The autumn wind is bleak, and yellow leaves have fallen all over the ground.
Lying on the bed was a skinny, lifeless woman.
"elder sister!"
Fu Rou walked over in Jiufeng palace attire. Her bright and gorgeous outfit seemed incompatible with the dilapidated courtyard: "That maid of yours, Caiyue, scolded me for occupying the Ming family's property and taking away your identity. The Ming family's property is not
Did my sister give it to me on her own initiative? My identity as the only daughter of the War King was something my sister looked down upon and begged me to recognize!"
"She talked nonsense and was really annoying. How could she ruin our relationship as sisters? So, I had her tongue pulled out, her limbs cut off, chopped into pieces, and fed to the dogs."
Ming Wuyou, who was lying on the bed, wanted to bite her flesh and drink her blood, "You are vicious - cough cough -"
"Sister." Fu Rou called softly, and came forward to sit in front of Ming Wuyou's bed, "Do you want to see that person?"
Ming Wuyou suddenly stared at her with fierce hatred.
Fu Rou smiled softly: "He is at Daming Palace. He will be there in just a cup of tea. Sister, do you want to go?"
Ming Wuyou looked at her intently, and finally spoke in a hoarse voice: "He...is alive?"
"Of course." Fu Rou giggled, "Of course he is alive. My sister will take you to see him now."
Fu Rou gently raised her hand and ordered someone to drag Ming Wuyou out.
Ming Wuyou, whose heart was filled with stagnant water, could no longer care about the pain in his heart as his legs brushed against the ground.
She just wanted to see that person, even if it was the last time.
…
The heavy palace door made a harsh creaking sound, and sunlight fell in through the open palace door.
The entire hall was empty, and the tents were fluttering with the autumn wind.
boom.
Ming Wuyou was thrown into the main hall.
She raised her head with difficulty and saw a man in plain clothes sitting on his knees behind the bookcase in the middle of the hall.
The long period of house arrest made him lose his former glory.
Ming Wuyou gritted his teeth, used all his strength to drag his weak body, and finally moved it in front of him.
"Murong Yu——" She spoke with difficulty and held his wrist.
When she clearly felt the criss-cross scars on Murong Yu's wrists, scenes of the past flashed before her eyes, and she even choked out: "It was my fault...it was me...I'm sorry..."
Back then, she was poisoned by a strange poison and needed fire lotus stamens as medicine, but fire lotus was difficult to grow and needed human blood to water it.
It was he who used his own blood to water the fire lotus once every half a month for several years, and finally cured her of the strange poison.
He always held her in the palm of his hand, always pampered her, protected her, and loved her.
But her eyes were mesmerized and she couldn't see clearly. She knew that her heart had already fallen, but she still wanted to run away from him and hurt him again and again.
If it weren't for her, he would still be the pillar of the country and would not end up like this.
"Are you wrong?" Murong Yu murmured and finally opened his eyes to look at her, "Ming Wuyou, I told you earlier that I can give you whatever you want - if you want my life, I
Can give."
"You want thousands of miles of land in this country, and I can give it to you."
"But why did you touch Hao'er?! He is the only bloodline left by my brother! He is my last relative in this world. He is only a ten-year-old child. He is so good to you, how can you bear to do it?
?”
"I didn't!" Ming Wuyou kept shaking his head, tears streaming down his face: "It's not me!"
Murong Yu looked at her deeply, his eyes were dead water without any ripples, he clearly didn't believe it.
"In order to leave me and get revenge on me, what can't you do?" He slowly closed his eyes, "You are right, I was wrong. I thought that sincerity can make a difference, as long as I have a heart.
With enthusiasm, I can cover your heart."
"But your heart is not cold, it is a stone..."
"A stone that cannot be covered with heat——" A bitter smile appeared on the corners of Murong Yu's lips, and bright red blood stains overflowed from the corners of his lips.
Then, his nostrils, corners of his eyes, and ears began to bleed.
"Murong Yu!" Ming Wuyou sobbed: "Don't... don't die -"
She rushed forward and wiped the blood stains on his face with shaking hands, as if if the blood stains were wiped away, the man would live well.
She didn't dare to cry, as if as long as she didn't cry, nothing would have happened.
The person in front of her would raise his eyes at the next moment, look at her with his always sharp eyes, and say softly and flatteringly: "Wouyou'er, please pay attention to me."
Ming Wuyou knelt there blankly, his heart bloody and bloody.
She vaguely thought of the Ming family, her grandfather, the man in front of her who had been entangled with her for many years, and also... the years of deep love with the woman and sister behind her.
I just feel that my life has been so ridiculous.
Blood surged into her throat, and the poison in her body started to explode.
She leaned towards Murong Yu with difficulty: "You...you walk slower, wait for me..."
"Death in the same hole, such a romantic thing, how can I let my sister get her wish?" Fu Rou smiled proudly: "Drag her away."
Ming Wuyou looked at the person who was getting further and further away from him, and swore with tears: "If there is an afterlife, I will definitely... want you to crush your bones and spread your ashes!"
…
It's March and the night breeze is warm.
Lying on the bed in the dormitory of Jiangzhou Villa was a girl in green clothes.
The girl's face turned red, and she kept tugging on her clothes and whispering "hot".
A man in mysterious clothes and a high crown sat beside the bed. The particularly pleasant cold fragrance on his body attracted the girl to come closer.
"Ming Wuyou." The man murmured, a low voice that seemed to contain many suppressed emotions.
"Huh?" Ming Wuyou responded hoarsely, his pretty white hands reaching towards the man's collar, and his voice was so charming that it could make you water.
Faintly, she felt herself being picked up.
After a while——
Plop!
The cold water that suddenly entered her mouth and nose choked Ming Wuyou and coughed violently. She struggled to get out of the water and subconsciously grabbed someone's wide sleeve.
On the wide sleeves, auspicious clouds are embroidered with dark golden threads. On one side of the wide sleeves is a belt. In the middle of the belt is a rare Kunshan topaz with a carved dragon prominently displayed on it.
This is……
Ming Wuyou's eyes followed the dragon very slowly. The moment she saw that cold and familiar face, she almost forgot to breathe.
"Ayu——" Ming Wuyou blurted out.
Murong Yu's pupils shrank: "What did you say?"
Ming Wuyou stared at him blankly, completely unaware of the shock in the man's eyes. She thought this was just a flashback, a fantasy.
Wow.
Ming Wuyou stood up after his water broke and hugged the man's waist tightly, tears of excitement filling his eyes.
Murong Yuzheng was there, with a hint of disbelief in his eyes, but soon he came back to his senses, slowly but firmly held Ming Wuyou's shoulders, and pushed her away: "Presumptuous!"