"Have you known for a long time that I and Prince Jing are on the same page, so you want to use this method to frame me?" During the past few days in prison, Yao Zhenting thought about it, and he couldn't believe that Ye Zixiao would do it for a woman.
And if it wasn't Ye Zixiao who gave up the great cause of becoming emperor, then it must be Yao Mowan!
"Father really thinks highly of Mo Wan. Even if Mo Wan wanted to, he couldn't have engraved the word "Yao" on tens of thousands of weapons in such a short period of time. In fact, my father still doesn't believe that it was King Jing who set up this situation. Mo Wan
It’s not surprising at all, because in his father’s eyes, women are nothing but cheap things. Whether they are wives or daughters, in his eyes, they are just tools, either to gain power or to carry on the family line. But King Jing is different. His feelings for Duan Zirou
Withstand the test. To this day, does my father have any regrets for having fallen to this point? If his father had been willing to value women a little more, he might not have reached the point where he is now miserable." Yao Mowan's face was solemn, and her eyes were filled with ice.
"Shut up! You are just a bitch, who have the right to teach me a lesson! Everyone is going to die, and even if I die, I will not regret killing Mo Li! It's all Mo Li! It's all Mo Li who gave birth to you, a bitch!
!" Yao Zhenting roared hysterically, pointing his finger at Yao Mowan.
"The more fiercely my father scolds, the more regretful he is in his heart. As for death? Don't worry, Mo Wan has begged the emperor to spare his life. But from this moment on, my father will spend the rest of his life here with rats.
Die!" Yao Mowan's voice seemed to come from hell, and every word was a sentence for Yao Zhenting's life.
"Why didn't the emperor kill me? Why? Why didn't the emperor kill me!" Yao Zhenting looked at Yao Mowan in anger. His crime was treason. Even if he was not executed in arraignment, he would be beheaded in public. But now, the emperor actually wanted to kill me because of Yao Mowan.
He gave up the idea of killing him with Wan's words, which made Yao Zhenting furious in his heart.
"Mo Wan believes that my father really wants to die, because death will bring relief. However, Mo Wan believes that my father will never commit suicide because you are too narcissistic. In this life, all you care about is
You are the only one. Based on this, how can your father be willing to do things that hurt yourself?" Yao Mowan saw through the man in front of her, and her cold voice was full of teasing and ridicule.
"Yao Mowan. You are not my daughter, you are the devil. You are the devil." Yao Zhenting sat back in the straw slumped. He wanted to use his own death to prove that Yao Mowan was wrong, but he really couldn't bear to do it.
Close your eyes like this.
In the Huaqing Palace, Yao Suluan held the wine flask with her delicate fingers. Hongyi had come by day and night, warning her not to follow in the footsteps of Yao Zhenting. As long as he found out that she had any irregularities, he would make himself pay the price even if the fish was dead and the net was broken.
"Ye Hongyi, you fool! Yao Zhenting is just a scapegoat! Are you blind? Yes, you are blind, otherwise how could you fall in love with Yao Mowan! Fool versus fool! Haha! Okay! Okay
!" Yao Suluan poured wine into his mouth with all his strength, cursed and laughed crazily, and slapped the table hard.
The wind passed by, and the smell of sandalwood hit his nose. The next second, Yao Suluan felt his throat was dry, and then he couldn't breathe. The strong feeling of suffocation made Yao Suluan wake up suddenly.
"Prince Jing, Ye Zixiao! Damn Ye Zixiao, you actually dare to come here! You have ruined the Yao family, how can you have the face to stand in front of me now, you despicable and shameless villain!
You cowardly loser!" Yao Suluan pushed Ye Zixiao away with the strength of his drink, and his angry eyes seemed to burst out with countless sharp swords, all stabbing at Ye Zixiao's handsome face.
"Yao Suluan, why didn't you go?" Ye Zixiao looked at Yao Suluan coldly. He paid tens of thousands of weapons, and his targets were Yao Zhenting and Yao Suluan's father and daughter. But what disappointed him was that Yao Suluan never appeared in Zizhu from beginning to end.
Lin, and Yao Zhenting was not executed as early as he wished. He was unwilling to give in. Zirou lost her life, but the murderer was still alive and well!
"That's because my life shouldn't have been cut off! It shouldn't have been in the hands of a loser like you! For a woman, you didn't even want the throne! The throne! People in the world are flocking to it, and they only dream of getting it, but you are doing it for
Duan Zirou gives up! Ye Zixiao, without me, you will never be an emperor in this life!" Yao Suluan roared crazily, her eyes full of rage, her only way out, all her hopes were wiped out at this moment.
"If Zirou hadn't shared it with me, so what if I became the emperor! Yao Suluan, you father and daughter killed the love of my life, I will make you pay for your life with your life!" Ye Zixiao's eyes were full of bloodthirsty.
There was a cold light, and in the next second, the palm of his hand was already pinched on Yao Suluan's snowy neck. The force was so strong that he was forced to hang Yao Suluan in the air.
"Uh. Ye Zixiao. If you kill me, you will die as well. Uh." Yao Suluan struggled painfully, trying hard to break Ye Zixiao's hand away with both hands, but the suffocation feeling like a suffocation became stronger and stronger.
, she even smelled the breath of death.
At this moment, there was just a whooshing sound, and a sharp arrow flew past Ye Zixiao, and hit the wall next to Yao Suluan's ear. Seeing the sharp dagger coming towards him, Yao Suluan fainted immediately.
Noticing the writing paper wrapped around the dagger, Ye Zixiao immediately threw away Yao Suluan and stretched out his hand to pull the writing paper. When he saw the content on the writing paper, Ye Zixiao's bloodthirsty eyes suddenly brightened up, and he immediately jumped out of the house.
Qing Palace.
The purple bamboo forest is silent late at night. Occasionally, the wind makes a rustling sound, accompanied by the swaying of the bamboo leaves, and a beautiful sound of the piano, as clear and cold as spring water, sounds leisurely and permeates the bamboo forest.
Under the moonlight, Duan Zirou was dressed in white and sat in front of the white jade guqin. Her slender and tender jade fingers stroked the strings, and the music rippled leisurely, bringing her sadness at the moment, making the listener feel sad.
On that day, she stayed with full confidence. She believed that Ye Zixiao would definitely appear. They had experienced too many unforgettable experiences and too much dependence on life and death, so as long as Ye Zixiao knew that she was here, she would definitely come.
Looking for her, but as the days passed, Duan Zirou's initial expectations and expectations gradually faded away, leaving only sadness and sighs. At this moment, Duan Zirou's heart was like the sound of the piano, filled with resentment.
"Zirou." The mellow voice revealed a tremor that could not be concealed. Ye Zixiao walked towards Xiaozhu step by step. Under the moonlight, her eyes were overflowing with tears.
Her heart suddenly shook, Duan Zirou touched the strings with her bare hands, and the melodious sound of the piano suddenly stopped, but she did not dare to raise her eyes, she was afraid that everything was just her auditory hallucination, and she was afraid of being disappointed again.
Until she smelled that familiar smell, that smell that only belonged to Ye Zixiao, Duan Zirou suddenly raised her eyes, and her tears rolled down like broken beads.
Relatively speechless, with only a thousand tears, Duan Zirou looked at the man standing in front of him with tearful eyes, and the hand on the strings of the piano was trembling.
"Zirou, how long has it been since you played this song for me? Zixiao wants to hear it." Ye Zixiao slowly sat opposite Duan Zirou, her narrow eyes full of tenderness, but her heart seemed to be excited.
He was about to burst out of his chest. He was glad that God had not taken Zi Rou away. The feeling of regaining something made Ye Zixiao understand that what he valued most in this world was not the high dragon chair, but the beauty in front of him, his life.
The only woman I love deeply, Duan Zirou.
The sound of the piano resumed, rippling throughout the forest with incomparable joy. The moonlight was hazy like gauze. This feeling and scene were inexplicably touching.
The song ended and the crowd was still there. Duan Zirou leaned in Ye Zixiao's arms, tears falling down her cheeks.
"Zi Xiao, thank you for showing up. Thank you." No matter what happened in the future, Duan Zirou was relieved by Ye Zixiao's appearance at this moment. She had never chosen the wrong person in her life.
"Those killers were sent by Yao Zhenting and Yao Suluan. I have already made them pay for my husband. Zirou, please don't leave me again, okay?" Ye Zixiao hugged Duan Zirou tightly, as if she wanted to crush her into pieces and carry her into him.