Wan Yunjun walked away anxiously, and Song Huiyue took a deep breath and got into the carriage.
Before she could stand still, she was pulled in by a pair of hands and fell into a cold embrace. King Jin held her tightly, biting her lips without hesitation, and rubbed her back with his hands,
He wished he could press her into his body.
Song Huiyue was dizzy, her head was spinning, the alcohol was floating in her body, and her rationality came and went. She finally struggled to raise her head: "Your Majesty!"
Prince Jin stopped, breathing heavily, and still holding her tightly with both hands. His whole body was tense, and he sat back a little.
He's crazy.
Seeing Song Huiyue and Wan Yunjun being so close, he went crazy with jealousy.
Yinxiao, who is far away in the world, is enough to make him jealous. Whenever he sees the letters sent back from Dingzhou, he will feel sour. Now there is Wan Yunjun, who is no different from a man.
He used all his strength to control his hands and not strangle Wan Yunjun to death.
After a long while, he raised his head and said in a hoarse and low voice: "Why don't you see me when you come back?"
He still refused to let go of Song Huiyue, hugging her and sitting on his lap, letting her head rest tightly on his chest.
Song Huiyue's mind was in a mess, and her thoughts were so overwhelming that she couldn't lift her head. She twisted her body and tried to get up from Prince Jin's lap, but failed, so she opened her mouth and asked: "Your Majesty, you
How did you find me?"
King Jin suppressed her little struggle: "Dingzhou is my world, Zhang Xutang is looking for you, come with me."
Song Huiyue smiled nonchalantly: "I'm not afraid of him. Kyoto is so big. If I go anywhere, he will kill me."
Prince Jin hugged her warm body and smelled a hint of alcohol on her body. He was grateful for the drink. The clear Song Huiyue would not talk to her like this.
She would either run away, or torture herself ruthlessly, but in short, she would not give herself any chance.
He stretched out his cold hand and touched her face: "I'm sorry about Hu Fu. At that time...the cause of my mother's death...I had no choice, really no choice, I didn't know what to do.
Even better, I don’t know if Mrs. Song will...can you forgive me? We are still as good as before."
Song Huiyue looked at him blankly. The blood in her body turned into molten iron in a furnace, burning her soul to the point of losing her mind.
She never thought they would have such a moment of decision. The cold wind blew hard outside the carriage, rolling up the curtains, and snowflakes blew in from the outside and hit people's faces.
King Jin waited expectantly, without tears - the cold food powder burned his life and dried up his tears.
Song Huiyue had big eyes and shallow tear sockets, but when she looked at King Jin, her tears were dried by the cold wind.
She spoke softly: "Your Majesty, I want to go back to Dingzhou and do my own thing."
She thought of the thrush given to her by King Jin. At first it was jumping around in the cage and singing loudly every day, but then it sang less. When she poked it, it still protested fiercely. In the end, the bird
It no longer makes any noise, is indifferent to human touch, no longer jumps around, and eats and drinks every day. The whole bird has gained weight.
King Jin's palace, ambition, and wisdom are destined to reach a high position in the end. When the time comes, his ambition will be an invisible restriction on her life.
She will live dependent on his goodness. If he is not good, then the independence she has insisted on in the past, the hardships she has struggled through, and the peace and tranquility she has envisioned will all disappear.
Moreover, there are so many lives between them. If one day he remembers that the person next to him is so cruel, will he be afraid?
The majestic imperial city, the position of queen, and the supreme power could not block her life.
There was a "buzzing" sound in King Jin's mind, as if a string had broken. He had not eaten Hanshi Powder since the Mid-Autumn Festival, but at this moment, he wanted to take a pair, otherwise he would not be able to calm down.
He breathed desperately, hugged Song Huiyue tightly, and thought in pain.
The farther this road goes, the lonelier he becomes. Holding Song Huiyue's hand, he couldn't express the countless hardships in his heart. He was suffocating under the pressure - how could life become so difficult? Every moment... It's suffering, it's all in pain.
"Go to the palace to see Qinghui. Qinghui is much better. Sometimes he can open his eyes and move his eyeballs."
Except for Song Qinghui, he could not offer anything to impress Song Huiyue.
Song Huiyue was worried about Song Qinghui, but she also knew that going to the palace at this time might provoke Zhang Xutang. She was silent for a moment, shook her head and said: "No, thank you for taking care of him. I will go to see him again when I return to Kyoto in a dignified manner next time. "
After that, she struggled out of Prince Jin's lap and whispered goodbye to him.
King Jin stretched out his hand to straighten his clothes and thought: "Next time, I won't let you escape again."
He got out of the carriage with a chill all over his body. Wan Yunjun was not far away, and the guards around him were heavily guarded. As long as there was any movement in the carriage, she would lead the people to rush forward.
King Jin glanced at her coldly, turned and left.
Wan Yunjun suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and unknowingly his palms were all sweaty - this man didn't seem to be a violent person, but he had a terrifying aura. When he looked at people, his eyes were like knives, cutting people's hearts and livers, and blood spattered. Three feet.
She strode towards the carriage, opened the curtain and got in.
"Are you okay? Who is this?"
Song Huiyue did not answer, only said: "You can't hide me here anymore."
Wan Yunjun whispered: "You were right not to come. I didn't expect the situation in Kyoto to be so complicated. Is the person just now a friend or foe?"
Song Huiyue thought for a while: "I'm not an enemy. Please prepare a few short brown and silver clothes for me. Night is when the Forbidden Army is busy checking, so it's hard for me to leave. Wait until dawn, and you can send me to Beiwa."
Beiwa is the largest tile house in Kyoto. It has a foot shop, a restaurant, a restaurant, a teahouse, and thirteen Goulan buildings where hundreds of operas are performed. Every day, people watch social fires, puppets, make insects and ants, play various palace tunes, and tell jokes. , Shang Mi, there is an endless stream of people selling fruit, and there are nearly a thousand people in one colorful shed at its peak.
These playful people come together and disintegrate when they leave, gathering and scattering, enough to hide Song Huiyue.
Wan Yunjun nodded, and when he returned to Wan's house, he placed large and small coins for her. However, before he could string the coins together, there was a sudden shout from outside.
Song Huiyue stood up suddenly and walked quickly to the door. Wan Yunjun also dropped the copper coins and cotton thread in his hand. His heart was beating wildly in his chest. His mouth was dry and he walked forward. He opened the door and asked someone to check outside. situation.
The two looked at each other, feeling uneasy.
The guard came back quickly, looking a little panicked: "Prince Jin has been assassinated, and the assassin is being hunted outside."
Song Huiyue shivered, and several copper coins fell from her hand, making a crisp sound on the ground.
"Is the injury serious?"
The guard shook his head: "I don't know."
Outside, the imperial guards and palace guards came and went like the wind, and no one was allowed to come and go at will. Only after he inquired did he learn that something had happened to King Jin, and the rest of them didn't know anything about it.
Song Huiyue closed the door, thinking it was Zhang Xutang.
When Zhang Xutang does things, he always wants to do something shocking - kill the King of Jin and force Song Huiyue out, killing two birds with one stone.