When the Broken Sleeve Travels to the Country of Women

"He's dead." Zeli's voice had obviously lowered a few tones, so why did he still seem so startled.

Huang Fufeng's hand was still playing with the armrest of the dragon chair intentionally or unintentionally, caressing the smooth pattern on it, hoping to maintain a little calm by doing so.

He also thought that no matter what, he would save Lu Yanshu's life, and he would not let him die so simply.

However, all thoughts have been interrupted by such a fluffy sentence.

His slender hands tightly clutched the cold armrest of the dragon chair, and the delicate pattern made his fingers hurt.

Huang Fufeng's thin body was trembling on the golden dragon chair, with a grin that was uglier than crying, "Dead, how is it possible, obviously...he..."

It was normal in the morning, but he also killed someone, just like killing Huang Wuqing before, without a trace of human emotion...

But Zeli showed a rare vicious expression, "You still don't believe it, it's true, I should have known earlier, you wouldn't believe him, or you wait until I finish speaking, and then evaluate whether it is true or not."

Huang Fufeng struggled to get up from the cold dragon chair, put his hands on the dragon bank, and looked down at Zeli.

Zeli didn't care whether he agreed or not, and continued talking on his own.

"You are really stupid, you have never listened to his explanation, but you seem to know everything about the truth you believe in and the endless hatred you believe against him, but why can't you give him even a little bit of trust? Don't you realize what's suspicious?"

Many unreasonable thoughts were circling in his mind, Huang Fufeng seemed to be a little anxious, he couldn't wait for Zeli's slow confession with a lot of accusations, as if he desperately wanted to get into his stomach and clarify everything he knew.

Seeing Huang Fufeng's face getting paler, Zeli finally said, "Haven't you ever wondered why the most loyal general in the eyes of the world betrayed two masters one after another?"

He thought about this question, but it was no longer his turn to ask, so Zeli continued: "Could it be that you really think that your persuasion that night moved Wang Jing?"

Huang Fufeng looked back at Zeli, as if to say: Isn't it.

Zeli smiled sarcastically, "It's really naive and stupid."

"So, I fell into your trap again."

Zeli was furious, and shouted, "Why is it that now, you still haven't forgotten to judge him with the greatest malice."

The two confronted each other fiercely, but Wang Jing, who was supposed to go out, entered the Golden Luan Hall without an order, "Your Highness, forgive me, there are some things that I have to say."

For the first time, Huang Fufeng saw a very complicated expression on Wang Jing's serious face, which seemed to be filled with regret and sympathy.

A certain guess seems to be slowly being confirmed.

Wang Jing slowly talked about the past, "I was born in a poor family when I was a child. Fortunately, my neighbors took care of me and I was able to grow up. After entering the official career, my biggest wish is to do something for the people.

"In the past, according to my minister, the second emperor and empress Wu were the best successors. However, God was jealous of talents, the country was in turmoil, and the first emperor usurped the throne. The third emperor seemed to have mediocre qualifications at that time. On the other hand, your highness, apart from your gender mismatch With a kind heart and loving the people like a son, he is the best candidate to inherit the throne, and his fellow ministers are generally men. I have seen the tragic fate of men in the folk, and I also hate this feminist country, so I plan to belong to your subordinates, Lu Wanshu gave me this opportunity."

"Under his exquisite layout, we quelled the usurpation of the eldest princess and the rebellion of the third princess. His talent has deeply impressed me. I am already shaken. Maybe he is more suitable to be emperor. He will definitely be a wise king."

The sympathy and regret on Wang Jing's face couldn't be more obvious, "He could have owned the world, but he didn't want to."

Huang Fufeng smiled palely, as if he was muttering to himself, as if he was trying to persuade himself, and more, as if he was afraid of the truth being exposed, "I don't want to! Didn't he take this country as he wished?"

He is still trying his best to speculate on Lu's edict with the greatest malice, it seems that as long as he does this, he will not be the one who is at fault, and the tearing pain in his heart can be reduced a little.

But he still can't lie to himself. It's not that he hasn't been tempted by the throne above [-] people, because the golden throne under him is the proof.

Wang Jing seemed to see through everything, and finally sighed deeply, "Your Highness, you really misunderstood him. The new dynasty is in turmoil. He took over the throne because he wanted to return it to you after the court is stable!"

Huang Fufeng felt that his mind was empty for a moment, so that Wang Jing's next words didn't sound so real.

"The assassination of the new emperor has long been countless, and the trip out of the palace to sacrifice almost killed the new emperor." Wang Jing's voice was very old, showing respect, but his words were as sharp as a sharp knife. life.

Huang Fufeng's mind was in confusion. What was Lu Wanshu doing on the day of the sacrifice? Was he taking the risk that he should have borne?

The things in his heavy head are slowly replaying, what was he doing that day.

It seemed that she was saddened by Huang Wuqing's death, had the most malicious suspicion of Lu Yanshu, and also, used her body to pretend to cater to her.

All this, Lu Yanshu will not be ignorant.

Wang Jing was still explaining the cause and effect, "The court is treacherous, and it is even more dangerous. Except for many corrupt officials, the officials hate and fear him, the court gradually stabilized, and the road to the throne has already been paved for him. You have done it, today is the day when he returns to the throne, and you will be a generation of Mingjun."

Wang Jing had already taken out the tiger talisman, and carefully handed it over to Long'an, "The military power, the veteran, will be returned to you today."

Huang Fufeng's eyes were out of focus, and he slumped on the high seat without looking.

It took him a long time to come back to his senses, Wang Jing had already retreated, and Zeli was still standing in the center of the hall, with sympathy and hatred on his face.

"Where is he? I want to see him." Huang Fufeng asked eagerly in a hoarse voice.

"I won't see you anymore. As I said, he's dead." Zeli's tone was much calmer than before.

Zeli knew that he didn't believe him, but he still didn't want to reveal the whereabouts of Lu Wanshu, even if it was just a corpse, he said to himself: "Let me tell you a few more things, it's a pity that I promised him not to move you, otherwise it would be a good idea to die together The choice, but it is not so easy, even if you are alive, you don't want to feel at ease."

Huang Fufeng clearly saw the hatred in Zeli's eyes, but he still didn't interrupt, but chose to listen.

Perhaps it was intuition, he knew that after listening to it, he would feel worse than death.

"Outside the palace that day, you stunned him and went to find Wang Jing secretly. You really thought he didn't know your plan full of loopholes, how could he not know, together with this old subordinate of Huang Wuzhong, should have Those who were burned to death were saved by him for you."

It was a warm and warm spring day, probably because the throne made of gold seemed a bit cold, Huang Fufeng shivered slightly from the freezing of this golden thing.

It’s just that he shouldn’t be let go, so Liben didn’t let him go, and continued to talk about the old things that could cut him into pieces, “By the way, you don’t know who assassinated you today, right? ...No! You don't even know that it was you who assassinated you, so let me tell you that Han Luoqiu came to assassinate you this morning. Then you must not know what he said to my brother before he died, right? "

Zeli paused for a long time, then sneered sadly, "Huang Fufeng intends to rebel."

"Unexpectedly, Han Luoqiu came to accuse you of the secret of the rebellion. This person must be trying to find a way out of life. Normally, he should have made meritorious service. You have heard, but my brother cut him into pieces. Yes, do you know why?"

He had heard of it, so he hated Lu Wanshu's viciousness even more, "Why..." It was clear at a glance that Lu Wanshu was for him.

Compared to Zeli's ferocious complexion, Huang Fufeng's complexion was already so pale that there was no blood left.

"Because he wanted to kill you. This reason is not surprising at all. He never spared anyone who wanted to hurt you. Han Luoqiu is like this, Chang Yue is like this, and so is Huang Wuqing."

Lu Yanshu's cruelty and heartlessness are for him, such a stupid and hateful him.

Huang Fufeng's face turned from white to green, but Zeli still didn't let him go.

"Speaking of your dear, thoughtful sister, I will tell you about the scene of her death."

Huang Fufeng had clenched his fists tightly, and something hot was rolling in his heart.

Zeli ignored his expression and slowly uncovered layers of mysteries, "When Huang Wuqing took you hostage, you hated him to the core, right? He completely ignored your life and killed your sister, right? It's not like this."

Zeli stared closely at the person sitting on the high seat, as if asking a question, Huang Fufeng finally answered in a trembling and weak voice, "So what."

There was sarcasm and hatred on Zeli's face, but there was still pride that Huang Fufeng couldn't see through. He said slowly: "If you can't save him, I will die."

An inexplicable sentence was enough to make Huang Fufeng's heart split, "That's what my stupid brother said, you have discovered that what was shot at that time was two arrows, you probably only thought I shot it sideways."

A look of pride flashed across Zeli's face, "But you've heard it too, I've always been good at archery."

A flash of panic flashed in Huang Fufeng's eyes, Zeli saw it clearly, and sneered, "I'm just betting with him, he bet that Huang Wuqing will let you go. After all, you have blocked arrows for Huang Wuqing, right?" , Because of this, he won the bet, and Huang Wuqing really didn't use you to block the arrow. Otherwise, I would have shot his arrow in the wrong direction, but he was afraid that I would make a mistake, so he said such a sentence."

"If you don't save him, I will die." Zeli shook his head, "He just said that, how sincere, but you tell me that you hate him."

Something very bitter stuck in his throat, Huang Fufeng could hardly breathe.

Zeli finally started to talk about Lu Wanshu's whereabouts, probably because of this, Huang Fufeng was still awake.

"Didn't you ask about his whereabouts? I'll tell you now."

"He's really dead." Surprisingly, tears fell down Zeli's resolute face at this time.

"You have a wound on your wrist."

Huang Fufeng's mind no longer allowed him to dominate, he just instinctively followed Zeli's words.

He opened his sleeves tremblingly, and there was indeed a small opening in the blood vessel of his wrist, which was neither painful nor itchy, and it was a strange wound that he hadn't noticed before.

"It's from last night." Yes, it was the last night between him and Lu Wanshu.

At this time, Huang Fufeng's mind was already agitated, and if he couldn't bear it any longer, he would be arrogant, and he had already roared: "What are you trying to say!"

But Zeli roared back with a more forceful voice: "You have a Gu worm in your body, he died to save you."

"No, you're lying to me...you're lying to me..." But the facts were confirmed after all, Huang Fufeng could only have an out-of-control expression.

"Love lock Gu, you've heard of it!" Huang Fufeng had predicted many things wrong.

"Why, you still don't believe me?" Zeli had restrained his emotions, "Get up and look at the person behind your dragon seat."

Huang Fufeng trembled all over, he was really afraid that behind the dragon seat he was sitting on, there would be that person's cold corpse.

His strength has been taken away by the fear in his heart, he climbed behind the dragon chair.

There is no corpse, but the reality is more cruel than he imagined.

On the ground, there was only a puddle of blood, or a blood-stained gown lying on the gorgeous floor, dazzlingly red.

Next to the bloody coat is a fragment of a jade tablet, the same as the one hanging around his waist

Lu Wanshu is dead, but there is no body left.

Finally, the scorching heat in his chest could no longer be suppressed, and Huang Fufeng could only feel a fishy sweetness in his mouth, "Pfft..." The bright red blood splashed onto the already dark red blood on the ground.

There was a buzzing in my head, and then it fell silent.

Closing his eyes, he seemed to see Zeli's faint smile, and in the end, there was only endless darkness.