Kuaiwen is also a huge fan

After all, Song Wenzhu didn't wait to find Lin Chujiu, and Wen Xianzhi killed all the rebellious officials in the court.

The DPRK carried out a major blood change.

No one has seen Song Wenzhu again since Wen Xianzhi returned to the throne.

Thirteen days did not arrive before he abdicated.

"Song Wenzhu, do you like Lin Chujiu so much?" Wen Xianzhi asked.

"It has to be him." The woman's red lips slightly raised, not showing any embarrassment.

"I let you go out. Whether you can find Lin Chujiu depends on your ability."

Think of it as a return of favor.

Corrupt officials are more than just superficial, Song Wenzhu helped him.

"Stop your pathetic eyes"

Song Wenzhu put on a bamboo hat, held the golden walking stick in her hand, turned around and left, her figure falling silent.

"Sir, Song Wenzhu has been overthrown and the court has been restored. Why should we go back?"

Xingxing wants to return to the Imperial Master's Mansion, where she has to take care of Song Ziwan.

She doesn't like Song Ziwan.

Lin Chujiu raised his head and looked at the sky through the bamboo leaves. After a long time, he spoke.

"Let's go back tomorrow"

"Brother Chujiu" In the house, the girl slowly woke up, her voice hoarse.

The sound is so subtle that it can't be heard outside.

Song Ziyuan looked around in a daze. When she heard the conversation outside, she quietly lay by the window and peeked outside.

The young man has a tall and straight figure, and his white clothes are as white as the snow. Standing in the bamboo forest, the air is filled with the fragrance of bamboo leaves.

Song Ziyuan lowered her head, stretched out her hand to touch her face, and moved her lips slightly.

When Lin Chujiu entered the room, there was no one on the bed.

There is a note on the table.

The ink is not dry yet, and the handwriting is beautiful, obviously it was just written.

"Brother Chujiu, thank you, Ziyuan wants to go out and try something new."

Lin Chujiu put down the note with a slight smile on his face.

“It’s okay to have a little adventure”

Xingxing followed Lin Chujiu, feeling inexplicably happy.

For Xingxing, Song Ziyuan is just a dragster.

Song Wenzhu went to the Imperial Preceptor's house.

The servant guarding the gate of the Imperial Master's Mansion said that Lin Chujiu had gone on a long trip.

Song Wenzhu didn't go far and found an inn closest to the Imperial Master's Mansion and stayed there.

Tonight, except for the chirping of cicadas, everything is quiet.

Lin Chujiu put some medicine into Xingxing's dinner, and now Xingxing is sleeping soundly.

It's just a pity that this jar is full of peach blossoms.

Lin Chujiu slit his wrist, filled it with a teacup-sized amount of blood this time, wrapped it in a cloth band, and drove the carriage in one direction.

The green flute in the box was completely shattered.

Halfway down the road, Lin Chujiu got off the carriage. The soldiers patrolling around the palace late at night were already a little drowsy.

Lin Chujiu easily avoided the inspection.

However, Lin Chujiu was surprised when he arrived at Wen Xian's dormitory.

There was candlelight in Wen Xian's bedroom, but he was not asleep yet.

Worthy of being an emperor.

Lin Chujiu pushed open the palace door and took a step in. There was a sword around his neck.

"The little Imperial Master still has the habit of climbing into my bedroom in the middle of the night?"

Wen Xianzhi withdrew his sword and his eyes fell on Lin Chujiu's face.

"Your Majesty, this is the last time."

Lin Chujiu took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve and handed it to Wen Xianzhi with a solemn expression.

Wen Xianzhi was a little confused, and at the same time a strange feeling arose in his heart.

"I don't want it anymore"

"I was born to answer your Majesty's request. Your Majesty cannot refuse this time."

Lin Chujiu opened the bottle, and the strong smell of blood instantly stimulated Wen Xianzhi's brain, and Wen Xianzhi drank instinctively.

When I woke up, it was broad daylight.

My body feels lighter than ever before.

Wen Xianzhi suddenly understood the meaning of Lin Chujiu's words last night.

"Your Highness, please remember that every Imperial Preceptor will not survive until twenty."

"why"

"Your Highness will know this when he grows up."

The fate of the national preceptor and the emperor are closely tied together.

Wen Xianzhi pulled off the red rope on his hand and did not go to the morning court today.

"Xingxing, I've changed my mind. Instead of going back to the Imperial Master's Mansion, let's go travel around," Lin Chujiu suggested, squinting his eyes.

"it is good!"

Xingxing happily went to pack her things. When she picked up the long box, Xingxing heard the sound of something shaking inside.

Xingxing didn't care, thinking that Lin Chujiu had put something in again.

It took Lin Chujiu a month to travel around the surrounding countries.

It's almost August, and the peaches in that peach forest are almost ripe.

Lin Chujiu took Xingxing back to Nanyang Kingdom.

Xingxing found that even though it was a very hot weather, Lin Chujiu was cold and exuding cold air.

Visibly thinner.

Until one day, she accidentally saw Lin Chujiu coughing up blood, and Xingxing anxiously asked why.

"Xingxing, take me back to the Imperial Master's Mansion."

The young man's face was pale, but he still had a slight smile, which was as warm as the rising sun in winter.

"...Okay" Xingxing agreed with a choked voice.

She should have found out earlier.

Song Wenzhu bought the inn directly and stood at the window all day every day.

Until she saw a familiar figure, Song Wenzhu raised her red lips slightly.

She still waited.

Song Wenzhu poured poison into the water source of the Imperial Master's Mansion.

That night, he took Lin Chujiu back to the inn.

"I still found you"

"My little husband"

Song Wenzhu placed a kiss on the unconscious young man's neck.

Then, he tied the young man's feet with iron chains, held the young man in his arms, and deeply smelled the scent of the young man, with a trace of morbid possessiveness flashing in his eyes.

The next day, Xingxing searched the entire Imperial Preceptor's Mansion but could not find Lin Chujiu.

Xingxing had no choice but to go to Shen Yuan and Meng Qingyue for help.

The three of them found the pale boy and Song Wenzhu hugging him in the ruined temple outside the city at night.

"Hey, let me do a trick for you." Song Wenzhu said in a soft voice and rubbed the boy's neck.

Run!

Lin Chujiu naturally knew what Song Wenzhu wanted to do, and silently shouted to the three people outside the door.

It wasn't that Lin Chujiu didn't want to talk, but that Song Wenzhu had drugged him, making his throat hoarse and unable to move.

When Shen Yuan saw what Song Wenzhu was holding, his pupils shrank and he pulled the two of them back.

Song Wenzhu threw away the fire stick in his hand, and because palm oil was poured around it, the entire ruined temple suddenly burst into flames, and there was no opening to escape.

Xingxing wanted to rush in, but Shen Yuan knocked her unconscious with a palm.

Meng Qingyue was also stubborn and wanted to rush in.

Shen Yuan failed and knocked both of them unconscious.

It's not that Shen Yuan doesn't want to save him.

If you rush in, you'll only get killed.

Shen Yuan was stunned, looking at the two people in the firelight with mixed feelings.

Song Wenzhu had a happy smile on her face, nestled in the boy's arms, and put her hands around the boy's waist.

"My dear husband, this way, we will be together forever."

Song Wenzhu kissed the young man's neck.

One is in white and the other is in red.

The fire gradually engulfed the two of them.

her whole life.

too bitter.

Lin Chujiu is her candied haws.

Even if you die, you must get him.

(That’s it for this plane, let’s spread the flowers~I’ll write a sequel tomorrow, babies~

By the way, let me give you a preview of the next dimension: the spiritual world of Chujiu)