That person is the most unmentionable.
The atmosphere suddenly became weird, depressed and stagnant, making Chang Ling's always stable mood begin to change up and down, blaming himself for not taking care of his mouth.
He just wanted to plead guilty, but he didn't expect Chongmen Jue to say indifferently: "For three years, if she can live, I will set her free." ” If she can survive in that turbulent harem, help him for three years.
Then, after three years, he will set her free.
Chang Ling was stunned for a moment.
The master is really a little compassionate.
He has never been like this to other chess pieces, for chess pieces, for chess for life, there are only two endings for chess pieces, one can kill to the end, and advance and retreat with the person who controls chess, and the other is to become an abandoned piece and be thrown away.
And Chongmenhuan is the third type.
She is the only exception.
Chang Ling looked at the night sky that was so dark that he couldn't see a little light, thinking that the road to regain joy in the future should be the same as the weather tonight, mostly wind and rain.
Whether you can wait until the sunny day depends on your personal creation.
"If the fourth lady knows that the master thinks like this, no matter how much wind and rain there is, she should be able to survive."
Chang Ling thought of Chongmen Huan's face that looked like that person, and he felt a little unbearable.
But just because Chongmen Huan looks like a seventh girl, he has to walk on the cusp.
There will be no days of peace from now on.
Speaking of which, after all, I don't think it's so fair to her.
However, who dares to disobey the things that the heavy door decides, if he wants to live happily, she can live, if he wants her to die, she will die.
So, she had no choice.
Chongmen faced the wind and rain and walked indifferently into the wind and rain.
Leaving Chang Ling with a cold and resolute back, and a cold-blooded sentence blown by the wind: "If she can't hold on, I will abandon her!"
” If she can't survive for three years, then she can only die.
This is the mercy he gave her, and the killing!
Changling inexplicably felt cold all over his body, and hurriedly rushed into the rain, sheltered Chongmen from the rain, got into the carriage, and under Chongmen's order, a team of people and horses supported the black carriage and quickly disappeared into the wind and rain of the night.
Run fast towards the outside of the city.
The wind and rain covered it, drowning the entire imperial city in it.
Someone galloped into the palace, and in the revival hall, the white-clothed boy was playing chess with Yan Jiuming, and the rain outside the palace was loud, but the hall was warm.
The shadow entered the palace, knelt silently in the dark place of the hall, and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, the King of Han's car has set off and rushed back to the cold city overnight." ” In the swaying lights, Yan Jiuming's hand holding the chess piece paused.
Mei Shisan, who was sitting opposite him, elegantly pinched a chess piece and put it into the chessboard, the cloud sleeves slid past, bringing out a faint fragrance, and his voice was as warm as ever: "Your Majesty, you have lost your mind!"
” The soft reminder made Yan Jiuming seem to wake up from a dream.
He landed the black chess pieces in his hand on the chessboard, and glanced at Mei Shisan with a slight raised sword eyebrows and asked, "Does the national teacher know that the heavy gate is rushing back to the cold city after storms and storms, so what's the matter?"
” It is said that it has been a while since he returned to Beijing.
A few days ago, when he went to the court, he also knocked on the side and asked when he would return to the cold city.
But Chongmenjue's answer was always a little ambiguous, so he didn't know when Chongmenjue would go back, but he didn't expect Chongmenjue to leave tonight.
Come to think of it, tomorrow morning, he will receive a report from the heavy door.