Zhenwang's Mansion.

The night was dark, and the soldiers with spears stood guard outside the study.

The air was sweltering, and the courtyard was filled with the sound of cicadas.

The black cotton shades the full moon, the wick of the candle burning on the street lamp in the courtyard is blown off one side, and when the small flames are flickering, it is the rain that creeps in.

The stone pavement beneath the soldier's feet changed color, wrapped in mud and earthy smell, and gradually, it rained heavily.

With a "squeak", the door was pushed open, and the wind and rain poured in through the half-open door.

Candles fall and shadow on the desks piled high with desks, and the light and shadow flicker and darken, swaying and dimming.

The cool rain went to the sultry day.

The servant served new tea, and the rice paper fell with a red letter on the back of the paper.

Hanging the brush on the pen holder, Jiang Yu closed his eyes and leaned back, looking tired.

The door was closed, and the tumultuous world was once again cut off from the temple.

Subtle sounds pass through the cracks in the doors, window lattices,

Wisps of white mist rose from the hollowed-out incense burner.

So in this long night, the jumping dim light reflected the confused eyes, and it seemed that he had returned to the night when he was a child.

The night of heart-rending and hatred.

The palace was magnificent, and a woman in palace dress stood by the incense burner and poured spices into it.

The head is full of pearls and emeralds, and the appearance is stunning.

After mixing the incense, the woman turned her eyes to look at him, like a kind smile of the mother.

Walking towards him on the ground, the thunder and lightning flashed outside the hall, and the light and darkness in the hall were staggered for a moment.

In front of him was a peony embroidered with gold thread, and his eyes were slowly lifted by the hand with long armor, and the woman used so much force that it almost snapped his chin, stinging tightly.

It rained so hard that the water reached his ankles.

Thinking about the road he had traveled when he came, Jiang Yu couldn't help but worry about whether the cold palace would leak rain this night.

When there were a few blood marks on her chin, the woman let go of her hand and said with a smile: "At a young age, I am not afraid at all. ”

"Chu Yao gave birth to a son with backbone, but it's a pity that he was born in the belly of a cheap maid."

"Bengong Fang is pregnant, and I have a bad memory recently, and I forgot why I called you here."

"How is Chu Yao doing these days?"

Seeing that he didn't speak, she touched her belly, which was not yet pregnant, and there was finally more tenderness in her eyes. "If you are poisoned, how can it be good? It must be hard to stay up day and night, and I can't sleep all night. ”

The shrill voice of a laughing woman echoed through the empty hall.

The mother concubine has been unable to sleep every night recently, saying that she is in pain, her whole body hurts, and she is masochistic like crazy.

The woman sat down on a stool and said, "Want an antidote?" ”

"Yes."

As if feeling that he had finally spoken, the woman nodded in satisfaction.

"That's very good."

"If you want an antidote, go and do something for me, and I'll give it to you."

Braving the rain, he stood outside the Phi Xiang Hall and knocked on the vermilion temple door.

"Go and tell the queen that the state of Chu is dead, and her father and brother have been beheaded by His Majesty, go! Just go! ”

The woman seemed to be in a daze, and kept talking about going, go quickly, with a smile on the corner of her lips and empty eyes.

As he was leaving, he stood outside the temple and heard the mad murmur of a woman.

"As long as she is dead, Your Majesty will love only this palace alone."

Jiang Yu had never heard that Shen Guifei was pregnant, and she was afraid that she was already delirious.

The door slowly opened, and the begonias all over the courtyard were knocked down to the ground.

Step on the soft petals and leaves, and walk towards the cozy dormitory.

The woman wore a bright yellow bedgown and a cloak to protect against the cold, and greeted her.

He was dragged into the temple in a hurry, wiping the water from his face with his sleeve.

"Silly boy, what's so in a hurry, it's raining, and you don't even have an umbrella."

He summoned the palace maid to fetch the prince's brother's clothes, and the queen poured him a cup of hot tea.

The queen was a good mother and treated him very well, often helping him and his mother.

As he was about to leave, a crazy word sounded in his head.

"Don't try to play tricks, unless you don't want your mother's life, the antidote to this poison, no one knows about it except this palace."

Ahead is a high threshold, and you can step into the rain and return to the cold palace in one step.

There is no need to make the kind and warm woman in front of you fall into the pain of being destroyed by the person next to the pillow.

The picture of the mother struggling and unable to sleep passed by one after another.

The scales fell, and he turned to face the gentle woman and whispered.

"The state of Chu is dead, and the royal family was killed by His Majesty himself."

When the peaceful eyes heard this, they were stunned and smiled in disbelief.

"What nonsense?"

"It's true."

The last straw was pressed to the sinking ship, and he saw this scene.

The woman's thin figure swayed, and she still stood firmly, and murmured, "Your Majesty... Promised me. ”

Drops of clear tears fell down her beautiful face like beads with broken threads.

The night was lightning and thunder, illuminating the dark and damp cold palace.

Jiang Yu looked up at the hilt of the knife dripping with blood on the ground, and the bed collapsed and pulled down a hand covered with new marks.

The dilapidated dormitory, the hoarse voice of pain cried out in despair.

"Yu'er, please."

"Please, kill me."

"Give the mother a relief."

It is not difficult to imagine that when he was away, the mother couldn't bear the pain and tried to kill herself.

"Mother wait, it won't hurt in the future."

There was a painful whimper from the bed.

did not let the mother wait too long, and the next day and night, the queen set fire to herself.

The fire burned all night, and there was nothing left, and his unsympathetic father stood in the Phi Xiang Hall all night.

I don't know if my father will feel guilty or regretful.

Of course, these are no longer important, he got the antidote, but he didn't know at that time that there was no cure for this poison.

Shen Guifei gave hope to life, and gave a fatal blow to the rest of her life after the catastrophe.

After taking the medicine, the concubine slept peacefully all night, and he was completely relieved.

On the day of the queen's funeral, he stood outside the incense hall covered with white silk, looking at the back of the prince's brother kneeling in front of the coffin.

It is a big crime for the palace concubine to commit suicide, and the father did not take the position of the prince's brother in the East Palace.

There is no doubt that the father loves the queen, otherwise he would not have ordered the harem, and he must not inform the queen that the Chu State has died.

The mother concubine was poisoned, he had never seen so much blood, his clothes, his pillow, there was black blood everywhere, and black blood kept gushing out of his mouth, as if he couldn't do anything.

His mouth was still open and closed, and he couldn't hear the faint volume clearly, holding back the sourness, he leaned down to listen.

"Kill... of me. ”

He sat down on the ground, tears of desolation filling his face.

The man on the bed rolled to the ground, and with trembling hands shoved the handle of the knife into his hand.

"Yu'er is not afraid, use... Force. ”

Pointing to her neck, the woman fell to the ground, unable to get up again.

It's like exhausting all your strength.

When he cut the skin of his neck, a large amount of blood sprayed all over his body.

He has never killed anyone, and he has not been cut off once.

The blood-stained lips squirmed slowly, and with the only remaining strength, he said softly: "Yu'er... Don't be afraid... The mother does not hurt. ”

"Don't be afraid..., again... Come once. ”

- The dream is gone.

As the night grew darker, the guards outside the door heard the sound of broken porcelain coming from inside.

The sword was unsheathed, and the sharp blade reflected a helpless and fragile look of madness.

Jiang Yu was like crazy, slashing with his sword.

In this way, he vented his hatred.

The ground was littered with broken porcelain pieces of different shapes, scattered books, and littered everywhere.

Jiang Yu shrank in the corner of the wall, buried his head in the crook of his arm, biting his lip tightly, trembling.

The people of the Shen family, it is not a pity to die, they should all go down to the underworld to make amends to his mother.