The leader hesitated for a moment, took out the key and opened the door.
The door had just opened, and he was about to help Xin Ziyan out, when Xin Ziyan suddenly opened his hand, grabbed the key like crazy and threw it out, and slammed the cell door shut.
He doesn't go out.
Everyone stood there stunned, Feng Zhi trembled slightly, his palms were cold.
Xin Ziyan, even if he dies, he will never accept any more affection from her.
No matter what happened around Fat Ahua, she just looked at Xin Ziyan steadfastly. Xin Ziyan took a breath. After he finished the actions just now, he finally regained his sanity. He held Fat Ah Hua's hand tightly.
"Ah Hua." He said softly, "I'm here."
The bleak light of the oil lamp in the distance came over, and the shadows of the people reflected on the face of the deceased, showing a kind of blue-gray death, and the sound of the wind suddenly became more and more dense.
Fat Ahua had a bleak smile on his face, looked at him carefully, and said in a hoarse voice: "Now you are... happy..."
Xin Ziyan twitched the corners of his mouth, not knowing whether it was a smile or a cry, he gritted his teeth for a while and said, "Yes, I am happy, you are dead in front, and I will go to the Orchid Garden to listen to the Rain Tower, Qiqing Pavilion, Zuiyueju... How dare you Die? Are you willing to die? Don’t you have to be anxious to die if you are a ghost?”
"You... dare..." Fat Ah Hua seemed to want to curl her lips, but there was only a faint and desolate arc at the corner of her mouth. Her eyes searched the crowd, "Hua... people..."
The seven golden flowers rushed forward, sobbing.
"Choose one...and marry..." Fat Ahua held Xin Ziyan's hand, looked at the sisters carefully, and said as a warning, "Only...they..."
The golden flowers let out a cry of mourning, and Xin Ziyan let out a sob-like low voice from his throat. He just gritted his teeth and shook his head. He couldn't reach the fat Ahua's face, so he rubbed her palm repeatedly, and said in a low voice, "Marry you!" I swore that day that I would never have a second one in my life, and you don’t have to worry, the days are still long. Not long ago, I asked for a prescription from the Imperial Hospital, and they said they would guarantee that I would get it right away, and we will use it when we go back... "
"Old... not ashamed..." Perhaps it was a flashback, or maybe she felt that it was too embarrassing for Xin Ziyan to say this in public, and a blush appeared on Fat Ahua's pale face. She must have looked at Xin Ziyan, and suddenly raised her hand, A gesture of waving to clap.
Xin Ziyan hurriedly moved his face closer, squeezed between the fences, and squeezed a face with picturesque eyebrows into a flat shape.
Fat Ahua's bloody hand landed on his face.
It seems that I want to shoot as I want for many years, but when it falls, there is only a light stroke left.
The first and last tender touch in my life.
"old… "
A soft sigh escaped from his throat.
The bloody finger fell down feebly.
The sun faded away at this moment, leaving only a smear of withered yellow light tossing between the gray and black walls. There was a thin and cool breath in the air. According to legend, this was the last breath of a person's life, and he wandered endlessly.
Fat Ahua became quiet.
She died in front of her husband, across the cell door.
The last sentence in his life was worrying about his old age.
The cell fell silent, not even the sound of crying was heard, there was a solemn and solemn atmosphere that forced people not to speak out, the golden flowers stared blankly at their brother-in-law who was kneeling there, tears fell helplessly into the dust.
Xin Ziyan knelt there for a long time, in a weird posture, with his shoulders arched, his face squeezed between the fences, his messy long hair hanging down and draped over his shoulders, the white moonlight fell from the small window above the cell, his back image Only injured crane.
After a while, there was a dull voice coming from the arched direction, drifting and drifting, like a heavy black nightmare.
"I shouldn't spoil her too much, causing her to know nothing..."
The golden flowers were stunned, and they slammed their heads against the cell door, tears rolling down the floor.
When he met her in Weiwei, during the famine years, she supported him and gave up the child. When he became famous, she could no longer bear children. From the countryside to the imperial capital, rich clothes and fine food could not buy peace of mind. Qing, she will use her whole life to make up for it, she wants to be jealous, let her, she wants to chase her husband with a knife, let her, she doesn't like to socialize with officials and wives, let her, she sticks to the scholar's mansion to grow her own She doesn't see outsiders, doesn't care about world affairs, insists on being her own peasant woman, let her.
He thought that repayment was pampering, that is, letting a bad wife stay in court, but he didn't know that the court was dangerous. As his wife, she should learn to deal with the storm correctly.
No one can protect anyone for a lifetime, he only understands this truth today, but the consequences are too tragic.
The night is cool at this moment, and the white moonlight at this moment.
After an unknown amount of time, Xin Ziyan suddenly raised his head and looked at Feng Zhiwei who had been staring blankly in the darkness.
His tears were gone, but his eyes were blood red, and his eyes were full of burning demon fire, which was bound to burn the person in front of him, so he did not hesitate to use himself as firewood.
"Wei Zhi..."
"You and I - never die!"
In the prison, Xin Ziyan's wailing shook the entire guard, hit the iron wall and spun and shot, everywhere the shots were bloody steel knives, Feng Zhiwei closed his eyes in such a thousand knives shooting, and the corners of his eyes glistened for a moment. There was a flash of light.
Injustice for injustice, injustice for injustice...
Fat Ahua's body was lying in front of her. Five years ago, her husband made a decision that had a profound impact on Feng Zhiwei. Five years later, like a reincarnation of fate, that decision brought a dark shadow of death. , shining on her body.
I don't kill Boren, Boren died because of me.
Feng Zhiwei's fingers were tightly twisted in the dark, so cold that there was no warmth... She had killed countless people in her life, but she had never been guilty of it. However, at this moment, she could not open her eyes to face such utter innocence.
"Bang!" With a sound, Xin Ziyan, who was in agony, passed out.
The seven golden flowers have been under the care of their sisters and brothers-in-law for many years, but they have not cared about the world affairs. Under the great change at this moment, they suddenly matured a lot. When they saw Xin Ziyan fainted, they didn't open their mouths to cry stupidly. : "Please, my lord, take care of our brother-in-law, we are going back... to collect my sister..."
The leader helped her up, glanced at Feng Zhiwei, nodded and said nothing, the golden flowers silently lifted the fat A'hua's body, did not go out directly, but walked around to Feng Zhiwei's prison.