Sparrow dream dance

In the prison, a lamp is like a bean.

Not far away could be heard the sound of torture and torture by the yamen servants during interrogation and the howling of ghosts and wolves when the prisoners begged bitterly, and there was a rancid smell of blood in the air.

Murong Yan lay motionless on that very simple board, her hands and feet were locked by thick iron chains.

She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down, the fire in the palace, the death of the wet nurse, the assassination of Mr. Duan, the disappearance of Xiaoti and her imprisonment. . .This series of changes came too fast, as if everything was premeditated for a long time.

Just as she was thinking about it, there was a sound of low footsteps in the corridor, she turned her eyes with a gray complexion, and narrowed her eyes because of the dazzling light from the oncoming lantern.

It took a while before she could see who was coming, and she couldn't move anymore.

At this moment, none of the three of them spoke. This situation was just like ten years ago.

He and she were still standing side by side outside the cage, while he was still imprisoned inside the cage.

It's just that she went to jail ten years ago, and he and she came here to save himself.

And this time. .She understood that they came here to send her off.

"You're quite relaxed here." Emperor Yan Jing stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at Murongyan condescendingly.

Leng Lange didn't say anything, and didn't even look up at her, only the Nine Phoenix Golden Step Shake on his head kept shaking.

After a long time, Murong Yan sat up slowly.

She raised her head sadly, with an extremely desolate smile on the corner of her mouth, and asked hoarsely, "Why...why did you have to kill me?"

When she said this, her eyes kept falling on Leng Lange. She is so beautiful tonight.

He would come, she had expected it a long time ago. .But she never expected that she would come too.

Her appearance really made Murong Yan's heart extremely sad.

It is said that beauty is changeable, but old friend is hard to find.

It turns out that you still chose to side with your husband.

"Isn't what I said in the imperial decree clear enough?" Murong Xuan replied coldly.

"I want His Majesty to tell me personally why I died."

Murong Yan turned her eyes back, looked directly at him, and asked with a wry smile word by word, "Please tell me, I really aroused your murderous intent because of the so-called crimes of deceiving the emperor, committing crimes, and hiding felons." ?"

Murong Xuan stared at this pale younger brother, was silent for a while, and slowly clenched his hands behind his back.

It has to be said that she has a kind of sadness and tenderness that a man has never had in her body.He stared at her, and for a moment, he felt a little dazed.

Yes, why on earth did I have to kill her? . .He still remembered that back then, this pretty-faced younger brother always liked to follow behind him, and he would only call himself "brother", and he didn't say anything when he was bullied. Find a way to make her laugh and cry aloud.

When did he start to alienate her and even hold grudges against her?

Murong Xuan looked sideways slightly, and caught a glimpse of his wife standing beside him with downcast eyebrows.

Yes, it started when she became his wife, and it started when she refused to be his wife. . .Even if he doesn't want to admit it, he is indeed jealous of this younger brother, jealous that she can get her love before him, jealous that she can get something that he can't get in his whole life-her care.Even though he is the Ninth Five-Year King, even if he can have three thousand beauties in the harem, it seems that he has never really owned the woman he loves, not even a single day.

He had heard it said before that anyone can become vicious, as long as you have tasted what jealousy is.

This statement is true.

As long as Murong Yan does not die, he feels that he will never be able to truly possess her.

Seeing Leng Lange's slightly trembling shoulders, Murong Xuan's expression sank even more.

"I heard that you like Mobei. After you die, I will bury you there."

He purposely said it to her, with a bit of sarcasm and sarcasm in his voice, "Why don't you just bury it in Kobdo, you should have been there."

If you hadn't come back back then, how could you and I have come to where we are today.

You will still be a good seventh brother in my heart, but why do you insist on coming back?Why do you have to come back and be my enemy?

Murong Yan raised her head and laughed wildly, her eyes were red from laughing, "How dare you bother Your Majesty, just throw my bones in the mass grave!"

"Then I will do as you wish." Murong Xuan's face was frosty, his eyebrows frowned, "Come here!"

He waved his dragon robe, and soon three internal officials came in with their heads bowed, one was holding a white silk, the other was holding a dagger, and the third was holding a jug of wine.

"Because you and I are siblings, you can choose for yourself, how do you want to get on the road?" Murong Xuan said coldly.

Murongyan's eyes were full of bitterness, she stared at Leng Lange who kept her head down, "How does the empress want me to die?"

After a long time, Leng Lange finally raised his eyes, and walked straight to the palace man holding the wine.She took down the jug and filled a glass. The bright red wine was like blood, and one or two drops splashed out and landed on the floor tiles, which was shocking.She slowly approached Murong Yan, and handed her the golden bottle filled with poisoned wine, without saying a word.

She couldn't speak, she didn't dare to speak, it was the piercing pain pinching her throat, making her unable to speak. .She was afraid that if she opened her mouth, she would reveal her love for her.

Murong Yan smiled wryly, and reached out to take the bottle of poisoned wine without hesitation.

At the moment when the four eyes intertwined, the person who should hold hands and look at each other tirelessly, after all, could not escape the doom that should come.

She held the wine, turned her face bitterly, and looked out of the window through the stone hole that was only an inch in size, and saw songbirds circling in the sky and singing low.

She is deeply nostalgic, nostalgic for the season that was once full of pear blossoms, for those old days that can never go back, and for those people who have not had time to say goodbye.She was actually not afraid of death, but at this moment, this deep nostalgia really made her feel weak, and even made her lose the courage to put the wine glass to her lips.

"Fourth brother." She turned her head again and met Murong Xuan's eyes that were staring at her.

Murong Xuan twitched his eyebrows, and tightened his hands behind his back, but his voice was still cold, "Why, are you afraid?"

Murong Yan shook her head, and said in a hoarse voice, "Fourth brother, I just ask you to remember the brotherhood between you and me in the past, please don't hurt those innocent people... Also, please let her go."

Murong Xuan didn't seem to hear, just said, "It's getting late, you'd better get on the road early."

Leng Lange turned around slowly, closed her eyes, and stopped looking at her.

A line of clear tears flowed down her cheeks and into the wine glass. She took another deep look at Leng Lange, whose back was turned to her, and finally raised her head, sending all the wine mixed with blood and tears down her throat. . . .

The clear sound of empty bottles falling to the ground and the sound of heavy knees hitting the ground came from the dark stone prison, raising a thin layer of flying dust, but Leng Lange did not stop, nor did she turn her eyes away. She clenched her lips and nodded. He walked away without looking back.

Murong Xuan did not move at all, he stared blankly at Murong Yan whose pupils were gradually slackening, his fists under the dragon robe couldn't help clenching, and the veins on his forehead appeared, he finally murmured with red eyes, "Seventh Brother, Don't blame me, your surname is Murong, you should understand that there is only one person to live between me and you."

There is always only one winner among the beauties of the country. This is the fate of the royal family, and it is also the fate of you and me. No one can escape.

In the autumn of the third year of Shunzhen, King Xiang Murongyan was poisoned by the emperor and queen to commit suicide, and news of Wan Guoti's death came like a flood.

The news stirred up the entire country of Yan, and everyone's eyes were full of regret.

Thinking about how invincible King Xiang was during his lifetime, he didn't want to die without being buried with the royal ceremony, but was randomly thrown in the mass grave like a piece of grass.

-------------------------------------------

On the outskirts of Yanjing, a crow sat on a dead branch and croaked hoarsely.

A slender black figure knelt among the crooked tombs, digging around the rotten soil with bare hands.

The heart-breaking tears did not flow down, but were frozen in the eye sockets by the cold wind,

"Where are you? Where are you?!"

The gravel scratched her palm, but she felt no pain at all,

"Murongyan, no matter where you are, I will definitely find you!"

In a very remote Yanjiao town, black crows fluttered across the sky.

A woman who was doing laundry slowly raised her head, stretched out her sleeves and wiped her dusty cheeks, revealing her radiant skin.

She watched the black crow gradually fly away to the north in a daze, until a boy about four or five years old jumped up and ran towards her, stared at her curiously and asked,

"Mother, what are you looking at?"

The woman withdrew her gaze, and she smiled with a hint of softness that was different from ordinary country girls, "It's nothing, mother just suddenly remembered an old friend."

"Old friend?" The young boy tilted his head and asked immaturely, "Mother, what do you mean by old man?"

She stood up gracefully, picked up the washed clothes, and said softly to the boy with a smile, "The old man is someone I knew a long time ago."

"A long time, and how long?" The boy blinked his bright eyes, as if he was curious about everything.

"It's been a long time... It's a person I knew long before you were born..."

She couldn't help but turn her head back and look towards the north again. She was stunned for a while, and finally lowered her eyebrows and sighed slightly,

"Don't ask, let's go back, Gui'er."

Guier. .Guier. .

But at this moment, she already understood that if that person died, then the day when she and this child would return would be far away.

The wind in Yanjing seems to be much colder than that in Monan.

The girl stood on the high-rise building of the Imperial Palace of the Kingdom of Yan, with her eyes closed, her hands crossed in front of her chest, and she prayed devoutly to God.

"Sister Wang." A deep man's voice sounded behind her.

She didn't open her eyes, and she didn't look back, she still stood there motionless.

The man looked at her pretty figure standing in the cold wind with distress, and couldn't help sighing, "Sister Wang, it's too late to do anything now, that person is gone! Now you and I can't protect ourselves, in this damn Yan The country is a hostage, what do you still care about her?"

The long eyelashes trembled violently, the girl slowly lowered her arms, stared at the boundless sky, and said firmly, "No, she's still alive, I can feel it, she's still alive."

The man's eyes were sore, he took a step forward, and hugged the girl tightly from behind, "Silly sister, why are you doing this... That person doesn't have you in his heart at all... Otherwise, how could she force you into her?" Such a dangerous situation?"

"I don't regret entering Yan Palace for her. I help her out of my own will."

The girl lowered her eyes, the corners of her lips were bitter, and a tear slowly slid down,

"At least... half of Loulan's blood is flowing from her body."

In the middle of the night, she didn't sleep all night, she just sat in front of the bronze mirror in a daze,

He didn't know when he walked behind her, and he didn't hear the report from the palace man.

"Today, I am very grateful to you." He said.

After a long silence, she stared at the Ninth Five-Year Lord in the bronze mirror, "Then, when will Your Majesty plan to release King Xiang's family?"

"When did I say I would let it go?"

Leng Lange suddenly turned around and stared at him firmly, "You clearly said that you would pardon the world for me. You are a king, and a king must keep his word."

"Hmph, that's right, I will pardon their capital crimes, but I didn't say that I would let them go." He said coldly, with a horrifying coldness and chilling cruelty in his eyes, "I want to lock her up with her." Everyone involved, let them die slowly in the palace."

Her body ached, as if being whipped in public.

So what is all this that I have done? !

He slowly approached her, like a wild beast approaching its prey, grabbed her chin with one hand, and met her tearful eyes, "Why, do you even feel sorry for those ants?"

The chill in the air was getting thicker and thicker, she could only grit her teeth and shake her head in pain.

He let go of his hand, and finally laughed out loud comfortably,

"I want to feast my officials! Now, I can finally get drunk without any scruples!"

Looking at this crazy man who has completely lost his imperial demeanor, the light in Leng Lange's eyes gradually dimmed.

The nails were deeply embedded in the palm, and the physical and mental pain and humiliation were violently intertwined.

Sorry, nerd. . .sorry. . .

With a 'squeak', the cell door was opened.

The elegant man sat on the haystack calmly, and raised his eyes lightly after hearing footsteps, "You are finally here."

"Master Leng."

"It's really hard to let Mr. Duan play a bitter trick." Leng You stepped forward and personally released him from the shackles, "This time, you can say that Mr. Gong has contributed a lot to eradicating King Xiang. I will ask His Majesty soon. Reward your son."

The man stood up, touched his bandage-wrapped abdomen, and smiled slightly, "Thank you, sir, it's just a small injury, nothing to mention."

"It's just..." Leng You stared at him closely, Xu Sheng asked, "It's just that there are two Su's Erbeauties, Your Majesty wants to know, there is one more, where is it now? This old man has searched the entire Xiangwang Mansion, It was not found."

"Your Majesty, please give Duan a little more time, and Duan will definitely find it for His Majesty." The man said calmly.

"Haha, that's good." Leng You smiled heartily, "By the way, I've heard for a long time that Mr. Wuyou is unparalleled in chess. I don't know if you are interested in playing a game with the old man."

The man raised his eyes and smiled mysteriously,

"I can't ask for it."