Zhu Lan is dead

Although the woman was in a state of embarrassment, her expression became more and more calm, as if she was not worried about her situation at all.

"What are you talking about?" Yu Changqi asked with some hesitation.

The woman looked at him as if she had seen something pleasing, her bright eyes seemed to be filled with a smile, and she couldn't help but curl her lips and said, "I don't know if my lord still remembers Da Yueshi from many years ago? If so If my little girl remembers correctly, you were the heir who captured the Lord of the Dayue Clan alive back then?"

Yu Changqi, "..."

Seemingly not intending to hear Yu Changqi's response, Nayin continued to smile, "I want to see that person!"

"What is your purpose?" Yu Changqi looked at her quietly, his expression suddenly became vigilant.

Nayin said calmly: "The little girl has no purpose, I just want to meet that person, that's all!"

Lowering his eyelashes, Yu Changqi seemed to think of the person who was brought back from the frontier after the victory in that battle——Yu Yijun, who was said to be the prince who was about to inherit the throne of the Dayue clan, died at the moment before King Qimin was critically ill Unfortunately, he fell into the trick and was captured and returned to Dazhou. For many years, one party was imprisoned for life.

And since he found out about the woman's background yesterday, and what she said now, he can be sure that the woman's ultimate goal is for Yu Yijun, but, although he doesn't know what the relationship between this woman and the heir of the Da Yueshi However, the only thing that is certain is that Yu Yijun has lost the qualification to compete for everything.

For many years, the lord of the Da Yue Clan has long been critically ill. Even if he is still alive, Yu Yijun probably won't be able to sit on the throne of the Da Yue Clan.

The competition among foreign races has always been fierce, not to mention the Da Yue Clan who values ​​men as the most precious. No matter how many years Yu Yijun has been captured, the Da Yue Clan has been honest for so many years. Up to now, there is no sympathy at all. Basically, I am afraid that he has given up on this old man. King Qi Min still has such an heir.

It's just that now it's very unexpected to see such a person who still remembers Yu Yijun.

Nayin just looked at Yu Changqi who was bowing his head and thinking. She naturally knew how worried the prince was and would not believe her words, but she was the same. If it was not for Yu Yijun, she would not easily agree to that Men do things like trading their own lives.

However, compared to Yu Yijun, her life was never a big deal, she just wanted to see him for the last time, that's all.

And the person in front of him is the most favored person of the Emperor of the Great Zhou. The right to interfere in the Great Zhou is almost better than anyone else. The only difference is whether he is willing to compromise. As for such a small request from Yijun, it is simply a piece of cake .

"Give up." After a while, Yu Changqi said lightly.

Nayin still looked at him, his expression remained the same, but there was a slight fluctuation in the emotion in his eyes, "My lord is really disappointing..."

Yu Changqi looked at her indifferently, "This king will never give anyone hope." Something seemed to be broken in his eyes, "So... give up."

"..."

Turning around and walking out of the cell without any hesitation, the originally calm person behind him suddenly became agitated. Under him, he reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly.

"My lord... now Nayin only has this one request, only this one side, after the matter is done, it will kill me, and Nayin has nothing to ask for, please..."

There seemed to be tears flickering in the corners of his eyes, which became clearer under the teasing of the candlelight, and his expression gradually changed to a bit of struggle. It turned out that the previous calmness was just a strong self-persistence, and once the outer skin was peeled off, nothing could be hidden.

As for what the woman said in the last few minutes, Yu Changqi also vaguely couldn't remember clearly. Now that the confrontation in the court has come down, the situation is obviously going to be tilted to one side.

Those who had a camp in the past gradually began to be untenable, while those who lost their camp still enjoyed watching the show.

It was an established fact that Lin Fu hid the military supplies privately, but now, under Ji Yun's words, the army was gradually defeated, as if the rumors were self-defeating.

Now in the eyes of everyone, Lin Fu is the biggest victim. Although Zuo Yi has been convicted of a felony, but because of the identity of Wang Lu's adopted son as a bondage, she has already sat down before Nayin's testimony is presented. The fact that everything was done by Wang Lu.

Maybe it was a mistake to let Zuo Yi come forward in the first place, but even if he was not allowed to come forward, the outcome of this situation was doomed to be lost from the very beginning.

*

"Uncle, why don't you try this glass of wine? This is the tongue wine that my nephew brought back from the Western Regions a few days ago. It has been stored for many years."

Lin Jiangzhuo raised his sleeves and lifted the jade pot on the case, and poured a full cup for the people beside the case.

"Looks like I've had a good time?" Wang Lu laughed loudly, looked at Lin Jiangzhuo at the side, took the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp.

He opened his mouth and smashed it a few times, and couldn't help but recall the taste: "It's not bad, it's spicy but not spicy, and has an endless aftertaste. This wine is suitable for fine tasting. It's better for a reckless man like me to drink those big bowls of wine!"

Lin Jiangzhuo looked at him and smiled slightly, his eyebrows and eyes suddenly became delicate and soft, "That's right, uncle, why don't you try a few more sips, and nephew, why don't you find someone to make a few jars of good wine? "

"Go, go!" Wang Lu took a piece of meat with his chopsticks, and said to Lin Jiang without looking back, "Bring more jars, if you don't get drunk today, you won't go home!"

"Yes..." Lin Jiangzhuo got up slowly, flicked his sleeves and smiled kindly, but when he walked outside the door, his smiling face suddenly turned gloomy, and the servant who had been waiting outside the door for a long time But quietly came forward.

"Lang Jun..."

Lin Jiangzhuo raised his chin, "Go over there and talk."

Since the accident last time, the number of visitors to this Xinlefang has not been as large as before, but there are not too few people now, at least there is still some money for drinking, avoiding some idlers, etc., the two Walking towards the stairs, the young man leaned against Lin Jiangzhuo and whispered a few words in Lin Jiangzhuo's ear, and the latter's original impatient expression suddenly changed.

"Remember to bring a few jugs of wine. If anyone asks, just say..." Lin Jiangzhuo explained a few words in detail, then shook his sleeves and left.

The remaining servant brought a few jars of wine and pushed them away from the wing room, and saw Wang Lu was drinking upside down. There was a jug of fragrant tongue wine on the table, but it was quickly drained and thrown aside. It shattered all over the place.

"My lord... these are some jars of wine brought by Mr. Lin..." Seeing this, the young man leaned forward, Wang Lu glanced at him drunkenly, then picked up the wine jars and poured them down , when he was about to drink half of it, he turned his head and asked, as if remembering something, "Where is your nephew?"

The young man hurriedly said: "Mr. Lin probably felt unwell from drinking too much, so he went to find a place to rest...he ordered the young man to wait on you..."

"Okay, okay!" Wang Lu waved his hands impatiently, "Is he resting in some beauty's bedroom again? Hahaha, you stand aside first, and I'll have a good drink!"

"Yes!" The boy retreated out with a clear mind, and when the night was getting dark and the curtain was about to fall, Wang Lu finally stood up unsteadily.

Looking at the dimly lit street outside, he couldn't help hiccupping, but walked towards the door with a clear sense of confusion.

"Where is the person? Where did he die?" Holding the door and walking out of the room, he shouted a little thirsty. At this time, the entire corridor on the second floor was empty, and the servant who was waiting in front of him just now disappeared in a blink of an eye. silhouette.

Wang Lu came out in a daze, leaned on the railing and looked downstairs, seeing a colorful scene, his heart ached when he was about to go downstairs while holding on to the railing.

Behind him, a girl from Xinlefang walked over lightly and leaned on him, "Where are you going, sir? Why don't you come to my place to have fun? Is there any tea in the room?"

"Huh?" Hearing this, Wang Lu turned around a little slowly, but before he could reach the person in front of him with his hands, his shoulders were put on his shoulders, and then he fell back uncontrollably.

The girl stood at the top of the stairs and screamed, watching Wang Lu's large body roll down the ground step by step, until finally she was face to the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Come on, someone has an accident!"

"..."

*

The next day, there was a heavy snowfall, so many officials asked for leave and sickness that even the court gate was quiet for a while.

"Your Majesty, Lord Li said today that he is ill..."

Li Rongju, the guard at the side, stepped forward tremblingly. Before he finished speaking, a memorial flew out. Now their emperor is in a rage, and there must be no mistakes in every word or deed. Otherwise, he has carefully guarded him for more than ten years. If his head is lost near the end of the new year, it won't be worth it.

Undoubtedly being hit between the eyebrows by the memorial, the skin under the brim of the hat immediately turned red, and Li Rongju bowed carefully to pick up the memorial.

"Hmph! One or two are sick, and all the reasons are just excuses!" Zhou Lixiao said angrily from inside the tent, "Since that's the case, they don't want to come, so why don't I fulfill their wishes and don't want to come?" Let the rest of the people come up to make up for it!"

"Yes..." Li Rongju replied tremblingly.

"Li Rongju!" Another roar came from inside the tent.

"Slave, here!"

"Come in!"

Hearing this, the latter immediately straightened his waist, walked in with the memorial in his hand, and there was already a figure kneeling in the inner hall filled with mist and dense sandalwood. The ocher red body was very conspicuous, but the waist of the kneeling person was as straight as ever. It looks like a green pine, straight and unyielding.

"This..." Li Rongju was at a loss when he saw the scene in front of him. Zhou Lixiao's temperament of being prone to anger when he got angry has not changed for so many years. A pair of intact appearance.

"The servant has seen the king..."

"..."

Before he could finish this sentence, Li Rongju was immediately frightened by Zhou Lixiao's eyes and stopped talking. When he touched those murderous and bloodthirsty eyes, he immediately felt a chill down his back.

Zhou Lixiao looked at him for a moment and then looked away. With one hand propped on the jade case, his slender fingers kept fiddling with the bronze squatting paperweight in his hand.

"Take off his clothes!"

Li Rongju was stunned subconsciously when a soft chant appeared, and couldn't help but look at Zhou Lixiao, who curled his lips, and his eyes were suddenly full of smiles.

"What are you looking at? Didn't you see that King Yingru was sweating all over? The earth dragon in the palace is burning hot today, go and cool off for him."

"This..." Li Rongju was still terrified because of his unclear face. He couldn't help turning his head and glanced at Yu Changqi, who was kneeling beside him. Although the latter's face was pale, he still looked calm. It looked as if what Zhou Lixiao had just said was just a gust of wind whizzing past, and then there was nothing left.

It was only when he looked closely now that he realized that many beads of sweat had formed on Yu Changqi's forehead and the tip of his nose.

Under the reflection of the bright candlelight in the inner hall, the pale complexion unexpectedly appeared a little thin and transparent.

Zhou Lixiao glanced at him impatiently, "If you don't want to, why don't I give you a chance." Then, he pointed to the window pane covered with frost, "You take off your clothes and kneel outside, the three of you What time is it?"

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