Meng Ying could no longer remember how long he had been beaten. She only felt that in a daze, he was taken aboard the ship, put into a small room, and sailed away from the island.

Sailing away from the island where they had lived for more than a year.

In the end, he was defeated by this overwhelming power.

I wonder if I will ever see him again in this life.

I just hope that she can still live and that she and her children can live well.

He seemed to feel no pain anymore. He touched the wound and raised his hand to his eyes, only to see red.

The red reminded him of the flower he gave Bai Zhi a hairpin.

pretty.

He wanted to see a few more times.

He pulled a piece of cloth from his body, dipped it in his own blood, and folded the piece of cloth into the shape of a flower.

If it wasn't red enough or bright enough, he would smear it with more blood, and then smear it with fresh blood.

The flower gradually takes shape and becomes brighter.

He held the flower as if holding Angelica dahurica's face, gently caressing it with his thumb, tenderly and caringly.

*

The three Zhuo family siblings and the imperial master were all detained separately. The prince would abuse Meng Ying from time to time.

But when eating, Meng Yu would eat with them. When he is in a good mood, he will invite Meng Ying to play the role of brother and brother.

Everyone was here that day, and they were dining on the deck. The sea was vast without any debris, and the sea and sky were pure blue, so blue that it made people feel hollow and scary.

Meng Yu suddenly said, "Brother Yao, Zhuo Yunjun, the king of Zhennan, has disappeared in Nanman."

"What?" The three Zhuo family members exclaimed at the same time, "When did it happen?"

"It's been half a year." Meng Yu said calmly.

The atmosphere at the table was serious for a moment, and they didn't dare to speak out loud.

Meng Yu glanced sideways at Meng Ying and said to Zhuo Yao, "Brother Yao, your father is indeed the number one general of the Chen Kingdom. His army is so loyal that he is clamoring to see you!"

Zhuo Yao snorted coldly and said nothing. It was only natural for him to take over his father's army, but Meng Yu must have other things to say.

As expected, Meng Yu gave Meng Ying a meatball and continued, "But I don't know that your family has such a deep love for my younger brother that heaven and earth cannot shake it."

"In your eyes, I am just a stupid person. You look down on me and only recognize him!" Meng Yu pointed at Meng Ying with his chopsticks and shook it.

"But that's not possible!" Meng Yu's voice suddenly became louder.

"I am the emperor of Chen Kingdom, and I am the king of a country!"

"Brother Yao! If you want to go south, kill him."

Everyone knew who he was referring to.

Meng Ying was not surprised at all. He had expected such a result, but he was just stubbornly resisting and struggling desperately for a glimmer of hope.

"As long as this person is alive in the world, you will never really surrender to me. No matter how stupid I am, I still understand this truth!"

After Meng Yu finished speaking, he still felt a little ironic. He treated his cousins ​​and cousins ​​very well!

How can they turn their elbows outward?

Zhuo Yao snorted and said dismissively, "Why do you think I will kill him?"

"Why?" Meng Yu was a little stunned. After a moment, his expression turned playful, and he turned to look at Zhuo Hong, "What are you talking about? Brother Hong!"

Everyone then followed Meng Yu's gaze and looked at Zhuo Hong. Their heart suddenly stopped and their breathing disappeared.

"Brother Hong, is the lotus root soup I specially made for you delicious? I remember you like to drink it."

Zhuo Hong's mouth was slightly open, his eyes were full of tears, and he was making weak sounds from his mouth. When he heard Meng Yu calling him, he turned his head slowly, like a puppet in disrepair, getting stuck.

He had been paralyzed for a while, but just now everyone was looking at Meng Ying in a tense atmosphere, and no one paid attention to him.

He could still think, but when he heard Meng Yu's question, he was so angry that his eyes became bloodshot. Coupled with the effect of the medicine, blood gushed out from the corners of his eyes, mouth, and nose in an instant.

Zhuo Ling opened her mouth, and then she broke down and cried helplessly, "Ah Hong! Ah Hong!"

Zhuo Hong sat opposite her. She almost fell over and supported Zhuo Hong, "Ah Hong! Ah Hong? What's wrong with you? What's wrong?"

Yu Jing's whole body was stiff, his mind was blank, he was frozen in place, his hands and feet were numb like needles.

Zhuo Yao's heart clicked, as if something was broken and his brain was malfunctioning.

Without any time to think, Zhuo Yao picked up a jade plate on the table and smashed it into pieces. He pinched the back of Meng Yu's neck with one hand, and held the broken pieces of the plate against his Adam's apple with the other hand, roaring. Ru Lei said, "Meng Yu! You are seeking death!!!!"

"Antidote! Immediately! Immediately!!" Zhuo Yao's eyes were scarlet and his teeth were trembling like an evil ghost.

Even though Meng Yu had expected this outcome, he was still suppressed by Zhuo Yao's momentum, but he was not stupid enough to give him the antidote.

His breath weakened and he spoke fearfully, "Brother Yao, I only have half a stick of incense, do you surrender to Meng Ying or me?"

"Shut the hell up! I told you, antidote!" Zhuo Yao pinched the back of Meng Yu's neck and sprayed his face with angry saliva.

The broken porcelain fragments had pierced Meng Yu's flesh, and blood slid down his Adam's apple.

Meng Yu's body began to tremble a little, "Only I know where the antidote is... I only have half a stick of incense..."

Half a stick of incense!

Half a stick of incense!

Half a stick of incense!

The words "half stick of incense" kept ringing in Zhuo Yao's mind like a curse.

Zhuo Yao looked at Zhuo Hong, his whole body tensed up, and he was trying to say something, but he couldn't say a word.

There was blood dripping from the eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and he already looked like a corpse.

He listened to his sister calling Ah Hong's name, and her voice kept trembling.

"Ah Hong——"

"Ah Hong——"

When his mother passed away, he and his sister hugged each other, comforted each other, wiped each other's tears, and said, "We will definitely raise Ah Hong well..."

He did this all his life.

This is not a child's joke, but a brother's oath.

This sentence kept echoing over and over in Zhuo Yao's mind, making Zhuo Yao's ears ring for a long time.

His legs were weak. He was so scared that his legs were weak.

He took a few steps back with weak legs and looked helplessly at Meng Ying.

Meng Ying smiled lightly at him.

He actually laughed.

The broken pieces of porcelain in Zhuo Yao's hand fell to the deck, and he stepped back helplessly for several steps, until he retreated to the railing. His bloody hand was inserted into his hair, and he scratched his scalp heavily. .

He had expected the ending from the beginning, that's why he said those words to him.

Meng Ying slowly brought a glass of wine to Meng Yu and said, "Brother, the fight between you and me is a fight for imperial power, not a fight between brothers. I respect you."

Seeing how calm he was, Meng Yu didn't know what he was up to. He was very wary, but he led him away and picked up the wine glass.

"If my brother goes, I would like to ask my brother not to be a puppet at the mercy of others. Don't be a king who subjugates his country. Be a true emperor and bring peace to the people of the world!"

Meng Ying drank the wine in the cup, leaving Meng Yu stunned in the sea breeze.

Be a real emperor?

Meng Ying walked up to the guard, and at Meng Yu's signal, she pulled out the Fairy Whale Sword in his hand, walked slowly to Zhuo Yao, and handed the sword hilt to Zhuo Yao.

"Ayao, remember what brother said, please." He patted Zhuo Yao's shoulder gently, appearing so intimate.

Zhuo Yao took the sword he handed over blankly, and his hand felt very cold when he touched it.

He had held this hand when he was a child, and it had always been hot.

Is he afraid too?

But he still decided to fulfill their family and his wife.

He can't compare to him, not in his lifetime.

He will always be his most admired brother Salan.

His family, his brother's family, and the people all over the world are all waiting for a spring breeze.

Even if it was just for this spring breeze, he was willing to feel guilty for the rest of his life.

Zhuo Yao's originally wrapped hand suddenly stopped shaking. The sword's edge turned, and the sword flashed with cold light, stabbing straight into Meng Ying's chest.

"Brother Salan, I will spend my whole life repaying..." He turned around and pushed Meng Ying against the railing.

Meng Ying no longer knew what pain was. Blood gushed out of his mouth, bubbling, and he mumbled one word, "Okay..."

Meng Ying stroked the blood-stained flower on her chest and felt very relieved.

He lay back and let his unable body fall into the sea.

Sinking, sinking again...

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