Just as the man was about to bully himself, the woman said in a deserted voice: "Hmph, legitimate son? What do you think of Yang Zan? He is your flesh and blood, he is your legitimate son.

Besides, are you sure your princess is pregnant with a legitimate son? Also, your concubines are not vegetarians. You should know that it is terrible for women to be jealous. Can she be born?”

A trace of sinister flashed in the man's eyes, and was soon covered up by gentleness. He turned around and hugged the woman, buried his head between the woman's hair, and whispered in a flattering tone. The woman's face was flushed, and the man's hands began to wander around her. The two completely forgot about their previous displeasure.

Hua Shang entered the hall with the lamp, but she didn't want to see this scene under the faint light. Her heart trembled and the lamp fell to the ground. The man and the woman discovered Hua Shang. After Hua Shang saw the man's face clearly, her breathing became rapid.

Hua Shang retreated in fear and turned around and ran towards the half-closed palace gate. However, the man strangled her neck in an instant. His pale face turned red due to poor breathing. She said intermittently: "King Wei Zhao..."

The man increased his strength after hearing this, and his expression became ferocious. Hua Shang closed his eyes, but cut the man's hand that was pinching her neck with his sharp nails, and then his hands were hanging down, his face turned dark purple.

King Zhao of Wei shook Hua Shang away, spat in disgust, and then turned around and walked towards the woman.

The people on the roof left quietly, like the wind, leaving no trace.

In an instant, moans and panting came from the hall again, and no one had noticed that the corpse on the ground had long disappeared.

The room is full of beautiful scenery, and the spring is shy and bright moon is red.

In the dark night, a figure quickly shuttled through the palace. Looking at it with the moonlight, it was Hua Shang, who had already died.

For a moment, Hua Shang stopped in front of the imperial study room, his eyes flashed slightly, and he turned over and entered the study room.

"It was the princess who asked me to help the emperor. King Zhao of Wei has now been infected with the Heart-Devouring Gu. This Gu is hidden very deeply and is not easy to detect. Moreover, I am the only one in this world who has an antidote. Half a year later, King Zhao of Wei lost all his internal strength and finally died of poisoning." Hua Shang said lightly.

Yang Jian was slightly stunned, then smiled and said, "Thank you for your help, please convey Chu's thanks on your behalf."

Hua Shang lowered her eyes and said, "It is you who want to form an alliance with the princess and help each other. It is natural for you to support each other. The princess doesn't care about the emperor's gratitude, but only whether the emperor can keep his promise and keep peace and cold."

Yang Jian got up and left the wooden chair, took a brush, and wrote something quickly on the white rice paper. Finally, he said in a plain tone: "I remember that since I was an ally and the princess helped me, how could I break the bridge? I should be helping the princess. If you hand this letter to her, you will understand Chu's sincerity and will feel at ease to marry here."

Putting the letter in her sleeve, Hua Shang looked serious and asked seriously: "The princess will be married here in a few days. The emperor married the princess and promised the position of queen. Is everything just to eliminate treacherous ministers?"

Yang Jian nodded and said in a flash: "I have someone I love. I and the princess are just a relationship of mutual use. Girls should not think too much."

Hua Shang's lips moved, but she said nothing. She turned around and left, finally arrived at the door of the study, closed her eyes and said, "Whether you have someone you love or someone you don't love, I just beg the emperor to be kind to the princess, princess, very pitiful."

After the words came, Hua Shang flew away, and the sound of breathing could be heard in the huge imperial study room, and his cold look was heartbreaking.

The gray sky scattered a lot of snow, and the cold winter wind rolled up the deep yellow and withered grassroots.

Dugu Jialuo lifted the red veil and poked his head slightly outside the phoenix sedan chair. His beautiful eyes were filled with tears, and his red lips were bitten white, staring at the beautiful rivers and mountains of Anliang Kingdom.

Suddenly, tears fell like rain. The Dugu Mansion was defeated by her mother. A brave and warlike heroine, after enjoying the wealth of the past clouds, ended up committing suicide in the cold palace.

Every piece of loess and every mountain in Huayin has the footprints and blood of her mother.

Dugu Jialuo's heart was like a knife, making her so painful that she could hardly breathe. The tears stopped when Dugu Jialuo looked at the height of the city tower. Looking at the bright yellow bloated figure, her narrow eyes were no longer heartache and weakness, only endless cruelty and hatred. Her fingers were sinking deep into the palms, leaving blood marks. She swore that this was the last time she cried, and there would be no more in the future.

The bitter wind rolled the dead branches. Dugu Jialuo looked at his hometown with nostalgia and gently closed the curtain of the sedan chair with the last glance. She closed her eyes. Everything around her was still. She could only hear the whistling wind. In an instant, Dugu Jialuo opened his eyes and took out a jade Xiao with a ruyi silk ribbon from his big red wide-mouth sleeve. After thinking about it, he put Chang Xiao on his lips.

The snow is still falling, the cold wind is still raging, and the vast world is filled with sad and cool music.

The song is "Love Heart" written by her mother. This song was once imitated by various countries. The only one in the world who can play "Love Heart" intact is her mother. Later, her mother taught her how to play it. Now, she is the only one in the world who can play this song, and everyone thinks that this song is lost with the death of the Queen of Anliang Kingdom Daimeiyu.

When her mother taught her, she told her that "Love Heart" was a love song that only kind and affectionate people could play. Now, her kindness is probably not much left, and love is also stopped when she was fourteen years old... Now, she is just a chess piece for marriage.

Dugu Jialuo closed the big red gold and silver phoenix bird on his body and looked at the phoenix pattern. He covered it with a cheerful chees and closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

Anliang Kingdom is located in an extremely cold place with icebergs on all sides. It is mostly cloudy and cold weather all year round. It rarely has sunny days. In winter, white snow falls every day, and it accumulates into a thick layer. From a distance, it looks white.

At this time, in Qijing, the warm sun was hanging high, and peonies were blooming all over the imperial capital.

In the palace, Yang Jian was wearing a red wedding dress, playing with a pink pearl in his hand, and a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Suddenly, a burst of rapid footsteps came from outside the palace. Yang Jian's narrow eyes burst into anger. Who dared to make such noise in the palace, but didn't want to push the door and enter was Xue Zehai, the eunuch who grew up with him since childhood. Yang Jian stopped his anger, put the pearl in his belt, and started drinking again.

Xue Zehai hurriedly stepped forward to stop Yang Jian's actions and said, "Your Majesty, today is your happy day. You should not drink this Qionglu wine too much. Now you should leave everything behind and sincerely marry the Princess Anliang Kingdom!"

Yang Jian turned the wine glass in his hand and smiled and said, "A drunkenness relieves thousands of sorrows, everything is hard to turn back. Ahai, you don't understand, this Qionglu wine is really delicious, it can relieve worries and sorrows. When you get drunk in the world, you are greedy for delicious food."

Even though he said that, his eyes were looking at a black shadow on the wooden window. He immediately raised a sneer on the corner of his mouth and gave Xue Zehai a wink...

Xue Zehai received Yang Jian's instructions and refused to speak for a long time.

Suddenly, the hall was quiet.

After a long time, Xue Zehai let go of his hand holding the wine pot, and then said helplessly: "Master, have you forgotten why Concubine Liu was framed, why was he thrown into the cold palace, and why did he endure it for five years?

Your Majesty, are you worthy of Concubine Liu? Are you worthy of Concubine Liu? Are you worthy of the late emperor? How should you protect Mrs. Ronghua? Could you make her the target of public criticism like the previous Concubine Liu?"

Hearing this, Yang Jian's body trembled and his expression stopped drinking. He stopped drinking wine, but threw the wine pot to the ground. The slightly yellow precious wine spilled all over the floor, and the fragrance of wine was filled with the imperial study.

After a while, Yang Jian said self-mockery: "Yes, it's because I'm incompetent and I'm not good at it. It's because of my mother's mother who admits that she has an affair with the imperial physician and is sent to the cold palace. Even the death of the fifth brother is because of me. I'm so incompetent that I shouldn't be alive."

After the words finished, he pushed all the memorials on the table, and the ground was in a mess. He pounded his right hand tightly into a fist and pounded it hard on the wall. But he heard a dull sound. It turned out that Xue Zehai had endured this fierce punch with his body, and bleeding from the corners of his mouth.

Finally, the dark shadow outside the hall left.

After a long time, Yang Jian said, "Look, in this huge palace, people are monitoring me everywhere. I am a coward, I am afraid that the young men from ordinary people live happier than me. I am really tired, so tired. Why, why were you born in the royal family? Why are you not an ordinary person? Why... "

Seeing the man so pitiful, Xue Zehai couldn't help but feel sore in the corners of his eyes. He opened his mouth and said a lot but didn't know where to start, so he simply didn't say it.

For a moment, Yang Jian said to Xue Zehai in an extremely desolate voice: "Ahai, I am the only one left of you now. You have grown up with me. I believe in you. Will you always follow me?"

Xue Zehai met Yang Jianqing, longingly gaze, nodded sincerely, and then said: "A servant was sold by his family when he was five years old, and was sold to a brothel by human traffickers, almost becoming a dirty little waiter.

If it weren't for the emperor, I'm afraid that life would be worse than death. From then on, I've understood that human hearts are sinister. It was also from then on that time that I've vowed to follow the emperor for the rest of my life, regardless of life and death, only about friendship and friendship, not afraid of being a sea of ​​swords and fires, or just for being powerless."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian smiled slightly, his smile as if it were like the Tianshan snow lotus, elegant and noble.

In the hall, there was silent, and from time to time, a few birds cries came from outside the hall.

After a long time, Yang Jian said powerlessly: "A few days ago, I went to find my mother's wife. She was not doing well and she lost a lot of weight. The dilapidated Lock Spring Hall is like a thatched hut. I don't know how she has spent the past five years. I hate myself and recognize the thief as my mother.

Let the person who is truly in chaos in the harem be free and easy, but let my biological mother suffer. I only blame me for not having enough troops. Otherwise, I will definitely want the adulterer and the mistress to die without a place to bury him." At this point, my eyes were blood red and my appearance was terrifying.

Xue Zehai opened his mouth and was about to say something, but was interrupted by the shouts outside the hall.

"The good time has arrived. Please move to Tai Chi Hall and worship the Queen."
Chapter completed!