon as possible!

His Majesty's eyes only had a decision, not a discussion.

Outside the palace gate, the queen mother heard about this and rushed to persuade her own sister, General Han and Yan Shangshu informed them of His Majesty's intentions, and the old princess threw down the sign and went home with an indifferent expression.

General Han and Yan Shangshu helped pick up the sign and sent it to the palace in person, but no one in the palace dared to hang it, but General Han took the thing and hung it himself.

If something that can be dismantled is restored, will it still be the same as it was?