set of flowers

The branches and leaves are interlaced on the blue silk, among which there are green pine needles dotted on the branches, which are in sharp contrast to the most eye-catching large red leaves on the silk. The unusual structure makes this small world more attractive.

Yuchixiang holds the embroidery shed in her left hand, and shuttles the silver needle in her right hand on the silk. The long or short thin threads are closely and regularly arranged to form the texture of branches and leaves, and the dark silk threads and colors form the dark parts, making the picture more beautiful. The layers are clear, but the silk surface is smooth and does not give people a heavy feeling. The silk thread is bright in color, but the tone is natural and soft.

There were footsteps coming from her ear, Yu Chixiang didn't pay much attention, she concentrated on the stitches in her hands, until someone stopped behind her and said: "The embroidery is really good."

Yu Chixiang remembered the voice, so she was frightened and almost hurt her hand by the embroidery needle.She looked at the person who came, and when she saw it, it was indeed the eldest lady of the villa, Wang Yudie.

Yuchixiang turned her head back, hurriedly inserted the needle on the silk, put the embroidery shed on the table and stood up, turned to face Wang Yudie, bowed her knees and saluted——

"Ma'am."

Wang Yudie sat in Yu Chixiang's original position, picked up the embroidery shed, but regretted it: "It's a pity."

Yu Chixiang didn't understand what it meant, but still bowed her head respectfully.

She occasionally helps the maids with work, and has seen Wang Yudie several times during her visits.

Wang Yudie put the embroidery shed aside and motioned for Yu Chixiang to sit opposite her: "Sit."

Yu Chixiang nodded, sat down, and then listened to the shocking words: "Can the technique of killing people be so beautiful?"

Yu Chixiang's gaze passed by Wang Yudie and landed outside the room, only to see that the sun was shining brightly outside, and the courtyard was quiet and deserted.Yu Chixiang thought: Have everyone been called away?

This is the side courtyard where the maids lived, although it was not noisy on weekdays, and she couldn't see the whole picture from the inside of the house, but her intuition told her that there were only two of them left in this courtyard.

If Wang Yudie really thought she was a killer, why would she put herself in danger?

Illusion?Was it Hua Qianyu who sent her to test it out?

Yu Chixiang showed a look of astonishment: "Killing..."

"Yes, to kill someone, you have a task." Wang Yudie smiled lightly.

"Task?"

Yu Chixiang wanted to pretend to be ignorant, but she saw Wang Yudie took out a jade tablet from her sleeve, the blue surface of the tablet was carved with water patterns, a square area protruded from the center of the water pattern, and the word "dark" was engraved in the middle of the area .

"Why?" Yu Chixiang's expression suddenly became solemn.

Wang Yudie put away the jade card and said with a smile, "Otherwise, why do you think you can successfully connect every time? Of course it's because this is Gu Fang Villa, my Gu Fang Villa."

"Who do you want me to kill?"

"An...ah no, it should be called Huang Mingxi now."

……

Even at such a short distance, under An Mingxi's quick reaction, the tip of the knife failed to pierce An Mingxi's chest.

An Mingxi held the blade, stared at Yuchixiang in surprise, and even forgot to breathe under the pressure.

Yuchixiang let go, taking advantage of An Mingxi's hand holding her shoulder to lose strength, pushed his arm away, and supported her body with the bedpost.

An Mingxi was puzzled: "Why..."

Blood from the blade slid down his arm.

"There is no reason, I just accepted the order to kill you."

An Mingxi inhaled slowly, and after smoothing his breathing, he threw the dagger on the ground and asked, "Why didn't you kill me?"

Yu Chixiang, whose face was covered with beads of sweat, laughed at himself, and replied, "I can't use my strength anymore."

The abdomen swelled as if it was inflated, and the scorching heat of the internal organs gradually overwhelmed the tearing sensation of the sharp knife piercing through the abdomen, and the desire to vomit became stronger. She still opened her mouth when she touched her tongue, spitting out the food residue mixed in the blood.

So, in the end, is she going to die so ugly?

"I shouldn't have eaten those snacks." Yu Chixiang reached out and wiped her face.

An Mingxi's eyes were dry, but the redness on the whites of his eyes hadn't faded away.He asked again, "Why did you save me?"

"In order to create a chance to kill you, as long as you put down your guard and approach me, I will have a chance..." Yu Chixiang was sleepy, but still struggling to hold his eyelids, he muttered, "I don't know martial arts, even if I can catch If I have other chances to kill you, I can't escape from your guards, so I might as well just let it go... Ha... I know that person can't kill you, but if I block the sword for you, you will definitely let go of your guard and approach me, no? huh?...I understand you."

"Why didn't you kill me?"

"I said...haha," she laughed self-deprecatingly, but even her laughter was weak, "Forget it, I really don't have the heart to kill you, it's better to say that I just came to die... If you don't complete the task, you will die Ah... I'm going to die, so it doesn't matter what the mission is, right? There is no possibility of leaving my name in history, so what can I persist in the end... Is my death really meaningful?"

"I will remember you." An Mingxi said.

Yu Chixiang focused her already distracted eyes on his face, and said with a smile: "Okay, thank you..." The originally peaceful voice turned into a cry.

She kept her voice steady, but she was as angry as a thread: "Do you know who is going to kill you?"

"Who?"

"It's the emperor, the emperor of Daning!"

An Mingxi felt as if struck by lightning, his whole body paused, and he listened to Yuchixiang's continued speech with downcast eyes: "So no matter where you are... wherever you are..."

An Mingxi raised her head, her heavy eyelids had already closed, only her bloody lips opened and closed: "It's just a mission, just a mission... I hurt you, I'm sorry."

"It's okay," An Mingxi responded softly, "Thank you."

"Oh, stupid..."

I'm sorry for ruining your relationship with your father.

Very sad, very painful, right?I know, I can understand.

so sorry.

...Master, Xiang'er did a good job this time, right?

Even if I can't hear you, please praise me...

She sat there, as if she had lost her vitality, and time seemed to stop along with her life.

An Mingxi, who was staring blankly, noticed a drop of crystals escaping from her closed eyelids. He raised his hand to wipe away the last tears for her, and said, "Thank you."

……

"I know, he is the fourth prince."

"You know?" Wang Yudie found it inconceivable, "Did Boyin tell you everything else?"

"Yes."

"Isn't he afraid that you will reveal too much if you know too much?"

Yu Chixiang responded confidently: "Only after an in-depth understanding can we sharply sniff out every piece of information that may come in handy."

Wang Yudie's expression returned to her original relaxed look, and she said, "It seems that Boyin trusts you very much—what kind of useful information have you smelled?"

"They may have suspected me."

"What's the use?"

"This shows that they are likely to have noticed the existence of the Lord."

Wang Yudie's smile deepened: "So it's time to change the direction of action."

"So you want me to assassinate the Fourth Prince?"

"Yes."

Yu Chixiang was speechless, pondered deeply, and then said: "This is asking me to die."

Wang Yudie tapped four fingers of her right hand on the palm of her left hand, pretending to be surprised and said, "Ah, I was discovered."

Upon receiving such an answer, Yu Chixiang didn't show a trace of grief and indignation, but only asked: "Is it the master's order?"

"So what if it's not," Wang Yudie put down her hand, "Aren't you willing to listen to me?"

"...I can die, but what can my death bring? Assassinating the Fourth Prince here, regardless of success or failure, what should the envoy do when they already doubt the envoy?"

"Zhang Huai? Zhang Huai is an idiot who has more success than failure," said Wang Yudie, still smiling, "I won't live long."

"But if Shijun is arrested..."

"For five years, they were ordered not to return to Beijing for five years. As long as the secret letter is intercepted and the young son of the prime minister's family returns to Beijing, will he, who is too busy to take care of himself, recall what happened five years ago?"

"How to ensure that the confidential letter can be intercepted?"

"Don't worry, if you fail, the scapegoat will not be your master."

"Why are you only attacking the Fourth Prince now? Wouldn't it be safer to do so before they arrive in Jiangnan, or even Suzhou?"

"Zhang Huai is safe, the Lord thinks it's dangerous. What he wants...the fourth prince dies as far away as possible, so far away that the emperor can't suspect him."

Yu Chixiang, who always felt that the situation was weird, consolidated the information in his mind, and then paid attention: "But if something happens to the fourth prince here, won't the young master return to Luojing?"

"Yes, so the fourth prince must be safe and sound."

Yu Chixiang frowned: "What exactly does Madam want me to do?"

"When a person is about to die, his words are good. You say——will he believe your last words? Killing him is just an illusion."

Wang Yudie stood up, walked in front of her, and said condescendingly to her, "I hope you can perform better than Zhang Huai."

Yu Chixiang turned around and said, "Master, doesn't he know the identity of Madam?"

"Yes, if he finds out, he doesn't know how many bad plays he will have to perform."

"How does Madam want Xiang'er to act?"

"No matter how you act, let him believe that the person who wants to kill him is the emperor."

Yu Chixiang secretly tightened her hands on her lap.

Wang Yudie put her hand lightly on her shoulder: "Since ancient times, the emperor's heart is the most difficult to guess, and also the most difficult to prove. The fourth prince is not a person who does not know the importance. Even if he wants to trust the emperor, he will not go to question the emperor rebelliously." .”

Wang Yudie raised her hand and patted lightly: "So, don't worry, your sacrifice has absolute meaning."

……

The familiar bloodstains made Hua Qianyu's hands and feet weak, and the silence of the people stationed outside the door made him feel more ominous, so he stepped on his weak legs, walked around the corpse, and ran towards them.He pushed aside the crowd, broke into the wing room regardless of Gu Junze's stop, and the moment he confirmed that the person sitting on the wooden chair was An Mingxi, all fear and resentment vanished in an instant.

Long Huo and Liu Huo outside the door cooperated to close the two doors of the wing room, and gestured for people to disperse with their bodies. Even if Gu Junze had objections, he didn't want to make noise at this time and disturb An Mingxi's peace.

Mingxi said that he wanted to be alone, but he didn't refuse Qianyu's approach.

Gu Junze knew that he was no match, so he could only choose to leave sadly.

Hua Qianyu walked forward, and noticed the beautiful woman on the bed, she was lying flat with her eyes closed, her bloodless hands folded on her lower abdomen...

In such a solemn atmosphere, Hua Qianyu knew that Yu Chixiang would not wake up.

The original thousand words were blocked in his mouth, Hua Qianyu swallowed the words, stood quietly behind An Mingxi, and waited with him—until An Mingxi broke the silence with a sound.

"She died to save me."

The tone is indifferent, no mourning.

Hua Qianyu was speechless, listening to him in silence.

"Help me remember her, okay? Just a little bit, make her life less lonely."

"Okay." Hua Qianyu responded.

An Mingxi stood up, turned to look at him, and asked, "Will you remember me?"

Hua Qianyu's heart suddenly dropped, but she said resolutely, "I won't let you die."

An Mingxi lowered his eyes, and chuckled lightly, with a bitter laugh.

"That's right, if I die, you can only die in exile."

An Mingxi raised his eyes, and continued: "Maybe you will go back for your family, but if the emperor really intends to deal with the Hua family...will the queen be implicated?"

Hua Qianyu stared at him in silence, until he confirmed that An Mingxi had no intention of going further, then said: "It's not for anyone - I just want you to live."

An Mingxi was dumb, and said suddenly: "You have always been good at speaking well."

"Not nice. You know, I treat you..."

An Mingxi clenched his lower garment tightly, let go, and said indifferently: "I know, you are the same to everyone."

"You are different," Hua Qianyu took a step closer to him, "Only you are different."

An Mingxi did not back away, but looked directly into Hua Qianyu's sad eyes.

Hua Qianyu raised his right hand, hung his palm on the side of An Mingxi's face, and then carefully attached it.His fingertips gently stroked An Mingxi's tearless lower eyelids, and said softly, "When my brother is sad, he always pushes me away...or I make you sad...but no matter what, I am always here. "

Hua Qianyu approached slowly, closed her eyes, and touched An Mingxi's red lips with her lips.The young man's first kiss was dull and jerky, and all his energy was spent just touching his lips, leaving nothing in his mind, and his breathing was also forgotten.

An Mingxi, who was stiff all over, also gradually closed his eyes, immersed in this blankness.It seemed that the clamoring chest would burst open in the next moment, and a red heart would pop out, but before that, An Mingxi, who was struggling to escape from the pale ocean, pushed him away, raised his hand, and his fist was about to land on him face.

Hua Qianyu didn't hide or evade, his eyes were still determined.

An Mingxi suddenly lost his strength.He stopped and left with a flick of his sleeves.

The author has something to say:

Thanks Lige.Alone morning love ~ watering ~

I'm late, although I wrote fluently, but I have other things to do, so I don't have to write (the writing itself is slow), sorry Orz (kneeling.

Hopefully I can catch up tomorrow (difficult.