Ye Ruochen will never forget the scene where Ye Liyuan lost his soul.
He held her clothes and stroked her gently, as if he was touching that beautiful person, but his eyes were as silent as life.
Ye Ruochen knew that his heart was dead.
As usual, he roared and said to him: "Ye Liyuan, I still said what I said that day, if you have even the slightest thought of wanting to die, I will definitely not be kind to this world."
Ye Liyuan didn't even raise his head, still stroking Bai Qiqian's clothes, feeling heartbroken.
Ye Ruochen stretched out his hand to grab the clothes.
Ye Liyuan stood up coldly, with strong killing intent exuding from his body: "Qianqian is mine, no one can take her away."
A sneer appeared on Ye Ruochen's handsome face: "She is you, and no one can take her away. Even if I tried every means to take her away from you. However, she worked hard to save her.
She wanted to come back to you. But you sent her away with your own hands!"
He personally sent away the woman he loved most.
Ye Liyuan's eyes were dead. At the beginning, he was really just angry with her. He didn't want to die. He never wanted to take her life.
He knew that Ziyuan was her caring maid, so when Su Wanliang scolded Ziyuan, he sent someone to take Ziyuan down. He only nursed her injuries and did not execute Ziyuan. At that time, he only wanted to say those words to her.
Just make her angry.
Why, why doesn't she understand?
Ye Ruochen sighed: "Li Yuan, Su Wanliang will be executed this afternoon. I don't think Fuyao wants you to miss this scene."
Two months after Bai Qiqian jumped into the Cave of Ten Thousand Snakes, Hongfu, who had been dead for a long time, appeared in the palace and told Ye Liyuan everything about Su Wanliang, and was then sent away by Ye Liyuan.
Su Wanliang's identity was confirmed, she was Mrs. Qiu Jin from Prince Yuan's mansion.
Mrs. Qiu Jin is proud of her poison skills and is good at pricking acupuncture points on her face with silver needles.
When she ordered Hong Fu to be beaten to death with random sticks, Hong Fu sealed his heart veins with silver needles when he was in danger.
Later, he was discovered by Bai Qiqian.
After that, Cui Yanlin's wife, Qu'er, buried her, and later, Hongfu was rescued by people from the Moon Palace. However, Hongfu has been sleeping since then. There is no way to tell the whole story about Su Wanliang.
Later, Bai Qiqian wrote a letter and invited Yun Yizi, the national advisor of the Split Zhang Kingdom, to come to the Jinhui Dynasty to treat Hong Fu.
But when Hong Fu woke up, Bai Qiqian had already jumped into the Ten Thousand Snake Cave.
The truth has been revealed, but the beauty has passed away.
On the day of Su Wanliang's execution, people gathered around him because the prisoner was a beautiful concubine in the palace.
Of course, this execution was also the most exciting one in history, because the executioner was a black man who made all death row inmates famous.
Ling Chi was executed, but the people around her didn't know what kind of mistake the imperial concubine had made, so that she should be punished like this.
Heisha always likes to challenge the difficulty. This time, I don’t know how many swords this beauty can bear.
He started with the eyebrows and cut them off one by one. The sound of skin and flesh being peeled off was the most beautiful music to him.
To Heisha's surprise, the woman endured the pain and remained silent.
In her hand, she held a piece of white snow brocade handkerchief, with a little bit of blood dripping on the handkerchief. The handkerchief was embroidered with proudly blooming chrysanthemums with light yellow silk thread, which was elegant and solemn, giving people a sense of tranquility and peace.
In the crowd, a thin figure looked at the woman who was being tortured, with a hint of desolation in his eyes.
She saw that the brocade handkerchief was the one she had embroidered for Qiu Jin.
At this time, her face was dripping with blood and she was already disfigured. All her emotions were covered up by that bloody face.
She closed her eyes, with a strange sense of tranquility, as if she was fast asleep.
At the end of life, the so-called love and hate probably end together.
Yunran's face turned pale, and she was heartbroken when she saw her Lingchi scene. The man beside her held her hand, and the warmth of his palm brought her a little comfort.
After a long time, Qingya took action, and a plum blossom dart in his hand hit the center of his eyebrow.
Su Wanliang's body slowly fell down. Before he died, he opened his eyes slightly, as if looking for someone in the crowd.
Ye Liyuan watched all this and slowly closed his eyes, Qianqian, if this is the ending you want to see, then are you happy?
Ziyuan collected Qiu Jin's ashes and put them into a jade bottle. Finally, she took it to the Moon Palace and handed the bottle to Yunran. Yunran held the bottle and thought about it for a long time, and finally walked to the river.
The gray-white ashes spread in the water and were scattered by the water.
She stood quietly by the river, with the river wind blowing from top to bottom, still carrying a mournful cry.
Afterwards, Yunran went to the palace. At that time, the weather was still good, the sun was shining brightly, it was less dazzling and more gentle.
Ye Liyuan sat tiredly on the stone bench and looked dejectedly at Fangfei Hall. The beautiful scenery in his eyes seemed to have faded away and turned into a withered color.
Yunran stepped forward and punched Ye Liyuan in the face.
Ye Liyuan stopped Shadow from coming forward, and then looked at Yunran quietly, with no trace of anger in his eyes.
After all, Bai Qiqian died because of him. The pain in his heart was actually worse than that of Yun Ran, especially the emotions of self-blame and regret that accompanied him all the time.
Sometimes, even I hate myself.
He obviously couldn't let her go, so why did he do things that hurt her again and again?
In the end, she was forced to death, her heart was wrenched in pain, and she was in pain.
Yun Ran looked at Ye Liyuan blankly, but did not make any move, and said slowly: "Ye Liyuan, I really want to kill you, but if Fuyao knew about it, she would definitely be sad. Now that the fate is over, what else can you do?
I hope you will stay in the country and become a wise king."
The fate was over, Ye Liyuan felt a stab in his heart when he heard her say this word.
Yunran turned around and walked a few steps without looking back, but his voice was faint: "Ye Liyuan, I don't know what she did to make you force her to jump into the Ten Thousand Snake Cave. But, I want to tell you
You, Qiu Jin, and I have been having troubles for a long time. At the beginning, I was the one who administered the medicine, and Fuyao didn't know about it."
Although she had guessed it in her heart, it was confirmed from her mouth at this moment that the pain in her heart spread.
That day, she was so sad and desperate that she used words to anger him and just wanted to die.
Yunran left alone, and Fangfei Hall returned to its previous silence. The surrounding trees showed desolation and desolation.
In the huge palace, he suddenly felt so lonely.
In late autumn, Ye Liyuan dismissed the entire harem and lived alone in Fangfei Hall. The ministers of the court criticized this and quoted classics, saying that it was unseemly to have no concubines in the harem, and the dignity and face of the royal family would be completely lost.
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Ye Liyuan sneered and asked the courtier angrily: "Does the face and dignity of the entire Jinhui Dynasty depend on women?"
The officials were speechless.
Later, in the Jinluan Hall, Ye Liyuan's side concubine Yao Fei followed, holding her spiritual tablet in her hand, and went through the entire ceremony.
There are still ministers who keep writing letters, hoping that Ye Liyuan can recruit more concubines and spread the branches of the royal family, so that no one will inherit the throne a hundred years later.
Time passes slowly, and after late autumn, it is winter again.
Ye Liyuan's cough worsened, and he became more and more haggard.
At dusk, fine snowflakes began to drift in the sky.
Ye Liyuan suddenly recalled the scene where she and Yun Ran were cooking wine and discussing heroes. So, he asked someone to set up a stove in Fangfei Hall, and one person heated the wine and drank it slowly.
Raise a cup to invite the bright moon and drink together as three people. Tonight, there is no moon, there are plum blossoms and snow, just like his sorrow.
Outside the window lattice, fine snow was falling, and the light and light loneliness slowly grew in his heart. The pale jade face was so thrilling in the wind and snow, and the lips were condensed into a purple color, with a little sadness.
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The cold wind blows, and snowflakes come to face, mixed with the quiet fragrance of plum blossoms.
Ye Liyuan sighed silently, picked up the wine glass in his hand, and drank the wine in one gulp: "Qianqian..."
There was a faint sound coming from the end of the nose, quiet and charming, light and faint, as if it added a bit of coolness. Just like that person's temperament, Aoxue Hanmei, Ye Liyuan felt a little lost.
With a pale face and a jade-like face, he seemed to be in a trance. In the hazy moment, he seemed to see a person walking towards him.
Ye Liyuan was lost for a moment, rubbed his eyes, but found nothing.
The night became increasingly blurry. After a while, he lowered his head, leaned on the stone table, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
The next day, Ye Liyuan woke up and found himself lying on the bed.
Ye Liyuan smiled bitterly, it was probably the shadow that brought him in. He stood up and walked back. The decorations from last night were still the same. The fire in the furnace was not extinguished. He sighed and walked over, and suddenly saw a trace of residue on the edge of the wine glass.
red.
Ye Liyuan opened his eyes in disbelief, and the scene from last night suddenly appeared in his mind.
He remembered what that man had said, it would be better to forget each other in the world than to let each other know each other.
Qianqian, if you are in the Jianghu, then I will go to the Jianghu to look for you. If I can't find you in this life, it is better to be buried in the Jianghu.
Ye Liyuan left the palace casually after leaving an imperial edict.
A woman wearing purple clothes stood on the roof, watching him leave, with a smile on her lips.
Next to the woman in purple stood a woman as cold as a lotus. She pursed her lips tightly. After a while, she said quietly: "Ziyuan, why did you reveal her news to Ye Liyuan so early?"
Ziyuan smiled sweetly: "Master, if he can be with her, wouldn't this be the best ending?"
His cold eyes touched the figure that was gradually moving away. After a long time, he opened his lips and said, "It's good that he can be with her."
It is very good for all lovers in the world to finally get married.
Just like that man, he finally got his happiness. With Wu Lian, he should be happy.
Leng Yan suddenly smiled and his face was extremely youthful.