Hailan was quite surprised, but quickly calmed down, "When she saw her wearing it several times, she thought she was interested in such a worthless thing. It turned out that there was such a story."

Yun Che nodded slightly and said sadly: "She still has the heart at last." He looked at Hailan deeply, "This thing is considered a token of love between Yanwan and me. As for whether it is useful, it will be handed over to you."

He smiled slightly, and was very peaceful, "I'm dying, you're still alive. In the future, everything about the Queen will only bother you." He focused for a moment and said with difficulty, "I know that this incident is bound to be Yan Wan's suspicion. But please forgive her for the part of this ring." He gritted his teeth, "If she still has a bad intention in the future, then I can't help her. This ring is still useful."

Hailan's eyes stared at a corner of the wall, as if she was about to penetrate the hole. After a long time, she finally nodded heavily and turned her face away, not wanting to face Ling Yuncheyun's calm face again, "I'll listen to you this time!" Then she ordered again, "Three treasures! Hurry up! Don't dream for a long night!"

Yun Che walked hard to walk to the wide bench where the execution was executed. The bench was four feet wide and seven feet long, just lying down. Because it had been used for many years, there were many dirty traces, countless palace people in the palace died on the bench. Hai Lan glanced at it and felt a little disgusting for no reason. The traces on it were clearly the struggles, sweat, urine, or blood marks strangled by the ropes. Yun Che didn't care. He lay flat on it, as if he was lying on a high couch, calmly and leisurely, as if he had bid farewell to all the complicated pains in the world, and finally had a rest.

Sanbao ordered the little eunuch who followed him to tie Yun Che's body with a rope as thick as a thumb, and whispered in his ear with a shame: "I'm sorry for you. From now on, I will burn incense and kowtow to you every year."

Yun Che smiled faintly, "Do it. The only thing I can do for the Queen is that I will do more to you in the future."

Sanbao agreed, turned around and wiped his tears with his sleeves, turned his face to remind the eunuchs, "Do it, let Lord Ling leave more quickly! Don't be too stumbling and uncomfortable."

The little eunuchs skillfully covered the yellow paper on Yun Che's face. Sanbao took a sip of clear water and was about to spray it on his face. A vague voice overflowed from Yun Che's mouth. Sanbao hurriedly lifted the paper and said, "What are your unfulfilled wishes? I will definitely do it for you."

Yun Che's expression was extremely peaceful. He sniffed for a moment, closed his eyes and focused his mind, holding a longing smile, and whispered: "It smells so good! Is the plum blossoms blooming outside?"

Sanbao nodded, "When the head came in first, he saw a few wintersweets blooming outside."

"It's a pity that when it's cold and snowy, I can no longer break a plum blossom for the Queen and send it to you." Yun Che nodded with satisfaction, "Jolai worships next year, just bring a plum blossom." He said nothing else, letting the yellow paper and water stick to the cheeks.

There were warm tears floating in the corners of my eyes, and I couldn't help it and slowly fell down. No one knew better than Hailan, who was the lonely shadow of the plum blossom, holding the shadow of the plum blossom between my fingers, the faint fragrance floated, and I loved it all my life.

The rapid breathing sound was like a craze slamming the table. After a long time, there was no sound. Hailan turned her head and the soaked seven-layer yellow paper covered Ling Yunche's face, outlining the outline of his facial features. But the outline, like the posture of the mountain shadows in the distance under the sky light without stars, had no response.

After all, he died as she wished.

When Ruyi heard the news, there was not much emotional ups and downs. She let Hailan kneel in front of her and slowly tell the whole story.

Hai Lanye had finished speaking, and was very meticulous and without missing a word. She knelt on the ground, looked up at Ruyi, and the unexpected calm made her feel a little uneasy, so she could only whisper: "Sister," her voice became louder, "I asked myself that I had done nothing wrong for my sister."

Ruyi only felt a fishy and sweet smell surge in her throat. She held her breath and held back the surging of the smell. Her eyes fell on the corner of Hailan's skirt. There were flowers of peach blossoms on the corner of her silver-blue skirt. Such snow-white fragrance flowers were embroidered with silver-gray and light white silk threads, and they were so densely packed, as if they had accumulated burnt ash. But the heat and heat were still there, even if there was no Mars, they were still hot and hot, and even if they were not seen, they still pressed against the bottom of her eyebrows, allowing her to clearly and clearly hear the subtle sounds of her skin when it was burnt.

Only she could hear that sound.

She took a breath and every time she spitted a word, her throat felt like it was cut by a sharp thin blade. She felt so uncomfortable, but she didn't change her tone, and she was still so graceful and gentle. "Hailan, I said earlier that what you did was the same as what I did myself."

She was so quiet and calm, and Hailan became afraid. She had thought about it, thought of everything, her scolding, her tears, and her anger. That was what she should do, and she had to do her own thing and executed a person who had always been so kind to her. But facing Ruyi's peace, she was so scared that she was at a loss.

Hailan held her hand and said, "Sister, do you think I did something wrong?"

Ruyi sat sadly, and she found that her body was trapped in an uneasy beast. The beast was biting her and making her feel pain. But she couldn't move, couldn't cry, or struggle. Ruyi just smiled sadly, "You are for my own good, how could you be wrong? Ling Yunche is even more wrong."

Hailan suddenly realized and called out: "Sister..."

Ruyi was unmoved, but was immersed in her thoughts and said quietly: "If you do not matter, just do it."

The worry on Hailan's face became heavier and she called out in panic: "Sister, if you are unhappy, you can scold me and beat me..." She looked so frightened that she was extremely scared, "Sister... Don't laugh... Don't..." She was extremely frightened, and looked at Ruyi in confusion, and said anxiously, "Sister, he is dead, so you tell me a truth, what kind of love do you have to him?"

Ruyi stroked her face. Her fingers were as stiff as if it was not her own. When she slowly touched her skin, she felt that the flesh on her face was soft and she seemed to be talking to herself, "Am I laughing? Why don't I feel it?" She turned her face blankly, looking at Hailan, who was about to cry, and the smile on her lips was like a dark red and white flower withered behind the wind sword. "Hailan, in this life, I feel hot and cold, only the emperor. But when I was cold, it was you and Ling Yunche who made me feel warm."

Hailan's head lowered weakly, "Sister, my love with you for many years. It turns out that in your heart, I am just like him. Sister, I don't know whether I should be happy or sad. He has damaged your reputation and can hardly turn over. Sister, he..."

Hailan looked at Ruyi's pale face as snowy, and dared not say anything more. Ruyi's eyes were calm as if it was frozen, but Hailan was ashamed of panic as she saw the stormy waves. Ruyi's voice was extremely light, "Hailan, you and I have been relying on each other for many years, and Ling Yunche also supported each other. It has nothing to do with love, it was known to each other. Hailan, I thought you would understand, but I didn't want to ask this too."

Hailan's lips trembled, as if the last struggling dead leaves on the branches in late autumn. Her tears were wide open, almost bursting with tears, "Sister, if you are so sad, you are the only one here, and you are crying, no one knows." She walked forward two steps forward and hugged Ruyi's legs, "Sister, don't laugh like this, I'm so scared."

Ruyi seemed to be muttering in a dream, with a misty smile and said softly: "I'm fine, what's there to cry. I'm just very tired." She waved her hand and forced her ignorant body to stand up, "I'll go and take a break, you go back first."

She stood up, and when she fell down, she was almost tripped by the dense brocade blanket about an inch thick on the ground. Her elbows hit the long table of rosewood cranes. The rosewood was solid in texture and it hurts unspeakably when it hit, but it was not as good as the death of Shanghai Lan's words, and it was so deep that it scraped the bones.

Hai Lanshang had not had time to help him, and Ruyi had already stood up. She walked very slowly, and the corners of her lake-colored skirt were brushed on the ground, as if the cold smoke and mist were floating in hazy. The heavy bead shadow curtains behind her were knocked down by her, and many ripples were shocked. She had never noticed them at all, but she felt so tired, so tired that she really wanted to lie down and rest.

Seeing her like this, Hailan instinctively wanted to get up and chase after her, but her feet became soft and she couldn't help but collapse to the ground.

Ruyi walked slowly into the inner hall, sat sadly on the bed, and glanced at the bronze mirror of the ivory dressing table, her color-lost face reflected on the sky-blue scattered pearls and plum blossoms, as if it was snow. I really wanted to cry because the hidden pain in my body was vaguely cut off somewhere in my body, but she couldn't see it, and there was no damage, but she could feel that the blood flowed out and the limbs gradually became cold and stiff.

But she could not cry, nor did she have tears. The bottom of her eyes were so dry that it was almost cracked, but no tears overflowed. She could only bit her trembling teeth tightly and bite them into calmness and indifference as always.

It took her a long time to realize that the fingertips had a warm and greasy touch, spreading bit by bit. She lowered her head and saw bright red blood scattering on her fingertips. She identified for a long time before she realized that the blood came from her lips, but she didn't know when it was bitten.

Yes, she has no tears, nor can shed tears. She can only shed blood.
Chapter completed!