"Ling Yun, you are a sensible person. You don't expect us to use force anymore, right?"
Li Zhishan picked up the glass of poisonous wine that was as red as blood from the tray held by Sun Guoxiong, and slowly raised it to Ling Yun.
His eyes were sharp and serious, staring straight at the other person; his voice was low and hoarse, with a lot of oppression. That posture is like an arrow on the string and has to be fired.
Ling Yun knew that he had no choice.
He frowned slightly and looked out the window with a dull expression. Unlike other cells, this special cell arranged for him by Emperor Zhao Yu had windows.
The morning light shone softly through the window, illuminating countless dust particles in the air, as if a fine snow had fallen.
The space between heaven and earth was bright, reflecting the cold light of silence around him, and the sword was like a dream. Brightness and darkness, warmth and chill, formed a strong contrast at that moment.
Ling Yun gradually raised the two hands that were firmly clasped by the diamond chains, took the wine glass calmly, and raised it gently to his lips.
He raised his eyes again, stared at Li Zhishan's face with his eyes, and said word by word: "It is not a pity that Ling Mou died, but it is a pity that I can't watch you rebellious officials and traitors being punished and punished in my lifetime!"
After saying that, he raised his face and drank the glass of wine in one gulp...
Princess Chang Qing was pushed and dragged out of the cell by several maids, and she couldn't help but become furious. Suddenly, she got the strength from nowhere, broke away from the hand of the maid who was holding her, and ran desperately towards the prison.
Everyone saw her jealousy as red as blood, and her expression was extremely frightening. They were stunned for a moment, but no one dared to stop her.
Princess Chang Qing staggered into the cell, but it was too late.
At this time, Ling Yun had already drank the poisonous wine and fell to the ground dying. The strong poison passed through the strong wine, just like the wind through the fire, traveling quickly through his heart, sweeping into his limbs and bones with lightning speed, eroding his life inch by inch.
The poison that penetrates the intestines pierces the heart and lungs, penetrates into the bone marrow, and the feeling of heartbreak is simply a purgatory for the soul.
At that moment, he felt cold all over his body, as if he was being bitten brutally by countless invisible beasts. The pain was unbearable, and his body was trembling involuntarily.
Seeing this, Princess Chang Qing felt her heart bursting with fear; she screamed, rushed forward and hugged her son tightly, calling heartbreakingly, "Zhichao, Zhichao, don't scare your mother, Please, open your eyes and look at your mother..."
The man in his arms finally slowly opened his eyes. His face was so pale that it seemed transparent, like a decadent mysterious painting.
His eyes were blurry, and his mother's face full of tears became increasingly blurry in his sight. He reached out his hand in vain, trying to grasp his mother's hand.
Chang Qinggong tremblingly caught his son's dazed and disoriented arm and placed it firmly on his face.
"Mother..." Ling Yun closed his eyes slightly, his thick and black eyelashes trembling slightly, and his whole body was filled with indescribable vulnerability, as if a gust of wind was about to blow it away.
"Forgive... Lin'er is unfilial and can't... serve you anymore. Lin'er owes you a lot in this life. If there is... an afterlife, I will definitely be your son and repay... what I owe you in this life." …”
Princess Chang Qing was crying so hard that she couldn't speak, "Lin'er, our fate is too shallow in this life; in the next life, we will be a mother and son again... Then you must promise me that you will never get lost again..."
"Yes, I will definitely..." A faint smile appeared on Ling Yun's pale and handsome face. He took a breath and continued intermittently.
Suddenly, he opened his mouth, and a stream of blood foam burst out of his throat uncontrollably, staining the white clothes on his chest. The air was filled with the smell of blood and death.
Gradually, his breathing became more and more difficult... He could hardly breathe... Finally, there was no sound...
When he looked down, he was breathless.
——I came to the human world, experienced ups and downs, and finally shattered the sunset and was persuaded to return to heaven...
Princess Chang Qing seemed to have fallen into a hole in the ice, her blood was frozen into ice, and her heart was clotted. Her whole body was so cold, her hands were as cold as ice, and her face was frighteningly pale. She just held Ling Yun's body with all her strength, her eyes straight, as if she was stupid.
He Yuting was also confused. He walked up to Princess Chang Qing step by step, slowly knelt down in front of her as if without any strength, and said in a trembling voice: "Princess, let's... let's go back!..."
As he spoke, he reached out his hand tremblingly to help her.
Princess Chang Qing seemed to have never heard of it. She slowly raised her head and looked at him blankly, big tears falling down and hitting his arm one by one.
I have never felt so hateful and desperate as at this moment. She hated the cruelty and coldness of those people who took her son away from her without any explanation; she even hated the hypocrisy and weakness of the person in front of her, who watched the tragedy happen but could do nothing and even became a their accomplices.
Her world collapsed, fragments of pain penetrated her soul, and plunged her into endless madness. Her chest heaved, her eyes full of resentment, and her teeth bit down on the back of He Yuting's hand mercilessly.
Blood overflowed and slowly flowed down his wrist, dripping on the dark floor. The weak morning light outside reflected on the two people through the window lattice, the light and shadow were mottled and as pale as frost.
He Yuting slowly let go of his hand, and the skin on the back of his hand turned up, hideous and terrifying. He could no longer feel the pain, and he seemed to be dumbfounded. He only stared blankly at his wife and son who were hugging each other tightly, dumbfounded and unable to speak.
Princess Chang Qing still hugged Ling Yun's gradually cold body and murmured: "Lin'er...my Lin'er...our mother and son have just been reunited, how could you just leave like this? No, I don't want the next life. A distant promise, I only want the reality of this life...
"But you left your mother alone in this world. You are so cruel... Lin'er, mother knows that you must be very lonely there, right? Well, let mother accompany you! ... "
As she spoke, she suddenly took out a sharp dagger from her sleeve. Without any hesitation, she turned the hilt of the sword and inserted it into her chest with determination.
He Yuting realized that the situation was not good and wanted to stop him, but it was too late. He exclaimed: "Chang Qing!..." He staggered forward and rushed forward.
The maid's family members on both sides were also shocked.
Especially Princess Changqing's confidant maid Yan Cui witnessed her most beloved mistress committing tragic suicide beside her. Her eyesight turned black, her knees went limp and she fell to the ground. She was so distraught that she broke down and cried.
He Yuting hugged Princess Chang Qing and burst into tears. He buried his head deeply and said in a trembling voice: "Chang Qing! Chang Qing! You...why are you so stupid..."
Princess Chang Qing looked at him indifferently, her eyes full of resentment.
I don’t know when, the disappointment gradually accumulated, and turned into irreparable despair, until now I am completely heartbroken.
There were no curses, no tears, and she no longer lost her temper at him. There was only deathly silence in her eyes. Gradually, the look in her eyes disappeared, her head dropped, and her body slowly sank.
He Yuting felt as if his heart had been hollowed out, with nothing left. In the blink of an eye, his son, wife, and the two closest relatives left him, like a gust of autumn wind. For a moment, how he wished that all this was just a cruel nightmare!
His thoughts fell into a dark chaos, his eyes became hollow and wild, and he said in despair: "Why...why is this?..."
Low-hanging clouds slowly passed by from the dark sky; the autumn wind unbridledly abused the withered branches, whirling with the strange shadows of teeth and claws, making a rustling sound, mixed with the undulating and strange chirping of the owl. The sound of screaming makes people shudder.
Li Zhishan and Ding Jinzhi were reporting to Li Ruiyun on the execution of the mission.
After hearing what happened, Li Ruiyun's eyes narrowed slightly, and he sighed softly: "To be honest, I couldn't bear to kill Ling Yun originally, but who could I have spared Princess Changqing? It's really unexpected - Oh, I feel so sorry for my former father now!"
Bai Yu said coldly: "Ling Yun is stubborn and has repeatedly opposed us. He deserves to die. As for Princess Chang Qing, she is colluding with Ling Yun and is pedantic and stubborn. Moreover, this time she is seeking death herself and cannot blame anyone else. Now the death of these two people has eliminated the problem. The gang leader should be happy that they have solved our serious problem, so why should we pity them?"
Li Ruiyun said: "Having said that, I still feel a little sorry. By the way, Mr. Ding, if you have time, go to the Marquis's Mansion more often and enlighten Mr. He. At this time, he needs the comfort of others the most!"
As he spoke, he looked at Ding Jinzhi deeply, his narrow eyes flashing with some unexplained emotions.
What kind of person is Ding Jinzhi? He understood immediately and didn't say much, just nodded slightly.
Li Ruiyun's eyes flashed, as if he remembered something, and he raised his lips and said calmly: "By the way, how were Ling Yun's bodies disposed of?"...
