Ling Chen sneered, "Very good. You are really my good wife."
He turned and looked at Liu Hui, "Now tell me, you were the one who killed the little prince, right?"
Liu Hui neither nodded nor shook her head.
"You have always been in contact with Wen Heng, right? You will send someone to contact Wen Heng when the guards are changing shifts, or when it rains and they are lazy, right?"
"Yes."
"You have always been in contact with Wen Heng, including the fire in the cold palace, is it also related to you?" Ling Chen had a smile on his face, that kind of smile made people look scared.
"Yes, I provided what Wen Heng needed." Liu Hui admitted everything.
"You let all my concubines participate. Do you think there is nothing I can do about you? Liu Hui, your courage is getting bigger and bigger. I thought you knew how to advance and retreat. Come, I will... . .”
Before Ling Chen finished speaking, two darts flew in from outside at the same time, one aimed at Liu Hui and the other at Qingyun.
Ling Chen flew out of his sleeves and opened the dart, hugged Qingyun and turned to the side,
Liu Hui immediately fell to the ground and died.
Gu Fan, Yang Shuo and Huo Jingyun had already flown out, but there was no sound of fighting outside.
Ling Chen looked at the door suspiciously, after a while, Gu Fan pointed a sword at a person and walked in.
It is Wen Heng.
Her head of white hair was draped over her shoulders, and a bun was tied on top of her head with a silver hairpin. Her face was blue and white, with a layer of white foam on her lips, and she was dressed in Tsing Yi. Gu Fan's sword was pointing at her, she was not afraid and kept walking.
"Stop, Concubine Yi, stop!" Gu Fan stopped her.
Wen Heng stood there, looking at Ling Chen. Ling Chen once said that he would never see her again in this life. But she always had a way to see him.
She set off a big fire in the cold palace, and it burned down the cold palace. She met him.
She was later imprisoned in Fang Palace, and she could see anyone passing by through the crack of the door. But since he imprisoned her in Fang Palace, he never walked in front of Fang Palace.
Later she saw Qingyun.
Ever since she saw Qingyun through the crack of the door for the first time, she knew that he would definitely marry Qingyun, and that Qingyun would replace Lan Ling. How can this be
She also saw his son Ling Zian, and she heard from Liu Hui that the emperor put the prince under Lan Ling's name. That is her son. How can this be
Ling Chen stared at her.
Qingyun trembled all over. Wen Heng, standing in front of her like this, was like a nightmare, as if he would never wake up.
Wen Heng looked at Ling Chen with a gentle smile on his face: "Ah Chen, long time no see."
Ling Chen frowned, his eyes were cold and painful.
She walked forward slowly, Ling Chen dragged Qing Yun behind, Gu Fan stopped Wen Heng.
Wen Heng's tears fell from his eyes little by little: "Ah Chen, how could you treat me like this? I would do anything for you, but you fell in love with her!" She pointed at Qingyun.
Ling Chen said: "Wen Heng, you are already dead in my heart. Now you are no longer Wen Heng, you can even kill your own son, you are already crazy!"
"Yes, I'm crazy, why did you let An'er be under Lan Ling's name? That's my son!" Wen Heng cried.
Ling Chen said: "At that time, I was disheartened. Ling Zi'an would be my only son, Lan Ling would be the queen, and Ling Zi'an would be my son under her name. Even my son would be my prince! Smart as You, don't you even understand this simple truth? So, Wen Heng is already dead!"
Wen Heng smiled wryly, "But you just said that you want to give An'er to Liu Hui because you want to marry Xin Qingyun?"
Ling Chen shook his head: "No, it's because of you. I didn't expect that you would live to this day. I regret that I didn't kill you myself."
His eyes suddenly turned cold, he stared at Wen Heng, and slowly walked towards her: "I knew a long time ago that you set the fire in the cold palace, and then I knew that you would never know how to repent. , only hatred and possession, you have no love. I didn't kill you, I thought you would kill yourself!"
Wen Heng backed away slowly.
"But your obsession is too strong. You don't have a son in your heart, and you don't have a son. I'm the emperor, so why don't you think about it! Ling Zian will inherit the great cause in the future, and you are his stain! He shouldn't be as miserable as you Mother! After the cold palace caught fire, I knew that Ling Zian was no longer qualified to inherit my country. Even if I have no heirs in the future, I will hand over this country to King Rui, but it will never be Ling Zian! Wen Heng, you understand ?”
The surroundings were quiet and the sound of each other's breathing could be heard.
"So, I decided to give Zi'an to Concubine Hui, give him a piece of territory, and let them live a comfortable life, but you killed him. It is said that the emperor's family is the most ruthless, Wen Heng, I have done my best for you. You do it yourself Stop it."
Ling Chen turned around.
Qing Yun saw the determination on Ling Chen's face, this person was indeed ruthless towards others, but towards Wen Heng, he was truly benevolent.
Everyone is lost, Qingyun doesn't understand why Wen Heng is so persistent, and why he can use his own child.
His body trembled inexplicably, only to see a sneer at the corner of Wen Heng's mouth, a cold light flashed, and the dagger stuck out from his sleeve.
Qingyun couldn't dodge in time, and exclamations came from around.
A black figure slanting down quickly approached, pushing Qingyun aside, and holding down the blade of the dagger with his slender fingers, who knew that the force of the dagger did not stop, and it directly pierced into the man's belly!
His body fell in front of Qing Yun's eyes, with an inch difference.
Qingyun staggered over and knelt beside the man, but he stretched out his hand to hold Qingyun in his arms.
Everyone was stunned for a moment, Bai Shaoting loudly ordered the guards to call the imperial doctor.
Wen Heng was also stunned, and she smiled bleakly: "You actually blocked the knife for her!"
After Wen Heng finished speaking, he rushed towards Qingyun again.
With tears in Ling Chen's eyes, he raised the palm of his hand, a cloud of blue-white mist formed in his palm, which gradually swelled, like a ball of cotton wrapped Wen Heng, Wen Heng couldn't move forward any more.
"Cotton palm." Wen Heng said in a low voice, "You really became a cotton palm."
In the ice and snow, two children stood outside the door and knocked on the door. Ling Chen, who was ten years old, was not as tall as Wen Heng, who was nine years old.
The maids in the palace had already fallen asleep, and no one opened the door for them.
The two children sat at the door hugging each other. They went to peek at Wu Zhuangyuan's lecture today. Wu Zhuangyuan is the prince's teacher.
"Ah Chen, what is the name of the warm palm that Wu Zhuangyuan taught the prince?"
"Cotton palm."
"Well, Cotton Palm. It would be great if I could learn it. If I have learned it, I can perform exercises now, and we won't be cold anymore." Wen Heng shrank his neck, looking forward to it.
People usually never think about the ending at the beginning, thinking that what you plant will yield flowers, and sow beans will yield beans. As everyone knows, some flowers do not bloom, and some beans do not set seeds.
Ling Chen's cotton palms wrapped Wen Heng, causing people to fall asleep, and slowly cut off the heart veins. Wen Heng's consciousness gradually became scattered. She smiled and looked at Ling Chen: "Ah Chen, it turns out that death in your hands is not easy." pretty good."
Wen Heng's body slowly fell to the ground, and she died.