The long night is about to dawn, and the sky is already slightly white.
The dew in the late night fell between the eyebrows and eyes, making it feel cold to the bones.
Zhou Fuwei's confidants had already followed him, and the others only dared to stand in the distance, silent and dead, so quiet that they could only hear the sound of the wind.
After waiting for a while, his confidant stepped forward boldly. He didn't know why his master was so rude. He had been following his master for so many years, and his master was calm and calm when faced with big things.
"grown ups…"
Just as the confidant opened his mouth, he heard a cold voice in his ear: "Back off."
Zhou Fuwei was still holding the sword in his hand, but he forgot to let go of his hand. He approached the palace door step by step. When daylight was approaching, he slowly opened the door, and the dim light shone directly into the palace.
There were no lights in the room.
Apart from this glimmer of light, nothing else could be seen very clearly.
The words seemed to still echo in Zhou Fuwei's ears: "Sir, don't worry, the serious trouble in your heart has been eliminated."
People died.
Even if he tried his best, he couldn't get it back.
He hurried here in a hurry and when he arrived in front of the palace, he knew very well that the luck along the way was of no use.
The subordinates he taught were always neat and tidy in doing things.
There will never be any worries.
Zhou Fuwei's vision was a little blurry, maybe because the light was too dark. He closed the door and shut out the ray of skylight, so he couldn't see anything clearly.
Zhou Fuwei seemed to be able to hear his own footsteps. He walked forward step by step, approaching her step by step.
Nothing could be seen clearly on the face hidden in the darkness.
Zhou Fuwei raised her hand to light the lamp. She leaned against the bed quietly. She was wearing a bright red wedding dress and her sleeping face was peaceful. She looked like she was asleep.
But death is death.
But sleeping is different.
Lifeless.
Zhou Fuwei looked at this familiar face. He slowly knelt down beside her and gently brought her into his arms. She was very light, her body was still soft, and her skin was still warm to the touch.
But he is dead.
Zhou Fuwei's heart was blank, and his eyes, which were always emotionless and indifferent, gradually seemed to be torn apart by intense pain and turned scarlet little by little.
The blood lines gradually deepened.
The pain was so severe that I couldn't straighten my back.
The breath Zhou Fuwei breathed in was like broken porcelain, and it hurt from his throat to his lungs.
Zhou Fuwei only said one sentence.
He said: "So your name is Mingyi."
It turned out to be her.
So close.
But it was as if he had been tricked by God.
Zhou Fuwei didn't know how long he had been sitting there, but there were already people outside the palace gate who were dissatisfied. Even if they were engaged, breaking into the palace in the middle of the night would be bad for the reputation of the princess.
If word spreads, it will only make people feel that the royal family has no majesty.
Jiang Yue was a little angry when she saw Zhou Fuwei hugging her body and not letting go. Even if she died, he couldn't let him ruin her like this.
There are already people outside the palace who can't keep their guard.
Zhou Fuwei patiently wiped the blood from her lips and reopened the palace door. The sky was bright and the sunlight that was shining directly was already a bit dazzling.
The confidant hurriedly came to him, knelt down without saying a word, gritted his teeth and explained: "Master, Princess Mingyi's..."
Princess Mingyi's death was the result of the subordinates being eager to protect the master and taking the decision without permission.
But the death of Princess Mingyi would bring no harm to the master.
Zhou Fuwei looked at him quietly with cold eyes: "No need to say anything, I don't want to hear anything."
Nothing makes sense anymore.
Zhou Fuwei killed the person who poisoned her, and also killed many people. He couldn't remember clearly.
But I can still remember it clearly.
When the subordinate he taught himself wanted to do this yesterday, he clearly guessed it but did not stop it.
He acquiesced.
In the end, you end up harming others and yourself, and you are trapped in a cocoon.
Zhou Fuwei coughed again after thinking this. The blood in his throat could no longer be suppressed if he wanted to. The pink and white handkerchief was instantly stained red, like the thick red plums blooming in the courtyard.
There is a fishy-sweet smell of rust in my throat.
Zhou Fuwei could no longer feel the pain. He was wearing thin clothes, standing under the eaves of the palace where the snow had just fallen. His face was stained with blood, and his hands were stained with blood. He had always loved cleanliness, but this time he didn't want to do it again. Tube.
He remembered that he had never wanted to get married to her.
It was just because of her casual words and promises back then that the princess was saved.
If I knew it was her...
He must be ecstatic.
Jiang Yue looked at Zhou Fuwei who was silent. She thought about many things that she didn't know, and she gradually gained insights.
It turned out that Zhou Fuwei's subordinates poisoned her.
There is nothing to blame if a minister dies for the king and his body and mind are ruined.
When she sent people to kill Zhou Fuwei in order to get rid of Zhou Fuwei, a serious enemy of hers, she also thought that if she failed, he would incur his revenge.
She was inferior in skills and lost the bet.
When all the truth came out, Jiang Yue didn't feel relieved when he found out the truth. Instead, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful from the bottom of his heart.
I regret that I died too early.
It's just that Zhou Fuwei killed his hero in the end, which is really hard to understand. He just did it, why don't he want to admit it?
Jiang Yue watched Zhou Fuwei lying on the same bed with her body again, and in the evening, he called the imperial doctor for her as if nothing had happened, scaring everyone in the room out of their wits.
These scenes seemed like a dream but not a dream in her eyes, always far away.
When Jiang Yue woke up, she calmed down for a long time. Her heart was empty, and she didn't know what she was thinking.
It's not that hard to accept.
When she chose to kill them all, she expected that if he could escape, he would definitely not let her go.
It's your own fault, there's nothing to complain about.
It's just that after her death, Zhou Fuwei didn't feel like he had avenged his revenge, but instead felt like a quiet madness that even she couldn't see clearly.
Jiang Yue couldn't understand what he was doing, nor could he understand it.
She sat on the bed and thought silently, even if she could go back to Jiang Country, it would be back to the years before her death.
In this case, there are some things she doesn't have to do.
Don't provoke Zhou Fuwei, and don't let him have the chance to rise to the top.
From then on, the water in the well does not interfere with the water in the river, and they have nothing to do with each other.
The more Jiang Yue thought about it, the more he felt that this was a good way to have both sides.
The door was pushed open at this moment, and Zhou Ji came in and saw that she was awake, with a sweet voice: "It's time to go downstairs for dinner."
When Jiang Yue saw him approaching the bed, she still flinched. She did not avoid Zhou Ji's eyes when she dodged back.
The man pursed his lips, looked at her and asked, "What's wrong?"
Jiang Yue was still frightened by the scene in her dream. She shook her head: "It's okay."
Zhou Ji and Zhou Fuwei just look alike.
The personalities are actually not very similar.
Most of the time, Zhou Ji is easy to talk to. Even if he gets angry sometimes, he seems to be quite easy to coax.
But... but...
Are there really people who look alike but are not related to each other?
