III Jiangshan

"You want to die?" Yuan Youqi's voice was as cold as ice.

Feng Rou still kowtowed and said: "The concubine knows that the crime is deep and cannot be forgiven. The only way to atone for it is to die."

"Hehe!" Yuan Youqi sneered, "Atonement? Who are you going to atone for? And what sin are you atoning for?"

Because of the content of her words, Fengrou stopped kowtowing in horror, but the upper half of her body was still half bent over the floor tiles, her hands pressing on the floor tiles were trembling slightly.

Yuan Youqi sharply saw a ball of bright red blood the size of half a palm between the backs of those two plain hands.

It was left by Fengrou when she kowtowed non-stop.

Yuan Youqi's eyes narrowed slightly, and his breathing became short of breath.

She could imagine how bloody and bloody Fengrou's forehead should be at this moment.

Yuan Youqi's chest swelled and hurt badly.

Once upon a time, when Gu Heng abandoned her and passed away, he vomited blood, leaving such a puddle of blood on the floor tiles of Yanlai Palace...

Yuan Youqi closed his eyes, and what he saw was Gu Heng passing away in his arms.

She couldn't imagine what would happen to her if Gu Heng didn't leave some hope for her in the end, if she couldn't meet Gu Heng in another life in this life.

Madness, or depression?

Life has been infatuated since ancient times!

Yuan Youqi felt sorry for herself and for the lovers in this world.

She slowly opened her eyes, looking down at Fengrou kneeling at her feet, her voice was very dry.

"Look up." Yuan Youqi said indifferently.

When Fengrou heard the voice that seemed to be from another world, her body trembled slightly, she struggled and hesitated for a moment, and finally raised her head.

Sure enough, her forehead was bloody and bloody, and on that pretty face, she looked extraordinarily abrupt and ferocious.

Yuan Youqi pursed her lips tightly, the color of her lips turned pale.

"Shoot-"

Yuan Youqi tore off the material of his cuffs without warning.She tore off a corner of the Nine Dragons casual robe made of plain Shu brocade.

Feng Rou was startled by the sudden sound.

However, there was something that shocked her even more: Yuan Youqi continued to pull down the corner of the casual clothes that had been torn off.After a few back and forth, a strip of Shu brocade, more than two inches wide, lay in her palm, with the brocade shredded by her forcefully shredded on the side of the strip.

Yuan Youqi folded the Shu brocade into two layers with a blank face, and she didn't want to see how shocked Fengrou's expression was at the moment, she took two steps forward and stood in front of Fengrou, dressed in casual clothes. The robe is in front of Fengrou.

Yuan Youqi squatted down, and pulled Fengrou's shoulders with one hand, forcing him to face himself. Then, his hands flew back and forth between Fengrou's forehead and behind his head, like butterflies wearing flowers, until the The strip of Shu brocade, about an inch wide, was wrapped around her wound.

Fengrou felt the scalp above her ears tighten slightly, and knew that the blood flowing from her forehead was stopped by Yuan Youqi's Shu brocade.

Fengrou's expression was weird, and there were extremely complicated things mixed together in her eyes——

She couldn't understand what Yuan Youqi was doing.

"Your Majesty...Your Majesty," Fengrou said awkwardly, "Concubine...Concubine..."

In this situation, she really didn't know how to speak or what to say.

Yuan Youqi squatted in front of her, not looking into Fengrou's eyes at all.

No one knew, while doing these things for Fengrou, Yuan Youqi sighed inwardly.That sigh was so long, as long as the years she had known Feng Rou.

Quite different from that silent sigh with complicated meanings, Yuan Youqi said coldly: "Moved? Hehe! Do you think I forgive...you?"

The traces of affection related to touching in Fengrou's heart suddenly disappeared because of her words.

She felt like a poor insect, being thrown into the warm and warm spring sun by the emperor's hot and cold, and then ruthlessly thrown into the cold lake in the deep winter.

The warmth was only temporary, and it was teasing her who still had hope.And the endless coldness and hopelessness are what will truly accompany her for a long time.

Fengrou's whole body froze, the pain was so painful that it was numb.

Yuan Youqi curled her lips and smiled coldly, as if she was gloating, lest she would not feel the pain.

"I tied up the shackles for you, just because I don't want you to pollute my palace bricks and the white cloth in my palace after you die." Yuan Youqi said.

Feng Rou felt as if she had been hit hard, she felt that she was moved by Yuan Youqi's behavior of binding the wound to stop the bleeding just now, it was extremely ridiculous.

She smiled miserably, as if she saw through all the illusions in the world in a blink of an eye.

Maybe, my life is ridiculous, right?Feng Rou thought to herself mockingly.

Always self-righteous, from the moment you know the taste of love, you will be self-righteous.I walked down step by step, and now I suddenly look back, and I know that it is all a cocoon.

Fengrou raised her head proudly, staring at Yuan Youqi's face, even if Yuan Youqi didn't give her a relative look at all, she would still stare at her!

She was born into this world, she couldn't help herself, she foolishly deceived herself for more than thirty years, at least she had to be proud once before she died.

She wants to let the woman in front of her, whom she has loved wrongly all her life, who is the son of heaven, know that even if she dies, she will die well.

"In that case, then please, Your Majesty, let it be done!" Feng Rou paused every word, and said arrogantly.

At this time, Yuan Youqi Fang gathered enough strength and looked back at her.

"Fulfillment?" Yuan Youqi said with sarcasm, "What do you want me to fulfill you?"

Fengrou inhaled, raised his chin, and showed a slight sign of weakness because of Yuan Youqi's words.

"Your Majesty, Shengming Minhui, understands what my concubine wants to ask you to do!" Feng Ju said.

Yuan Youqi sneered: "Aren't you daring to admit it?"

Fengrou's lips trembled slightly.

Yuan Youqi pressed her harder and harder: "You don't even dare to admit your affection for her, do you?"

Fengrou's lips trembled even more, and even her whole body trembled involuntarily.

Yuan Youqi glanced at her knowingly, his cold eyes pierced into her bones.

"I know what you want to say next. It's nothing more than that you don't have any undue affection for anyone other than me," Yuan Youqi said, shaking his head and sighing regretfully, "It's a pity, a pity , She never got even a little sincerity from you in her whole life. Not to mention sincerity, she didn't get even a little response from you. "

Seeing Fengrou's expression as if struck by lightning as she wished, Yuan Youqi felt that it was not enough, and said, "Tell me, is her life miserable or not?"

"you you……"

Feng Rou's chest rose and fell sharply, and suddenly there was a shrill voice: "Yuan Youqi! You, you killed her! You... killed her!"

Yuan Youqi narrowed his eyes slightly, and raised his jaw: "That's right! I killed her."

"She has devoted herself to doing things for you for more than ten years, and you just put her... her..." Feng Rou's eyes were red, she couldn't believe it.

"But she did something she shouldn't do, and thought of something she shouldn't have!" Yuan Youqi raised her voice, "I'm not implicated in such a crime, it's considered kindness."

Blood was about to come out of Fengrou's eyes, she suddenly burst into a rage, rushed up, clasped Yuan Youqi's neck tightly with both palms, trembling her hands, but couldn't exert any more strength.

"It's me...it's me who didn't stop her thoughts in time! It's me who thought I shouldn't! It's me who is lonely and flirting with her! What to do with her...what to do with her!" She grimaced, pained Looking at Yuan Youqi intently.

Yuan Youqi let her hold her neck without moving, but a pair of amber eyes looked straight into her soul: "Fengrou, you finally admit that you are tempted by her, right?"

The wind is soft and stagnant.

Yuan Youqi smiled slightly: "So, now, are you trying to strangle me to death and avenge her?"

Fengrou looked at Yuan Youqi with even more painful eyes.

The distance between the two people is less than half a foot, one is indifferent as if relieved, while the other is heartbroken.

This is the person she has fallen in love with for half her life, she once liked her so much...

Fengrou thought bitterly.This bitterness is comparable to coptis.

Yuan Youqi's choked throat suddenly loosened, and the strength that was added suddenly disappeared.And Feng Rou's body also collapsed on the ground dejectedly.

Yuan Youqi remained calm, looking at her with his head down.

Feng Rou's eyes were empty, as if all three souls and seven souls had been sucked away in one go.

"I'm not you... I can't be cruel to you..." Fengrou's out-of-focus eyes stared straight ahead, perhaps not staring at anything at all.

"After all, it's me... I'm the one who can't forgive you first..." She muttered, "You can kill me. At least... At least let me go underground to accompany her, and pay for the absurdity of my life..."

Yuan Youqi looked at Feng Rou who was so lost, as if he was looking at himself who was trapped by love and had nowhere to go.

Emotions more complex than sadness welled up in her heart, and compassion flickered in her eyes.

"I'll make you perfect." Yuan Youqi's words were as cold as her tone, without any impurity.

After finishing speaking, she clapped her palms together, and after two crisp "pops", the door of the side hall was pushed open, and a small inner eunuch with an unfamiliar face lowered her eyes and bowed her body, and brought in a tray.

There is only one covered teacup in the tray.

Feng Rou sneered, watching the little eunuch approaching him, respectfully put the tray in front of him, bowed his body back, and closed the palace door tightly.

Yuan Youqi looked at Fengrou silently.

Feng Rou still sneered, picked up the teacup by herself, and lifted the cover as if drinking tea on weekdays.

She raised her eyes suddenly, pointed the dark brown concoction in the teacup to Yuan Youqi, and said calmly: "Your Majesty, I respect you... I hope that we will never see each other again!"

Yuan Youqi's handsome face twitched involuntarily in pain, but he said calmly: "Okay..."

Fengrou didn't want to talk to her anymore, she raised her neck, and she swallowed half a cup of medicinal juice.

Yuan Youqi closed his eyes, and turned his face away gently.

"Clang—" the cup fell to the ground.

Feng Rou fell on the floor tiles.

Yuan Youqi heard that sound, Fang suddenly turned his face, and stared at the corner of Fengrou's mouth with a sneer.

She sighed faintly, her face full of sadness.

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