He put down the tonic and wanted to leave, but was stopped by Pei Qinghe, she asked him, "What about the emperor?" ”

"Back to Niangniang, in the Xuande Palace."

Xuande Palace.

Pei Qinghe got up from the dressing mirror, intending to see Pei Zheng for the last time.

"Mother-"

The little eunuch stopped her and kindly reminded: "There are all rebels outside. ”

Pei Qinghe was stunned.

They are all chaotic soldiers, which means that Gu Yanqing has already attacked the Beijing Division.

"But Niangniang, please rest assured, the people outside said that General Gu is benevolent, does not hurt the people, does not kidnap innocent people, and the entire palace has no other casualties except for the desperate resistance of the forbidden army."

Pei Qinghe fell silent.

Yes, she is the only person Gu Yanqing wants to kill.

When she wanted to ask something, there was a sudden chaotic sound of footsteps at the gate of the palace.

The next moment, the door of the temple was slammed open, and the wind and snow poured in, she was wearing thin clothes at the moment, but she didn't feel any cold.

She looked sideways toward the temple door.

A man in iron armor, carrying a bloody aura, broke into her palace.

The little eunuch hurriedly slipped away.

Gu Yanqing's familiar face, from far to near, he looked at Pei Qinghe's eyes, buried with monstrous hatred.

Pei Qinghe hooked the corners of his lips, and his eyes were unprecedentedly calm.

"General Gu is so majestic." She laughed.

The man's expression was grim, his eyes were as sharp as a blade, and he fell on her, as if he was going to put her to death, "I haven't seen you for a long time, Concubine Ning is the same as before." ”

He held the cold knife in his hand and walked in front of her, and Pei Qinghe glanced behind him.

Didn't see who she wanted to see.

Gu Yanqing's gaze stayed on Pei Qinghe's clothes for a while longer, as if he was puzzled, and his brows furrowed slightly.

After a while, as expected, he opened his mouth to mock her: "Concubine Ning, it is said that your title was personally formulated by the current saint, I don't know what the meaning is?" ”

Pei Qinghe sat beside the desk, his face changed, "I haven't seen you for a long time, General Gu still makes the palace feel disgusted as always." ”

"Concubine Ning, Concubine Ning......"

Gu Yanqing seemed to have found something interesting, and kept repeating these two words.

At a certain point, he picked up Pei Qinghe's chin with the cold knife that had killed countless people, and stared at her with a calm gaze: "Pei Qinghe, let me ask you, above the bed brother, when you tried your best to please Pei Zheng, did he call you, or my sister?" ”

Such a humiliating move.

Such debauched words.

Pei Qinghe was angry, picked up the porcelain bowl on the table and smashed it at Gu Yanqing.

The latter does not hide either.

The forehead was smacked.

Instantly flushed.

Gu Yanqing's expression changed slightly, he put away the knife, leaned forward, and pulled Pei Qinghe up, as soon as his palm landed on Pei Qinghe's slender neck, a voice came from outside-

"General, our son is still waiting for you at the gate of the palace."

Gu Yanqing's fingers holding the cold knife couldn't help but clench.

Suddenly, he let go of Pei Qinghe.

Pei Qinghe staggered back a few steps, distinguishing the voice of the person outside, her expression moved slightly, and she said lightly: "Xiao Tanji is also here." ”

No one outside the hall answered her.

Pei Qinghe said again: "Since you are here, why don't you enter the palace to see each other." ”

Gu Yanqing looked at her coldly, and after sensing her intentions, he sneered coldly and interrupted her: "You killed his wife and children, sent countless royal guards to ask for his life, and caused his life to hang by a thread several times, how could he want to see your ugly face again?" ”

After the words fell, Gu Yanqing raised his hand towards the henchman behind him, who immediately offered a pot of soju, the lid of the pot was opened, and the aroma of wine overflowed.

"Penglai Spring."

Pei Qinghe recognized it at a glance.

She smiled, "Hongu remembers that your sister and your unborn nephew were folded on this back then. Thinking of what Gu Yanqing might be doing, Pei Qinghe's heart was extremely calm.

Gu Yanqing stared at her deadly, "Pei Qinghe, don't you have a trace of guilt for my sister?" ”

Pei Qinghe: "When she died, the palace only felt happy." ”

When the words fell, Gu Yanqing was silent for a long time, she thought that Gu Yanqing should hate her to the extreme.

Sure enough, the next moment, Pei Qinghe heard him say, "Concubine Ning, go all the way." ”

Go all the way.

Pei Qinghe curled his lips and smiled.

When she really had to face the ending, she had no fear. Qianqianyu took the wine jug with her fingers, and wanted to pour the wine, but the objects in front of her began to blur, and then, her hand holding the wine jug lost her strength, and with a bang, the wine jug slipped to the ground, Pei Qinghe no longer had the strength, her body fell to the side, her head slammed on the cold floor, and dark red blood slowly flowed out from the corner of her mouth.

The moon looks like a flower, and the pearl sinks into a broken jade.

The moment he fell, Pei Qinghe felt Gu Yanqing's surprised gaze.

She didn't drink the wine he brought, but she died anyway.

That bowl of tonic is the end she gave herself.

Before she died, Pei Qinghe was still a pity, she thought about this pot of Penglai Spring for a long time, but she couldn't taste it after all.

It's like some things, some people, not hers after all.

Even if she tried her best to beg for it, in the eyes of that person, she was just a clown jumping off the beam.

-

Sixteenth year of Jianning, summer.

Zhu Ming is long and long, and it is applied to all things. The sky is blue, as clear as autumn water.

Today, the saint is in his prime and has three sons and two daughters. The Northern Wei Dynasty was strong and strong, the society was stable, the people were happy, and the world was peaceful and prosperous.

Everyone in the world says that the monarch is virtuous, which is really a blessing for the world.

The entire Northern Wei Dynasty, if it is not enough, it is the eldest princess Pei Nanyue who acted rampantly, brutalized the court officials, raised the face, robbed the people's men, and sang songs every day in the princess's mansion, taking obscenity as pleasure, and ruining the reputation of the nobles of the Son of Heaven.

Three days ago, the eldest princess's daughter Qinghe County Lord entered the Wei Wangfu for a banquet, and during the banquet there was a quarrel with the second lady of the Wei Wangfu, and the Qinghe County Lord fell into the water.

As soon as this matter came out, the eldest princess Pei Nanyue entered the Wei Wangfu with a sword, and cut off one of the fingers of the Wei Wangfu lady to vent her anger for her daughter.

Today, the saint dotes on the young sister and exposes the matter.

The king of Wei has words of suffering.

Maybe God can't stand the rampant behavior of the eldest princess, today her daughter Qinghe County Lord went to Biyun Temple on the outskirts of the city on the way to burn incense, encountered a bandit, and half of the guards who were ordered to protect the Qinghe County Lord died.

It is said that the lord of Qinghe was also injured.

For a while, everyone clapped their hands and spoke quickly. It's just that the eldest princess's mansion has suffered retribution.

But in the eyes of the discerning people, they felt that this matter was eighty percent of the revenge of the Wei Palace.

The eldest princess is cruel, and the king of Wei is not a good person.

Among the Beijing teachers, many people are waiting to see a good show.

-

At that time.

Princess's Mansion, in the Yutai Pavilion.

Light smoke wafted out of the cloisonné enamel Kuilong incense burner, the ice that had just been changed was contained in the thread, and the well-dressed maid waited respectfully on the side, and the female doctor was busy in and out, treating the sword wound on the arm of the noble Qinghe county lord of the eldest princess's mansion.

Pei Qinghe had been awake for a while.

She sat on the bed, staring at the trembling face of the female doctor in front of her, feeling the stinging pain from her left arm, and she couldn't recover for a long time.

All the people and things in front of her fell into her eyes, like a dream, so unrealistic.

She's pretty sure.

She's dead.

The poison was made by her own hands, and there was no cure.

But now......