The main hall was dark, with not a trace of sunlight coming in.
And Dongliu seemed to have not seen the sun for a long time. He walked out slowly, and it happened that the sun came out today. He felt the warmth of the sun, but his face was still as cold as a thousand years of ice. He frowned, like this
The warmth reminded him of that gentle face.
Furong...that woman...
He turned around and walked towards a small building.
It was just that the small building seemed uninhabited and looked so desolate. Dongliu frowned. When the people guarding the door saw Dongliu, they quickly knelt down and saluted.
Dongliu also walked in without looking at them.
There is only one wing in the small building, which is supported by pillars, but it is several meters high from the ground and has no stairs. This is to prevent people who do not know martial arts from escaping.
For example, hibiscus.
Dongliu jumped up easily. On the corridor, he seemed to hear the sound of a piano being tuned. He stood outside and did not move any further.
The person inside seemed to sigh and felt that the strings were tuned, so he plucked the strings.
However, it was an extremely sad piece of music with a crisp sound, but it made Dongliu extremely unhappy. He pushed the door open without hesitation.
Fu Rong, who was sitting at the table, did not raise her head. She thought she was the maid delivering food.
"The song should be more cheerful, just like before." Dongliu said softly.
The strings broke in response.
Furong's face instantly turned pale. She slowly raised her head and saw Dongliu. His resolute face was devoid of any emotion. She sat up straight, put her hand down and said, "The strings have been broken."
"I have searched for many guqins for you." Dongliu sat down and saw Furong again. Her face remained the same, but she was a little haggard, and her eyes were not as lively as before.
People who are imprisoned here can only stay in this small room of a few feet every day, how can they still be energetic?
Dongliu's heart sank. If Furong had been more obedient, he wouldn't have done this.
"Yeah..." Fu Rong recalled, with a smile on her lips, but with a hint of desolation, "But this is what happened in the past. I don't want to play the piano anymore in my life."
She spoke so naturally, as if she was talking about something that didn't matter.
She used to be Miss Rong of Yin Yue Palace. Although she had no real power, people here respected her. Some people also rumored that Dongliu was so kind to her, so he must have fallen in love with her and would definitely marry her.
But this is just a rumor, and it is just a rumor after all.
But she was imprisoned at this time and had not been outside for a long time. She had almost forgotten the scenery outside. She didn't know how long Dongliu would imprison her.
With such a difficult life, it would be better to die.
"No more playing the piano?" Dongliu snorted coldly, staring at Fu Rong coldly, his eyes sweeping over her hands, "Then why do you still have those hands of yours?"
Furong was stunned for a moment. She almost couldn't react when she heard such heartless words.
She pursed her lips and smiled, spreading her hands: "Yes, I might as well die too."
"Fu Rong." Dongliu's eyes condensed with cold light, seeming to coat everything around him with a layer of frost.
Furong followed the sound and saw Dongliu sitting there with an expression on his face, his expression never wavering in the slightest.
"Do you want to see your brother one last time?"
It was as if something exploded in her chest. Her pupils tightened and she stared at Dongliu closely. She clenched her hands tightly and dug her nails into her palms. She didn't even know the pain.
"How dare you?!" Furong suddenly stood up, her gentle face becoming fierce at this time.
Dongliu glanced at Furong calmly, and said calmly: "What do I dare? You should know what kind of martial arts your brother has practiced, and his own life has been involved. Even if I don't do it, he won't live for a few years.
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Fu Rong's face was gray, and she slowly fell down on the table. Suddenly she felt weak all over her body. She trembled for a while, but then she looked into Dongliu's eyes and said, "Then what are you planning to do?"
"Seize the world." Dongliu said only three words.
The color on Fu Rong's lips also faded instantly. She was not surprised at all by what Dong Liu said, but she thought Dong Liu had always been interested in martial arts. How could she have known that he was so ambitious!
Dongliu curled up his lips, gave a rare smile, and said: "Fu Rong, when the time comes, I will let you... I will give you the best. You will still be a princess, with a distinguished status."
"I don't need it." Fleur refused coldly.
Dongliu is so fickle, she is already elusive.
Although his temperament was indifferent before, he was also gentle towards her, which made her once think that he loved her.
But Dongliu is becoming more and more ruthless now, and even imprisons her here. She feels that this is not the real Dongliu!
"You don't need it?" Dongliu asked back, "How many people want it, but you don't want it?"
Seeing that she didn't answer, Dongliu came over, squatted down in front of her, and stared into her watery eyes.
There seemed to be a glimmer of light in his eyes, and he said softly: "Fu Rong, the world will be divided if it is united for a long time, and it will unite if it is divided for a long time. Now is the time for unification. Why don't you support me? It's your brother who is helping me now. His
I will suppress the cold for him. If he really can't hold it anymore, then I will also bury him in a grand ceremony. Tell me, isn't this bad?"
"Although it is now divided into two countries and many small countries, the people can still live and work in peace and contentment. If you want to provoke a war, how many casualties will there be?" Furong said urgently, "Dongliu and Yinyue Palace are just a sect in the martial arts world. You
How can you be the king?"
"Of course there are sacrifices, such as Su Dai." Dongliu sighed vaguely, not sure if it was because of emotion, "Wen Yanfu, who said that people in the martial arts world cannot be kings?"
Furong was shocked when she heard Dongliu directly address her by her first name, but when she heard the two words Su Dai, her body trembled even more.
She raised her head, a little disbelieving: "What did you say? Su Dai?"
"Lingyan said that she killed Su Dai, but whether it really happened, I still..."
Before Dongliu finished speaking, Furong swung her palm over, leaving a red mark on Dongliu's face.
That crisp sound and the heavy breathing were unsettling.
Dongliu could have escaped, but he didn't. Only then did Furong realize what a stupid thing she had done, but she had lost her sense at this time!
"You are so cruel! You actually let Shangguan Lingyan kill Su Dai!" Furong was locked up here, so she didn't know the news outside.
With Wen Yimo's temperament, he wouldn't accept it so easily.
Dongliu's expression changed slightly and he said, "She hindered me."