Chapter 47

Han Shuang's face was like dough that had been poured out of a frying pan. It was pale and then browned, and then it was ugly black.

After meeting countless times, she would tell him her grievances like this, complaining that he was merciless and cold-blooded.

At first, she would feel guilty, but as time passed, Han Shuang had to believe that she was wronged. She didn't seem to betray anyone for the reward, and she never lied.

until now.

Li Jingyun stood in front of her, played her hypocritical appearance over and over, and then lowered his eyes and asked her softly, "Do you know how disgusting you feel when watching you lie for five years without saying a word?"

The strings that had been tensing in my heart suddenly snapped.

Han Shuang grabbed the fence, her throat was so tight that she couldn't breathe, she rolled her eyes and panicked to explain: "I wasn't... I was only twelve years old back then, how do I know what can be done and what can't be done? Brother Jing Yun, I really didn't mean it, I was just fascinated—"

"And then I was obsessed for five years." He interrupted her and raised his eyes coldly, "Master gave you a chance for up to five years."

Even if you admit your mistake once?

"I..." Anxious and embarrassed, Han Shuang burst into tears, and slid down a few inches against the fence, muttering and repeating, "I really didn't mean it, I really didn't."

A twelve-year-old girl is at the height of her vanity. When a girl from another family received a reward from a concubine in the palace, she showed off her tail with her tail raised. She was jealous and naturally wanted to come.

At that time, when the Great Wei Dynasty was destroyed, and countless loyal officials of the Yin royal family were at large, Feng Zixu was the most famous wise man among them. Brother Jing Yun admired his reputation and hid him in his yard. At that time, they had no guesses. Brother Jing Yun never guarded against her. When she was hanging out in the east courtyard, she happened to have a face-to-face with Feng Zixu.

She still remembered Feng Zixu's appearance, like a worn-out ancient book. Although his clothes were ragged, his bearing was gorgeous, and his eyebrows were full of emotions that she could not understand.

Exactly the same as the picture on the wanted notice.

With a little devil in his heart, when Han Shuang greeted the eldest princess, he suddenly opened his mouth and asked for credit.

She did love him after all. She didn't say that she was from the Li family, but only said that Feng Zixu disguised herself and deceived brother Jing Yun. The eldest princess was magnanimous and didn't blame the Li family, but only captured Feng Zixu and chopped off his head.

Han Shuang didn't think it was a big deal. Feng Zixu and Jing Yun's brother just met by chance. It was worth taking a stranger's life for her to raise her eyebrows.

At that time, she got three strings of agate and jadeite chains, two jade bracelets with excellent water heads, and a beautiful beaded and emerald crested hat. They were dressed neatly, and she suppressed the girls who liked to compare with her for several years. look up.

But at the moment, Han Shuang knelt down in front of him, suddenly regretting like crazy.

If it comes again, she doesn't want to choose those rewards. It's better for the two to continue to grow up without any grudges. He will still protect her, he will only look at her alone, and she must be the one who can welcome her in. , instead of treating her as a thorn in her side as she is now.

Han Shuang raised her head with trembling lips.

Li Jingyun didn't look at her anymore. He turned his head to the side and said slyly: "You're not crying, and Lord is tired of watching. If you want to go to court to testify, you can go, and Lord won't stop you."

With his eyes wide open, Han Shuang shook his head stiffly, grabbed the fence and barely stood up, and said unwillingly, "You will die then."

"It's better to be dead than to be with you." He laughed, but there was no warmth in his eyes. "Miss Han, let's change your mind. I really don't like you."

The words were sharp like a knife, stabbing people in the mouth at once, Han Shuang's eyes were red, bloodshots crawled from the end of her eyes to the pupils, she was hideous and desperate, she had never suffered such humiliation, she was so embarrassed that she wanted to hit the fence.

Wen Guzhi couldn't bear it any longer, and softly persuaded her: "Miss, there is no need, there is no jade tree anywhere in the world."

"He saved my life." Han Shuang murmured with a pale face, "The last time he hanged himself, he still felt bad for me, how long has it been, how long has passed..."

"Third Master is a hard-hearted and soft-hearted man. After all, he grew up together. If you really want to die, he may not feel happy." Wen Guzhi couldn't bear it, "but don't count on him, Miss, you are also a Smart people, this is the most taboo of the third master, you have committed it, so don't say it, leave some respect for the Han family, and let's go."

Han Shuang cried and laughed, wiped her face with a veil, and asked Li Jingyun stubbornly, "If it wasn't me who betrayed you, would you have been willing to marry me when you were eighteen?"

Li Jingyun opened his mouth to answer with mockery in his eyes.

Han Shuang suddenly panicked. She grabbed her skirt and paced in place, turning around to cover her ears: "I know, I know the answer, you don't need to say it."

She looked up, her whole body shaking so much that she couldn't straighten her tongue: "But the person you marry, she will also count on you."

"You men look at women with very shallow eyelids. You really think she is a good person. Just wait and see, the day she will betray Brother Jing Yun."

"..."

The skirt swept over, causing the candles on the wall to flicker on and off. Han Shuang walked away in a hurry, shaking his body, and the sound of footsteps gradually drifted away.

Wen Guzhi looked at her in astonishment, then sat back opposite Li Jingyun and pointed in the direction she left: "Now the little girls are so cruel? If you can't get it, you have to curse a few words."

Li Jingyun seemed to be thinking about something, and his expression was a little dignified. After a while, he responded and poured wine for him.

Wen Guzhi raised his head and drank it, still a little indignant: "Little sister-in-law is such a good person, and she has no background, how can she stick a knife in people's back like her."

After stroking the rim of the cup, Li Jingyun pursed his lips and glanced in the direction of the skylight with a complicated expression.

It's almost dusk outside the window.

The splendid sunset covered the sky, Huayue sat in the east courtyard with a blanket and opened her mouth to bite down on the chicken legs that Su Miao fed.

She said vaguely: "Miss Biao, I'm not really a miscarriage, so I don't need to eat so much."

"It's from the kitchen, if you don't eat it, you won't eat it." Su Miao said while feeding her, "The unsightly yard in the mansion is finally gone, the servants in the mansion are so happy that they are all vying to give it to her. You take care of your body, you, rest in peace for two days, and leave the rest to uncle and them to take care of."

Huayue nodded, her eyes drifting to the person standing on the other side of the courtyard.

Shen Zhiluo came with Su Miao, but since he came in until now, he didn't say a word, just stared at the magnolia tree in the yard.

"Miss Biao." Shuang Jiang suddenly shouted from outside, "Madam, please come over."

Su Miao hurriedly put the chicken leg into her hand, glanced at Shen Zhiluo from the corner of the eye, didn't say much, just smiled and said to her, "I'll be back when I go."

"Okay." Huayue responded and watched her step out of the hospital door.

There was an evening breeze in the yard, and the last magnolia on the branch was not retained, and the half withered petals rustled. Shen Zhiluo stretched out his hand to pick it up, but the petals fell from his hand in a whirl.

The feeling of powerlessness spread from the fingertips to the heart, Shen Zhiluo pursed his lips and squeezed the compass in his hand.

"Sir Shen." The man behind called him.

He paused, packed up his emotions and turned his head, facing Huayue's calm eyes.

When she saw her before, she would resist and ridicule, but now she doesn't know what happened. When she looks at him again, she can be as polite and peaceful as an ordinary old friend.

"Will Li Jingyun escape this time?" she asked.

With the cuffs closed, the stars above were shining brightly, Shen Zhiluo was stunned for a moment, and suddenly smiled bitterly: "You never like to hear my fate."

When he was young, the young master of the West Palace was the smartest and smartest. No matter what he learned, he learned quickly. After writing a word to him, he could not help but ask, "What reward do you want?"

The little man with pink and white jade, answered him without hesitation: "I want your Qiankun plate."

"What do you want this for?"

"Take it and smash it into mud." The little master laughed with two little tiger teeth, both vile and cute, "Then paste the wall."

She hated him so much that he calculated her fate and determined her future. Ten times she took the initiative to come to his palace, and nine times she wanted to steal the Qiankun disk and smash it.

But now, Yin Huayue was leaning on the bench, and she said to him gently: "Please, Lord Shen, take a look."

Shen Zhiluo suddenly felt a pain at the base of his tongue.

He put the Qiankun disk into his cuff, lowered his eyes and said hoarsely: "His life is rich and noble, and there are no twists and turns. If you insist on being with him, he will have a few more tribulations to pass, and now this robbery is not much. Great, you don't have to worry too much."

The bigger ones are yet to come.

Hua Yue understood what he meant, and couldn't help laughing out loud: "My lord knows that I have a disobedient temperament. The more I persuade me, the more I refuse to listen.

"It's what you want to say, don't you listen to yourself, little master." After coughing twice, Shen Zhiluo covered his mouth with a handkerchief and wiped it hard, "After all, you didn't pay attention to us people. inside."

"You, you?" Hua Yue emphasized the last word, and she understood as soon as she rolled her eyes, "Sun Yaozu and the others contacted you recently?"

Shen Zhiluo nodded, the second seal he got from Li Jingyun was the first prince's private seal, so more and more people contacted him recently. Sun Yaozu and Yin Ru were originally watching, but they suddenly figured out for some reason and came to surrender to him.

Some of the courtiers who have been scattered in the Great Wei have completely changed their minds, and some are in vain. It takes a lot of effort to regroup these people. Once they are discovered by Zhou Heshuo, it will be the end of the nine clans.

Fortunately, recently, they have all been distracted by the affairs of the head office, and no one will pay attention to a few ordinary tea parties and banquets.

Shen Zhiluo returned to his senses and suddenly asked, "Have you ever been in contact with Feng Zixi?"

Bowing her head to sort out the folds on the blanket, Huayue replied, "I'm a slave, how can I contact the arsenal's steward?"

Also, Shen Zhiluo nodded.

Yin Ru often said that the little master has lost her temper, and doesn't care about revenge at all. She is still alive and it is good news for the Yin royal family, and she doesn't expect her to do more.

Feng Zixi is now considered a high-ranking official, and there is no reason to take the risk to kill Han Tianyong. Even if the wound on Han Tianyong's throat seems familiar, it may not necessarily be caused by him.

After being silent for a long time, Shen Zhiluo said in a low voice: "You take care of yourself, don't take any risk for the Li family's son, he will open the palace gate one day, and I will still serve you as the master."

Listen, how loyal and affectionate, if it weren't for lying down really comfortably, Huayue would have thought of giving him a salute. Shen Zhiluo, like Sun Yaozu and the others, felt that she was a useless ornament, but one of her words was nice and the other was ugly.

Yawning, Huayue wrapped herself in a blanket and closed her eyes.

Su Miao came back after a while, looked at the sleeping person on the chair, and the step she took carelessly changed to a small step with her toes on her toes. She breathed lightly, leaned over to Shen Zhiluo and asked in a low voice: "Is this going to sleep?"

Shen Zhiluo nodded and took her out of the East Courtyard.

They have not seen each other for a long time since Su Miao was drunk and ruined the Qiankun disk last time. According to the prince's instructions, Shen Zhiluo sent Su Miao a gift box of apology. She heard that she accepted it with a smile, but she didn't say a word. give him back.

When she said she was coming over today, she thought she would find an excuse to evade her, but Su Miao would lead him into the mansion and send him out of the mansion as if she was nothing.

Shen Zhiluo couldn't help but ask, "What have you been busy with recently?"

Su Miao raised her eyebrows and cupped her heart in her hands, "It's rare that you care about me."

"No." He pursed his lips, "Just ask."

The person beside her laughed, her face was bright and bright, she jumped on the bluestone bricks, broke her fingers and told him: "I was invited to play on the mountain before, and I got a few good songs. Poems, I have them framed and given to my uncle. My uncle has been worried about my cousin recently, so it would be nice to make him laugh."

"In the past few days, it's been a matter of burning the director's house. Oh, I don't know if I don't burn it. I'm decent in Jinghua. So many people rushed to offer condolences. Please don't act impulsive next time."

Shen Zhiluo asked, "Who is here?"

"The little waiter of the Ministry of War, the servant of the East Palace, and a few people we met at the banquet." She thought for a while, then shook her head, "I can't remember the names, but I remember the clothes they wore, some of them are pretty good. good-looking."

"..."

The people next to her stopped talking, and Su Miao didn't notice it, she still walked with a smile and said, "It's you who just stopped by to see me now, you don't look like a husband-in-law who is married."

Shen Zhiluo smiled coldly: "Then who is most like?"

If a normal person listens to these words, they should know that they are angry, so they should reassure them and say that they are not like anyone.

But Su Miao didn't, she touched her chin very, very, very seriously and pondered: "The little waiter is gentle and gentle, but he is too much for me, not like a husband-in-law, like a guard. You don't know the one from the East Palace. It's like I've learned from you, and I have a lot of words, but I don't want to say it directly. I go around the corner and ask me to be careful, straight-forward, and a little cute. But the one from the Lin family looks the most like, tsk, if it weren't for me I have a relationship, so I really have to think about it.”

"Ms. Su has countless peach blossoms in her life, so it should be the same." Shen Zhiluo raised his lips, "If you feel that marriage is hindering the blooming of peach blossoms, you might as well tell His Highness and ask him to refer you to another husband."

Su Miao shook her head, and the steps in her hair bun swayed: "I don't want it, what a wonderful marriage with Da Si Ming, not only can we bloom peach blossoms, but also have a place to go home, anyway, Da Si Ming saw the destiny, I don't care who I am with, am I not happy?"

As soon as his gums tightened, Shen Zhiluo stopped.

He turned to look at her and said as calmly as possible: "I don't care, I don't care, but Miss Su is shameless, and Shen doesn't want to be stabbed in the spine."

The smile on her face froze for a moment, and then stretched out again. Su Miao stretched her waist and said delicately, "Then go to repent of your marriage with His Highness, and say that I am a dissolute person and cannot be a wife. Your Highness spoils you so much, I'll probably agree."

In front of the door was the side door, Su Miao didn't give it away, she stood there and waved at him with a smile, as well-behaved as a little fox wagging its tail.

Shen Zhiluo felt that his heart was blocked.

How can there be such a girl in the world, who doesn't act according to the rules at all, says she is ruthless, but she has a deep love for him, but she can say that she is devoted, but she can compliment anyone.

She was like a mouse and was patted by her cat's paws. She didn't want to eat him in one bite, but she didn't want to let him go.

His cheeks tightened, and Shen Zhiluo flicked his sleeves and stepped out of the door.

Su Miao stood behind him and watched the stars disappear outside the door, and the smile on her face slowly disappeared.

The lawsuit between the Han family and Situfeng lasted for seven days. The two parties quarreled from the Jingzhao Yin Yamen to the court. In the end, because of the solid evidence in Situfeng's hands, he was sentenced to exile in Huizhou, and he did not need to pay Han Tianyong's life.

The Han family were so angry that they all fell ill, and the eldest princess was in a state of turmoil. In the chaos, Situ Feng left Jinghua happily.

Although Huizhou is far away, it is not a barren land. With the blessing of the crown prince, he could find another official position and live again in the past. The out-of-tune tunes are sprinkled on the potholes and gravel roads, and they are quite rustic.

"There is a post station ahead." The official who escorted him said, "Go and rest when you get there."

"Okay." Situ Feng responded with a smile, and started humming Huangmeizi Yeerlu again.

The inn was not far from Jinghua, so the official sent him into a wing and went to look for food. Situ Feng looked left and right, and felt that this room was quite strange. It is the custom of people in Daliang that there must be a partition between the table and chairs and the bed, but the furnishings in this room seem to be the custom of Dawei. The table and chairs are on the bed. Leaning against each other, there was also a pot of tea.

All the way to Huizhou, he didn't know how many bumps he would have to endure in the middle. With the idea that being able to enjoy music was temporary, he sat down and poured two sips from the teapot into his mouth.

Leaning on the back of the chair with his legs crossed, Situ Feng thought to himself, the last time he saw this kind of room was many years ago.

At that time, the tea table in the palace was placed beside the bed. He stabbed a concubine's belly with a knife, watched her slam on the table, and staggered to the side of the bed. The bright red blood meanders all the way, like the red embroidery on the brocade, from the table to the bed.

He hadn't been afraid of that scene, and even missed it very much, because after such a scene, he had a high official and rich salary later.

What a pity... Situ Feng shook his head and took another sip of tea.

The scorching sun at noon made people feel a little sleepy. Situ Feng felt his eyelids were heavy, and he wanted to get up and go to the bed in a daze. Knocked on the edge of the bed.

The knock was really heavy, and the pain made his eyes turn white, and he couldn't help crying out "Oh, oh, yo."

The door was pushed open, and there was a creaking sound. Situ Feng thought it was an official back, so he hurriedly covered his head and shouted, "Come and see if my head is smashed? Oh, it hurts to death."

The man walked up to him slowly, leaned over to look at it, and said with a smile: "It's a small hole, it's okay."

What is a woman's voice? Situ Feng was stunned for a moment and looked up in confusion.

Hua Yue smiled to meet his gaze, her eyes were bright and bright, and the broken hair on her temples fell a little, adding to her gentleness.

She took the handkerchief to hold down the wound on his forehead, and said softly, "It's good to stop the bleeding."

Inexplicably, Situ Feng felt a chill all over his body. He waved his hands to fend her off, shrank back and said, "You, who are you?"

"The slaves are the handymen of this inn." She blinked.

Situ Feng shook his head, frowning: "No, no, you're not a handyman, how did you come in?"

He looked at the door behind her, hurriedly pushed her open, and wanted to run there.

However, as soon as his legs were stepped, he fell to the ground, his limbs were as weak as if they had been cramped, like a mass of boneless flesh, struggling and curled up to move towards the door.

The people behind him did not grab him, but followed his movements slowly and walked towards the door, the footsteps being elegant and clear.

ta-ta-

Situ Feng's face was full of horror, and he said while squirming: "You let me go, let me go, we have no grievances, what do you want to do? Go away, go away!"

Huayue watched him crawling to the door with a good time. When her fingers touched, the rust shaft made a hoarse turning sound, and the two wooden doors slowly closed.

The light changed from wide to narrow, and the last ray of orange gradually disappeared on his forehead, leaving only a pair of eyes with pupils shrunk like pinpoints.

Situ Feng was in a hurry, and he started scolding and begging for mercy in his mouth. The person in front of him listened with a good temper and gave him a medicine.

The noisy voice gradually turned into an inaudible whimper, and there was an extremely painful scream that could not get out of the throat. It sounded like someone's broken bellows, and the shattered empty sound was continuously pulled out.

After a while, Hua Yue put away the blood-stained knife and gently helped Situ Feng onto the bed.

He still stared at her with his eyes open, but he couldn't move. The smell of blood in the room was strong and choking his nose, but he wasn't dead. His eyes bulged as she stood up, and his mouth, which was speechless, was almost deformed.

Huayue calmly opened the door and went out.

The skirt swept across the threshold, bringing a layer of ash, her face was expressionless, but her eyes were dark, as if she was being strangled by something, depressed and crazy.

She wanted to look up at the sun outside, but when she looked up, Hua Yue met a pair of very familiar eyes.

There is ink in the pupil, the color of ink is like lacquer, and the colors are rolled and blended, giving people a sense of tranquility for no reason, like a mysterious stone soaking in a stream, and dark clouds rolling in the night sky.

Hua Yue looked distracted, the anger in her eyes gradually faded away, and then there was a little panic.

She snapped the door behind her.

Li Jingyun stood at the bottom of the corridor with his hands behind his back, wearing the black azure crow robe she sent today.

He looked down at her and said nothing.