After a long time, Shangguan Feng'er looked away, shook her head slightly, frowned and turned to look at Mu Sheng, who was still looking at the disappearing figure. After about a few seconds, she returned to the front hall.
Then Mu Sheng also came out of the inner room. When he came to Shangguan Feng'er, he pulled the sword out of the scabbard and pointed the hilt at Shangguan Feng'er. "My Majesty, this subordinate deserves to die. Please grant me a death."
Shangguan Feng'er couldn't help but shudder as she looked at the coldly gleaming blade of the sword. Her beautiful eyes held hatred, and she wished she could cut Mu Sheng kneeling at her heels into pieces with a thousand knives. However, what's the use of killing him? Besides, Yuan'er begged before
How could she break her promise if she had spared him?
After all, she didn't do anything to Mu Sheng, she just closed her beautiful eyes coldly and said indifferently, "Go away, don't show up in front of her again." In this way, maybe she won't hurt Yuan'er anymore, and Yuan'er won't have to look at her anymore.
Until you feel sad.
Mu Sheng saw that Shangguan Feng'er had no intention of punishing him. When he thought of the loneliness and despair that Yuan'er had just left, he resented himself even more. He held the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands and pointed it at his heart, and said calmly, "Belong to
I know that I deserve death and am willing to commit suicide." After saying that, he stabbed hard at the heart, but his hands trembled because of Shangguan Feng'er's words, "You are punishing her, not yourself."
However, the words were not as fast as his hands. The next moment, one third of the sword was pierced into his chest, and blood kept pouring out. Fortunately, the trembling just now caused the sword to deviate from his heart. Mu Sheng looked at Shangguan without changing his expression.
Feng'er, smiled bitterly.
"Do you think your death is considered as atonement? You are wrong," Shangguan Feng'er gritted her teeth, clenched her hands tightly, and dug her nails deeply into her flesh, but she didn't know it. She held back the anger and anger in her heart.
Sad, cold words, "Have you ever thought about how selfish you are to do this? You thought it would be over once you died, but the only person who will be sad after your death is her, and it will make her feel that your death is hers."
It will increase her sense of guilt and how you want her to go on in the future."
Mu Sheng smiled sadly, turned around, and pulled out the sword. Blood sprayed onto the tables and chairs on one side, dyeing the huanghuali tables and chairs bright red, as if they were sprinkled with red plum petals.
"Let's go." Shangguan Feng'er said lightly, stood up, and walked out of the palace. He looked up at the sky, which seemed much darker than before. He thought it was going to snow again, maybe another heavy snow.
She sighed deeply, lifted her skirt and walked towards her room. Halfway there, heavy snow fell from the sky, and large pure white snowflakes fell on her hair, shoulders, and Fengqigong.
Every flower, every tree, every grass and tree.
At this time, a palace official came hurriedly from the courtyard where her room was located. Seeing Shangguan Feng'er, he quickly called out, "Your Majesty, it's not good."
Shangguan Feng'er frowned and asked unhappily, "What's the matter?" His heart skipped a beat: Could it be that something happened to Yuan'er.
"Sister Yuan'er, for some reason, she has been kneeling at the door of the mother-in-law's room." The palace lady panted slightly.
"It's just such a small matter, how can it be so urgent?" Shangguan Feng'er was angry: the palace lady's expression just now made her mistakenly think that something had happened to Yuan'er. After hearing about it, she realized that it was just such a small matter, and she felt
I can't help but be angry at this palace man who can't keep his temper.
The palace servant was scolded by Shangguan Feng'er and felt aggrieved. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, "This slave deserves to die, this slave deserves to die."
When Shangguan Feng'er saw the palace people like this, her anger subsided, "Forget it, get up." After saying that, he walked towards the small courtyard, and sure enough he saw Yuan'er kneeling on the ground, her body already covered with a thick layer of snow-white.
, covering up the original dark green color, her petite body was trembling constantly, and there were several palace ladies beside her who were comforting her.