Haomai Xiansheng

King Chen Liang died.

King Chen Liang is dead! !

Good or bad luck here is unknown, but life and death there should be unpredictable.

Fang Diji gritted her teeth, the roots of her teeth creaked, and her face turned dark blue under the cover of greasy oil. This news was really unexpected and terrible.

She is even regretting now, deeply regretting that she should not inquire about information, should not obtain information through the emperor's spies.She should keep her oath of the day and never use royal agents to do anything for herself that is not good for the country. If she had only followed through and not always operated on the edge of the oath, she would not have heard such terrible news.

King Chen Liang died.Fang Diji thought of this thunderous news together for the third time.My mind is humming like a gong against my ears, my eyes are wide open and blinking repeatedly but I can't see anything, just darkness, endless darkness, do it all mind Bet on the senses.I tried to listen and see, but all I could feel was a panicked mind, a thunderous heartbeat, and an inexplicable sense of despair.

(Yan'er Luodai Victory Order) Sweating on the body is like soup, and the heart is like a fire when it is fried.With the snow blade knife in my arms, I was so frightened that I lost my soul. I took a step and cried, crying and wailing, and hurried to Luyao.And happy to be under the stars, a moment of cloud and mist cover.Suddenly the wind blows the leaves and leaves, and the mountains and forests are shaken by tigers.I heard the mournful ape cry again, I ah!I walked so that my soul flew away, like a dragon galloping away.ah!I can't get out of the ancient road in front of the mountain in my busy schedule.

What should we do now?No, Fang Diji shook her head vigorously, squeezing her mind hard on the floor.Now I don’t need to do anything. The death of the child does not affect my escape from this country. The death of the child does not affect my recovery from my injuries. If I cannot recover my internal strength, I will manipulate Zhang Hua to take revenge.When Chen Liang and Wang Gan went to assassinate Fang Luo together, their only usefulness was to try impossible things or distract Fang Luo's attention.

But I didn't expect Chen Liang and Wang Gan to die.Fang Diji's frantic heart can still maintain external calm: I didn't expect Chen Liang and Wang Gan to die, I thought of them being captured, I thought that they might be treated unfairly, Fang Luo would not treat them kindly, but what he should use is not Xiaoshou killed people with a knife, but as long as Fang didn't drop the killer, my children could escape for their lives.Whether it's for reputation, integrity or face, Fang Luo would not kill his adopted son as long as he had brains.

(receiving Jiangnan) Ah!Then I heard the crows raising the pine tops in bursts, and the residual horns breaking the fishing woodcutters several times.Busy to the village shop with lonely companions, wanting to kiss Mengyao, wanting to kiss Mengyao, regardless of the wind and rain to spend a good night.Running around in the wilderness all night, earning a life with a broken life.

Fang Luo is crazy, I should have thought that Fang Luo's ability to kill me means that he has lost the ability to weigh the pros and cons.Fang Diji was silent in the endless annoyance, her soul swayed almost feebly, like a piece of broken gauze, sank into the dark and bitter old well.Fang Diji held her breath and bit her lips hard, blood oozing out, but she couldn't feel the pain at all. She used the way she used to solve the pain, squeezed the stiff object with her head, and in the end the breathlessness of the body and the soul While holding his breath, he simply passed out.

"Mother?" Zhang Hua called out in a low voice, then raised his voice, and said in multiple voices: "Mother! Mother! Are you okay, mother?" He stopped the carriage, turned around and opened the curtain, only to see Emperor Fang Ji's face was livid and unconscious, with blood pouring out of his mouth, and he was tightly holding a note in his hand.

Zhang Hua tried her best to lie on the floor of the carriage, looking at the note in her hand. [Yesterday *** Gan Xiao made public debut] *** is the place blocked by her thumb.

Zhang Hua tried his best, but he couldn't open her fingers and see the contents of the note.But you only need to look at her face and see what is filled in every fine line on her cheeks, and you will understand.It was pain, annoyance and despair, like losing the most cherished treasure, the most beloved son.

Zhang Hua's heart turned cold, firstly because he was a little sad because of Chen Liang's death, secondly, he always thought that his mother's favorite son was himself, secondly, Wang Gan, the irritable but smart guy, and thirdly, Jin Wuniang This stupid little black bastard was Chen Liang who she brought with her every day like a head guard.No, no, no, you shouldn't think about competing for favor now, and it's obvious that Empress Di Ji likes her eldest daughter the most, that proud girl who is very similar to her, not only beautiful, precocious, but also wise and brave, in fact, she never In terms of beauty, Di Ji's eldest daughter is several times more beautiful than her.

Two days ago, the four children were thinking about how to marry their mother's eldest daughter, a proud and cunning girl who was obsessed with practicing swords.But now, Jin Wuniang's soul may stay on the Qianjin Gate in the small town, and King Chen Liang died without a whole body.Zhang Hua panicked like a bereaved dog.

Zhang Hua looked up at the sky, but the stars could not give a future.There are tens of thousands, countless stars, more than the starlight he has ever seen, even if he likes to sit on the roof of the house in white, drink and practice swords and watch the stars to attract the attention of Fang Diji's eldest daughter.The sky was clear, and in shades of light blue and silver, the stars shimmered and merged into a river of light.The Milky Way is there, like a river, also like a jade belt.Zhang Hua's heart is not only emotional, but also vicissitudes.

Guan Shan separated his two hearts, talking about his ambition to bring Xinghe back.

Empty with a blood blade in his arms but not raped, lamenting that the hero is in danger after parting from life and death.

If he could still sit on the roof of the Zhaixing Building in the Prime Minister's Mansion, wearing a light and soft white dress and drinking the most expensive wine, he would never experience the vicissitudes of life, let alone feel down-to-earth emotions. Like the Wuling boy, he recites romantic poems and expresses his sorrow for new words.Not anymore.

Zhang Hua closed the car curtain silently, suddenly he didn't want to talk to Fang Diji and didn't want to comfort her... Now we should just give her a relatively safe place, let her silently lick her wound and grief, let her feel like usual Appeared in front of everyone, including Zhang Hua, as solid as a rock and indestructible.

I have never seen my mother look so sad and out of control, nor should I.Niang never wants anyone to comfort her, she just wants to recover by herself.

Fang Diji woke up from the coma and lay down weakly for a long time.

Two hours later, Zhang Hua took a deep breath, showing an expression as if he didn't know anything, opened the curtain and said: "Mother, we have reached the border, and the ruined temple you are looking for is here. What mother Temple, in a valley between two mountains."

"Yes, I'm looking here." Fang Diji lifted the curtain and took a look to confirm.The basin in this bare mountain is like a big bowl, a rough and khaki bowl, and the small and mottled temple in the basin is like a dice thrown in the bowl, bringing people a different future.

"Zhang Hua" Fang Diji was haggard and exhausted. She had never shown such exhaustion in front of others. She was so exhausted that she almost lost her fighting spirit and resistance, like a woman who was hurt and anyone could hurt her.Fang Diji was still dressed as a monk, she tried her best to sit up, and said with some hesitation: "Zhang Hua, take me to the temple."

"Mother, this is by no means a good hiding place. It is too obvious and too isolated."

"I know. You just take me there."

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Fang Diji opened his eyes, what happened in the past three days. (Continued from Chapter 1)

Zhang Hua lowered his head and used a knife to deal with something.

"Behind the altar, there is a very old old stone slab. You open the slate, and there is a barrel of oil inside." Fang Diji said lightly: "Take out the oil and pour it on the doors and windows. Wait for Fangluo to come Yes, light the fire."

Zhang Hua stood up fiercely: "Mother, we put in so much effort, and the three elder brothers died for you. Did you come here to commit suicide? If you had said earlier, I might as well let you die. If your corpse makes a big fuss in the Golden Luan Hall, the Prime Minister will pay a greater price."

"You are so cute." Fang Diji beckoned him to come over: "I supervised the construction of this temple 14 years ago. It was a way for Fang to save himself. No one knows what is in this temple. In this temple There is a secret road leading to the underground palace. There are a lot of treasures, weapons, and enough food and clothing for 100 people to use for a month in the underground palace. I came here five years ago to change the food and clothing. I don’t know if this road is right. My younger brother doesn't know either. Although I don't keep secrets from him, I also have some things that I don't need to tell him, the tunnel leading to the underground palace under the palace, this secret passage, and another way of life, I haven't said anything about it."

"I'm sorry for you, I swore that the inner guards entrusted to me by the emperor, and the inner guards I gave to the emperor, will only do things for the people of the world, and will never serve for my personal interests. I can break the oath, but I can't. "Fang Diji's eye circles were slightly red, and she tried to use a nonchalant tone to say: "If the four of you can get here, we can go together."

Zhang Hua said: "Where is the tunnel? No, no, you don't have to tell me now. I understand."

"I'm going to escape here, reborn, take revenge, and take back everything I own." Fang Diji said with enough strength: "Now prepare the fire oil, as long as this temple is on fire, it will be enough to delay us for half an hour. They can't put out the fire where there is no water source within two hundred miles. I have buried a lot of gunpowder in the ground. Once we escape into the tunnel, we can light candles through the fuse of the tunnel, and then the fire in the mechanism or on the ground will stop in a quarter of an hour. Then detonate the gunpowder."

Seeing that half of the bowl-shaped valley was covered with soldiers and horses, Zhang Hua immediately stood up, pried open the old slate, took out kerosene, and poured it carefully under Fang Diji's reminder and command, and did not get it on himself.

A strange light burst out in Fang Diji's eyes, supported herself with her arms, and climbed to the altar, she couldn't tell whether she was excited or sad in a low voice: "Let me start deceiving him, as the beginning of all deceptions."