Fu Ruo is actually nonsense, what jade pendant is not jade pendant for the first time, she just needs to prove to Mo Heng that she knows his true identity.

So she said nonsense that Song Furuo admired the prince when she was young, in order to increase the credibility of her words.

Mo Heng's reaction was surprisingly calm, even, abnormal.

His ears echoed what Furuo had just said.

[I saw it in the palace when I was a child]

[I admired you]

Fu Ruo looked at him quietly, a scene that seemed familiar, and two silver lights lit up at the same time.

The blade was still against her heart.

The silver was aimed at his major arteries.

Mo Heng hooked the corners of his lips slightly, as if convinced: "I lost again." ”

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has indeed regressed."

Furuo withdrew the silver needle, the last time his blade was aimed at her heart, but this time it was an inch down her heart.

It's very biased.

Mo Heng looked at Fu Ruo fixedly, and his thin lips opened lightly: "You know that I am the prince, so you are not afraid that I will kill you?" ”

"You need me." Fu Ruo pointed to Mo Heng's calf, and at the same time, her gaze also fell on his calf.

So she missed the hysterical struggle and hatred in Mo Heng's eyes, and when she looked back at him, Mo Heng was still the calm Mo Heng.

"What are you trying to for?" Mo Heng asked.

"Money, power." Fu Ruo did not hide his purpose in the slightest, "What does His Royal Highness the Crown Prince think I am for?" ”

But in fact, these are all excuses, what Furuo is really for-

Freely.

She tore apart the truth, goodness and beauty, and what she wanted was freedom.

"I want to ask His Royal Highness the Crown Prince for something." Furuodao.

Mo Heng looked at her: "You deceive me like this, why do you think I will help you?" ”

Furuo: "Doesn't His Royal Highness the Crown Prince have a place to hide it from me?" ”

"What's the matter?"

"I want to write a letter to my family."

-

When Fu Ruo blew herself up, he also thought that Mo Heng would not be able to stand this bullying, and then killed her in anger.

In the end, it didn't.

He kept her from killing now, probably because she was still useful.

When she healed his leg, he would be the first to karma her?

He couldn't kill her, as long as she wanted to escape from this place, no one could stop her.

Fu Ruo peeled pine nuts and ate them while thinking about things, I don't know how Shen Wanqing and Princess Jin Guo are going, he swore in front of her, he was cursed by her, and at least half of the luck value of the Heavenly Dao fell on him.

One more thing.

Furuo suddenly sat up, she looked at the night sky outside the window, and muttered silently: "I'm not Song Furuo, I don't love Shen Wanqing, I'm happy to die when Shen Wanqing is dead, I don't have to stay in Zhixiang Village anymore!" ”

After reading the whole paragraph, there was no imaginary pain of being pricked by needles all over my body, and I didn't feel anything.

Furua almost jumped out of bed.

Song Furuo is dead, there is no Song Furuo in the world, only Furuo.

Free! She's free!

-

Prime Minister's Office.

On this day, Song Zhiqing returned home from school, and was inexplicably stuffed with a letter on the way.

He subconsciously wanted to throw the envelope away, and before throwing it, he caught a glimpse of the beautiful hairpin on the envelope.

He trembled all over, the handwriting of the little sister is the handwriting of the little sister!

Song Zhiqing walked home on weekdays, but on this day he hired an extra carriage and rushed back to the prime minister's mansion with more money for the coachman.

In the study of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Song Guantang stood in front of his six sons.

He held the envelope, and before he opened it, he told the sixth son with a solemn face: "Don't tell your mother about this, do you understand?" ”

The six sons nodded one after another, Song Guantang frowned tightly and opened the envelope, his movements were very slow, he was afraid, he was afraid......

He was afraid that this was a farewell letter, and he would be separated from his daughter forever.

The six sons all looked anxiously at their father reading the letter, and the fifth Song Zhiming couldn't help it: "Dad, what's wrong with the little sister?" ”

Song Guantang's face was suddenly sad, and the hearts of the six sons were cold, and the eyes of the third Song Zhihan suddenly turned red: "Dad, is it ......?"

One person was red-eyed, and the other brothers were also red-eyed.

They worked together to create the illusion of martyrdom for the little sister in Zhixiang Village, not to let her really die, but to want her to go home!

Song Kwun Tong was overjoyed after reading the letter, and saw that his six sons all had tears in their eyes, he was stunned for a moment, and asked, "What are you all crying about?" ”

Song Zhiyue reacted the fastest: "Dad, is she okay little sister?" ”

Song Kwun Tong pondered the words and said slowly: "Ruo'er has no worries about her life for the time being, she wants us to rest assured, but she said that she can't tell us where she is at this time." ”

Song Zhiqing was very happy: "As long as the little sister is fine!" ”

The second son, Song Zhiyuan, always loves to worry about the sky more than the other five sons, "It's just that there is no worry about life for the time being, so what ......about the future?"

Song Zhiming hugged Song Zhiyuan and walked out: "Second brother, don't think nonsense, the little sister said that she was fine, that is, it was really fine, you have to believe her!" ”

-

The forbidden room is the darkest place in the Qianwang Mansion, there is no ray of sunlight that can shine into the forbidden room, and it is also the coolest place in the entire Qianwang Mansion.

There was a faint smell of blood in the forbidden room, the fresh blood stained by the whip on the high place had not yet dried, and the rest of the torture instruments were neatly arranged.

"Master, it's not good for your injuries here, we ......"

"Lone wolf, you go out."

The lone wolf pursed his lips, and after a thousand entanglements, he said, "Yes." ”

Mo Heng was the only one in the forbidden room.

He picked up a dagger, and with a slight touch of his fingertips, a wound was torn open by the blade.

The blood fell drop by drop, but Mo Heng didn't seem to feel anything, just looked at the finger cut by the dagger and lost his mind.

His and her questions and answers rang in his ears.

[What are you trying to do]

[Money, power]

disappointed Song Furuo, he was not His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty, not His Royal Highness the Crown Prince whom she admired when she was a child, he was just the most useless and neglected idle prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty - Mo Heng.

Mo Heng hooked the corners of his mouth, he suddenly wanted to know if that woman knew that he was not the crown prince she had in mind.

He has no real power in his hands, and he can't give her the glory and wealth she wants, what kind of expression will she have.

I'll hate him.

Hate him.

There are so many people who hate him in this world, and there is no shortage of her.

He was hated by the concubines in the palace as soon as he was born, his own mother died silently, he was raised by the queen under his knees, and at the age of three he did not know how to hide his intelligence.

Since then, there has been a lame Seven Princes in the palace.

The Seventh Prince is dignified and amazingly talented, but he is a cripple.

There is no dynasty that will let a cripple become the crown prince.

Not to mention that he came from a humble background, and was born to the emperor and the palace maid after he was drunk.

Mo Heng played with the dagger in his hand, which was given to him by his father, such a beautiful dagger should not have belonged to him, but his fifth brother didn't want it, so it was his.

Song Furuo, he thought she was different from others.