Seeing that the play was about to end, Ji Ningtian remained indifferent until Huanyan finished singing the last line. He raised his hand and patted it gently, "Master Huanyan sang this play very well, but today, it would be a bit unlucky."
Huanyan bowed her head in a neither humble nor arrogant manner, but before she could speak, she heard a deep voice saying: "Master Huanyan, the nine-petal flower is a famous evil flower. It has the effect of leaving the soul, so it must be used with caution."
Hearing the sound, Fang Zilan couldn't help but look towards the speaker, and saw Wen Ya appearing behind everyone at some point, standing by the door with a pale expression.
"Nine-petal flower?" "Isn't that an evil thing from the previous dynasty?" "Yes, why would anyone still use a nine-petal flower in our capital?"...
There was a lot of discussion among the guests present, and soon someone suggested that the reason why the Qingchao class's play was so moving was all because of the effect of the nine-petal flower. But no one among them knew what the nine-petal flower was, so the finger pointed at Huanyan again.
"Master Huanyan has a nine-petal flower on his body." A Wan leaned into Fang Zilan's ear and whispered: "But the amount is very small. If Master hadn't reminded me, it would be difficult for me to detect it from such a distance."
"It's hard for you to notice, how can the people present be affected?" Fang Zilan's expression gradually turned cold, but she suddenly laughed when she heard the happy faces on the stage, "Evil flower? Mr. Wen, do you still remember where the nine-petal flower came from? ?"
As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked. Huanyan, the head teacher of the Qingchao class, and Wenya, the leader of the Imperial Hospital, are actually old acquaintances? Everyone couldn't sit still. How many secrets were hidden behind today's wedding?
"Master Huanyan..." As soon as Wen Ya opened his mouth, Huanyan stopped him, "The nine-petal flower was originally a method used by the previous royal family to control Huan's daughters, and it is no different from the dirty things used in Huajie Liuxiang. .Mr. Wen, am I right?"
Wen Ya remained silent, with a smile on his face, and said word by word: "The so-called soul-removing effect of the nine-petal flower is all given by the Su family and Mr. Wen. I wonder if the descendants of the Su family still know about Wen. Sir, do you dare to admit it?"
There was a descendant of the Su family present, and he jumped up and said, "Don't talk nonsense and ruin the reputation of my Su family!"
"Whether it's true or not, Mr. Su Bo will find out when he gets back and asks." Before Huanyan could finish her words, the speaker panicked, "How do you recognize me..."
"Come here, Huanyan, the leader of the Qingchao class, is using the forbidden nine-petal flower to confuse people's minds and plot evil, so arrest her." Ji Ningtian finally spoke, and the guards guarding outside the hall swarmed up.
There was a flash of silver light, and Huanyan pulled out a soft sword from her waist to protect her, "Since I'm here today, I have no intention of going back. Ji Ningtian, if it weren't for the former Concubine Shu, how could you have survived to this day?" "
She called her by her name, and the aura around her made the guards dare not go up. They stopped under the stage and watched her take off the gauze on her face.
The moment the tulle slipped, everyone gasped. Unlike the beauty rumored by the outside world, Huanyan's face was scratched, and the scars on her face were indescribably ferocious.
"Huanyan, the daughter-in-law of the Huan family in the previous dynasty, was fortunate enough to be saved and given her name by Princess Pingnan, Mrs. Qinji. She only lives for three things." Huanyan said as she pointed the soft sword in her hand at Ji Ningtian, "The first is to kill the former concubine Shu. Mother and son avenge Mrs. Qin Ji; secondly, tell all the Huan girls in the world to live for themselves from now on; thirdly, announce the truth to the public, so as to appease the spirits of the dead and comfort the hearts of the living."
When she said the last two sentences, she was looking at Fang Zilan's table. Fang Zilan felt her gaze and was a little stunned. For a moment, she couldn't tell whether her words were for herself or someone else.
"The evil words are confusing the public." Ji Ning Tianhan said: "If according to what you said, Mrs. Qinji was harmed by my mother and son, then why did Princess Wuqing and I live in peace for many years and even marry me today? ?”
"Ji Ningtian, you and I know what you did to the princess. She will not be deceived by you forever." Huanyan looked at Ji Ningtian intently, and his pupils suddenly trembled.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the steward on the side yelled: "What are you doing standing there in a daze? Why don't you quickly capture this witch?"
The guards took a step forward as if they were awakening from a dream, only to see the soft sword in Huanyan's hand turned and put down, resting on the side of his neck, "Ji Ningtian, I am a person of low words. I can neither kill you nor destroy you. But I am willing to sacrifice my life in exchange for the current people being suspicious and wary of you."
After saying this, she resolutely wiped her neck and committed suicide on the stage. Blood splashed on the stage, dyed her plain clothes red, and dripped down the river on the front steps of the hall.
The sudden turn of events stunned everyone except those in the Qingchao class who lowered their eyes and choked with sobs, crying uncontrollably.
Fang Zilan let out a long sigh. Huanyan had already planned it. Everyone in the Qingchao class knew about it, but no one stopped him. With such a will to die, and at the cost of risking her life, she actually suspected that she and Ji Ning Tianhang were colluding. She was really a villain.
Awan's nose felt sore, and she subconsciously reached out to grab the person next to her. Only then did she realize that Cong Rong had disappeared at some point, "Where is Sister Cong?"
Cong Rong leaned against the pillars with her back to the hall, her face turned pale, her hands were twisted together tightly, and there were red marks on her face.
As a daughter of the Huan family, she not only knew Huanyan, but also admired her. Especially when she heard that she founded the Qingchao class and settled down, she was even more envious.
Huanyan was everything she longed for, but she could never become Huanyan. For the sake of the so-called grace of saving lives and giving names, do you not care about anything?
No name, no clue, at least I can survive. Since the Huan girls were originally just playthings to please others, then what does it matter about which dynasty we celebrated in the past and present?
Why, must it be today?
"Aren't you going to send her off?" Wen Ya's voice suddenly sounded, as gentle as ever, but it inexplicably annoyed Cong Rong, "We don't agree with each other. Since I have seen her for the last time, I have nothing to give her." ”
Hearing this, Wen Ya hesitated for a moment and then whispered: "Before she died, she said she wanted you to live for yourself."
"Live for yourself?" Cong Rong snorted with disdain, "When will such deceptive words be able to deceive us lonely ghosts?"
She turned her head and stared closely into Wen Ya's eyes, "Wen Ya, ask yourself, do you believe this? We..." She bit her lip sharply and stopped what she said.
"I don't dare to think about living for myself in this life. But..." Wen Ya paused, and the expression on his face suddenly softened a lot, "I risk everything to let Awan live for myself." .”
"It's such a deep relationship between master and apprentice." Cong Rong said with a sneer on her face, "What a pity." She breathed a sigh of relief after saying that, "It's time for me to go back. Fang Zilan and your good apprentice will become suspicious if I delay for too long. "
Wen Ya watched Cong Rong walk away slowly, as if she was trying to escape from something. However, she failed to escape in the end. Looking at the happy faces of people on the stage that were stained with blood, she covered her mouth and cried, her tears falling uncontrollably and blurring her vision.
The longing she once had is now gone. Perhaps, there shouldn't have been any delusions from the beginning. It's already good enough to survive.
