The pain in this world is too hard to bear, and you will cry when you open your eyes. Instead of facing the heart-wrenching shame like that, it is better to close your eyes and enter the next reincarnation in a deep sleep.
I know you definitely don't want to face it.
Then sleep forever.
Yuheng smiled faintly.
Decades of time have been like dew like lightning, and in the end they all turned into phantoms. In this life, she did evil, and he did evil for her. The bones piled up in her life turned into an eternal bed for the rest of her life.
That's it, and that's fine too.
He smiled softly, fondled the woman's face with his fingers, the familiar and shocking outline, the unchanged fragrance for decades, penetrated deeply into his bones.
From the eyes... to the nose... to the lips... and finally stopped at her throat.
"Crack."
There was a slight cracking sound, but everyone was shocked as if struck by lightning.
Yuheng still had the same expression, slowly moved his finger away, and the woman's head hung limply, folded to the side lifelessly.
Her life was also broken silently in a deep sleep.
Yu Heng gently stroked the limp head, remembering that many years ago, during a fierce quarrel, he said: "If you continue like this, one day you will die without a place to die!"
And she raised her head and said proudly, "Then please, end me first!"
rather…
What you have said in this life, I will help you do it after all.
…
The drizzle was silent.
Meng Fuyao took a step back, pursed her lips and remained silent. For Empress Xuanji, this way of death was really cheap for her. However, any kind of death is just death, so there is really no need to chatter about it.
This woman, who lived a bloody and dirty life, was actually extremely lucky.
Because she has Yuheng.
She sighed softly and turned to leave when Yuheng suddenly raised his head and smiled at her.
He said, "Thank you."
Meng Fuyao was startled for a moment, then seeing Yu Heng was silent, he lowered his head.
he died.
Without any warning, the fourth among the top ten, Yu Heng, who is famous all over the world, chose to end himself silently after killing his lover with his own hands.
Maybe he broke his heart, maybe he just died - he lived for her for the rest of his life, and when she died, his vitality was automatically cut off.
The last words in his life were to thank Meng Fuyao who ruined his reputation.
Thank her for fulfilling him in this way.
He stayed by her side all his life, never thinking of getting her, but when he finally got her, he finally felt that this life was worthwhile.
The brilliance that was respected, admired and pursued in that lifetime is not worth the last brilliance that burst out in the lingering golden light in the spring rain this day.
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Coming out of the ten emperor's palace, Meng Fuyao ordered his subordinates to cremate and bury Empress Xuanji and Yuheng together according to the will left in Yuheng's deathbed pamphlet.
At the door she met Tang Yizhong who was waiting. He came with Changsun Wuji to control the 3,000 guards of the Ten Emperors' Palace. Changsun Wuji had talked with him a few days ago. As for what they talked about, Meng Fuyao didn't know, but today Young Master Tang His actions have already explained everything.
Hearing that Empress Xuanji had died, Tang Yizhong opened his mouth in shock, and when he heard that he was buried with Yuheng, his jaw dropped.
"You are crazy, aren't you going to step on the face of Xuanji royal family? She is Queen Xuanji after all! She is going to enter Anling!"
"I have already stepped on more than one house, I don't care about stepping on one more." Meng Fuyao replied lightly.
"That can't let her be buried with Yuheng," Tang Yizhong stammered, "Then that didn't fulfill her?"
"You're wrong," Meng Fuyao said lightly, "That's Chengquan Yuheng, not her. After death, the dream of a woman like her must be to be buried in the Phoenix Coffin of Anling, and enjoy the incense of the Xuanji Royal Ancestral Temple forever, right? I don't think so." Give."
Beside her, Zong Yue, who had been silent since Queen Xuanji's death, trembled slightly.
Meng Fuyao's eyes flashed, he didn't say anything, but he said to Tang Yizhong: "It's time to meet Tu Qiongdao, Mr. Tang, please make a choice now, or, lend me the 100,000 troops in Beijing to solve the problem for me." , or, I'll take some trouble and use Da Hanjun to solve the problem, you can figure it out."
"What else to say." Tang Yizhong shrugged, "I will listen to whoever owns the jade seal."
"Oh?" Meng Fuyao squinted at him, "Where's the imperial decree?"
"Imperial decree?" Tang Yizhong smiled, "The imperial decree hasn't covered the jade seal yet!"
"That's very good, let's go." Meng Fuyao simply got on his horse and left without looking at the two, you can follow as you like.
It's a good thing she didn't chase people away, and those two won't mind her bad attitude.
Enter the palace from the back road of the Tenth Queen's Mansion, and enter the closest from the North Palace Gate, and from that palace gate, you must first pass through the northwest corner of the palace.
Meng Fuyao was going straight to the main hall, but suddenly stopped in front of a side road.
She turned her head slightly and looked towards a bush.
Behind the clump of trees is a closed wall of flowers, and beyond the wall of flowers is the palace that carries her memory.
Meng Fuyao stood there for a long time, remembering how he suddenly discovered this palace that night, he suddenly realized something, and said: "Changsun Wuji, the black shadow who led us to that ruined palace later that night was someone you arranged, right? "
Changsun Wuji nodded behind her and said, "Yes."
Meng Fuyao smiled, thinking that he wanted to see how much he remembered, right? But then he wanted to pull himself away... Changsun Wuji has made decisions all his life, but he is also a contradictory person in this matter.
With a sigh, she suddenly pushed aside the bushes and walked in.
Changsun Wuji followed, but Zong Yue froze in front of the bushes.
Changsun Wuji looked back at him, and suddenly said: "Some things, if you cover them for a long time, they will turn into ulcers. It's up to you to choose whether to gouge out the sores and cure them, or to let them rot into the heart."
Zong Yue closed his eyes slightly, silently skimming through the bushes.
Meng Fuyao had already stepped over the flower wall, pushed open the palace gate, and walked through the dusty floor, there were still footprints on the dusty dust, which were left by her and her eldest grandson Wuji's night visits that day.
The last footprints were under the window of the side room, where, when she caught a glimpse of the cabinet, she automatically closed her memory.
Meng Fuyao walked over lightly, her footprints coincided with those of the previous days, she stood calmly in front of the window, then walked around the window, opened the door and walked in.
At first glance, I saw the cabinet behind the curtain.
Black, old, dusty from fourteen years.
The cabinet is half hidden behind the curtain, exactly the same as the second painting by Lao Lu.
Meng Fuyao squatted down in front of the cabinet. The lock on the cabinet was gone. The door of the cabinet was ajar, and there was a crack at the top. There were still some blackened cotton wool and rags inside, which had been made a nest by the rats and scattered. There was an unbearable stench.
Changsun Wuji suddenly turned his head away.
Zong Yue leaned against the door frame, the door was really dirty, full of dust and cobwebs, but he didn't seem to notice it at all, his whole body sank in the grayish-yellow light and shadow, mottled and blurred.
Suddenly, Meng Fuyao got into the cabinet without making a sound.
She got into the cabinet, shrunk to the size of a child, gently closed the cabinet door, and then looked out from the upper end of the split slit in the cabinet, revealing a pair of eyes.
She looked at the bed.
Changsun Wuji swayed, leaned forward, and seemed to want to pull her out by taking a step forward, but stopped halfway through his hand, drew an arc in mid-air, and fell silently and stiffly.
Zong Yue's face became paler and greener, and he leaned against the door frame, as if he wanted to put all his weight on the crumbling door.
Meng Fuyao looked at the bed.
The oil lamp was lit there, fluttering.
... She was waiting for her mother in the closet, and Lao Lu had already walked away. When he just touched her, she suddenly remembered that she could move today, so she lay down and bit that finger hard, Lao Lu howled, and jumped away to find medicine and cloth bandaged.
Then I heard noisy voices, a large group of people rushed in suddenly, people were standing under the window and in front of the door, countless feet walked up and down in front of her, and then they all fell silent, and then someone wore rings and jingled bells, Shan Shan came.
The golden-red luxurious skirt brushed across the blue brick floor, as if afraid that the ground would stain the long skirt, two maids bent over and followed along, holding the skirt.
The skirt stopped in front of the cabinet, and she flinched, thinking that the cabinet would be opened for the third time today, but the owner of the skirt snorted coldly and passed by.
Immediately, she heard a shrill female voice, saying, "Bring Xu Wan that bitch here!"
She opened her eyes wide in panic, and heard the sound of whimpering and struggling, as if someone's mouth was blocked, she was naturally familiar with that voice, even if the mother who talked to her every night in this life, she could distinguish it clearly.
But she couldn't see her feet, those cloth shoes walking around were all eunuch's shoes.
Then I heard the sound of a person being thrown heavily onto the bed, and the sharp female voice said: "Take off this bitch, and let me see how she flirts with Your Majesty with her body!"
With the sound of fabric ripping, she closed her eyes and bit her lips tightly.
Suddenly the air was filled with hot air again, someone clangingly brought a bucket over, it was hot water, and there were some subtle sounds of iron objects clashing.
"Is this the body?" The female voice smiled slowly, "The red face is a skeleton, the beauty is a white bone, now I will take off this appearance for you, I wonder if I can still flatter Your Majesty?"
"Wow!"
The sound of hot water splashing seemed to be splashing on her heart, she trembled, she felt a huge cold in the heat, the whining and struggling sound on the bed became more and more intense, but the female voice was laughing, saying, "Saikoubu Take it away, I want to hear the groaning of this bitch, is it the same as being on the bed?"
As soon as the cloth was removed, Xu Wan's screams erupted like a volcano, so shrill that the whole palace seemed to shake.
"Crush! Comb for me!" The female voice said fiercely, "Let this bitch who shamelessly seduced His Majesty take a good look at her own rotten flesh!"
"Wicked woman—" Xu Wan's flesh and blood had been scalded, and he stared at her in the rotting flesh, struggling to curse, "You will die of shame too!"
"Really? It's a pity that you can't let Bengong die in shame, and no one else can." The woman sneered, suddenly tilted her head, and said, "How can such a good show be kept from the people who should see it? Come on, Give me a crack in that cabinet."
Lightning flashed in front of my eyes, and a knife was cut on the cabinet, just enough to allow people to see the seam of the bed.
She trembled.
What's that on the bed...
A mass of blood...a mass of flesh...a mass of skeletons gradually revealing bones...an iron comb lifted up and down...bringing up shattered meat fragments...the blood dripped red and stained the entire mattress until it was immersed in the wood and never changed...Xu Wan The miserable cry was blue and blood red, like a fierce wind, flying in all directions in pain, crashing into the entire empty and breath-holding palace...
Freshen up... Freshen up... The worst torture I've ever heard of in the previous life happened to this woman who gave birth to her, raised her and protected her for five years!
And she watched this scene happen helplessly in such darkness!
She squatted in the cabinet, leaning against the cold wooden boards, like leaning against an iceberg all over the sky, so cold, so cold, the darkness mixed with blood red whirling down, hula la wrapped her, sticky The breath of plasma entangled her and pulled her tightly, tearing out her heart, liver and five internal organs, tearing her pieces into pieces and bursting into ashes...
"Hey...it's getting late, His Majesty is probably looking for me." Under the dim light of the oil lamp, the emerald-haired woman suddenly turned her head and looked in her direction with unfinished thoughts.
Beside her, in a direction that was originally blocked by her body, suddenly turned out a handsome young man in white, with spotless muscles and bones, bowed slightly to Queen Xuanji elegantly and alienated, and said, "Auntie, leave it to me to deal with it." gone."
"Yeah." Empress Xuanji patted him, "Yue'er, don't let that woman die too soon, extend her life for me, let her have a good taste, and remember to cut the weeds and roots."
The young man bowed silently.
…
Meng Fuyao suddenly pushed open the cabinet door vigorously.
She pushed so violently that the door of the cabinet fell apart with a bang, and the cabinet also shattered into several pieces of wood, which fell to the ground crackling.
The cabinet that kept her locked up for five years and carried the darkest memories of her childhood finally collapsed after fourteen years.
Meng Fu shook her head without looking back, and went straight to the bed. The bed was completely black, because it was soaked in Xu Wan's blood, and it was rotten and decayed. I fumbled for a while.
After a while, she withdrew her hand and took out a small cloth bag with words on it, and inside the cloth bag was the little jade lotus flower.
The jade lotus is no longer a jade lotus, its whole body is light red, when the jade veins were completely soaked in blood, it became a blood lotus.
Meng Fuyao held the little one in the palm of his hand, suddenly flicked it coldly, the blood lotus jumped away, rolled a few times on the ground, just rolled to Zong Yue's feet.
Zong Yue stared at the blood lotus, his fingers trembled for some reason, Meng Fuyao had already walked straight past Zong Yue, and kept pushing past him, the door was narrow and rotten, such a squeeze They were suddenly pushed apart, the door frame creaked and fell down, Zong Yue stretched out his hand to block it for her, but he was covered in ashes, Meng Fuyao walked past without even looking.
She went straight to the outside of the palace gate, kicked the wall, and with a bang, the plaque hanging on the palace gate fell down and hit the ground. Meng Fuyao went forward and wiped off the thick dust on the plaque with her feet, revealing two large characters:
"Smoke Ling"
Yanling Palace.
Meng Fuyao kicked again, this time even more fiercely, the palace wall that hadn't been repaired for a long time could not withstand her kick with such divine power, it fell down with a crash.
The palace wall collapsed, and dust and smoke billowed into the air, Meng Fuyao refused to give way, standing in the grayish-yellow dust and smoke, looking around.
Her gaze froze suddenly.
Under the palace wall on the left, a corner of a cloth bag is exposed.
Looking at the cloth bag, Meng Fuyao's body trembled, but she immediately gritted her teeth and strode over.
She squatted down, scraped away the dirt with her hands, and untied the knot of the cloth bag.
A pair of miserable white skeletons fell into her eyes.
Xu Wan.
Xu Wan who had been buried under the Yanling Palace wall for fourteen years.
Fourteen years later, she saw the sun again, and finally met her daughter in this life again.
The wind blows from a distant place, and the spring breeze can be so cold, with the bloody and dark breath like a nightmare fourteen years ago, whimpering and hovering.
Meng Fuyao hugged the bag of bones, and stood under the half of the palace wall in a daze, until the cold bones were hugged in her arms, and the hard and cold bones pressed hard against her heart. She persisted in her composure until now. Finally, the embankment slowly broke, and she began to tremble, the more violently she trembled, the more she couldn't stand, and she knelt down slowly along the palace wall, in front of the small pit where the cloth bag was buried.
Suddenly, there was a "crash", and tears flowed all over his face.
So many tears, the tears that have been frozen in her heart since she learned the truth that night, finally broke through the embankment of her heart like a flood at this moment, and she cried uncontrollably, heart-piercing , crying convulsively, crying in the dark, spring-like tears dripping on the bones in his hands, dyeing the bones, getting heavier, pressing heavily on his heart, poking hard like a sharp broken bone , A piercing pain.
... so many years of pressure on the wall... Tired of you...
... that wicked woman really died of shame... Your daughter avenged you...
... I am fine now... The noblest... King of the Wuzhou Continent...
... I'm sorry... I used to blame you for abandoning me and not wanting to find you... I'm sorry...
... In the next life, stay away from the palace...
The moonlight gradually rose up, and a pale blue afterimage outlined the deep and shallow contours of the broken palace wall, and saw the woman in black who was kneeling and weeping in front of the abandoned palace; King Hanmeng is in the most desolate state of mind in his life at this moment.
After a long, long time, she carefully closed the cloth bag, hugged it in her arms, and stood up.
Then she turned her head abruptly.
Staring at Zong Yue.
Staring at Zong Yue who had been frozen under the dust of the door frame ever since Xu Wan's bones were found by Meng Fuyao.