Yi Huaiyu neither refuted nor showed any guilt. He kicked the door shut and was only half a step away from the angry Sima Tulan.
"You two have betrayed my trust. Do I want to give you a chance to renew your old relationship and let the entire harem see my joke? Sima Tulan, who do you think gave you the right to call me by my name here?
Are you yelling like a mad woman? Letting you live is already a great favor from me."
"Enhui? Enhui means that you keep hurting my family and making me the laughingstock of the harem?" Sima Duran laughed angrily, her cold and flowing eyes not concealing her hatred, "Yi Huaiyu, ask yourself, if it weren't for Sima
Family and Yao family, can you take this throne? Without Shen Junfang’s assistance for many years, can you safely let go and conquer the world? The person who has sacrificed the most for you is the person who has been hurt the most by you. You should think about it.
What qualifications do I have to say betrayal!"
Yi Huaiyu stood frozen, his cold face turned livid and gray, and it took a long time before he regained his deliberately calm expression: "Whether you are qualified or not, I have the final say."
"Then what if I don't give you this qualification today, but I refuse to let you have the final say?" Sima Duran sneered, with a chill in his slightly raised eyes.
"What do you mean?" Yi Huaiyu asked, with a hint of ominous premonition.
A cold light flashed suddenly, and the small dagger hidden in Sima Duran's sleeve was exposed in front of Yi Huaiyu. The sharp snow blade pointed ruthlessly: "I want to see him, and no one can stop me. If you insist on stopping me,
, in the end you can only choose one of death or death."
Yi Huaiyu was silent for a long time, and then raised his eyes slightly: "Is this your way? It is simply the courage of an extremely stupid man."
"So what if I am brave enough? It is far better to win a moment of freedom than to be imprisoned by you for eternity." There was a hint of sadness in his harsh tone. Sima Duran slowly moved towards the door, and his determined expression actually made Yi Huaiyu faintly feel cold, "Yi Huai
Yu, do you know what I regret most in my life? It’s meeting you and believing that you are the one I’m destined for.”
Yi Huaiyu lowered his eyelids and tapped the table with his fingertips, making a hollow and sad sound.
I still remember that in the spring breeze, she looked back and smiled in the sunshine, confident and proud, with a peerless grace that no one could match. Now that time has passed, her appearance has hardly changed, but she has lost that aloofness that will not be shaken by anyone.
In my heart, all of this is due to a bad fate that should not exist.
Even though he knew this, Yi Huaiyu still refused to cut it off. What he still had now was really not much.
"If you want to see Shen Junfang, you can. Anyway, Sima Yuan's life is not that important to you, right?"
With his eyes closed, he said the cruelest and most indifferent words in the world. Even though he knew that such a shameless threat would make Sima Turan feel despair, Yi Huaiyu still had no intention of stopping - or rather, he just wanted to make Sima Turan hate him.
Him, blame him.
As expected, those words made Sima Duran tremble all over, and she suddenly stopped as she was about to step out of the threshold.
Sima Yuan, Sima Turan's only remaining relative in this world, isn't this weight enough to compare with Shen Junfang? Watching Sima Turan's expression change from anger to surprise to despair, Yi Huaiyu knew that his
The goal is achieved, Sima Duran will stay here according to the results he wants to see, and give up the chance to meet Shen Junfang for the last time.
The dagger dropped to the ground and made a crisp sound. With that sound, Yi Huaiyu approached Sima Tulan and traced his fingertips across her increasingly thin face.
"Sima Yuan was defeated and captured. He is accused of incompetent command and suspected of collaborating with the enemy and treason. I will suppress all the ministers to remonstrate with him to save his life and let the past go. And what I want, you know what it is."
A slight tremor came from Sima Duran's tense shoulders. Yi Huaiyu put his arms around those shoulders, and the palms intertwined behind his back lightly covered his thin back. Sima Duran didn't struggle, which made him want to hug him tighter.
Let his own scent be imprinted on Leng Ao's stubborn body, but he understood that for the rest of his life, Sima Duran would never want to have anything to do with him again.
So the fingers that should have been full of tenderness became cold and hard, clamping tightly on the sharp lower jaw.
"Go back to your palace, do your duty, and be the Queen of Dayao for the rest of your life."
Sima Tulan turned around silently, the sharp luster in her eyes that Yi Huaiyu admired the most disappeared without a trace, and became as dim as the setting sun of winter snow. The staggering steps as she left in despair, with a feeling of dying but not yet dead, like a walking zombie, without a trace.
angry.
"Tu'er."
Yi Huaiyu couldn't help shouting, just in his heart.
The sun was so dull that it was full of dust, and the sudden west wind was so cold that there was nowhere to stay in the huge and empty palace. Sima Tulan couldn't remember how she walked back to Huanqing Palace, and the numbness in her mind made her almost forget everything.
, until I saw the jade pendant lying quietly on the dowry.
The owner of the jade pendant is no less elegant than this. He is an arrogant young man, a genius, but also gentle and loyal. If he had met her when she was not in love with Yi Huaiyu, maybe the ending would be different now?
But he will eventually return to the heavenly realm where there are no conflicts in the world.
Tiny and low sobs reached Yuzhi's ears outside the house. Yuzhi suddenly realized that she had never seen the proud and powerful Queen Dayao cry, and the cry was filled with so many sad thoughts. It was so desolate that it made people feel sad.
Broken. Because of this, Yuzhi guessed that neither the national master Shen Junfang nor the queen Sima Dalan, who had only a little hope, would not live long - Shen Junfang was really dead, and Sima Dalan had died since then.
Live and die.
The carriage that sent Shen Junfang away was wider than ordinary carriages. The soft couches and stoves inside were extremely luxurious, and the escorts were also reliable experts carefully selected by the Imperial Guard Camp.
Just like when the seventh prince Yi Chenjing left, Yi Huaiyu, as the emperor, did not appear in everyone's eyes, but Ou Suiliang's figure was a bit dazzling - the reason why Shen Junfang was forced to resign and return home. In addition to the rumors that he was with the queen or
In addition to personal affairs, there is also talk about Ou Suiliang being jealous and ostracizing talented people.
Of course, people who were involved in the incident would not believe it.
"Thank you, General, for sending me off. One of Jun Fang's greatest regrets in life is that he was not able to become a close friend with General, and had a chance to have a good chat over wine." Shen Junfang, who was half lying in the carriage, showed a clean smile, and his chapped lips twitched.
There were a few traces of blood.
Ou Suiliang shook his head and said nothing. He only patted the back of Shen Junfang's bony hand.
After today's farewell, I may not have the chance to meet this kind young man again. Ou Suiliang also regrets not being able to remind Shen Junfang in time when he was a teenager, but now it is useless no matter how much he says, all he can do is for him
Tucked in the heavy brocade quilt and waved to send him off for a long journey.
Outside the imperial city, the wind and sand were biting and painful.
The sound of the wheels gradually disappeared, and Ou Suiliang stood quietly at the place of farewell for a long time, waiting for the gatekeeper to call out. He turned back sadly, and not surprisingly saw the isolated figure of the king on the city wall.
That arrogant figure, wearing long robes, and looking old in an instant.