Her face was pale, with tears all over her face, her messy hair sticking to her face, her eyes were mournfully staring between the messy hair, and her eyes were full of endless prayers and hopes.
I pray that the news I just heard is just a dream, a nightmare.
Feng Zhiwei closed her eyes.
It was her negligence, and she should have informed the people in the mansion to block the news. Jiarong could keep it a secret for a long time without leaving the mansion. However, now that the news of King Shunyi's death has spread all over Dijing, even if she lied to her, as long as she goes out of the mansion to inquire, The truth will be known immediately.
Instead of letting her go out of the mansion to inquire about what happened outside the mansion, it is better to cut down the high hanging knife right here.
"Yes." She put her hand on her heart, leaned against the table, and said word by word, "Helian, it's gone."
Jiarong was still holding her lapel, and stared at her in that posture, she seemed to not understand the words, or suddenly deaf and aphasic, she was so stiff, the prayer and hope in her eyes, but Gradually replaced by endless darkness and despair.
It was also a piece of lifeless blackness, like a dark tide surging in the polar sea, where it passed, people were devastated.
After a while, she let go of her hand, and slowly raised her palm, as if she wanted to slap Feng Zhiwei, so as to angrily accuse her of nonsense that she was lying, but as soon as she lifted her hand, she rolled her eyes and fell limply to the side.
She fainted.
Feng Zhiwei leaned against the table, tilted her head, closed her eyes, the moonlight slanted on her side face, her face was whiter than the moonlight.
Zong Chen silently picked up Jiarong, put her on the bed to feel her pulse, and said after a long while: "I'm in severe pain, I'm fine."
Suddenly there was another "huh", and the hand that was about to let go was put on it again, and said after a long while: "Her pulse condition..."
He was about to say something when Jia Rong suddenly turned over on the bed.
Her posture is a bit weird—lying on her side, with her arms outstretched, she doesn't seem to be sleeping at first glance, but she seems to be doing some ritual.
This weird posture immediately attracted the eyes of the two of them.
Immediately, Feng Zhiwei and Zong Chen heard Jia Rong start talking.
First there was a strange syllable, which seemed to be a special language, then she stopped and changed to Chinese.
"The descendant of the setting sun, the favor of the imperial dynasty, if he wins the world, he will overthrow the world, if he wins the world, he will overthrow the heir of the emperor..."
This passage was repeated three times, and then a few more sentences were changed, one of which was, "Fake husbands, evil fate, blood to the grass..."
Feng Zhiwei's expression changed as he listened.
Fake husbands... Jiarong and He Lianzheng once got married in Dayue and became a couple in name only. Are they not fake husbands
And the last sentence, doesn't it correspond to Helian's final ending
Was Jiarong's dream talk out of feeling, or... had she foreseen it long ago, but she just didn't know it
A word suddenly flowed through my heart.
"Women from the Sunset Tribe have the natural prophecy ability. They can foresee the future related to themselves or their relatives and friends. It is as if they are favored by the gods and can see the future."
In the twelfth year of Changxi, when Ning Yi's mother and concubine were abandoned in the palace, Ning Yi once said so.
His concubine mother is the legendary Princess of the Sunset Clan who is favored by the Heavenly Emperor. She descended from the sky under the snowy green pines, singing a song that no one can understand.
Are those weird syllables that no one can understand, the ones that Jiarong said first
"The descendants of the setting sun, after the dynasty, if they win the world, they will overthrow the world, and if they win the world, they will overthrow the heirs of the emperor..."
Ning Yi is a descendant of the Sunset Clan.
Although Feng Zhiwei still doesn't understand the last sentence, at least the meaning of the first three sentences is very clear.
The most crucial sentence - if you win the world, you will overthrow the world.
Feng Zhiwei supported the table with his hands, his palms were cold, and for a moment he seemed to see Fate's livid face approaching with a blank expression.
At this moment, she suddenly understood a lot.
I understood why Ning Yi was not favored all the time, why he was suppressed more and more after he showed his talent, why he was not allowed to be the crown prince even though his talent was superior to that of his brothers.
The old emperor was old, and he was powerless. Watching him gradually gain control of the government, he still held on to the most important position and refused to give it to him because of the phrase "To win the world, to overwhelm the world."
He was afraid that the throne would be handed over to Ning Yi and he would be killed. He was afraid that Ning Yi would conquer the world and the world would be overthrown. He was afraid of being threatened by this son and losing everything.
She also understood why Ning Yi was determined to win the throne, but never acted rashly, and gave up on many opportunities. It was because he knew that he was not the son trusted by his father, and he might be always on guard everywhere. To be on guard, he must be more cautious than anyone else.
He tried his best to find Jiarong, just because of her identity as a descendant of the Sunset Clan, and just to find out this prophecy that was deeply hidden by the emperor.
Knowing the prophecy, Jiarong is naturally useless to him, and he must not bring suspicion by his side.
Feng Zhiwei figured out the joints, but her face became paler and paler. At this moment, she felt the emperor's hidden thoughts, but she still couldn't figure it out - her son had already withered away, if Ning Yi couldn't be established, what would happen to Sheng Sheng that day? What is God waiting for
The chaotic mystery passed by her heart, she took a deep breath, and a decisive thought floated up in her heart.
Zong Chen didn't understand what Jia Rong said behind him, he didn't know the strangeness of the Sunset Clan very well, he was asking: "All the members of the Blood Buddha Tu have been restrained, should they be sent to Shiwan Dashan to contact Hua Qiong immediately?"
"That's right." Feng Zhiwei's upturned jaw was covered with starlight, thin and lonely, "I have to go too, Helian... is dead. As his concubine, Feng Zhiwei will be easily remembered by the emperor. Wei Zhi, I can't do it for the time being. But before I leave, I have to do two things as Wei Zhi."
She turned around with a lonely expression.
Raised two fingers like knives: "Admonition! Kill!"
At the end of the eighteenth year of Changxi, it seemed to be a very ordinary end of the year. Ordinary people prepared ordinary New Year meals, and ordinary officials were busy with ordinary official duties. Everything seemed to be the same.
However, on the calm land, there is a dark tide, like black poisonous blood, silently injected into the meridians of the dynasty.
December, Shanbei.
The owner of a shop ordered his staff to take down the plaque that had been hanging on the door for more than ten years. The boss with a round face like a rich man took the plaque and blew the ashes on it lovingly.