Ru Yue Shu Yun Feng Wen Wan

She dodged his touch again, took Sanger's hand, interlocked their fingers, looked up at his eyes and said word by word: "Your Majesty, I ask for your permission to marry me."

The two of them vaguely exposed their clasped hands in front of Su Wanmo, with excitement hard to conceal in his eyes.

Su Wanmo felt something was wrong and his eyes became defensive.

I dared not breathe but still held on to a glimmer of hope.

Song Yue was satisfied with his reaction and helped Fusangge to kneel upright: "Your Majesty, I ask for your permission to marry me..."

Seeing how close they were, Su Wanmo squeezed out a word from between her teeth. She wanted to give herself a satisfactory answer: "Who?"

Song Yue was a little hesitant to speak, but since he had asked, how could he not answer? Besides, it would be more satisfying if he asked himself rather than asking it himself.

Looking directly into his furious eyes, she couldn't hide her excited smile, which overflowed from the corner of her mouth: "Your servant and him, Fusangge!"

Fusangge seemed to have received an order: "I request Your Majesty to grant me a marriage."

Su Wanmo took two steps back, looking for the answer in Song Yue's eyes in disbelief. Song Yue was very satisfied with his reaction and raised her eyebrows provocatively.

Hahahaha, that feels so good, hahahaha.

The others seemed to have noticed the sudden change in the superior's momentum and wanted to bury their heads in the ground, thinking in their hearts that it is true that serving the king is like serving a tiger. It is so scary to work next to the king. You have to be worried all day long.

The two of them stared at each other for a long time, and then Su Wanmo opened the wrinkled wedding invitation in his hand. The eye-catching words on it told him that this was not a joke, but real.

The wedding invitation was completely shattered into powder and scattered into the air, which was blown away by the wind.

Su Wanmo walked slowly to Fusangge, his eyes never leaving Song Yue's.

The feeling of oppression was so strong that Fusangge lowered his head a little. He saw the footsteps getting closer and closer to him. He was so nervous that his palms were sweating. Song Yue pinched his hand as if to pass on strength to him, but such a subtle movement could not escape Su Wanmo's eyes. He felt that this hand was extremely annoying.

"You, raise your head."

Fusangge probably knew why Song Yue offered such a generous reward. It was indeed a high-risk job. His legs were so weak that he could hardly kneel. Song Yue moved closer to him and completely supported his body.

Su Wanmo was so angry that he picked him up directly, like a little chicken, without any weight at all. He didn't understand why Song Yue saw him.

Yes, what did she see in him? Judging from Song Yue's reactions just now, was he trying to trick her? What wedding? It was clearly a ploy to escape the capital...

Fusang was forced to raise his head, not daring to look directly into his eyes. He was shaking even more violently. If this continued, he was afraid he would not be able to hold on.

Song Yue knelt in front of Su Wanmo and tugged at his clothes: "Your Majesty, please be merciful. Sangge is shaking because he is not in good health."

A group of people behind him tried to persuade him, but Su Wanmo suddenly let go of his hand, and Fusange fell to the ground like a rag doll. His heart almost stopped beating for a moment, and his eyes were blank for a long time before he learned how to breathe. He kept breathing heavily, and Song Yue patted his back gently, speaking softly to comfort him.

Su Wanmo's eyes were red with envy, and he reached out to snatch Song Yue away from him. Fusangge must have figured out who among the people present could keep him safe, so he stood in front of Song Yue without a second thought. He said nothing, only saying, "Your Majesty, have mercy."

Su Wanmo picked him up again and threw him to the side. Song Yue kept an eye on Su Wanmo. Fearing that Fusange would die prematurely from this fall, she leaned over to catch him as he fell: "Your Majesty..."

"What? Are you feeling distressed?"

Song Yue was determined to solve the problem once and for all, and it was because he had a trump card that he dared to fight a desperate battle with his entire family's lives at stake.

Fusangge looked like he was about to suffocate. Song Yue lifted his sleeve to feel his pulse. The Bodhi string appeared brightly in Su Wanmo's sight. It was polished to a smooth surface, but it looked very old, probably for some time.

So that's how it is. So that's how it is. How could this person with no shining points win Song Yue's favor? It turns out he is an old acquaintance.

Suddenly I felt like a joke. I thought a dead person was nothing to be afraid of, I thought she would forget about me with time, I thought she had some feelings for me, but it turned out that I was a joke, a joke that lived in her eyes.

But so what? I've been polite to her, and it's her who's being ungrateful. So, I'll let her lose whatever she values most.

"Fusangge was inappropriate in front of the palace and shall be hanged..."

"Your Majesty, you must not do that."

There was no way Song Yue would let him finish his words, because if he did, Fusangge would be really finished.

Su Wanmo was indeed interrupted by her and looked at her sarcastically: "Do you feel so sorry for him?"

He squatted beside her and pulled her away from Fusange completely: "Then you can do it yourself..."

He really liked her terrified expression. Did she know fear? So this was what her true fear felt like. Haha, how ridiculous! How pathetic was he to resort to such despicable means to threaten his beloved? That's right, he wasn't a normal person to begin with. He'd been pretending to be normal for so long that he'd even fooled himself.

Song Yue was terrified. What kind of epic torture was this?

"Let you carry out the execution yourself. How about that?"

Song Yue didn't expect him to be so crazy. Is it because he is too easy to talk to on weekdays?

"Pull it out!"

The servants in the mansion were already frightened out of their wits, and for a moment no one came forward.

"What? Are you, the Song family, planning a rebellion?"

Fusangge knew he was doomed, so he knocked his head to the ground and shouted, "No need for help, I know how to walk by myself."

He walked two steps without looking back, looking at these people who almost became his family, and finally cast his gaze on Song Yue: "Yueyue, after I die, can you bury me on the highest mountain on the plateau?"

Song Yue looked at the man standing against the light and felt that he was so tall at this moment.

"You should climb the highest mountain on the plateau by yourself. I can't fulfill your wish."

He pulled out the hairpin from his head and pressed it against his neck. Blood instantly seeped out, and he showed no mercy: "If your majesty wants to kill Sangge, kill me first."

The deep affection between them stung Su Wanmo's eyes. Why? Why? She would do this just because they were even slightly similar. Why did she treat everyone around her so kindly but not even a little bit of tenderness for herself? Why?

He quickly snatched the hairpin from Song Yue's hand, leaving a long wound. Blood flowed out, but not much, so it looked like she was not seriously injured. He withdrew his gaze from her neck and held her hands firmly behind her back: "See? You are so weak. You should regret not killing me when you had the chance."

"What bargaining chips do you have now? Feel free to show them. I will take his life today."

The Song family members broke out in cold sweats upon hearing this. It turned out that the previous accusation that the Song family was plotting a rebellion was not unfair.

An extremely oppressive gaze shot towards Fusangge: "Do you want Song Yue to help you?"

Seeing it about to step over the threshold, Song Yue burst into tears again, unable to suppress her pain: "Su Wanmo, I beg you to let him go. I will do anything you ask me to do."

Su Wanmo chuckled: "Do you think you are still qualified to negotiate with me now?"