Suifang

As Jiang An said, Yan Xi was sitting on the swing of the osmanthus tree, his body was thin and thin, as if he would be blown away by the wind.He held Shen Linglong's hand as if he was talking about something happy, with a carefree smile on his lips.

The osmanthus is as bright as the golden sun, and the sweet osmanthus fragrance makes Xia Suijin greedy.Xia Suijin couldn't help swallowing, and said:

"My father knows how to make sweet-scented osmanthus cakes. When I was a child, when the sweet-scented osmanthus was fragrant, my brother and I would sneak out of the palace to hunt sweet-scented osmanthus on the mountain with cloth bags on our shoulders. I don't know how many times I fell because of this. I can't figure it out. How can my father, who is soaked in spring water, know how to make sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, and they are still so delicious."

Jiang An sneered: "My mother's craftsmanship is really good. Osmanthus cakes and osmanthus cakes are good at everything. Do you remember the peach tree in Taohuawu? My mother makes peach wine every year, cooks peach porridge, and cooks sweet peach soup slowly. , I liked it the most when I was a child, and I still like it now. After a while, the Mid-Autumn Festival, if you don’t feel shy, come to Taohuawu, open your eyes.”

"No need!"

"Tch, don't be unconvinced, how does your sweet-scented osmanthus cake compare to the skills my mother has cultivated for so many years?"

"Hmph! I don't agree with you."

Xia Suijin snorted coldly, flung his sleeves and left.

"Hey wait!"

Xia Suijin turned a deaf ear to it, feeling sulking in her heart, thinking how could a mere Mrs. Jiang compare to her father, who is rich in branches and jade leaves?

Before reaching the Shenshui Pavilion, Liu Shuang came suddenly and said solemnly:

"The dignitaries of the family members who are in charge of the sect master are here."

Xia Suijin pointed to her nose: "Why did you tell me? I'm not the owner of Qianfu Villa, so I don't care about it."

"They want your life."

Xia Suijin: "..."

He didn't want to see those difficult aunts.

"Just tell them that their father, father-in-law, son and Master Fu died in Zhushen Valley, and if they want someone, go to Zhushen Valley."

Liu Shuang stared at him suspiciously: "Are you serious?"

"How do you know I'm not serious?"

"Well, I'll tell them that."

"Hey—wait!"

Liu Shuang stopped and turned around: "What else is there?"

"That, you..."

Xia Suijin scratched her head, feeling inexplicably guilty, and said: "...Forget it, I'll go."

He walked up to the stone tablet of Qianfu Villa and looked around, only to see a group of old and weak women and children kneeling on the ground with their families, all weeping.A five-year-old doll grabbed his calf, raised his chubby cheeks, and opened his small mouth to spit out saliva with a "pooh".

Xia Suijin asked with a cold face, "What are you doing?"

The baby's voice was childish: "Mother said you imprisoned Daddy and didn't let him go home. You are a bad person."

"Little thing, call your mother to go home. Your father is dead."

Unexpectedly, the baby jumped up suddenly, pounced on his waist like a puppy, and then whimpered and bit the hand placed by his side.

The baby was still puzzled and said, "Your father just died!"

Xia Suijin looked at the slobbering tooth marks on the back of his hand, and felt upset for some reason, and when he heard "your father just died", he was flustered and had nameless anger.He looked down at the innocent doll, and suddenly picked up the back of the doll's neck with one hand, his expressionless expression was a little scary.

Not long after, childish shrill cries erupted from the crowd.Everyone looked over and saw a tiger-headed doll sitting on the ground with a huge tooth mark on its forehead, crying loudly: "I said his father died, so he bit me."

Chubby little finger pointing at the figure under the stele

At this time, Xia Suijin had left in a hurry and rushed to Qingxinlou.He desperately wanted to see Yan Xi, even if he just took a look at it from a distance, seeing Yan Xi talking and laughing, knowing that he was still there, he would feel at ease.

He ran wildly all the way until he stopped in front of Qingxin Tower, but Yanxi was nowhere under the osmanthus tree.

"Obviously it was still there just now..."

Xia Suijin panicked

At this time, there was a clear and crisp breaking sound from the Qingxin Building, as if porcelain fell to the ground.There was a sudden tremor in his heart, the next moment he kicked open the door and rushed in like a frightened wind, just in time to see Yan Xi half kneeling on the cold sapphire slate, leaning on a chair, his face was pale, and he was sweating profusely.

"Father!"

Yan Xi's fingers grasping the chair turned white, with bulging veins, as if he had endured to the extreme.But when he saw Xia Suijin rushing in, his expression froze for a moment, and then he squeezed out an extremely embarrassing smile, his teeth trembling and said:

"Jin, Jin'er..."

Xia Suijin subconsciously turned around to look for Liushuang, but at this moment Yanxi twitched her legs and wanted to stand up, but fell hard to the ground the next moment.

This fall was extremely embarrassing.

Yan Xi never stood up again, but bit her lower lip and said with great difficulty:

"You, kill me...don't torture me like this again..."

Xia Suijin was stunned for a moment

The father in his heart is aloof and inviolable, majestic and handsome, radiant and radiant, he is the lord of the world standing at the pinnacle of imperial power.

But now who is lying on the ground, begging him pitifully?

...How could the royal father look like this?

He couldn't figure it out, and even thought it was an absurd nightmare.

The fire poison of Lie Yanzhu is too painful

Although Jiang Hanshan who came after him protected Yanxi's heart with his internal strength, he would not be in danger of his life, but Yanxi was completely unconscious and his hands and feet were twitching. :

"Bring the rope!"

Xia Suijin woke up startled: "What are you going to do?"

"What else can he do? If he doesn't look like this, don't wait for him to wipe his neck and commit suicide?!"

While speaking, a thread of blood spilled from Yanxi's lips.

Xia Suijin was terrified when he saw it, and he didn't want to get the rope. He thought about it and said, "Don't tie it up, just knock it out."

Yan Xi's expression twisted, he waved his arms, and kept raving: "Kill me..."

……kill me

"No! This is not allowed!"

Xia Suijin covered her ears, only to feel that every word she heard was like a needle piercing her mind, and the pain was sharp and severe.

"Stop it!!—please, stop it..."

Such a embarrassed posture and begging appearance should not be his father.

Jiang Hanshan suddenly stopped, and asked Yanxi: "Do you still know who I am?"

Yan Xi's arms wrapped around Jiang Hanshan's neck like twisted snakes, begging in agony, "Kill me..."

His complexion was snow-white, the gorgeous and enchanting Lie Yanzhu on his forehead was as red as blood, his white hair was disheveled, and he looked neither human nor ghost.

Jiang Hanshan pointed at Xia Suijin again and asked, "Who is he?"

A streak of blood spilled from the corner of Yanxi's mouth, his eyes were blurred and empty, and he opened and closed his lips and said: "...Kill me...Kill me, please kill me..."

Xia Suijin was bone-chillingly cold, trembling with his teeth, and said, "Uncle Emperor..."

...can't wait anymore

At this moment, a voice shouted outside the door:

"Prince Ming is here——!"

Xia Suijin bent his knees and ran out to greet him, but accidentally tripped over the threshold and fell down on his back.

A pair of brocade boots hurried past beside him, and he knew it was the emperor's uncle Xia Yanhui.He hurriedly wiped his tearful eyes with his sleeve, and his arm was gently lifted up. He looked up and saw that it was Yu Mingchen. He couldn't help but blushed, and hurriedly pushed her hand away, got up and patted Pat the dust off your clothes and say:

"Xiaoyu, don't laugh at me."

turned around and ran into the room

Xia Yanhui had already walked to the bed, his face was as cold as frost.

Jiang Hanshan stretched out his hand and asked, "The antidote?"

Xia Yanhui said: "No."

Not only Jiang Hanshan, but also Xia Suijin who had just stepped on the threshold was also stunned.

There were still tears on Xia Suijin's face, but the corners of his mouth were raised, and his expression was relaxed.He thought that when Xia Yanhui came back, his father would be saved.

The next moment, a simple and unpretentious dagger slipped out of his sleeve, and pierced Yanxi's heart in Xia Suijin's joyful and doubtful eyes.

This short sword is simple and simple, the blade is black and looks quite heavy.

Xia Yanhui drew out his dagger and threw it aside, blood spattered on the ground.

He stared blankly at the dagger that had fallen to his feet, and then at Yan Xi, who had a calm and serene face, still looking at a loss.

He even had the absurd illusion of a dream.He stared blankly at the bewitching and magnificent Lie Yanzhu, thinking that not long ago, his father was sitting on the swing, holding Shen Linglong's hand, talking and laughing, and the scent of golden osmanthus was very attractive. He also thought about this year, When the sweet-scented osmanthus blooms next year, he will pester his father to make sweet-scented osmanthus cakes.

Father has always been very busy, and he would only sit with them in the gazebo during the Mid-Autumn Festival. The moon was very round in the night sky, and the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus wafted far away.

But why, it suddenly disappeared.

Xia Suijin knelt on the ground, holding the blood-stained dagger in both hands, but still didn't feel that it was real.Until Jiang Hanshan sighed softly:

"Forget it, it's good to be free."

Xia Yanhui lowered his eyes, his stern profile looked rigid and lonely.He stretched out his hand to support Yan Xi's shoulders, the lively and vivid person who was pleading pitifully the last moment, now lay soundlessly in Xia Yanhui's arms, the blood on his heart was still wet.

Xia Suijin looked at the osmanthus tree outside the window, and suddenly remembered:

The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming.

From now on, there will be no sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance.Holding the dagger in his hand, he thought blankly that he, Xiaoyue, eldest brother, those older brothers and younger brothers would never be reunited again.

That Yuxue's cute little nephew no longer has a grandpa.

all of these……

"My royal father, is... dead?"

Xia Suijin looked at Jiang Hanshan in a daze, then at Xia Yanhui, and murmured in a low voice: "Who will tell me, this is a dream..."

... How could the omnipotent uncle in his heart not be able to save his father?

At this time, Xia Yanhui stared at Yanxi in his arms, and said, "I'll take you to find Dujing. You two will be buried together, and I will be left alone..."