That night, Murong Ci received a report from the prison guard, and Lan Bise asked to see her.
The sky prison was dark and humid, and the air was filled with a strange smell mixed with excrement and musty. All the prisoners who had committed capital crimes were held there. There are very few people who were locked in the sky prison but came out safely.
Murong Ci stood outside the iron fence, and Lan Bise sat on the hard plank bed covered with straw, without moving for a long time, with a dull expression and all thoughts of despair.
After looking at Xu for a while, Murong Ci said coldly: "If you have something to say, just say it."
There is no sympathy, only business and strict law enforcement.
Lan Bise turned her head to look at her, then walked to the iron fence, her beautiful eyes in the past were opened dully, and her eyes were empty.
After a while, Lan Bise said softly, "Thank you for coming to see me."
"If you have any last words, just say them." Murong Ci said coldly.
"I know that no matter what I say now, you won't believe it." Lan Bise smiled bitterly at herself, "That's right, my heart is like a snake and a scorpion, I kill innocents indiscriminately, the crime is heinous, and I deserve death. But you know what I don't want to be like this? So far, are you to blame me or blame my parents for not being able to support me, blame God for being unfair to me?"
"I was born in the countryside. Three generations of my family were poor peasants. I have three younger brothers and two younger sisters. The family couldn't open the pot. My father was cruel and sold me to a matchmaker in Yangzhou because I was the oldest and handsome. Buying rice grains for my younger siblings. My mother was reluctant to part with me, but she loved her three younger brothers the most, so she could only sell me cruelly, and lied to me that there are delicious food and beautiful clothes in the big family."
"You can never imagine what kind of life I spent in Zhuijinfang with Mengse and Feise. Yes, we wore nice clothes and ate exquisite pastries, but we had to get up and recite before dawn every day. Poetry, piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, singing, etc., all day long, if you don’t learn well, you will be whipped, you can’t eat, you can’t even sleep, and you can’t go to sleep until you learn well.”
"My mother said, after we have learned this, we will be able to stand out in a few years, and we will be able to marry into a wealthy family and be an aunt. We will enjoy endless glory and wealth. We listen to this every day, no matter how tired we are, we can only grit our teeth and bear it. Some The girls were in poor health, couldn't bear it, and got sick. They went to the doctor to see them twice, but they didn't get better. The mother stopped wasting money to hire a doctor and left them to fend for themselves. In the end, those girls died. Throw a package into a mass grave and become a lonely ghost."
"After all, we all made it through. I hate that place that eats people without spitting out their bones. I look for opportunities to leave that seemingly beautiful and glamorous place every day. When there is an excellent opportunity to leave the fire pit in front of me , I decided to replace Mengse without hesitation."
"If you hadn't made that decision back then, you wouldn't have ended up like this." Murong Ci couldn't agree with her thoughts.
"You can't understand what kind of life we lived in Zhuijinfang. When Li Daitao was stiff, I was sorry for Mengse, but I never regretted it." Lan Bise looked at her hands and sneered sadly, "If you were me , what would you do? You will be the same as me, one wrong step, one wrong step, even if you have to go to Avici Hell, even if you have to suffer thousands of tortures, you still have to stand in a high position overlooking all living beings, even if it is only a few years."
Her eyebrows were full of cruelty, which was annoying.
Murong Ci said bluntly: "You never realized where you were wrong, and you never felt that you did something wrong. You are selfish and vicious, and treat human life like an ant. You have to blame yourself for what happened today."
Lan Bise giggled, and the laughter was full of endless desolation and sorrow, "It's my fault. I just want to change my destiny. I'm not wrong if there's anything wrong."
Murong Ci said coldly: "It's not wrong to change your own destiny, but you can't steal other people's things that don't belong to you, you can't play with other people's lives, you can't break the law, otherwise you will only die."
Lan Bise made a request, "I want to see Mengse."
"Do you think Ben Gong will agree?"
Murong Ci sneered, she knew exactly what Lan Bise was thinking.
Murong Lan is easy to soften her heart, as long as Lan Bise says a few nice words and begs, she will let Lan Bise die.
Murong Ci didn't want to listen to her fallacious arguments anymore, so he left, "I won't let the imperial sister come to see you, so give up."
The last glimmer of hope was swallowed by darkness, and Lan Bise was really hopeless.
"Father, mother, you killed me"
She screamed horribly and ran towards the wall.
Murong Ci, who was about to leave the prison, heard a soft "dong", had to turn back, and ordered two guards to go in and have a look.
Lan Bise fell limply on the ground, leaning against the gray wall, a blood-red wound was hit on her forehead, blood gushed out, and the blood flowed down, that clean and delicate face was stained with blood, like blooming on the other side of the river of forgetfulness in the underworld Manzhushahua, enchanting, glamorous, bloodthirsty, and treacherous.
She is not dead yet, her eyes are slightly opened, looking at Murong Ci outside, her eyes are dotted with faint hatred.
Murong Ci's heart fluctuated, but without any mercy, Lan Bise chose to hit the wall to kill herself, because she couldn't face the imminent beheading for public display, she didn't dare to face it, and chose to end her own life with her own hands.
"I hate you"
Lan Bi's frosty white lips were stained with a drop of blood, making them extraordinarily delicate and strange.
Afterwards, she slowly closed her eyes, tilted her head, and died out of breath.
The jailer probed her breath and said, "Your Highness, she is out of breath."
Murong Ci ordered: "Wrap it in a straw mat and throw it in the mass grave."
But Shen Zhiyan repeatedly questioned, and Yuyan finally confessed that the heads of the deceased had been destroyed with medicine and thrown into the cesspit in the countryside.
He asked His Highness if she wanted to fish it, she thought about it, and if she gave it up, since it was destroyed and thrown into the cesspit, it must be corroded badly, beyond recognition, even if it was fished back, so what? See that ugly head.
On the day Yuyan was beheaded, there was a huge crowd of people outside the palace gate, and the clamor of cursing was louder and louder. The people even threw a lot of eggs and vegetable leaves at her.
Three days later, the canonization ceremony of Princess Wuyou was held as scheduled, and important officials of the court entered the palace to observe the ceremony.
Murong Cheng wanted to hold a palace banquet and have fun with his subjects to celebrate, but Murong Lan used the excuse of keeping a filial piety for his mother and concubine, and persuaded his father to keep everything simple, and it would be good for the family to have a meal together. So the palace banquet was changed to a family banquet, and members of the royal family and clan gathered together, and everyone presented gifts to the newly named Princess Wuyou.
The well-dressed Murong Lan is a bit more secular and royal than the previous elegant and refined. She is as delicate and charming as a bright red hibiscus, elegant and gentle, graceful and elegant, with an excellent demeanor.
Murong Cheng was in high spirits and in good spirits, sat at the family banquet for half an hour before going back to rest.
After the family banquet was over, Murong resigned and returned to the East Palace, but seeing Murong Yu catching up from behind, he couldn't help speeding up his pace, trying to get rid of him.
"Has Your Highness found out the details of Mr. Qin?"
Murong Yu raised his voice and asked, walking slowly over.
She had no choice but to stop, her bright eyes turned around, and under the bright starry sky, her brows and eyelashes were shining brightly.
He won't mention Mr. Qin for no reason, could it be that he has found out about Mr. Qin's details
"Your Highness really cares about Mr. Qin."
Murong Yu leaned over and whispered in her ear, saying such an ambiguous sentence.
Murong Ci turned to face him, ignoring the pun in his words, "What did you find?"
He walked straight ahead, strolling leisurely under the starry sky. The cold wind picked up his black and wide sleeves, exuding a unique and peerless demeanor.
She gritted her teeth and followed.
He turned into another palace road and stepped into Qingfeng Pavilion.
The Qingfeng Pavilion is not big, but it has carved beams and painted buildings. Its location is relatively hidden, surrounded by low shrubs and trees, blocking the sight of the palace people. Two lanterns are hung on the cornices, and the shadows of the lanterns sway with the wind, mottled all over the place.
In order to get the answer, Murong Ci had no choice but to enter the Qingfeng Pavilion, and all the palace people were waiting two feet away.
"It's getting late, you can say what you want, if you don't want to, I'm going back."
It's too aggrieved to be "hanging appetite" by him, and to deal with him in order to get an answer.
Murong Yu sat leaning on the stone table, his posture was leisurely, the dim light and shadow fell on that magnificent snow-cut face, and the light was shining. He said in a low voice: "His Royal Highness sent many people to follow Mr. Qin, but they seemed to find nothing. It seems that your subordinates are not very good."
There was a small flame in her heart, and she was so depressed that she vomited blood.
Yes, what he said is the truth, he deliberately stimulated her
"Don't talk about it, Ben Gong is gone" she glanced at him angrily.
"No matter how mysterious and cautious Mr. Qin is, I still have a way to find out his details." He said leisurely, as if he was talking about a trivial matter like sesame seeds. He was too conceited, just like him. .
"Then what did you find out?"
"If you want to know his details, you can find out tomorrow." Murong Yu raised his eyebrows mysteriously, patted the stone desk beside him, and signaled her to come and sit down.
"Why tomorrow?" Murong Ci took a few steps towards him, and there were still three steps away from him.
"Yesterday, the ghost followed him and made an astonishing discovery. However, it's better for us to see it with our own eyes."
"What an amazing discovery"
"Are you so impatient?" His eyes darkened slightly, and dark waves secretly surged in his eyes.
She was so speechless that she didn't want to be angry anymore. He just kept it secret and made her heart itch by not telling her. She would not know until tomorrow. She suddenly had the urge to beat him up.
Murong Yu walked up to her and raised her chin, "I'll be jealous if you care so much about Mr. Qin."
Murong Ci slapped his hand away, and at the same time the other hand pierced his throat like a snake, attacking sensitively and ferociously.
He smiled deeply, and stretched out his hand easily to block it. At this time, her other hand had already attacked his waist and abdomen, with a fierce force, which was her real intention.
He was calm and composed, neither dodging nor avoiding, in fact, he had already expected her purpose.
Just when she was about to succeed, and the internal force condensed in her palm was about to hit his waist and abdominal cavity violently, his big hands suddenly struck like iron tongs, as strange as a ghost.
She was in pain, and her wrist was clamped by two fingers like iron vices, and she couldn't move. He must have exerted six or seven points of internal strength.
However, she overestimated, he only had four points of internal strength.
He took the opportunity to hold her catkin, and she angrily attacked again, either sharply, ferociously, or viciously, and greeted his vital points. However, he either intercepted her, or restrained her instead. After ten moves, the exchange of fists and feet between the two finally stopped, and they froze in a weird and wonderful posture.
Murong Yu clasped her left hand, and the other hand supported Murong Ci's lower back, while she fell on her back forty-five degrees, her right hand locked his throat.
She frowned angrily, and he smiled half-smile.
She was furious, but he spoke calmly.
"Do you want to murder your husband? But I know you're duplicity, and you don't want to kill me, a wishful man."
His deep eyes were shining with star-like ink brilliance, which was breathtaking.
The corners of her lips twitched at a novel angle, can she be more narcissistic? I have never seen a man who proclaims himself a "good husband"
Murong Yu suddenly bowed his head and kissed, taking the opportunity to steal incense and jade, Murong Ci was unprepared and was successfully attacked by him, but he turned his head at the first moment, and at the same time raised his leg and fiercely kicked him in the head.
This kick is extremely powerful, and once it hits the head, it will hurt.
He walked slowly, as if he was not worried that he would be kicked, but when her jade feet were three points away from his head, he grabbed her feet and lifted her upside down.
She lost her center of gravity, was taken aback, and her upper body fell down.
He stretched out his long arms to embrace her, flowing like flowing clouds and flowing water, and she slapped him directly on the chest.
If he dodges, he will let her go, and she will fall to the ground. If he doesn't dodge, he will receive a firm palm.
As a result, Murong Ci used 30% of his internal strength, Murong Yu took a slap, took two steps back, his viscera shook.
She was stunned, a little confused, why didn't he dodge or fight back
"cough cough"
Murong Yu clutched his chest and coughed, his brows furrowed, as if in extreme pain.
She felt like a little girl who did something wrong, and she asked guiltily, "You can hide, why didn't you hide?"
"If you want to hit, I'll let you hit, cough cough, don't worry, this palm won't kill me." He chuckled nonchalantly.
"You're hurt." She walked over and studied his complexion. His complexion was already as white as snow, so she couldn't tell whether he was real or not.
"What do you say?"
"You didn't dodge it yourself, it has nothing to do with me." Murong Ci snorted stubbornly.
"You still know that you care about me, and I love you for nothing." Murong Yu suddenly pulled her into his arms, "You want to make it up."
"Do you want me to punch you again?" She raised her slender eyebrows slightly.
"Okay, give me another punch." He pointed to his heart.
She clenched her fists tightly, blew in a serious way, and bluntly blasted him, hitting his heart directly.
The punch was cold, although she didn't use her internal strength this time, she used 80% of her strength.
Murong Yu was beaten calmly, when his fist was only two minutes away from his heart, he suddenly grabbed her wrist, pulled her hard, and she threw herself into her arms. She was startled, her left hand struck out like a spirit snake, and directly locked her throat, forcing him to let go.
However, instead of letting go, he hugged her instead.
His long arm was as tight as cast iron, she hit him angrily, and fell for it again
"I sent someone to blow up Baihualou." He said unexpectedly.
"Ah" Murong Ci was startled, the topic changed so quickly that people were caught off guard, "When did it happen?"
"The day before yesterday." He was happy in his heart, as expected, as soon as these things were mentioned, she forgot the current situation.
"How did you blow it up?" She thought about it carefully, no, the lair of Baihualou is so easy to approach, you have to go deep into the lair to plant explosives. She asked again, "The people in Baihualou will definitely notice, how did your people sneak in and put the explosives?"
"I have my own way. It's easy to do things on a dark and stormy night. Now Baihualou has become a ruin." Murong Yu said in a soft tone, as if talking about an irrelevant romantic affair.
"What about the people from Baihualou? Are your people fighting with the people from Baihualou?"
"Baihualou kills innocent people indiscriminately in the capital, how can I let them go for nothing?"
The fierce battle at Luoxia Peak that night was very fierce, both sides suffered casualties, but the elite soldiers sent by Murong Yu did not suffer much, and they finally defeated Baihualou. Baihualou wants to continue to work in Yan Kingdom, but it depends on his permission. It's just that the landlord escaped.
Ghosting and others have been looking for the owner of Baihualou, but fortunately, they have a clue, and they have made an astonishing discovery.
Murong Ci saw the cold and bloodthirsty look in his shining black pupils, and he guessed how miserable Baihualou's fate would be.
That's good, this cancer has finally been dug up, and they no longer need to worry that Baihualou will become a serious problem.
How can you allow others to sleep soundly on the side of the couch? He has always been the kind of person who takes life and death, if he doesn't make a move, he will be fine.
Murong Yu hugged her and saw that she was thoughtful and happy in her heart. Once she was thinking about something, she couldn't care about other things. She was as docile as a soft white rabbit with snowy fur.
The night was cold and silent, the shadows were messy, and the cold wind swept around, chilling the sleeves, but it couldn't cool the heat of their embrace.