Now, in front of the Manchu Dynasty's civil and military forces, Zhuang Feiyu and Zhuang Fuyao turned against each other, and there was no need for him and Zhuang Mengdie to hide it, Zhuang Fuyao fled in fear of crime, and now Zhuang Feiyu and Zhuang Mengdie have joined forces, this situation could not be clearer.

Out of the imperial city, Zhuang Mengdie personally sent Zhuang Feiyu into the carriage and went to Zhuang Feiyu's mansion with him. Zhuang Feiyu's mansion is not very close to the imperial city, and along the way, it seems that Zhuang Mengdie is taking care of Zhuang Feiyu, who is injured, but in fact, Zhuang Feiyu is taking care of Zhuang Mengdie, who is weak.

Although Zhuang Feiyu couldn't bear to see Zhuang Mengdie suffer from this carriage and horse, after all, she was weak, and she spent a night in Empress Zhuang's bedroom last night, she should have gone back to her mansion to rest early, but seeing Zhuang Mengdie's worried eyes when she looked at her, Zhuang Feiyu's heart rippled again, he wanted Zhuang Mengdie to be by his side all the time, if so, let alone be supported by Zhuang Zhuang's sword, he was willing to give up anything.

When he arrived at Zhuang Feiyu's mansion, the doctor of the royal palace cleaned, medicated, and bandaged the wound on Zhuang Feiyu's shoulder, and it was already afternoon. Zhuang Mengdie carefully put on Zhuang Feiyu's coat, gently stroked the wound on Zhuang Feiyu's shoulder through the coat, stared at Zhuang Feiyu affectionately, and said: "Although this is the second emperor brother injured by the imperial sister, but it is Mengdie who owes the second imperial brother, the second imperial brother did it for Mengdie, Mengdie will never forget it in her life." ”

Zhuang Feiyu stroked Zhuang Mengdie's white and soft hands, looked at his own shadow in her flowing affectionate eyes, and couldn't help but look stupid, he was indeed crazy, obsessed with her, crazy for her, if not, how could he know that Zhuang Mengdie was not a royal bloodline, and still bent on seeking the throne of Tianxuan Kingdom for her, and even did not hesitate to kill his mother and frame Zhuang Fuyao, who had always been good friends with him.

Zhuang Mengdie looked at Zhuang Feiyu looking at her obsessive gaze, slowly withdrew her hand, she chuckled twice, called the servants who were waiting outside the door in, told them to let the dining room cook a few small dishes, and ordered someone to go to the pharmacy to fry the blood tonic medicine prescribed by the doctor.

It was time for lunch, and the dining room had already been prepared, but in a few moments, the meals were brought in one by one. Zhuang Feiyu suffered a sword wound in the shoulder, and his movements were not as smooth as usual.

Zhuang Mengdie saw it in her eyes, smiled and snatched the chopsticks in Zhuang Feiyu's hand, pinched a chopstick fish, carefully removed the fish bones, and handed them to Zhuang Feiyu's mouth.

Zhuang Feiyu was a little embarrassed, how could he ever let people be fed like this, let alone let His Royal Highness, who was also noble, do such a thing. He didn't want to bother Zhuang Mengdie to serve him, coughed dryly, and said embarrassedly: "It's good that I'll come by myself, a little injury won't get in the way." ”

Zhuang Feiyu said and took the chopsticks from Zhuang Mengdie's hand, he held the chopsticks with the fish in his left hand, and carefully sent the fish to his mouth, but unfortunately the smooth and soft fish fell on the table before it reached his mouth.

Zhuang Mengdie couldn't help but laugh, her second emperor brother, if she held a sword in her left hand, she might not be so clumsy, she took another pair of chopsticks on the table, and took a chopstick dish to Zhuang Feiyu's mouth, and said coquettishly: "Let me feed the second emperor brother, the second emperor brother was injured for Mengdie, if the second emperor brother does not follow, he will teach Mengdie to feel uncomfortable." ”

When Zhuang Feiyu heard Zhuang Mengdie say this, he couldn't postpone it any longer, so he had to smile helplessly and shook his head gently, and then had lunch with the food that Zhuang Mengdie fed to his mouth.

Zhuang Feiyu suffered a sword wound on the main hall today, although he did not have to worry about his life, but he also lost too much blood and needed to recuperate, Zhuang Mengdie accompanied Zhuang Feiyu to lunch, and watched him take the decoction sent by the pharmacy with his own eyes, until the sun set in the west, he left Zhuang Feiyu's mansion and went home.

Zhuang Mengdie is not the biological flesh and blood of Empress Zhuang, because she has not been favored by Empress Zhuang since she was a child, although her mansion is not too far from the imperial city, but it is not luxurious, and it can even be said that the mansion is desolate, it is said that it was specially built by the previous empress to imprison a pillow person, and after Empress Zhuang succeeded to the throne, she directly repaired the original mansion slightly, and used it as a mansion for Zhuang Mengdie as an adult.

As soon as Zhuang Mengdie entered the mansion, he couldn't help but tighten his robe with both hands, several towering trees in the mansion blocked the sunshine from the west, only leaking a little bit of light, under the dense shade of the trees, even in the hot summer, it was a little cold for the weak Zhuang Mengdie, not to mention that it was late autumn now.

Zhuang Mengdie's cronies Xiao Gu saw that Zhuang Mengdie couldn't stand the cold, and repeatedly suggested that her master should be inconvenient to cut down this big tree that covered the sky and the sun, although Zhuang Mengdie was not favored by Empress Zhuang, but this was her own mansion after all, Empress Zhuang had never set foot in a single step, let alone punish her for cutting down a few trees without permission.

But Zhuang Mengdie refused, she would rather freeze in this cold palace shrouded in the shade of the trees, rather than cut down the big trees that have witnessed the cold of many worlds. Although she is frail, she has her stubbornness, she has her persistence, and what she decides will never be easily changed.

Zhuang Mengdie returned to her mansion, only to drink a hot tea, last night with her into the palace to work a few guards were already waiting in the courtyard, only to hear Zhuang Mengdie lightly slapped twice, then a tall black cloth bag was carried over, carefully placed in front of Zhuang Mengdie, and then stood quietly aside, listening to Zhuang Mengdie's fall.

Zhuang Mengdie leaned over and opened the black cloth bag, revealing Sima Xuan's miserable but calm face in the black cloth bag, Zhuang Mengdie looked quietly for a moment before getting up silently, she turned her back to Sima Xuan's body, stood with her hands in her hands, and did not say a word for a long time. Although it was not Sima Xuan who she killed with her own hands, her hands were stained with Sima Xuan's blood, this was the first time she killed someone with her own hands, and she also knew that this would definitely not be the last.

Until twilight fell, the light green robe that swayed in the wind still did not leave, and the few guards who stood behind Zhuang Mengdie and waited for her orders saw that she seemed to no longer exist, and finally someone opened her mouth and whispered two calls to His Royal Highness.

"Find a remote place, and bury General Sima in a good way, and the tombstone will not be necessary. Zhuang Mengdie finally spoke slowly, brushed the wet dew on her clothes and left.

Back to her bedroom, Zhuang Mengdie dismissed the servants who were waiting to serve, closed the door, she took a pot of wine, leaned on the carved windowsill, looked at the huge shadow cast by the big tree not far in front of her, and poured herself up, she was frail, she shouldn't drink, but she preferred wine, maybe from childhood to adulthood, in the fact that she was snubbed by her mother again and again, only a pot of spirits could warm her heart.

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