Bend that ghost

Riding a steed to the palace hero to save the beauty said it sounds good, but in fact, Wen Yuan was stopped as soon as he arrived at the gate of the city, and then he was sent to the palace again tied up and forced to kneel on the dragon chair in front of all civil and military officials. In the next moment, the scene was not chic at all.

Jing Lian's five fingers on the dragon chair were like hooks, clasping the luxurious armrest tightly, his knuckles were white, and his eyes, which were usually as calm as water, were full of anger, but beneath that was deep powerlessness and despair.

Wen Yuan smiled nonchalantly, and met Jing Lian's burning eyes, as tender as ever, knelt and knelt in front of the civil and military courts, like a green pine, proud and unyielding.

"Chen, you're back!"

Wen Yuan has been proud all his life, bowing his head only for Jing Lian.

As the saying goes, deep love does not last long.

Jing Lian remained expressionless and sat on the dragon chair, allowing the prime minister to list Wen Yuan's crimes, calling it a good name for the world to announce. Wen Yuan knelt upright, as if the person mentioned in the imperial decree was not him generally.

But Wen Yuan also had to admit that the truth of the imperial decree is still a bit solid.

For example, the murder of the prince—His Royal Highness Mu Wang who died unfortunately was indeed murdered by him, but it was not murder, he was killed on the battlefield openly.

For example, Hu Mei seduced the Lord—in fact, it seemed that he was the one who was bewitched, right?If the old emperor knew that the crown prince was the one below, he wondered if he would be able to jump out of the imperial mausoleum in anger.

For example, framing a courtier—well...that's a bit much, but it's not a frame, right?It's just to expose what those people did to the world.

Until the prime minister's voice stopped, all the civil and military officials knelt down on the ground and shouted: "Please give me the death of the guilty minister, and give me back Yuan Shanghai Qingheyan, and the country is clear!"

Wen Yuan sneered, your Yuan Shang has not destroyed the country until now, thanks to my Wen family's credit, and now you want to kill the Wen family's patriarch and say so high-soundingly, I really don't know if it is better to say that they are good-looking, or that they are brain-dead.

"enough."

With a cold and magnetic voice, and an uncompromising tone, all the court was silent for a while.

Jing Lian stood up, slowly got off the dragon chair, and walked towards the kneeling man step by step until he was in front of him, as if he had finished his life.

Wen Yuan raised his eyes and made eye contact. Jing Lian stared blankly at the man who was supposed to be unparalleled, and then bent down in front of Man Chao Wenwu, and covered Wen Yuan's neck with his slender white and jade-like palm, his lips moved silently. Said a word.

——When you come back, you can only die in my hands.

The corners of Wen Yuan's lips twitched, and he slowly closed his eyes, calmly not looking like someone going to die.

——Willingly.

Jing Lian slowly closed his five fingers until he could no longer touch the pulsating neck veins of the man. Even when the man died, his back was still as straight as a green hill and a pine rock.

He raised his eyes, his eyes were silent, extremely cold, as if he had suppressed all his emotions, he uttered three words in a hoarse voice: "Get out."

Seeing that the goal had been achieved, the prime minister and the others had no intention of staying to make trouble, and retreated out one by one with lowered eyebrows.

In the empty hall, there were only two people like stone statues left. Jing Lian let go, took the fallen body of that person, and held him in his arms, just like Wen Yuan had carefully protected him in his arms countless days and nights , lowered his head and gently kissed Wen Yuan's still-cool forehead.

Protecting the corpse of his sweetheart like protecting a fragile treasure, he buried his face in the neck of the corpse, in the most intimate and dependent posture, Jing Lian burst into tears for the first time in his life, and his hoarse and mournful cry seemed particularly desolate in the empty hall.

He didn't cry when he was sent to the enemy country in his life, and he didn't cry when he was humiliated in the enemy country. He didn't even cry when he returned home and learned that his mother was dead. Now he is crying in this magnificent palace holding the body of his sweetheart Like a child who has lost everything.

The man did not shed tears, but he did not go to the sad place.

How painful is it to kill a lover with one's own hands to make a high-ranking emperor cry until his heart breaks?

Wen Zhijiang felt sorry for the experience of his ancestor, and didn't know what to say for a long time. Looking at Wen Yuan who was sitting in the coffin and hugging his sweetheart, his brows and eyes were full of tenderness, and Wen Yuan suddenly felt a little blocked in his heart. For the first time, he wanted to He knew what happened next, but Wen Yuan didn't say anything, and he was too embarrassed to ask.

Yuan Shang destroyed the country, the corpses on the city wall, the skeletons in the altar, including Jing Lian's corpse in Wen Yuan's arms, all told him that everything did not end because of Wen Yuan's death, and after that...maybe Something more tragic happened.

Wen Zhijiang turned his head to look at Lu Li, instinctively wanting to ask for help, but suddenly froze, did he rely on Lu Li so much?

Although it was just a subconscious move, no matter what he encountered in the past, Wen Zhijiang would habitually find a solution by himself. Even when life and death were in the operating room for a moment, he would find the most reasonable solution most rationally.

Lu Li, who accurately received Wen Zhijiang's call for help, frowned. If it wasn't for the fact that Wen Yuan was the young master's ancestor, he would have taken the young master away long ago. Their current identities are too sensitive, and they might show up at any time. In the name of subjugating demons and eliminating demons, a decent sect directly crushed the two of them to death.

No matter how powerful Lu Li is, he is still hard to beat with two fists and four hands. What's more, the young master of Maoshan is still here.

But it was obvious that Wen Zhijiang didn't want to just leave.

After a long while, Wen Zhijiang pursed his lips and said, "After you died, no one would continue the fortune of the country for Yuan Shang, so Yuan Shang will destroy the country?"

Wen Yuan chuckled softly, and the face that was already so beautiful as a monstrosity was even more magnificent when he smiled, and said with a bit of sarcasm: "No, it is destiny for Yuan Shang to destroy the country, but it's a pity that those old things think they killed me , can take away Lian'er's rights. It's a pity... ruthless people are the most difficult to deal with. They all think that I am cruel, but in fact, if it weren't for me, Lian'er would only do worse than me. Lian'er is like a The sword, and I am the scabbard, of course a sword without a scabbard will hurt people."

Wen Zhijiang raised his eyebrows in surprise. According to what Wen Yuan said, Jing Lian should have always been the clean and spotless Prince His Highness, because Wen Yuan did all the things that could not be seen for him. The sword is actually Jing Lian? !

"So... Yuan Shang destroyed the country, not by the enemy's country, but..." Lu Li paused, glanced at Jing Lian, then looked away calmly, and then continued: "Because Jing Lian .”

The destruction of a country is not due to encroachment by other countries, but because of its monarch. The monarch destroyed his own country with his own hands. This is simply... absurd truth like a joke.

No wonder Wen Yuan would say that he is the scabbard and Jing Lian is the sharp sword.

A double-edged sword, killing without blood.