"Ling'er, I came here tonight just to rescue you!"
Mo Shuiling was implicated in the assassination incident in Qixia Pavilion and was thrown into the cold palace. When she was helpless, her beloved Du Zhenghai broke into the palace at night and suddenly appeared in front of her, and wanted to take her to escape from the palace.
Mo Shuiling blinked slightly, looking at the other person's tears falling down unbridled, she couldn't help but feel sad.
She weakly let go of her arms around him, subconsciously took a few steps back, put the back of her hand against her trembling lips, and said in a trembling voice: "No... you can't..."
"Why? That dog emperor is ruthless and unlucky. He treats you like this. Why don't you give up on him? If you stay here any longer, there is only one way to die! Ling'er, why are you still hesitating? Do you still have any feelings for this ghost place? Are you nostalgic?" Du Zhenghai said emotionally.
"Nostalgic?... Let me tell you, I have never dreamed of leaving such a place where no one can see people! But is it possible? The outside is heavily guarded and there are many agencies. Even a bird can't fly out, let alone me?"
The tip of Mo Shuiling's nose felt sour, and she almost swallowed it with the soreness in her throat, and said sadly: "Haier, listen to me, leave here immediately before they come, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous!"
Du Zhenghai said resolutely: "I said, if you want to leave, let's go together; otherwise we will die together - it is absolutely impossible for me to survive alone!"
The tip of Mo Shuiling's nose was sour, her moist eyes were sparkling, and she said in a quick voice: "Haier, why are you doing this?"
Du Zhenghai was about to reply when his expression suddenly changed, he quickly drew out his long sword and said, "Who is it?..."
There was a burst of wild laughter, and then a whistle of imperial guards burst in. The leaders were none other than Li Zhishan, Sun Guoxiong and others.
Mo Shuiling's heart dropped to the core. She knew that she and Du Zhenghai were in danger this time.
Li Zhishan squinted his eyes slightly, looked at the two of them up and down with a hint of inquiry, and deliberately prolonged his voice and said: "Okay, very good! As the saying goes, 'Catch thieves and stolen goods, and catch cheaters and couples.' What else do you two have now?" What are you talking about?"
His narrow eyes suddenly opened, and his eyes were as sharp as blades, full of sinister murderous intent, and he said sternly: "Come here, take it down for me!"
All the guards frowned and drew their swords from their sheaths.
Du Zhenghai's dark eyes were like thick ink that couldn't be melted away; there was a faint look in his eyes. He had a long sword in his hand, his beard and hair were spread out, and he looked like he was going to die.
The air was stagnant for a moment. A fierce battle is about to break out.
At this time, someone outside shouted: "The Holy One is here!"
Everyone was startled for a moment when they saw Emperor Zhao Yu hurried in, surrounded by the chief chamberlain Feng Chaoying and others.
Li Zhishan, Sun Guoxiong and others hurriedly greeted him.
The emperor's face was livid, his thin lips pursed tightly, and he just snorted coldly.
Mo Shuiling's eyes were red and swollen, and he lowered his head and bowed to the emperor.
The emperor ignored her. He turned his face, glanced at Du Zhenghai coldly, his already gloomy face was covered with a layer of cold frost, and said sternly: "Li Zhishan, are all of you imperial guards just doing it? The assassin takes it!"
Li Zhishan let out a panicked sigh and hurriedly ordered people to come forward and capture the thief. When the guards heard who dared to neglect, they swarmed forward with sharp blades in hand.
Just listen to a woman shouting loudly: "Wait a minute!"
Everyone was startled when they saw Mo Shuiling's weak body standing in front of Du Zhenghai.
The veins on the emperor's forehead throbbed violently. He pointed at her with trembling hands and said with gritted teeth: "You..."
Mo Shuiling lowered her head and lowered her eyes, saying with tears: "I know that I am ashamed of my Majesty, and I will bear all the blame for my death. But before I die, can your Majesty allow me to say a few words from the bottom of my heart?"
The emperor sneered and said nothing.
Mo Shuiling said: "This man is my savior. When my concubine encountered an accident in Zhongmou Mansion and was helpless, he came to help me and escorted me to the capital to meet the Holy Emperor and Lord Lu to redress her grievances.
"This person broke into the palace tonight. Although he violated the criminal law, he did not mean any harm. I just ask the Holy One to let him go for the sake of my loyal service to you for so many years. I will always be grateful for the kindness of the Holy One - -Your Majesty, I beg you..."
Later, she burst into tears.
The emperor's black eyes were surging, as if there was a giant beast hiding in them, trying to swallow up the person in front of him.
Du Zhenghai said: "Ling'er, don't be stupid. Accompanying the emperor is like accompanying a tiger. Most of the people in the court are heartless. It's useless for you to beg them."
As he spoke, he turned around and looked at the person in front of him with a solemn expression, with a faint blush under his eyes.
He pointed his sword and said to Zhao Yu: "You fool, is there anyone more confused than you in this world?
"You do not distinguish between loyal and treacherous, and you confuse right and wrong. The loyal ministers and generals who are loyal to you are either brutally killed or displaced; but those sycophants and traitors with ulterior motives are in prominent positions and prospering! God is blind, so is it possible that you, a foolish king, are also blind? No? If this continues, the Song Dynasty will be ruined in your hands sooner or later!"
"Come here, bring this traitor to justice on the spot!" The emperor was furious, and a cruel light flashed across his eyes.
Seeing that things had come to this, Mo Shuiling felt miserable. He knew that with his own meager strength, he could not change the situation in front of him, so he said: "Your Majesty, Hai'er, today's disaster is all due to Ling'er, and Ling'er There is really nothing I can do to change anything, let alone your hatred of each other and killing each other... Ling'er is sorry for you, and now Ling'er has no choice but to die to apologize!..."
As he spoke, he took out a short blade from his sleeve with his backhand and inserted it into his beautiful chest without the handle...
Her blood sprayed out like a fountain, and the world seemed to be dyed red. The people around were stunned; the emperor on the side was also speechless.
Du Zhenghai shouted, "Ling'er!..." He stumbled forward, leaned down and hugged her shaky body tightly, tears streaming down his face.
Mo Shuiling slowly opened her eyes at this time, and said with breathless energy: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."
The emperor was shocked, rushed to Mo Shuiling in a few steps, and said in a thick voice: "Ling'er, Ling'er, are you calling me?..."
Mo Shuiling said intermittently: "I beg you, Your Majesty... to open the net and let... Du Zhenghai have a way out..."
The emperor's face suddenly darkened, and he turned away without saying a word.
Li Zhishan has been standing nearby, watching the changes in the situation, the expression on his face changing uncertainly. At this time, looking at the emperor's gloomy face, he turned his strange eyes and waved at the guards on both sides.
The guards, who looked like wolves and tigers, swarmed forward. The swords in their hands were shining with a soul-chilling light, and they all touched Du Zhenghai's body.
Du Zhenghai was heartbroken at this moment, his eyes were empty, and he seemed to have no strength to even move. The ruthless and brutal minions stepped forward, restrained his acupuncture points without any hesitation, snatched the sword from his hand, and then pushed and shoved him away...
Mo Shuiling watched helplessly as the man she loved most was taken away from her, but she could do nothing.
At that moment, she felt cold and achy all over her body. Not only her wounds hurt, but her heart ached even more.
As if countless invisible beasts were biting her limbs and bones crazily, her body trembled involuntarily, and streams of bright red blood overflowed from the corners of her mouth, winding down her chin and smearing the clothes on her chest.
The new injuries overlapped with the old ones; and her tolerance and grief had reached their limit, and the head that had been supporting herself drooped.
The hustle and bustle of the world turned into nothingness in that moment...
The wind suddenly rises during the day, the trees rustle, and the summer is full of life. However, she is like a dead tree that is about to lose its life in winter, and is incompatible with this vibrant scene.
In the cold palace bedroom, Mo Shuiling closed her eyes tightly and lay quietly on the bed. Her face was almost white without any blood, and her hair was spread out messily on the jade pillow. Against the backdrop of the holy white and the ultimate black, she looked melancholy. And broken.
Emperor Zhao Yu sat silently in front of her bed, staring blankly at her bloodless, beautiful and ethereal face. The past events were like dreams and smoke, flooding into his heart like an unstoppable flow. In an instant, His whole body was submerged.
He remembered the first time he met her, in his heart-nurturing palace. Because Ding Jiwu, the prefect of Zhongmou, bullied and killed her sister Mo Qiuling, she was wronged. Lu Wenzheng, who was the Minister of the Ministry of Justice at the time, led her to the palace to see him.
At that time, she was graceful and graceful, like a white orchid in bud, dignified, beautiful, and unpretentious.
Especially those eyes under her curved willow eyebrows, like glistening autumn waves, like bright stars. Inadvertently, with just a slight turn, they were like floating green and flowing elixir, and made his heart feel like a pool of spring water. Ripple gently...
Is there such a pure and lovely beauty in the world? He thought then.
When she was named the imperial concubine and met him for the first time, he grabbed her slender hand with trembling hands, looked at her up and down as if he could never get enough, and murmured: "Ling'er, are you from heaven?" Did the fairy fall into the mortal world?"...
"Your Majesty." The imperial doctor's deep and hoarse voice interrupted his thoughts.
The emperor's heart throbbed unconsciously, and he immediately came back to his senses from the beautiful past. He glanced at the person in front of him with a blank expression, and said numbly: "How is she?"
The imperial doctor's face was gloomy, he hesitated for a long time, and muttered: "I have tried my best, but Concubine Ling is seriously injured. I'm afraid...I'm afraid she won't be able to survive for long..."
The emperor let out a long sigh and closed his eyes slightly, as if to wipe away the wounds; after a long moment of silence, he slowly opened his eyes and weakly waved his hand, "You should step back first."
The imperial doctor was so frightened that he did not dare to say anything and retreated tremblingly.
The emperor sat back down in front of Mo Shuiling's hospital bed, raised his hand to wipe his slightly gloomy eyes, and continued to stare blankly at the person in front of him.
At this time, she seemed to be more conscious. She half-closed her eyes with a dying breath, her fine and long eyelashes trembled slightly, her clothes were covered with dripping blood, and her breathing was very light, as if it would dissipate in the wind in the next second.
"Your Majesty..." She breathed hard and finally spoke.
"Ling'er, tell me." The emperor subconsciously held her hand that was as cold as ice and said in a hoarse voice.
"I beg you, Your Majesty... to let Du Zhenghai live..." Mo Shuiling raised her head slightly, her face was a little wet, and she was as angry as a thread.
——This sentence remains the same over and over again. For so many years, I have pampered you, loved you, held you in my hands and protected you. Is that the only man you miss? It's really a waste of all my sincerity towards you...
Thinking of this, Zhao Yu couldn't help but screamed.
I have never been so frustrated and angry as now. His eyes were scarlet, his chest was heaving violently, and he said almost word for word: "I can promise you anything, except this!"...
