Depressed streets.

The officers and soldiers following him all marveled at the woman's perseverance. An ordinary person would not be able to move at all without fainting.

Only then did Su Zhi realize how painful every step of the legs that the mermaid used to replace with her own throat must be. It was like stepping on a knife blade. For the sake of the one she loves, she would rather turn into bubbles after the severe pain.

However, she didn't want to turn into a bubble, she wanted to stand with him after all kinds of severe pain.

I can have a high enough height to stand with him. But where is he? If I see her like this, will my heart still hurt? Will I still twist a spoonful of honey and make a cup of warm tea for her?

Will he still touch her brow with his fingertips when she is bursting with tears, telling her not to cry? Tell her that she will still have him if the sky falls.

She still has him, so she doesn't feel any pain. Not at all.

A section of the road felt like walking for a century. When I arrived in front of the Prince's Palace, all my strength was exhausted. My feet went soft and I knelt on the ground, and my knees made a crisp sound.

"Girl." The following officers and soldiers couldn't help but exclaimed.

"My lord, there is no need to worry. It is already late at night, and there is no need for my lord to monitor this slave. I should receive my punishment properly."

With a slight sigh, one of the officers and soldiers couldn't help but persuade Su to stop, "The girl is new to the job. This princess is restless by nature, but she is extremely popular with His Highness. The Emperor is seriously ill, and His Highness the Crown Prince will inevitably feel anxious. The girl can bear it.

That’s it.”

Su Zhi was so strong but couldn't bear to hear other people's greetings to her. The tip of her nose felt sour and she said, "Thank you, sir, for your teaching."

Compared with the luxury of the Prince's Palace, Su Zhi is more like a rose soaked in blood, blooming miserably on the deep palace wall. The group of maids and guards guarding the Prince's Palace couldn't help but take a second look at Su Zhi.

Pity, ridicule, all kinds of looks are there.

The red candle in the Prince's Palace refused to be extinguished.

Su Zhi touched his chest. The delicate dagger that he had buried for a long time was frosted on his fingertips. He raised his head slightly and looked at the sky.

Forgive me for folding the peach blossoms in the spring breeze into silent green bamboo leaves, and polishing one of your golden daggers into a pale cinnabar mark on my chest.

My hands have become shadows that can only be seen from a distance. Be quiet, my heart is screaming with boiling longings. I want to pour all the longings that are on the verge of collapse into the tea you taught me. Drink another cup of Xiaoxiao Muyu at dusk.

The red lips lightly opened, "The night is far away, the sun is far away, the sun is far away, the curtains are dark, but the words are indifferent, as if they are unintentional, the encounter is broken, the intention is like breaking through the evening rain, the corners of the clothes are green and slightly floating with mud.

, but the fragmentary words are like gibbering, the film is surrounded by the sunset and the world is passing by, the silence is gentle and the dusk is waiting for the rain, and clues of unexpected events occasionally appear in the gaps, and the words are swallowed and waved, but they are not allowed. It is difficult to know that the world is changing, and the dusk is raining."

It seemed as if I could sense Su Zhi's heartbreaking melody. The sky, which was originally a bit bright with stars, gradually became filled with heavy dark clouds. A steady drizzle lasted for only half a while.

Su Zhi couldn't speak, couldn't vent, couldn't be sad, couldn't be disappointed. He could only use his last breath of strength to compose a beautiful song of his thoughts and sing it softly.

Su Gurong, who was only separated from Su Zhi by a door, was wearing a faded military uniform, and the silver cup in his hand was almost deformed by the force of his fingertips.

She kept singing, and his strength continued unabated.

Finally, the wine that was squeezed out of the silver cup in his hand spilled all over the table. He suddenly stood up and kicked the door of the Prince's Palace into pieces.

The maid outside the door was so frightened that she knelt on the ground. Su Gurong strode forward, and the maid who followed him opened the paper umbrella and tried to cover his head. With a wave of her hand, the paper umbrella shattered into pieces and turned white on the ground.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince."

"roll."

The rain was getting heavier, making a dull sound on the ground. Su Zhi's coarse clothes were soaked, and blood flowed all over the floor. She knelt in the middle like a red lotus. Su Zhi's singing stopped suddenly, and she raised her pale face and looked at Su Gu

Allow.

The rain slid down his face, and he looked at her with calm eyes. She also looked at him.

The world is silent.

"Your Highness, please take care of yourself. It's raining heavily outside. Please go back and rest. If your servant disturbs you, just stop singing." After a long time, Su Zhi spoke softly.

Rainwater was poured into her pupils and flowed out from the corners of her eyes. The blood all over her body seemed to be fused with the rainwater, making it difficult to leave.

"I wish I could kill you." He didn't use the honorific, didn't answer her words, he still kept those narrow eyes calm and hated her deeply.

It's like she also hates him to the core. It's just a sarcastic remark and a smile as bright as smoke.

She remained silent and turned her eyes to look outside the palace. Outside there were her dreams, her heroes, and her unfinished dreams.

"Please, I will let you go." Su Gurong lifted up his robe, bent half of his legs, and squatted in front of Su Zhi.

"Please?" Su Zhi raised the corner of his mouth and couldn't help but laugh softly. He raised his nose and raised his face. How could this Su Gurong look like Cao Cao?

"If I can help you balance your inner dissatisfaction and alleviate your strong self-esteem and sense of superiority, I'll beg you reluctantly."

Su Gurong's eyes deepened, "What did you say?"

"My slave is saying that I'm afraid I don't have what the prince is looking for in my slave."

Su Zhi is such a servile but arrogant and very eloquent person.

He scooped it up with his big hand and held Su Zhi in his arms. He turned around and walked towards the Prince's Palace.

Touching the wound, Su stopped sweating from the pain. Thinking of Su Gurong's last kiss, he struggled hard despite the waves of dizziness in front of his eyes.

"What is your Highness doing?"

"Want to see what I can find on you."

I'm looking for your sister. I just want to kill you.

Inner room.

The little father-in-law, who had quick eyes and quick hands, had already installed the curtain on the door that Su Gurong had kicked down.

Su Gurong threw Su Zhi on the bed without knowing any sympathy for her. The thin silk on the bed heated up under Su Zhi's body. Su Zhi's eyes suddenly darkened due to pain, but she was always harder to beat to death than Xiao Qiang, so she stood up and was about to get off.

bed.

"You are really tenacious." Su Gurong leaned over and clasped Su Zhi's wrist with one hand, and tore her coarse linen clothes to pieces with the other hand, leaving only the tattered clothes soaked by the blood and rain.

Su Zhi couldn't sit still. The skin and flesh on the buttocks that had been hit by the cane were all rotten. He could only support the bed with one hand and protect the clothes with the other. He looked at Su Gurong with cold eyes and said, "How dare you move?"

When had Su Gurong been provoked like this before, she couldn't help but laugh, "If I move, what can you do to me?" After saying this, he touched Su Zhi's waist and pulled her towards him.

Within a short distance, the more Su Gurong looked at Su Zhi's face, the more his heart tightened, especially those eyes that he loved and hated so much.

You ***. Su Zhi only felt that his head was dizzy and he could no longer care about the overall situation. He stretched out his foot and kicked it, and when Su Gurong was on guard, he took out the dagger she had never used before from her clothes.

.

He opened his mouth, bit off the scabbard, and stabbed forward.

Su Gurong had already penetrated Su Zhi's movements, leaned sideways to avoid Su Zhi's dagger, and reached out to knock it down. The golden knife fell to the ground. Su Zhi refused to give up and still wanted to struggle.

Su Gurong reached out and threw away the scabbard from Su Zhi's mouth, dragged her head and said fiercely, "Lian Chiyuan really protects you so much that he even dares to give you the blood-drinking knife. Just waiting to assassinate me."

Is that the prince?"

Su Zhi didn't care what Su Gurong was talking about, he just wanted to break free from Su Gurong's shackles. If he couldn't do it hard, he would be soft.

"He didn't give it to me, I stole it." Su Zhi said, scratching his neck.

"Yo, really?"

Su Gurong leaned forward again. "Since it is neither a matter of importance nor a matter of importance to you, I will execute it for you."

"Here comes someone."

"Your Highness the Crown Prince." The young father-in-law who was guarding the door rushed in respectfully and knelt on the ground tremblingly, not daring to raise his eyes.

"Throw it into the furnace."

"Yes. Your Highness the Crown Prince."

"Stop it." Su Zhi pushed Su Gurong away and pointed at the little eunuch on the ground and shouted.

Su Gurong was pushed aside by Su Zhi, but she didn't resist. She lay on her side on the bed and looked at the little father-in-law with her head propped up.

The little father-in-law was so frightened by Su Zhi's voice that his fingers froze.

"Fushou, you didn't hear what I said." Su Gurong said with a smile.

The little father-in-law shuddered immediately, picked up the dagger, and suddenly cut his hand. The wound was not big, but the blood continued to flow. The little father-in-law was also frightened. He was only cut once by the knife, how could he bleed?

It was so urgent and there was no intention of stopping at all.

"Tai, Tai, Your Highness the Crown Prince. This, this..." Fushou wrapped his cut finger with clothes and almost cried.

"This wound won't die yet. However, if you can't find Dr. Shen within two hours, that's another matter. So hurry up and get out."

"Yes, I will go right away."

The blood-drinking knife is so powerful, and the wound is so small. If she is stabbed, the blood will spray out like a fountain within a moment. But that is not the point. The point is, that is the only thing Lian Chiyuan gave her.

That was her only thought.

"No." Su Zhi said without even thinking.

Su Gurong held on to Su Zhi, who was about to get out of bed. He couldn't figure out what this woman was made of. Why was it so difficult to surrender even though she looked like this? "What don't you want?"

"Don't throw it into the furnace. I promise to hide it and never take it out again." Seeing the little father-in-law running so fast, Su's heart skipped a beat.

"This prince has kept his promise. There is no reason to take it back."

Su Zhi was about to faint when she suddenly caught a glimpse of a delicate rose on the bedside. It was the one that complemented her neck. You monster Su Gurong, give it to me, your father.

Poisoning is also placed on the bedside for fun.
To be continued...