The princess is killing like crazy again

After being in a desperate situation, Xiao Yurong escaped and hid in the market, watching from the sidelines.

On the one hand, she asked Yi Yan to gradually contact the dark forces and staff, the first to whom were Xie Deshu, Yu Shu and the two brothers of the Gongsun family.

Yu Shu knelt in front of Xiao Yurong, hugged her waist and cried.

"It's okay. I'm not dead, am I?" Xiao Yurong felt a little embarrassed by Yu Shu's crying and patted his shoulder.

Gongsun Zhao had a pale face. He knelt down in front of Xiao Yurong and kowtowed firmly.

"Master..." He stammered, but could not say anything else.

Xiao Yurong heard from Yi Yan that Gongsun Zhao had written a confession of guilt and was planning to commit suicide by taking poison.

Every word in the edict of apology described how he knew the truth but did not report it, how he was disloyal and unrighteous, and how he put his lord in prison.

Before taking the poison, he was stopped by Yi Yan.

"Okay, Gongsun Lang's intentions are clear to all, no need to say more." Xiao Yurong supported him lightly.

The appearance of the playful Gongsun Lang represents the end of the past.

Xie Deshu was much calmer than the others. After all, he was the first to know about it.

He naturally moved closer to Xiao Yurong and rubbed his forehead against Xiao Yurong's shoulder, like a kitten.

"Be good." Xiao Yurong tilted her head and kissed his forehead.

What was surprising was that Gongsun Qian, a heartless man on weekdays, was silent at this moment.

He looked at Xiao Yurong with red eyes, which made Xiao Yurong feel a little nervous.

Xiao Yurong had never seen Gongsun Qin like this.

"I am really sad." Gongsun Qian said in a low voice, "Everyone says that the master is dead. I am really sad."

"How frivolous and arrogant. I know that this is my lord's character, but, but..." He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.

Xiao Yurong had never mentioned this to any of them. He knew that this was not out of distrust, but was caused by various factors of conditions and environment. It was Xiao Yurong weighing the pros and cons.

Otherwise, Xiao Yurong would not have summoned them at this very moment, risking being discovered.

But he is...

When Xiao Yurong thought about faking her death, she wasn't even sure if she could survive. She made them sad and crushed their true feelings.

All the confusion that had previously arisen from his pain lost its meaning at this moment.

He had been writing articles about Xiao Yurong for so long, but after Xiao Yurong's death, he could not write a single word.

"Sorry." Xiao Yurong said softly.

Xiao Yurong did not apologize and even rarely admitted his mistakes, but this time he apologized sincerely.

She stretched out her hand and held it in front of Gongsun Qian. "I didn't tell you in advance. I didn't know whether I could survive. Why should I add to your troubles and give you hope?"

"This glimmer of hope is good. Even if it is false, I can hold on to this hope and spend the rest of my life." Gongsun Qin held the hand that Xiao Yurong extended.

"Definitely next time." Xiao Yurong smiled.

Gongsun Qian gritted his teeth and asked, "Will there be a next time?"

Xiao Yurong gave them detailed instructions, asking them to notify each level one by one, but not to make it public and only find trustworthy people.

There are many things that need to be deployed secretly. If someone leaks the news, or simply behaves out of character, it will be easy to be exposed.

After all, Li Yaozhi had a sharp mind, and he could roughly guess what was wrong.

For now, Xiao Yurong doesn't want to be discovered by Li Yaozhi.

But Li Yao only wrote books.

But he, who was so talented in writing, couldn't write a single word now.

The night was long and it was not until the daybreak that I finally had a word.

But Li Yaozhi pondered it carefully for a while, then picked up his pen and crossed out that sentence.

The clearer Xiao Yurong's appearance was in his memory, the harder it was for Li Yaozhi to make her look like him.

Li Yaozhi looked at the portraits of Xiao Yurong hanging all over the room, and silently clenched his pen until his fingertips turned white.

Spreading out the paper again, he planned to sketch the Xiao Yurong in his mind first.

I drew one picture after another, but none of them satisfied me.

Li Yaozhi suddenly discovered that his heart was no longer the same as before, and his paintings became less and less realistic.

His fingertips brushed across the girl's eyebrows on the paper, but then he suddenly closed his palm.

Li Yaozhi smiled bitterly: "The artistic conception could not be painted, and Mao Yanshou was killed in vain."

"Sir." A servant's voice came from outside the door, "It's time to go to the princess's first sacrifice."

Yes, yes.

There is no room for delay.

Li Yaozhi closed his eyes, carefully put away the calligraphy and painting, stood up and walked out.

After the funeral, there is a series of subsequent sacrifices, starting with the initial sacrifice.

This is an important occasion for the royal family to gather, perform rituals, and mourn. It is followed by a grand sacrifice, and only after the grand sacrifice is over can the royal family take off their mourning clothes.

There will be a hundred-day memorial service and an annual memorial service later.

Cui Ci Ning stayed in Yujing until the 100th day memorial service for Xiao Yurong was over.

Yinzhou has been urging him to go back. After all, he is now the head of the Cui family and he must go back to take charge of the overall situation.

Even though Cui Ci'an was in charge, nothing serious could happen.

But it is not right for him to stay in Yujing all the time.

Li Yaozhi knelt on the side and burned paper. After burning it, he looked at the ashes on the ground with a dazed expression.

I felt even more lost at this moment. When the busy work was finished, there was a moment of blankness, and all the sadness came up at once.

It seemed like he had not finished what he wanted to say to Xiao Yurong, but had to stop.

What is burned is not just the paper, but the longing for each other, the irreparable debt, and the lifelong regret.

Cui Ci Ning walked to Li Yaozhi's side at this time and stared at the burning flames.

He asked without reason: "Why don't you die with her?"

"I think so." Li Yaozhi's eyes rolled slightly.

He said, "I promised your highness that if she dies, I will write a book for her and include it in the history books. Future generations must remember her name, and I will write about her."

"How much did you write?" Cui Ci Ning asked.

Li Yaozhi lowered his eyes and said, "Not a single word."

"What? Can't write anymore?" Cui Ci Ning sneered.

"Yes." Li Yaozhi did not deny it. "I can't write or draw anything I want. Your Majesty sent a group of painters to paint, but no one can draw Your Highness."

Cui Ci Ning was silent, he had also heard about this.

Xiao Yuxie was furious about this and punished several painters.

In the end, what was left was a portrait of Xiao Yurong that was somewhat similar to Xiao Yuxie's face and features.

"At that time, I was wondering why I couldn't draw her. Why couldn't I draw someone as stunning as Her Highness? But when I actually picked up the pen myself, I found that I couldn't describe her expression, her every frown and smile in my memory." Li Yaozhi smiled self-deprecatingly.

He said: "Thinking about it this way, those painters are indeed innocent."

The artistic conception could not be painted, and Mao Yanshou was killed in vain.

This dummy, wrapped in an exquisite shell carved from gold and jade, would not reveal much flesh and blood even after being searched thoroughly.

But some people just don't believe it and want to peel off their skin and pull out their tendons to see how many tears they will shed and how much pain they will feel.

He didn't know whether to blame Xiao Yurong for being naive or praise Xiao Yurong for being cruel.

After witnessing Xiao Yurong's death with his own eyes, he was asked to live the rest of his life in peace and happiness with peace of mind and write down Xiao Yurong's life story.

But as long as Xiao Yurong wanted, he would do it.

Maybe Xiao Yurong's hands were covered in blood later on, but in Li Yaozhi's heart, Xiao Yurong was still the little princess who stepped on his shoulders to pick the kite from the tree.

At that time, Xiao Yurong was innocent and naive. When she was angry, she pointed at the stars in the sky and asked her brother: "I want stars, will you give them to me, brother?"

"Silly girl." Xiao Yuxie just rubbed Xiao Yurong's head.

In his mind, Xiao Yurong has always been a soft, troublesome and innocent girl.

Xiao Yurong had been in a unilateral cold war with Xiao Yuxie for a long time, and walked on the secluded path of the Imperial Garden with his arms folded in a sulky manner.

Li Yaozhi kept following her footsteps and didn't get angry even when she glared at him.

"Your Highness," he called.

"What?" Xiao Yurong turned around unhappily, "Are you asking me to admit my mistake as well?"

She was also very cute when she was angry, and her colorful skirt with broken branches pattern spun in the sun.

Li Yaozhi's expression was soft, and he said softly: "You want stars, I can pick them for you."

The jokes from childhood are still vivid in my mind.

What is the most enchanting thing when I recall it? The first time I drew a flower pattern on a silk skirt. ?

Li Yaozhi looked at the burnt paper money in front of him, chuckled, and covered his eyes with a sob.

It turns out that no matter how famous the world is, it cannot compare to these three words, Xiao Yurong.

Cui Ci Ning looked at the scene in front of him and all he could do was remain silent.

Of course, he hated Li Yaozhi's words "a short pain is worse than a long one" and blamed Li Yaozhi for not taking good care of Xiao Yurong.

But he actually understood that it was not just Li Yaozhi who pushed all this to a dead end.

He also has a part in it, and so does this destiny.

Without saying anything else, Cui Ci Ning turned and left.

It's time for him to return to Yinzhou.

Yujing still has no home for him. It never had one in the beginning, and it is even less so now.

Riding out of the city, the road was full of greenery. When he looked up and saw the magnolia flowers, Cui Ci Ning was stunned.

In an instant, memories came flooding back like a tide.

He still couldn't forget the time when Xiao Yurong looked back and smiled at him on the horse over the wall that year.

In fact, after Xiao Yurong, Cui Ci Ning had seen many more flowers.

But I sneer at this plant that lacks in innocence and spit on that plant that is just a foil, neither of them can compare to that white magnolia.

The most fatal thing was that I was young and ignorant at that time, and I felt that there was a long time to come, so I could squander the good time.

All the ignorance, impulse, undercurrents, confusion of love and hate were suddenly revealed to him many years later when he knelt in front of Xiao Yurong's coffin.

However, at that time, he had lost Xiao Yurong for a long time.

Cui Ci Ning picked the white magnolia from the highest branch, rode his no longer young horse, left Yujing and headed for Yinzhou.

*

But for some people, although people are gone, the days still pass by one by one.

Xiao Yuxie had stopped attending court and ignored state affairs in the beginning, but now he was gradually returning to normal.

Surprisingly, Xiao Yuxun did not covet power and returned power smoothly.

He seemed to be lacking some spirit and became much more gloomy.

The ministers were always afraid when facing the equally unpredictable emperor and did not dare to do anything out of the ordinary.

After all, the eldest princess had just passed away not long ago, and no one dared to offend Xiao Yuxie at this time.

Even more gloomy was the Marquis of Huailing. Wang Fuxuan had been ill since the princess's death. He was already taciturn, and now he spoke only rarely.

Although the students and former officials of the princess's mansion were sad, they were still relatively normal.

And the young Marquis Huo is still in charge of many things as usual.

Just to listen to the lamentations of the Huo family's people, Huo Zhao often stood in front of Xiao Yurong's courtyard with a lamp in hand at night, standing there for the entire night.

As for the young official who was capable of such a cruel act as burning down a Buddhist temple, he remained silent and began to concentrate on writing the life story of Princess Zhaoyang.

Xiao Yuxie acquiesced to this matter.

Li Yaozhi wrote until the eve of Xiao Yurong's anniversary and finally finished it.

Cui Ci Ning traveled thousands of miles from Yinzhou to Yujing.

He should have been waiting for Xiao Yurong's anniversary tomorrow to send him off for the final time.

But the guards rushed in anxiously and shocked, "General! There's a fire at the Li's end!"

"It's on fire?" Cui Ci Ning stood up quickly.

He immediately thought of the scene in his previous life when Li Yaozhi held Xiao Yurong and walked into the fire to commit suicide after Xiao Yurong died.

He witnessed with his own eyes how Li Yaozhi died in the sea of ​​fire while holding Xiao Yurong.

What does it mean?

After Li Yaozhi finished writing the book, he wanted to die with Xiao Yurong? He wanted to die before the anniversary celebration?

Don't even think about it!

Cui Ci Ning gritted his teeth and strode out, "Go put out the fire! Don't let him think about dying!"

The guard was stunned.

Didn't his general always have a problem with that glorious prime minister? Why did he care so much about his life or death?

But they still chased after him and mobilized people according to Cui Ci Ning's orders.

Cui Ci Ning went straight to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

After Li Yaozhi sent everyone away, he personally set fire to the Li family's own yard.

He had done what he promised to Xiao Yurong, and it was time to end it.

The flames licked the walls and gauze curtains, raging around.

Li Yaozhi used his sword to cut his palm, "I swore an oath of blood with Your Highness, promising to be with you through life and death. Shao Yan should keep his promise."

He held the zither that Xiao Yurong had rebuilt for him, and said, "Shao Yan, please play another song for His Highness."

This time it was not the long-lived woman. After all, the person he wanted to live a hundred years did not live a hundred years.

He prayed to God for thousands of lamps, but it did not bring him a long life.

The song Li Yaozhi played this time was the one he had played as a joke with Xiao Yurong before. At that time, Xiao Yurong had laughed at him for learning the widely circulated song in Qinlou and Chuguan.

It was also that time when Xiao Yurong's words "You and I will grow old together" made Li Yaozhi stunned.

Now... I can be considered as having white hair.

The upright and polite young master of the clan was now stained with blood and smoke, plucking the strings of the zither in the sea of ​​fire.

The sound of the piano is as pleasant as the gurgling of running water, but it is out of place amid the fireworks.

Until the last few notes.

With a "clang" sound, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped and the strings broke.

Li Yaozhi stared at the broken strings in astonishment. The blood on his palms had already soaked through the strings and stained the body of the instrument.

He raised his hand and stroked the zither, remembering that he had played a wrong note in the song "Long-lived Woman" and Xiao Yurong pointed it out to him.

"If the song is wrong, Zhou Lang will look back." He murmured, smiling bitterly, "Why didn't Your Highness look back?"