Death Princess

"your Highness."

"You step back, I want to be alone." "He Yi" pushed the personal maid who came to serve.

"Yes." The maid put her hands in front of her belly, lowered her head, and walked out of the room lightly.

squeak-

door, closed.

Outside the window, it began to rain.The raindrops slapped the wooden window with a gap, but it didn't take long for it to turn into a thin layer of ice on the window sill. "He Yi" frowned and looked out the window, moved his body halfway up but suddenly changed his mind, sat back on the couch and continued to close his eyes and rest his mind.

Family feud, innocent lives.Every quarter of an hour I stayed on the couch, the real He Yi would be one step closer to death.Even though he has tried his best to clear his mind, this terrifying thought can't get out of "He Yi", or Shi Shi's mind.

The rain outside the window seemed to be falling heavily, and it seemed to turn into hail the size of beans.The not-so-sturdy post station was tossed by the icy rain so that there was no place where it was not crying, but when these crackling wails reached Shi Shi's ears, it turned into a kind of noise similar to the east city of the capital, and it seemed The ever-present undercurrent in the palace.

That's right, I'll be in the capital tomorrow, so I should go to the palace to have an audience.Once he enters the palace, there is no room for turning back. Either his body is in a different place, or he becomes "He Yi" completely.

Is the real He Yi, the real Princess Changping, still alive?Is it possible to live?Once I entered the palace, can I hide it from His Majesty?Even if you can hide it from His Majesty, can you hide it from Qin Hui?And the big inner Fengyuwei next to He Yi, the one called Peng San, should have already become suspicious of him, right?

What should I do?Pretending to be a princess and being a close enemy, does Shi Run's strategy really work?On the other side, who is cooperating with Shi Run?Are they really believable?

The family feud that was destroyed, the hatred between the Shi family and the He family, and the He family's killing of the Shi family.But after all, what does it have to do with me?I have never even met the legendary biological parents who were murdered by the He family, but I was instilled with the word "revenge" from birth.All desperate efforts, all almost cruel training, in the end, are just for these illusory words.Now, for these two words, I want to kill an innocent person and betray my only true confidant.

He Shi, He Yi.When those things happened, she was not born yet, right?What does the hatred between the two clans have to do with her? Why should her life be used as a sacrifice?

Shi Shi didn't understand, because since she was a child, no one taught her how to think about these things without identity or face. She was just a tool, a container of "hate".

She has just learned a little bit about what true love and hatred are, and she has just seen a little bit of her own life path, why did she face these choices so quickly?

Small hailstones fell outside the window, and at some point they condensed into white snowflakes.The snow was getting bigger and bigger, and soon it dyed everything outside the window white, and at the same time swallowed up all the noise in the station.

so quiet.What is more terrifying than the hustle and bustle of the capital is the dead silence in the deep palace.The heavy snow froze everything, even Shi Shi's heart.Wrapping herself in the middle of the quilt, Shi Shi covered her face, which she was sorry for.

"Do you know why we changed our surname to 'Shi'? Because we need to be like a rock."

Heart like a rock, can you do it?Only the two extremes of being uncivilized or seeing through can have a rock-like heart, right?But Shishi is precisely located between the two, and it is the first time to taste the precious "between".

Knock, knock, knock at the door.This sound was like a knock on the heart, finalizing the decision in Shi Shi's heart.

The person who came in was He Yupeng who came alone.

"Yi'er, would you like to tell Brother Wei more about the assassination with the Young Sect Master of Jianzong that day? Does anyone know your identity? Have you noticed the origin of those assassins?" Before he sat down completely , He Yupeng raised such a series of questions.

. . .

Peng San felt that Her Royal Highness the princess was very strange these days, but he couldn't tell what kind of strangeness it was.The same face, the same habit, the same tone, the same puzzling, but Peng San found a slightly different feeling from this pile of "sameness", this feeling is like, like The once unattainable pearl suddenly turned into a special but not uncommon stone.

The answer to the change might be right in front of him, but for some unknown reason, Peng San subconsciously avoided it.Maybe it's because his head is always groggy these days, and he forgets what happened in front of his feet, or maybe, this kind of "drowsiness" and "forgetfulness" are just excuses, and he just doesn't go into the details of the princess out of habit. That's all.

After all, it is because of this kind of "don't get into the details, just do things as ordered" that he can survive until now in the Fengyuwei directly under His Majesty who changes people like changing clothes.Even if he has pledged allegiance to Princess Changping, he can't change this habit. Who makes the princess a member of the royal family?What is the princess planning, how can she know the details?You Wuyou belonged to Lord Qin, and Lord Qin belonged to Her Royal Highness the Princess.

As for his shady thoughts, it is enough to dream.

Dong dong dong, according to the mark the princess left on the snow on the window sill not long ago, after King Ping sent all the servants away, he went in alone for half an hour, and knocked on the door of the princess' room.

"His Royal Highness? His Royal Highness King Ping?"

No one answered.

My heart tightened.Peng San kicked open the door, and the blizzard and cold wind blowing on his face made him unable to open his eyes for a while. When he saw the indoor scene clearly, he found that the two royal brothers and sisters who had been talking in secret in the room, At this moment, only King Ping, who fainted to the ground, was left.The window was wide open, and the princess disappeared, along with her quilt.

"Come on!!!"

The station in the snow instantly became noisy, a noise completely different from the one in the hailstorm before.He Yupeng woke up amidst the noise, and the blood in his body froze at the moment of waking up.

It's over... it's over.

It was the only thought in his mind.

. . .

Song Sanwu, who used to be Jiang Tang's entourage and now the new owner of the dark pavilion, no longer knows how many needles were inserted, how many times the knife was moved, and how many joints were twisted and dislocated. , How did this royal princess who grew up with a golden spoon in her mouth and cried so much even if she fell down, survived this.

If it were him, he might have swallowed the poison of the dark pavilion and killed himself long ago, right?After all, he is not the "Pavilion Master" who worked hard all the way up from the dark pavilion, he is just a dog who follows the door master.But isn't it because he is a "dog" that he can live longer than the foggy face?

"Well, I can't tell." After ordering Song Sanwu to insert another inch-long needle into the nail of He Yi's index finger, Jiang Tang scratched his ears that were sore by He Yi's wailing, and said. , "Your Highness, your mouth is really hard enough."

"I... I can... tell you everything, everything... I've told you all..." The black cloth covering He Yi's eyes has already been soaked by tears pouring out countless times.But Jiang Tang and Song Sanwu, who were used to seeing this kind of torture scene, were not moved.

"Tell me?" Jiang Tang lazily played with the needle in his hand, and seemed to be tired of playing, so he stepped on the bloody water on the ground with his toes, "I'll ask you again, eight years ago, were you How did you escape the hunt, what is the relationship between the person who helped you escape and the death of the young master of Jianzong not long ago? Why did you get involved in it?"

"I... I woo... I don't know... I... woke up... just... Jianzong... towards... me..."

"Chaolu and you have known each other since childhood?"

"Yes yes yes yes..."

"But you said just now," Jiang Tang waved his hand impatiently, Song Sanwu picked up a soldering iron the size of a fingernail and stepped forward, "You are not the real Princess Changping, the real princess died eight years ago The snowy night before, and you are just an actor bought by King Ping."

"I...yes...I...don't know...I...yes, I'm an actor...they let me...ah—" The soldering iron fell, piercing through the dungeon ruler with a sound Call.

"Actor?" Jiang Tang rubbed the brows that were a little swollen by the screams, "But before a cup of tea, you said that you escaped eight years ago because the crown prince sent someone to rescue you in private, and The assassination a few days ago was also deliberately done by the prince in order to frame King Ping."

"I... cough cough woo woo... I... Brother Prince... Ping Wang... The emperor, yes, yes... It was the emperor's uncle who told me to..."

"Fart!!!" Jiang Tang threw the needle in his hand on the ground, "You take me for a joke, don't you? In the past few days, you have counted how many versions of the stories that come out of your mouth? Liu The illegitimate daughter of the prime minister? The shadow guard of the Yang family? A long-lost son? Why don't you say that you are a descended fairy or a reincarnated ghost?!"

"..." Song Sanwu almost laughed heartlessly.

"Are you sure that I want to get information from you, so I won't kill you easily, right? Or do you think you are a princess, so I dare not take your life?" Jiang Tang was not in the mood to pay attention to Song Sanwu's reaction , but pinched He Yi's chin that was not stained with blood but was soaked in sweat, "Or, you are waiting for me to show my flaws and want to know my identity before you become a clear ghost." ?" As he spoke, he grabbed He Yi's neck and gradually increased his strength.

A series of grunting sounds of unknown meaning came out of He Yi's mouth, and she struggled violently. The iron rings clasping her limbs had already worn her wrists and ankles to bloody flesh, but she couldn't break free at all.

At that moment, Jiang Tang really wanted to strangle her to death.But the movement from outside the prison door made him let go.

"Master, there are visitors in the mansion." The person outside the door said so.

Taking two steps back, he took out a handkerchief and wiped his wet hands. Jiang Tang turned around and said, "Understood, you should press her back into the dungeon. Don't let anyone approach this place except me."

"Yes." The person who came to report lowered his head and saluted.After Jiang Tang walked far away, he walked into the cell cautiously, and together with Song Sanwu, he released He Yi who had already been unconscious, and walked towards the water prison with her on the left and the right.

At this moment, neither Jiang Tang, who had disappeared, nor Song Sanwu, who was supporting He Yi, failed to notice the look that flashed in the eyes of the person who came to report the letter when he saw the bruised He Yi. Si couldn't explain her unclear emotions.

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There have been a lot of things in the last three times, so I changed it to the old time every Monday, Wednesday and Friday