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Chapter 341 Beauty with Dry Bones, Long Live My Concubine (End)

The root cause of all these problems is Shen Meng.

This person who killed the first emperor with his own hands, who should have been executed for the most heinous crime, is still alive.

She was alive, causing the emperor to be obsessed and stupid.

Sensing the gazes of the people below the tower looking towards her, Shen Meng stood in front of Rongyin, took off the fox fur cloak on her body, and stood in the snow on the tower in a red fairy dress as bright as blood. Above, the color is particularly dazzling.

It's like an extremely beautiful flower blooming in the white snow, a flower infused with blood.

The complexion is like snow, the black hair is scattered, and a little bit of white snow is stained, which is extraordinarily charming. A pair of eyes are slightly raised, and they are charming and seductive.

Rong Yin sat cross-legged, and there was a long piano on the table. He tried to pluck the strings, and the sound of the piano drifted far, far away.

It was as if the two of them were practicing the piano in the courtyard at first.

There was a jug of wine and two white jade cups on the table, Shen Meng picked up the jug and filled the two white jade cups with wine respectively.

"I believe in Rongyin, Rongyin...believes in me too." Shen Meng raised the wine glass, gave it to Rongyin, raised her lips lightly, and said the same words as at the birthday banquet.

Of course he believed it, Rong Yin didn't ask someone to test the wine, even if he was poisoned, it didn't matter, he picked up the wine glass, raised his head and drank it.

"This is the first cup, I want to respect you, everything goes smoothly." Shen Meng raised the cup and drank the wine.

"This second cup, I want to pay respects to your children and grandchildren." Shen Meng continued to speak again, poured a cup for Rong Yin, and filled a cup for herself.

"This third cup..." Shen Meng paused at this point, put down the cup in her hand, did not continue talking, but plucked the strings.

The melodious sound of the piano sounded, and the tacit cooperation between Shen Meng and Rong Yin was almost perfect. The two plucked the strings together and played a song.

The soldiers on the city wall were also attracted, and the people under the imperial city were also caught by the sound, and they all looked up at the city wall.

The end of the song.

Shen Meng stared at Rong Yin, her head was already covered with white snow, now she picked up the wine glass on the table, gently touched Rong Yin's white jade cup, and curled the corners of her lips.

This time she leaned lightly on Rong Yin's shoulder, her whole weight was on Rong Yin's body, as if she was tired.

The voice was shallow and faint, like a faint whisper.

"This is the third cup... I wish the emperor a long and boundless life, embrace thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and enjoy boundless solitude, okay?" Shen Meng's voice sounded beside Rongyin's ear.

Rong Yin's body trembled slightly, listening to Shen Meng's words, he suddenly reacted to something.

"Mengmeng?" Rongyin said, her voice was also very soft, with a little trembling.

But the person in his arms didn't move or respond anymore, just leaned gently on his shoulder, and she fell asleep, a deep sleep.

Rong Yin finally understood something, he lowered his head, and saw the pale face of the person in his arms, with crystal white snow on his head and eyelashes, and now the corners of his lips are hooked, peaceful and beautiful, like the beauty carved from blood jade Usually, her originally pale lips were stained red with blood, and she was so quiet that she didn't even smell her breath.

She is dead.

Never open your eyes to look at him again, smile at him.

What was left to him before his death was... three glasses of wine to him.

I wish him all the best.

Second, I wish him a full house of descendants.

Third, I wish him a long life without boundaries, embrace thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and enjoy incomparable loneliness.

It is the cruelest wish in the world.

　It's over, it's time to prepare for the next plane~
　　I wish you a long life without borders, embrace thousands of miles of land, and enjoy incomparable loneliness. This sentence is not original by me. It comes from the Internet. I haven’t found the source after searching for a long time. I don’t know where it is...

　　Writing this story was also inspired by seeing this sentence.

　　
　　
　
(End of this chapter)