Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Xiao Shuhua didn't know how she got out of that small courtyard that day, she only remembered that when she regained consciousness, she was already standing outside the courtyard gate.

The soldier guarding the gate said good-bye to her in a good-natured way, and she returned the salute in a daze, her eyes still locked on the closed courtyard gate when she left.

After Xiao Shuhua left, Mu Shiyan immediately brought over the food and wine that she had warmed for a long time, then turned to the main room and invited Mo Shuyuan.

"...I never thought that it would be you who would be willing to stay by my king's side in the end." In the hut, Mo Shuyuan must have been staring at the table of wine and dishes that were still steaming, with complicated emotions in his pupils.

Before, he thought that he and Mu Shiyan were just looking out for their own interests and taking what they needed, but now that the palace is in ruins, it is rare for him to catch a glimpse of the true feelings of adversity from her.

Thinking of this, the young man couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in his heart, he was about to take the woman's hand and express his heartfelt feelings, but Mu Shiyan took advantage of the loophole and dodged it lightly.

"My lord, it's cold outside. This dish cools down quickly. If you have anything to worry about, let's talk about it after dinner." The woman lowered her eyebrows, took the shirt and cloak that the young man had taken off, and held it by hand. He opened the round stool beside him.

Mo Shuyuan only thought that she was shy, and when the two lived apart for a long time, it was unavoidable that they would be born in the same room, so he didn't think about it, he lifted his robe and sat down next to the table.

The charcoal fire in the house is so full that people can't help but relax, and the delicious food and wine have aroused the young man's appetite for a long time, so as soon as he was seated, he couldn't wait to pick up a piece of shredded pork that had been thickened with chopsticks.

"Delicious." The sweet and sour sauce exploded from the tip of his tongue, and the warm but not hot dishes warmed his stomach along the throat. After taking a bite of the dishes, Mo Shuyuan raised his brows and eyes contentedly. Seeing this, Mu Shiyan , hastily raised his hand to fill a cup for him: "It's good if it tastes good, the prince thinks it's delicious, so the concubine's work is not in vain."

"Come, drink, I will offer a cup to the prince."

"Okay, drink!" Mo Shuyuan nodded, then held up the porcelain cup and drank until there was nothing left.

In fact, since he met Song Xianxian on the [-]th day of the twelfth lunar month, he has been unable to eat, and now it is difficult to gain some appetite, and he drank more wine than usual.

After drinking for three rounds, he already had a feeling of drunkenness on his face, and I don't know if it was because of his state of mind, no matter how he drank the wine tonight, it had a faint medicine-like bitterness.

"Yan'er, Yan'er, let me tell you—" the young man's eyes were blurred in the flickering candle, and he started chattering while holding the wine cup, "in this king's life—the most sorry thing is my three elder brother."

"Third brother, third brother, he didn't commit suicide in fear of crime, he died at the hands of this king—this king, this king personally killed him—"

"When this king stabbed the knife into his body, he behaved like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered—this king knew that he felt uncomfortable, but I, I also felt uncomfortable——"

"Woooo...I killed my elder brother with my own hands, and this king will never have an elder brother again."

"And my unborn nephew—this king knows that uncle and the others did it on purpose, but what can I do? This king also wants that position—"

"I'm sorry for them, I know I'm sorry for them..." Mo Shuyuan covered his eyes with his arms and sobbed. Seeing this, Mu Shiyan slowly leaned over and patted the young man's back as if to comfort him.

"My lord still remembers your unborn nephew." The woman lowered her eyes and quietly squeezed the seven-inch tea knife hidden in her sleeve.

She had recently sharpened the tip of the knife with the bottom of a bowl (porcelain bowl) secretly, and now it can easily pierce through ordinary clothes.

"The prince...do you still remember the child who was lost as a concubine?" Mu Shiyan murmured in the young man's ear, and suddenly got angry in the next breath, and suddenly turned her wrist and sent out the tea knife.

The fishy smell rose from his waist, and the severe pain instantly dissipated Mo Shuyuan's drunkenness. He wanted to push away the woman who was holding his back with pain, but when he thought of it, he realized that his limbs were limp at this moment I can't give birth to any strength!
"You...what did you put in the wine?!" The young man raised his eyes to look at the smiling woman in horror, and almost instantly remembered those pots of weird, slightly bitter wine.

"It's just a little tonic." Mu Shiyan pulled out the tea knife nonchalantly upon hearing this, and pushed the man to the ground casually. The red blink soaked through the two layers of thin shirt on his body, and the woman raised the blade in her hand again.

"One point, there is no harm in being a concubine, but it is a tonic that can make your hands and feet lose strength."

"So, do you remember that kid?"

"The poor boy killed by his father's own orders."

"My concubine has been looking forward to countless days and nights of children." Mu Shiyan murmured with lowered eyes, and the tea knife pierced through the young man's waist and abdomen for the second time with great force.

"I remember, I remember—ah!" Mo Shuyuan stared at the crazy woman in front of him, and his body trembled unconsciously—although the tip of the tea knife was sharpened by someone, the two sides The blade is still blunt.

The terrible pain caused by the blunt knife cutting flesh made him almost unable to open his throat. Every time he opened his mouth, the only thing he blurted out was an out of tune broken cry of pain!
——Today is the [-]th Shangyuan, and there is a sea of ​​fireworks in the capital. Most of the servants in the courtyard have gone to the streets to play, and the imperial guards guarding far outside the gate can't hear his shouts!
"It's not okay for the prince to always shout like that. What if someone else is attracted?" The woman who made two stabs in succession tilted her head, then grabbed a piece of tablecloth and forced it into the young man's mouth.

So far, Mu Shiyan, who has no more scruples, copied the tea knife, gouged out Mo Shuyuan's body indiscriminately, and splashed the beauty on her cheeks, but she seemed unaware of it.

—he looked, like a beast.

The woman thought with a blank face, but the strength of her hand did not decrease in the slightest.

After an unknown amount of time, the trembling young man had collapsed into a puddle of mud. She looked down at the dying man and spoke dreamily:

"You know? My lord, at the very beginning, my concubine was just a single-minded person who wanted to be considerate."

"—The concubine once really admired you."

But unfortunately, he doesn't deserve it.

She also paid the wrong heart.

Mu Shiyan closed her eyes, then watched Mo Shuyuan die unwillingly.

After the great revenge was avenged, she seemed to have been taken out of the spine suddenly, and she fell limp to the ground almost instantly.

Shang's warm blood ran down her skirt and stained her ankles. She supported her sore wrists and pulled out the gold hairpin on her head tremblingly.

"My lord—"

The woman lowered her voice and murmured in a low voice, and when she finished speaking, she clasped the double-strand golden hairpin tightly with her hands, and stabbed her throat violently——

"When I met you for the first time, I was also in Shangyuan."

There are still a few boxes of lunch boxes that have not been distributed, continue in the next chapter