Chapter 395

On the day of the emperor's birthday, the flames in the cold palace had already been put out, but smoke was rising from the Yangxin palace and Jingren Palace at the same time.

The man was still in a simple black dress. He stood in front of the palace gate, looking at a small part of the palace gate which was broken by the uya rebels who were forced to take the palace in front of him. A sneering smile spread out from the corners of his lips. The people who followed him were still the fake bodyguards. At this time, they were still wearing the bodyguards' clothes, but their faces were more confident of winning.

"Lord, there is chaos inside. The forbidden army is temporarily blocked by the dead, but they are so large that they can't be blocked for too long. But a moment later, uya's people should be gone, just to make them fight each other

Hearing this, the man in Xuanyi glanced at the huge gilded plaque on his head in front of him, and his voice became colder and colder: "what about those dark guards who are fed by the emperor?"

"In return, some of the secret guards were killed by the queen, some of the others were bought by uyashi, and a small part was probably not enough to protect the emperor in front of so many people."

"Therefore, according to the plan, the imperial guards mutinied and killed the queen, and then put the blame on nanjinglong." After saying this, Xuanyi man's eyes moved slightly. His pale and thin fingers touched the stove, and his face looked pale and blue in the morning light, "the little prince from Wuya's family?"

On hearing this, the man dressed as a fake bodyguard stepped forward immediately. His face was slightly complicated, and he lowered his voice and reported in a whisper: "although we didn't do anything, the little prince was strangled to death by an unwelcome concubine when he was in the palace change."

"Not really fight, but can't wait to start the dog bite dog." The man in Xuanyi saw the subtle change in his face, but his eyes were black and could not see anything clearly. An abnormal red suddenly flashed on his pale face, and his uncontrollable cough was immediately followed by a ring, "so, that Cough... "

"Lord!"

"Nothing." The man in Xuanyi couldn't stop coughing in his throat, but his eyes were cold as a polished blade, and his voice was hoarse and deep. "The palace is in chaos at this time, and the guards are not here. It's a good time to start. Don't worry about me!"

Hearing this, the fake bodyguard immediately stepped back and took several dead men behind him to bow to the man in Xuanyi. After that, he quickly walked towards the palace gate, and soon disappeared in the palace wall with thick smoke and bloody smell.

Blood and fire, hatred and hatred, greed and revenge, pain and death, or betrayal and deep love.

Jiang Luoyu stood quietly beside him until the fake bodyguard left, and her eyes flashed over the black smoke column in front of her. He did not want to see those ridiculous and pitiful dramas any more. His eyes fell on the side of his body, and he tried to suppress his hoarse cough in his throat. He subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to help him. However, when he stretched out his hand through his thin body, he could only bite his teeth and not let his throat burst out the same lament.

Retribution.

He has to suffer, to suffer, to endure -

this is a previous life, and he has lost his retribution.

The chaos in the palace has been going on. The sounds of war and war are repeated again and again. The white marble slab under the foot is completely dyed dark red with blood, and the black corner of the garment is also soaked with a strong smell of blood. I don't know how long later, the fragrance of plum blossom faintly spreads from the wall. When I come back to my senses, my feet have left with the figure The emperor's palace paved with white bones and blood returned to the courtyard of Murong mansion, which was full of flowers and fragrant garden.

The courtyard is still so quiet. The plum blossoms in the corner of the wall are gradually blooming, and the faint fragrance flows into the nose, which disperses the blood color dyed red half of the sky. All the chaos outside the wall is far away from here, as if it had been a lifetime.

Jiang Luoyu stopped slowly, showing a faint smile. When her fingers touched the man's calm face, she heard the false bodyguard report: "Lord, the queen is dead, and the branch of Wuya family is moving. One of the two families of Wuya family who came back from the border crossing was assassinated and the other seriously injured. In a short time, he stopped in the middle of the road, and arrived at the destination in a short time No, it's the capital. " "Since one of them is dead, the other one will not live long. Dajin will fall into the flames of war again. Xiao is the only one who still has strength. It is estimated that he will take this opportunity to destroy Wuya's branch, and I will pay back the life I owe him. Since then, the two Qing dynasties have been cleared."

The man in Xuanyi who was sitting there still couldn't see him, but suddenly his face moved slightly. His fingers on his knees stretched forward. Jiang Luoyu saw his movement, and then moved forward. She put her cheek on the back of his hand and gently closed her eyes. The cold voice in his ear was already ringing.

"The most important thing is that Murong's hatred, the mother's and father's hatred, has finally been fully compensated."

"Lord, after that..."

The man in Xuanyi looked at the empty place beside his hand, as if he was a bit of a Leng God. After a long time, he came back to the God, collected his glass colored eyes and sighed: "go down."

Hearing the footsteps of Murong's people fading away, Jiang Luoyu could not help looking up at her eyes, which were squinting but still moving in the sun. She knelt down beside the man and was just about to kiss the pale lips. However, the man who was surrounded by him but didn't know it suddenly stood up on the table and walked step by step towards the deep and long corridor.Jiang Luoyu followed him step by step. He coughed in a low voice and walked in the dark corridor with the pillars on one side, until he finally stopped in front of a small house with red silk.

Seeing the red silk on the cottage and the red letter on it, Jiang Luoyu was stiff and had a sharp pain in her chest. Almost instantly, she knew where this place was.

the carved door was pushed open with a squeak, reflecting the long table in the room, the whole room covered with red silk, and the joint burial coffin in the middle of the room, which was similar to that in the joint burial coffin Is in a deep sleep, in fact, has already stopped breathing, skin has already turned green gray, face is incomparably familiar with his own.

As soon as the door was pushed open, the only person standing in the room immediately turned back. When he saw that the man in Xuanyi opened the door, he immediately knelt down on the ground, and the tears that he was trying to hold on to his eyes finally fell down. His beautiful face was raised, and his fingers were tightly clenched on the ground, sobbing in a low voice.

"Lord!"

"Well done, Kia." The man in Xuanyi raised his hand and motioned for her to stand up. His eyes passed through the room, and his eyes seemed to be a little satisfied. Finally, she stopped on her tearful face. Her long fingers brushed the two sets of bright red clothes on the table, and finally a smile appeared on the corner of her lips.

"Go out, you are not needed here."

When Qiya heard this, her eyes widened slowly, as if she didn't dare to look again. She suddenly closed her eyes and knocked on the ground with a thump on her head. Then she said intermittently, "Lord Qiya, goodbye, Lord! May the Lord, the Lord and his wife, all the way All the way

The man in Xuanyi slowly raised his steps and passed by her side. He did not look down at her again. His pale and thin fingertips touched the wine pot on the table and the cup beside the wine pot. His expression was unexpectedly quiet and peaceful, and his voice was extremely low. He said, "Qiya, when I'm dead, if you don't want to stay here again, you should leave quickly. There's nothing to love about this place. Go back to the Miao Autonomous Region. "

Jiang Luoyu leaned against the door and lowered her head. She bit her teeth again. There was a buzz in his ears. The dazzling red color made him dare not lift his eyes, and he could hardly hear the voices of the two people close at hand.

Miao women have already walked out of the house, choking to close the door, but Xuanyi seems not willing to take care of other things. After rubbing his fingers on the wine pot filled with poisonous wine, he slowly straightens up and walks to the dark but red silk coffin. With a smile, she puts her face down and pastes it on the gray skin and murmurs.

"How many years, yu'er I never thought that I could be married to you before I died. God is not so cruel to me... "

Jiang Luoyu watched the man bow his head and kiss the man in the coffin. He spread the red clothes on the desk table gently on the man. He slowly took off his black clothes and replaced them with the prepared red ones. His pale and ferocious face was surprisingly soft and beautiful in such bright colors.

He clenched his fingers and watched him stand up and went to the table. He filled the two cups with the blue bitter wine in the wine pot. After gazing at the red line under the cup, he suddenly raised his hand and threw the wine pot and several wine jars on the table towards the room. The gust of wine fragrance spread in the room with the sound of shattering.

The man did not look back, but slowly took out a fire fold from his sleeve and blew it bright. Then he gently threw it on the red gauze soaked in the wine. He let the fire strike and gradually devour the bright red color -

"Zhaomin Zhaomin No! No

Seeing Xuanyi man's thin fingers finally holding up the Heying cup with bitter wine, Jiang Luoyu stepped forward to grab his wrist, but once again he watched his hand slip through his body.

It's just a short distance.

But it will never be touched.

"Don't drink Don't die... "

He can hear his voice hoarse ring, already close to silent, with sweet despair and pain.

Don't die.

Don't die for me.

It's my fault It's all my fault.

He fell to his knees at the feet of the man in Xuanyi. His whole body trembled and could not move. He could only be nailed to the spot and hung his fingers in vain. Watching the man drink the poisonous wine, he slowly lifted the corners of his lips and ignited the bright red curtain covered with red and happy characters. The flames in the sky reflected the ferocious face of the man, but he could no longer hide the bottom of his eyes, which was startled by the glimmer of light The gentleness of moving soul.

"Zhaomin..."

Murmured out the sound, but no one can hear, can only let the words with the faint fragrance of flowers, and the breeze generally dissipated without trace.

His eyes gradually began to blur, the pain of tearing at the bottom of my heart spread. The burning breath was getting closer and closer. The dark red blood slid down his lips. He watched the white jade cup in his hand fall to the ground and smashed into pieces. Shaking his hands, he broke his hair in his ears with his last strength. He gently placed it beside his corpse's ear and lay down on his side.

The fire burned the house, the wooden beams made a terrible crackle, and there were sparks all over the place, only his body was completeThe unreal, trembling fingers can not touch the beloved's increasingly cold skin, and the beautiful eyes that make people can't help kissing, such as extinguish the last shivering spark before.

The illusory soul does not have tears. It can only open its eyes and watch the man quietly lie in the coffin. His hands and his gentle embrace of the body of the previous life. His picturesque eyebrows and eyes stretch out. In the moment before he loses his breath and vitality, it seems that he has finally fallen into some kind of safe and beautiful dream. A tear slides down the pale corner of his eye and drops on another one that has already lost his life On the cheek of the machine. This should be a thin red, but at this time, the lips constantly gush black blood, open and close.

Eyes sentimental and gentle gaze at the person in his arms, silent said the last sentence.

Goodbye in the afterlife.

Yu'er, see you in the next life.