He Junwang looked at the strange scene in front of him and swallowed hard.
When the lotus fell on Fushang's hand, he suddenly felt clear in his heart, as if an invisible shackle was missing.
He looked at Fushang's ferocious expression, looked at the peach blossoms on Fushang's arms that were gradually fading, and looked at Fushang's appearance fading bit by bit, as if time was passing quickly on her body.
He turned his head sharply and looked at Ji Changli, whose expression remained unchanged.
He was suddenly in a daze for a moment, and his expression twisted, "You have known this for a long time."
In the blink of an eye, he became very lonely again and whispered softly, "You actually know" When he learned about Fu Shang's abnormality, he had inexplicably thought about how great it would be if his brother became Fu Shang's subordinate like him.
The years are passing by, and the beauty is no longer there.
This is what Fu Shang is seeing now.
A head of green hair turns to white hair, only that the beauty has changed.
The skin that used to be smooth and tender is now loose and flaccid, with some faintly visible age spots.
The delicate face is covered with fine wrinkles, the slender body has become dry and thin, and the straight back has gradually become rickety.
Prince He looked at those cloudy eyes, which still flashed with madness and resentment, and he suddenly felt sick to his stomach.
This is the woman he once loved.
This is the woman he once loved.
This is the woman he wants to get at all costs.
He slowly stood up holding on to the railing, smiling wildly, tears of laughter came out, but he did not make any sound.
Suddenly, he covered his mouth and retched disgustingly, but did not vomit anything. .
He vaguely remembered that when the situation changed today, he gave the last cake to Fu Shang The blue lotus absorbs the essence of the peach blossom indulgently.
Its charming petals are like a swollen sponge at the moment, swaying like a roly-poly.
If other people saw it, they would be very surprised as to why they could feel pleasant emotions in a flower.
The peach blossoms on Fushang's arms withered and dimmed little by little.
Fushang also gradually aged and died.
The fire of life in her eyes was like the flames of a mass grave, revealing bleakness and death.
Time passed slowly, and suddenly, a crisp cracking sound came.
Ji Changli saw Fu Shang's strong color fade away, and a black and white picture seemed to be condensed in the dark prison.
In the center of the picture was an old man. woman.
At this moment, this woman was pale, like broken porcelain.
There was a clicking sound, and the scroll broke into tiny pieces and disappeared into nothing.
The moment the painting disappeared, the woman suddenly regained its previous strong color.
At the next moment, bursts of stench emitted from the withered body.
She twisted her expression and watched herself rotting bit by bit.
Finally, it turned into withered peach blossoms and fell into mud.
At this moment, there was an unwilling mental wave in the air, and an invisible flame suddenly lit up on the lotus that was isolated from the outside of the scroll, burning the unwilling mental wave into nothingness.
There was still traces of essence and blood left on the roots of the lotus that had eaten so much.
The roots sucked all the essence and blood into his body.
The blue lotus floats in the air, its full petals swinging randomly, like a silly child.
He vibrated twice from time to time, and the prince and the county inexplicably wondered if it was hiccups.
Lotus had eaten and drank enough, and lay lazily in the air, not wanting to move.
But obviously, Ji Changli would not go as he wished, so he gently knocked on the flowerpot.
The crisp sound immediately broke Lianhua's sleepiness.
Lianhua reluctantly restrained her body, and when she really wanted to move, she fell down in mid-air.
Ji Changli laughed softly, and Lotus suddenly became angry.
He stretched out his fat petals, trying to wrap the heart of the flower, but found that the petals were too fat and could not be rolled up.
He paused in mid-air for a moment, and finally gave up on himself.
He floated toward Ji Changli step by step, and landed in the flowerpot in his hand.
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He remained silent and successfully turned into a lotus pretending to be dead.
Ji Changli turned around and walked out, and Prince He suddenly looked back.
He threw himself on the ground and begged, "Brother, I was wrong.
Brother, I was bewitched by that monster.
It was not my intention to do such a thing.
Brother Emperor, please let me go.
Please let me go.
You promised in front of my father’s soul that you would take good care of me and forgive my sins, Brother Emperor. " He told his pleas incoherently, but Ji Changli's steps did not stop at all.
He and the prince looked at the figure that was getting away, and looked at the swaying black clothes, their vision was blurred.
At this time, Ji Changli's faint voice came, "Since my father has left a will to take care of you, there will be nothing wrong with me as a brother.
You should embrace your father's will and fully appreciate what he left behind."
Thank you.”
The cold voice echoed in the Tianlao.
In the echoes, Prince He looked at the long shadow dragged by the candlelight, and vaguely remembered that many years ago, he and his father, the emperor, and the empress sat in the pavilion admiring the plum blossoms.
But he walked back to the East Palace step by step wearing thin clothes.
At that time, his figure was also obscured by the wind and snow, and the footprints left behind were submerged by snowflakes in just a moment.
What did he say then?
It's so pitiful.
But now, it is still the same sentence, how pitiful.
This time, the rebellion against the prince was like a meteorite falling into the lake, causing thousands of waves.
The dynasty was in turmoil, and the forces above and below were completely wiped out.
The courtiers in the capital were placed under house arrest, and the officials from other places were relieved of their military power and escorted to the capital.
Anyone who directly participates in the rebellion will be punished by the nine tribes, and those who indirectly provide silver and grain will be punished by the three tribes.
And even more people had their property confiscated and were exiled to the border.
All of a sudden, heads rolled down from the execution ground, large and small, and the executioner's sword rolled up.
The entire dynasty was frightened by the emperor's iron-blooded methods.
The sky above the capital was covered in blood, and a thick smell of blood floated in the air, making people extremely frightened.
Amid the bleak news, the old minister of the Xia family who was sent to guard the imperial mausoleum was escorted to the front of the mansion.
His cloudy eyes looked at the chaotic family, at his favorite great-granddaughter who was dragged out of the mansion by her hair, and at the fallen door lintel, tears of regret flowed from the corners of his eyes.
He thought of his current Majesty who had not hesitated to contradict the late emperor and expelled them from the East Palace many years ago.
He thought of the lost title of Grand Master that he had always been brooding over.
He bowed deeply in the direction of the dynasty and said, "Thank you, old minister."
His Majesty" And behind him, the pretty woman looked at the rickety great-grandfather in despair.
The tender yellow skirt was trampled mercilessly, like a floating pear blossom.
She thought distantly, it turns out that it wouldn't work if she had to do it again: