(Thirty-three)
The pearl hairpin in Yayu's hand was inserted directly into the slender neck, and hot blood sprayed out.
Sunge dazedly stretched out his hand and wiped it on his face. The sticky touch made his eyes look scarlet.
Yayu's figure was frozen at this moment.
The sound of blood spurting was like a thunderbolt exploding above Sunge's head.
For a moment, Sunge felt dizzy.
Yayu, dead?
Yayu, dead!
The fire she tried to bury was extinguished by the spurting hot blood.
Yayu's blood was still flowing on her cheeks.
It's obviously very hot...
But why did it turn cold instantly?
There was a smile on Yayu's lips, and Sunge couldn't tell whether this last smile was satisfaction or prayer.
She was content with dying innocently, leaving her name cleanly in the history books, and content with her children finally no longer having a notorious mother.
Yayu fell to the ground suddenly, her slender fingers tightly grasping the hem of Sunge's clothes, leaving shocking fingerprints.
King Wu Fu Chai was also frightened by this sudden change.
"Wu Feng, I am a widower, I am a widower..."
Sunge remained silent, bent down and closed Yayu's eyes.
Was she wrong?
Sunge's mind suddenly recalled the conversation with Wu Zixu.
She just said casually that there was a difference between dying a heroic death and dying alone in the dust.
A prophecy.
Yayu, died too many years ago.
Yayu in history accompanied Gou Jian through the humiliating three years of being a slave in the State of Wu, and also accompanied Gou Jian in the hardships of life and death for more than ten years.
Gou Jian avenged his shame, and Ya Yu committed suicide in the Yue Palace.
She just, just wanted to give Yayu a choice.
However, it was she who sent Yayu to her death early.
Hearing the noise, Bo Pi's youngest son and a group of guards rushed into the hall, worried that something might happen to King Wu. Seeing this situation, they could neither advance nor retreat.
Yayu's snow-white middle coat was stained red with blood, just like a delicate flower that had been picked and crushed into juice.
Sunge finally saw emotion in Gou Jian's eyes.
It turns out that Gou Jian cannot be completely regarded as a piece of grass when it comes to his first wife.
Yayu, who had no possessions and was regarded as a dodder flower all her life, could only exchange her life for Goujian's kindness when she died, hoping that her parents and children far away in the country of Yue would not be burdened by her and be angered and resented by Goujian.
With Gou Jian's character, the hard-working and loyal people can kill the donkey, let alone the Yayu who has a heart of betrayal.
Unless Gou Jian can die of old age in the state of Wu.
However, Fu Chai's attitude is the most unstable factor.
Yayu's death brought an end to the betrayal.
It can even be interpreted as a contribution to Gou Jian.
In a short period of time, Yayu had imagined all this and committed suicide without hesitation.
Obviously, there is hope that the fire she planted will sprout.
It may not grow into a towering tree, but it may be a weed that grows again in the spring breeze.
She took it for granted.
Will Yayu regret it? Will you regret it?
Will he regret being bewitched by her, giving birth to what the world calls delusions, boarding her pirate ship, and dying early?
Gou Jian broke free from the restraints of the guards, staggered, and knelt down beside Yayu limply. His hands trembled slightly, as if he wanted to pick Yayu up, but he couldn't do it.
Blood……
He had never known that a thin and frail man could bleed so much.
He thought that Yayu betrayed him by not wanting to accompany him through thick and thin.
Can……
The result was that Yayu died.
Maybe it wasn't that Yayu didn't want to accompany him through thick and thin, but that he just didn't want to devote himself to others.
I would rather die than be humiliated.
Gou Jian's plan was disrupted in his heart
The anger and fear of King Wu Fu Chai's wrath were inexplicably dissipated when he bumped into the man on the ground surrounded by blood.
Perhaps, deep down, he was not willing to let Yayu serve other men.
But no matter what, he had to turn the crisis into an opportunity at this moment and must not ruin the situation he had worked so hard for.
Thinking of this, Gou Jian knelt down on the ground and kowtowed in fear, "Ya Yu offended the King of Wu. I apologize to you on her behalf and am willing to be punished."
The low profile is breathtaking.
Even Fu Chai, who was horrified, couldn't help but become more complicated.
Is this Gou Jian really so obedient?
"Yayu is your wife. She committed suicide in the main hall. Don't you feel resentful?"
Gou Jian lowered his eyebrows and lowered his head, "I submit to your Majesty and willingly become a slave. My belongings are your Majesty's belongings. I can live or die at your whim."
The tone is humble and sincere.
Fu Cha:!?(??_??;?
King Wu Fu Chai really believed in Gou Jian's sincerity.
In this case, there is no need to go into details and create trouble.
The dead are gone.
The way Yayu died still shocked her.
"Please take Yayu's body back."
"I hope you will surrender sincerely. I will not care about her crime of disrespect."
Sun Ge, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke, "Your Majesty, I would like to ask for a favor."
King Wu Fu Chai's face froze once again, and his eyes looked directly at Sun Ge like lightning: "Wu Feng, I advise you to think clearly."
"I beg your Majesty to allow Queen Yue Yayu to return to her roots and her soul to her hometown."
Yayu thought of her child until her death.
If you can't return to Yue in life, it is good to return if you die.
At least he could still enjoy memorial services year after year, instead of being buried in a pile of loess in the name of a slave in the unaccompanied country of Wu.
There may not even be a handful of loess or a thin coffin.
A slave, just a slave!
"Wu Feng, Yayu was the first to disobey and rebel, but the emperor was disrespectful and cut down the main hall behind. I think of the Wuyue Covenant to open up a little and leave her whole body, it is a mercy!"
"Don't be arrogant and arrogant because of your favor!" King Wu Fu Chai was furious.
Sun bowed his head and sang, "Your Majesty, calm down your anger."
"I don't have any selfish desires, but I think of the king wholeheartedly."
"Ya Yu has always had a reputation as a virtuous person in the Yue Kingdom. Now that he died suddenly in the Wu Kingdom in just a short period of time, it is inevitable that some people will make malicious speculations."
"The king gave him a funeral ceremony and returned to the country of Yue. It can just show the coexistence of the king's benevolence and majesty and make people feel attached to him."
"If you win the hearts and minds of the people, you can expect hegemony."
Having said this, Sunge paused and turned to look at Gou Jian, "The King of Yue is sincerely my king, and he must also know that what I said is true."
King Wu Fu Chai frowned in thought, his eyes fixed on Sun Ge, as if he wanted to find a flaw in this calm and loyal face.
Unfortunately, he was disappointed.
What he saw and heard proved that Wu Feng was still loyal and had no resentment because of Yayu's death.
But that's right, how can a relationship with a few people compete with the hundreds of days and nights that he is willing to be the king and his ministers.
That's all, because he ruined Wu Feng's plan and cost Zhi Yayu his life, he was willing to give Wu Feng this face.
Furthermore, Wu Feng's words do have some truth to them.
A funeral ceremony, ordering people to carry the coffin back home, is a trivial matter.
"Warrior Wu, what you said makes sense."
"I agree."
