After dressing as a villain's ex-wife, she went crazy for whitewashing

After all, Fuchun and the little girl lived in fine clothes and fine food, and never thought that one day, their elder brother would hold a knife across their necks and use them to threaten their biological father.

The little girl had long been terrified by the situation in front of her, and could not speak a word.

Compared to her panic and panic, Fushou on the side was much calmer.

She grew up beside the Empress Dowager since she was a child. Although she didn't learn much about this righteousness, she also knew that if the world was in the hands of Ji Wuhen, the common people would not have a good life.

She ate the salary handed in by the common people, and lived a life of gold and jade, respected by thousands of people, no matter what, she should not be the cause of their suffering.

Fushou thinks clearly, and also knows that it is useless for her to think like this alone, there are the queen, imperial concubine, Fuchun, and many other people in the palace.

Can the emperor really watch these people die in front of him?

He is a wise king, although he is occasionally confused, but at any time, the people and Great Xia are always the first in his heart.

At present, it seems that there is only one way to choose.

Kneeling on the ground, beside Fu Chun who was trembling all over, Fu Shou stretched out his hand, hugged her, and stroked her back as if comforting.

Fu Chun raised his head with tears in his eyes, and under the great panic, he couldn't speak a word.

Fushou took a deep breath, and quietly moved towards Fuchun for a moment, when Ji Wuhen was still confronting Emperor Hui, his fingertips silently touched Fuchun's bun.

She pursed her lower lip, took a deep breath, and was very nervous.

She didn't breathe a sigh of relief until a thick and long hairpin fell into the palm of her hand.

In Ji Wuhen's eyes, a few extremely delicate women are not worthy, so no one cares about her actions.

A stick of incense quickly burned out in front of everyone.

Seeing the ashes falling from the last session, Fu Chun couldn't cry anymore, her voice was hoarse, and her eyes were full of despair.

"The time for a stick of incense has passed, father, have you thought about it?" Ji Wuhen looked leisurely.

Under the long corridor, Emperor Hui's face was ashen, and the corners of his eyes were tight.

It seems self-evident that one side is the biological daughter, and the other side is the common people of the world, which is more important.

But do you really want to give up Fuchun?

He was struggling inwardly.

Seeing that he was silent, Ji Wuhen didn't say much, pulled out the previous knife, waved it in the air, and said with a smile: "It seems that the father didn't think about it, well, don't worry, let's take it easy."

He spoke word by word, raising the knife in his hand.

The empress and concubine's faces were pale, and they closed their eyes in fright.

Seeing that the knife was about to fall, Fushou tightly clutched the hairpin in her hand. Before she could make a move, the emperor's voice sounded in everyone's ears, "Stop!"

Ji Wuhen paused, a little surprised: "Why, Father has already thought about it."

He thought that he would have to kill at least a few people before he could figure it out.

Emperor Hui's lips turned pale, his voice was almost trembling, and he looked at the shivering girl with reddish eyes: "Fuchun, father, I'm sorry."

Let him hand over this peaceful country to a ruthless person, he can't do it.

Hearing this, Ji Wuhen's expression changed instantly.

Fu Chun blinked, as if he had already seen the end of his own death.

"Father—"

She cried out and looked at the aloof emperor with guilt on his face. At this moment, she suddenly understood.

She is the princess of Great Xia, and it is the hard-earned money paid by the common people to pay taxes, so that she has such a noble status without worrying about food and drink.

The imperial grandmother once said to her and Fushou that since she has enjoyed the splendor and wealth of being a princess, one day she will have to pay the due price for the wealth of the past ten years.

At that time, the emperor's grandmother used the late emperor's own sister, Princess Zhaohe as an example, to marry Wu Liang, and only then did she have her current peaceful life.

Now she and Daxia have become options, which means that she must be the one to be abandoned.

Resentment, blame?

Maybe it is.

She stood up unsteadily, and smiled sadly, "Father, my son understands, you don't have to blame yourself."

As soon as these words came out, Ji Wuhen's face darkened.

Fu Chun looked back at him, suppressed her fear, glanced at the cold knife, and rushed over.

"Fuchun!"

Emperor Hui's heart tightened, and the turbulent sorrow and sorrow in his heart rolled, and he couldn't stop crying.

The sound of the skin being cut was almost inaudible. Before Ji Wuhen could react, the girl's fragile and fair neck bumped into him. He subconsciously withdrew the knife, but it was too late.

Blood spattered out and fell on the green shrub branches and leaves, staining the crescent-colored brocade robe red.

"Fuchun!"

Fushou bared his teeth and screamed out.

The noble concubine couldn't help being frightened, rolled her eyes and passed out.

The queen grabbed Fushou who wanted to rush over, her eyes were red and she didn't dare to look any more.

The girl was lying on the ground quietly, her chest did not heave, her pair of beautiful pupils reflected the blue sky, the auspicious cloud pattern embroidered with silver silk thread on her neck was dyed red, spreading from her heart like a blood-colored flower in full bloom, dazzling but And enthusiastic.

No one thought that Fuchun, who has always been timid, would choose to commit suicide. Even Ji Wuhen was stunned for a long time.

There was still the girl's warm blood on the tip of the knife, dripping down drop by drop, as if reminding him of the killing he had just experienced.

A trace of complexity flashed across his eyes, and when he looked up again, it was still that cold face, even a little more bloodthirsty and cruel.

He lifted Fushou and pushed the queen away.

"Light the incense." He said loudly.

Emperor Hui's mind tightened, and a blue bird guard quickly lit a new stick of incense.

Fushou was thrown on the ground by him, and the young man's ruthless voice was heard: "Father's heart is so hard, it must be the same when he gave my mother and concubine poisoned wine."

"You bastard!"

Emperor Hui regretted it very much at this moment, he should have had a glass of poisoned wine and put an end to this bastard, so there would be nothing like today.

"Yeah, I'm an evil barrier." Ji Wuhen was not annoyed either. "But this villain is also your son, Father, and everything I do is also learned from Father."

Emperor Hui stared at him.

However, at this moment, the girl who fell on the ground suddenly stood up, with determination on her beautiful face.

Ji Wuhen only thought that Fushou wanted to imitate Fuchun's suicide, so he threw the knife aside, raised his hand, grabbed her neck, and tightened his strength.

"Why, are you tired of living too?!"

He knew that Fuchun and Fushou had a good relationship.

The two little girls were obviously as courageous as little chickens. Under such circumstances, they chose to commit suicide in order not to become Huidi's target.

Ji Wuhen couldn't figure out where they got the courage.

Emperor Hui and the queen were also stunned.

"Ji Wuhen, you are not worthy of being the prince of Daxia, nor the monarch of Daxia."

With an angry curse, she could clearly feel the hand on her neck tightened, and a strong sense of suffocation hit her. She blushed, gritted her teeth tightly, and raised her hand holding the golden hairpin suddenly.