Instead of letting the emperor of Tianxuan Kingdom fall into her hands, and then dealing with the Sima clan, it is better to let Zhuang Mengdie, who has Zhuang Feiyu in his heart, succeed him as emperor.

Sima Xuan made up his mind, grabbed the crutches leaning against the soft collapse, struggled to prop up his body, and then slowly moved to the bookcase.

Zhuang Mengdie saw that Sima Xuan had reached an agreement with herself, so she quickly got up and gave up her seat to Sima Xuan. Even if Sima Xuan's legs are crippled, as a military general, he doesn't need a weak Zhuang Mengdie to support him, not to mention that as His Royal Highness Zhuang Mengdie, she will never condescend to support Sima Xuan.

Zhuang Mengdie stood aside, silently watching Sima Xuan pick up the pen and write down the address on the paper where the Sima family's art of war was hidden.

After taking the paper handed by Sima Xuan, Zhuang Mengdie wrote down the address, and then put the paper into the incense burner and burned it, so that after Sima Xuan's death, except for Zhuang Mengdie, no one knew where the Sima family's art of war was hidden.

When a bird is dying, its song is mourning, and when a man is dying, his words are good. Zhuang Mengdie didn't question whether the address Sima Xuan gave her was real, and now, there was no need for him to lie to her.

Seeing Zhuang Mengdie burn the paper that contained the Sima family's art of war, Sima Xuan took out a knife from the secret compartment under the bookcase, "Sima Xuan is here to congratulate His Royal Highness in advance on his accession to the throne." Sima Xuan looked at Zhuang Mengdie, the seemingly weak and pitiful Third Highness, the ruthlessness in her bones was definitely compared to Zhuang Yimo, the empress of Zhuang, but it was even better. But he should do it himself, he has done his best, and it is worth using his life to exchange the peace, glory and wealth of the Sima clan.

He Sima Xuan is a "dead" person, no matter who the emperor of Tianxuan Kingdom is, he will never appear in front of the world again, if he is not ashamed of Sima Jun, he should have killed himself from the moment he was captured by Empress Zhuang and imprisoned in this place with his legs broken.

A dignified general, he can kill but not humiliate, he would rather die on the battlefield and be shrouded in horse leather than be imprisoned by Empress Zhuang as a waste person for many years, but he is ashamed of Sima Jun, he can only live, even if he is imprisoned, he can't do anything for Sima Jun's son Zhuang Feiyu, but in this secret room, I can hear that he grows up safely day by day, which can be regarded as relieving a little of his sins.

Now, it's time for him to let go, it's time to be free, if he can still meet Sima Jun under Jiuquan, he can finally say "I'm sorry" to him that he has never had time to say. In this way, he Sima Xuan has nothing to regret in his life.

Thinking of the imminent liberation, Sima Xuan chuckled, and the knife in his hand slashed hard at his left wrist......

In an instant, bright red blood splashed out, dyeing Sima Xuan's plain satin shirt red in an instant, and the blood dripped down his hanging wrists and fingertips to the ground, incomparably poignant.

Zhuang Mengdie always stood aside and watched coldly, the closed bedroom that was not big was filled with a strong smell of blood at the moment, Zhuang Mengdie felt unwell again, and couldn't help coughing, she took out a brocade handkerchief, gently covered her mouth and nose and coughed, until the last drop of blood on the wound on Sima Xuan's left wrist in front of her was gone, and her cough stopped.

Zhuang Mengdie stood quietly aside, and Sima Xuan, who had already been bloodless, was still sitting on the chair, his eyes closed, except for his pale face, as if he was asleep.

I don't know if it's Zhuang Mengdie's illusion, Sima Xuan's mouth actually has a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and his face is leisurely and happy, as if he has never been more relaxed.

A generation of famous generals, not sacrificing their lives for the country on the battlefield, but ending up with such a fate, Zhuang Mengdie stared at Sima Xuan's corpse for a moment, her heart fluctuated, but her eyes were still cold and ruthless, her eyes were slightly closed, and after a long breath, she finally left the secret room with her sleeves brushed off.

The candle flame burning in Empress Zhuang's bedroom was beating, and in addition to the faint smell of blood and herbs in the air, there was also a little ambergris and the smell of burning grease from the lamps and candles that had long been burned out.

Zhuang Mengdie's body was already very sleepy, but her spirit was excellent, the sky outside was close to dawn, and there were a few shallow rays of golden light and shadow spilling through the carved window lattice, driving away the cold meaning of the autumn night.

Zhuang Mengdie wiped her face with a brocade handkerchief, then tidied up her appearance, pushed open the closed door of Empress Zhuang's bedroom, and walked out slowly with heavy steps.

Her gaze passed over the guards who were dutifully waiting outside the palace, and fell on the familiar purple-black figure in the newly lit sky.

Zhuang Feiyu's purple-black robe and jet-black shiny hair were blown by the morning breeze and flew behind his head.

Zhuang Feiyu also saw Zhuang Mengdie who walked out of the dormitory, he looked at her eyebrows and smiled lightly, walked quickly to her side, and gently draped a light cyan soft robe that had been prepared early in the morning and put it on the crook of his arm on Zhuang Mengdie's body, he looked at Zhuang Mengdie, who was a little pale and haggard, and complained softly in her ear: "It's late autumn now, and it's freezing sooner or later, your body is weak, so you always have to wear more clothes." It's over, if you don't go back to rest earlier, why bother staying up until dawn. I'll do all these things. ”

Zhuang Mengdie let Zhuang Feiyu put her coat away for her, covered her mouth and coughed lightly twice, and said with a smile at Zhuang Feiyu: "Mengdie knows that the second emperor brother left ahead of schedule, and after arranging the rest of the things, he will definitely bring a piece of clothing for Mengdie, and the second emperor brother will remember that Mengdie likes this faint light cyan color the most." ”

"The second emperor brother is talking to you about business, don't dress so little next time, lest you freeze your body. Zhuang Feiyu evoked a helpless smile, even with helplessness, it was extremely warm. In Zhuang Mengdie's soft eyes, he couldn't say a word of reproach to her, even if those reproaches were because he cared about her and cared about her.

Zhuang Feiyu took Zhuang Mengdie's hand, her hand was slightly cold, Zhuang Feiyu gently rubbed Zhuang Mengdie's hand, and said softly: "Let's go." ”

Zhuang Mengdie nodded and walked down the steps with Zhuang Feiyu's side. After taking two steps, Zhuang Feiyu turned around and glanced at the few imperial doctors who were still standing behind them at this time, and those imperial doctors were brought to Empress Zhuang's bedroom when Zhuang Feiyu's genius was bright.

"What are you still doing here? Why don't you go and ask for the pulse of Her Majesty the Empress? Her Majesty's dragon body has been getting worse lately, and you, as a royal doctor, are so useless? What kind of disease has Her Majesty been infected with, or what kind of poison has been infected, you must take a closer look, if something goes wrong, ...... the pool."

Zhuang Feiyu's words were not loud, let alone how cold they were, but several imperial doctors heard them clearly, and they didn't dare to miss a word, Zhuang Feiyu's last words lengthened the end and didn't continue.