In love with the enchanting senior brother: the lady strikes

There was no ecstasy, no surprise, he only had a bleak smile on his lips, "After so many years, the late emperor still doesn't understand me?" After finishing speaking, he sighed slowly, and his body sank slowly .

He can't die like this!

I yelled in his ear: "Xue Xu, that cloud of yours killed me. I have a deep hatred with her, and I will never die! If you die, I will skin her and drag her to the dogs!"

His body trembled, and his small voice was barely audible: "Wen Ruyu, he must have a way to save you, go find Wen Ruyu..."

"Let me in! Husband! Husband! Husband!" Outside the door, Wen's mournful cry disturbed the quiet night to pieces.

I coldly glanced at Xue Xu, who was covered in blood, and opened the door resolutely.

Wen's family was thrown on the ground tied up by the ninth senior brother, with tears and snot all over her face. I saw her embarrassed appearance, and suddenly wanted to laugh, "Princess, your husband is going to die soon! You have done a great job in killing your relatives righteously." ah!"

Her eyes were red, and she said in a daze, "No, no, you are talking nonsense!"

I shook my head, "It's a pity that he hasn't been tried in Dali Temple yet. People in the world can't see how King Dingnan Xian became a prisoner! Alas, if he can leave his breath and go back to Beijing to beg for a layman Wuliang, it's impossible." I can still... oh..."

There seemed to be a glimmer of hope in her eyes, "Master Wuliang?"

I wiped the remaining blood on my palm, smiled and nodded.

Wen raised her dirty face, "Let me in!"

【Lady strikes】

On the eighth day of the seventh lunar month, the regent King Qin led troops to capture Chizhou, the old nest of the rebel army, and the rebel Xue Xu was defeated and committed suicide.

On the ninth day of the seventh lunar month, King Qin returned to the court, leaving his deputy commander Liang Ziyi and the son of Jingyuan Hou Zhao Yue to encircle and suppress the remnants of Xue Xu in the southwest.

On August [-]th, it has been raining continuously for five days, and misty water vapor is permeating everywhere, and the already dark dungeon has added a lot of humidity. I covered my mouth and nose with a veil to block the musty smell.

Going straight along the long corridor to the end, it is the most heavily guarded cell in the dungeon, and it is also the cell with the worst environment in the dungeon. Even on the brightest sunny day, there is no light shining in. A small oil lamp was emitting a dim yellow light, and the straw covered the ground was wet with drops of water, as if it had just been fished out of the water.

"Hehe, Husband, Husband, I will serve you as a concubine, hehe..." A hoarse female voice suddenly sounded, echoing in the empty prison, like ghostly whispers.

I stood outside the prison door, squinted my eyes, and saw Wen's figure clearly through the lantern in Chunxian's hand.

She huddled in the corner, her black hair was disheveled, her plain and elegant white dress was so dark that she couldn't see the original color at all. She held a handful of straw in her arms, and her pale and wrinkled face was full of scars. It was a blurred smile, looking at the straw, it was like a wolf seeing meat, or a dog seeing ×.

"Is she still the same?" I waved the dispersed dust and asked the guard standing aside respectfully.

"Yes, since the first day I came here, Mrs. Wen has been insane, holding the bundle of straw every day and calling 'husband'."

I nodded slightly, motioning the guards to step back.

"Princess, Ye Rong is here to see you!" My smiling voice was exceptionally crisp in the dungeon.

She didn't seem to hear my words, she was still gently stroking the ball of straw.

I smiled softly: "Princess, it's me, I'm Ye Rong, your husband has admired Ye Rong for many years!" There was no ecstasy, no surprise, he only had a bleak smile on his lips, "This After many years, the late emperor still doesn't understand me?" After saying that, he sighed slowly, and his body sank slowly.

He can't die like this!

I yelled in his ear: "Xue Xu, that cloud of yours killed me. I have a deep hatred with her, and I will never die! If you die, I will skin her and drag her to the dogs!"

His body trembled, and his small voice was barely audible: "Wen Ruyu, he must have a way to save you, go find Wen Ruyu..."

"Let me in! Husband! Husband! Husband!" Outside the door, Wen's mournful cry disturbed the quiet night to pieces.

I coldly glanced at Xue Xu, who was covered in blood, and opened the door resolutely.

Wen's family was thrown on the ground tied up by the ninth senior brother, with tears and snot all over her face. I saw her embarrassed appearance, and suddenly wanted to laugh, "Princess, your husband is going to die soon! You have done a great job in killing your relatives righteously." ah!"

Her eyes were red, and she said in a daze, "No, no, you are talking nonsense!"

I shook my head, "It's a pity that he hasn't been tried in Dali Temple yet. People in the world can't see how King Dingnan Xian became a prisoner! Alas, if he can leave his breath and go back to Beijing to beg for a layman Wuliang, it's impossible." I can still... oh..."

There seemed to be a glimmer of hope in her eyes, "Master Wuliang?"

I wiped the remaining blood on my palm, smiled and nodded.

Wen raised her dirty face, "Let me in!"

【Lady strikes】

On the eighth day of the seventh lunar month, the regent King Qin led troops to capture Chizhou, the old nest of the rebel army, and the rebel Xue Xu was defeated and committed suicide.

On the ninth day of the seventh lunar month, King Qin returned to the court, leaving his deputy commander Liang Ziyi and the son of Jingyuan Hou Zhao Yue to encircle and suppress the remnants of Xue Xu in the southwest.

On August [-]th, it has been raining continuously for five days, and misty water vapor is permeating everywhere, and the already dark dungeon has added a lot of humidity. I covered my mouth and nose with a veil to block the musty smell.

Going straight along the long corridor to the end, it is the most heavily guarded cell in the dungeon, and it is also the cell with the worst environment in the dungeon. Even on the brightest sunny day, there is no light shining in. A small oil lamp was emitting a dim yellow light, and the straw covered the ground was wet with drops of water, as if it had just been fished out of the water.

"Hehe, Husband, Husband, I will serve you as a concubine, hehe..." A hoarse female voice suddenly sounded, echoing in the empty prison, like ghostly whispers.

I stood outside the prison door, squinted my eyes, and saw Wen's figure clearly through the lantern in Chunxian's hand.

She huddled in the corner, her black hair was disheveled, her plain and elegant white dress was so dark that she couldn't see the original color at all. She held a handful of straw in her arms, and her pale and wrinkled face was full of scars. It was a blurred smile, looking at the straw, it was like a wolf seeing meat, or a dog seeing ×.

"Is she still the same?" I waved the dispersed dust and asked the guard standing aside respectfully.

"Yes, since the first day I came here, Mrs. Wen has been insane, holding the bundle of straw every day and calling 'husband'."

I nodded slightly, motioning the guards to step back.

"Princess, Ye Rong is here to see you!" My smiling voice was exceptionally crisp in the dungeon.

She didn't seem to hear my words, she was still gently stroking the ball of straw.

I smiled softly: "Princess, it's me, I'm Ye Rong, Ye Rong, whom your husband has admired for many years!"