The princess's mansion is located on the west side of the harem, a little far from Zhengyang Palace.
The queen's carriage was moving along a quiet and peaceful path, and the lanterns on both sides of the path could only be seen as an orange halo in the mist.
Empress Xiao lifted the curtain of the carriage and naturally entered the carriage with the moist and slightly cool mist, so even her face became a little blurry.
There was still a smile on her face - Fu Xiaoguan was dead!
Then, just face His Majesty's wrath calmly.
His Majesty has only two sons. His second son, Wu Kun, is about to die. This means there is only one crown prince left... He can't possibly give the throne to someone else. Even if he doesn't like the crown prince, the Eastern Palace will definitely be stable.
Since His Majesty controlled the Right Prime Minister's Mansion, he must have made arrangements for Zhuo Bieli long ago. He also controlled the Imperial Guards, so it was obviously impossible for him to launch an incident like the one twelve years ago. Therefore, Empress Xiao was very clear about her future fate.
She wanted to see Wu Ling'er again before being banished to the cold palace, and she wanted to tell Wu Ling'er that Fu Xiaoguan was dead.
I think Ling'er will be in pain, but this pain will be erased by time. After a year or two, she will forget Fu Xiaoguan, and then she will meet her destined lover. His Majesty may recruit that man as his consort, and Ling'er may live in this princess's mansion for the rest of her life.
There weren't many waves, but it was quiet and peaceful.
This is a woman's fate!
Thinking all the way, the carriage arrived at the princess's mansion.
The lights in the princess's mansion were still on. Empress Xiao got off the carriage and walked straight to Wu Linger's bedroom.
The lights in the bedroom were on, but the door was not closed.
She walked into the bedroom, frowned, and when a maid came out, she didn't see Wu Ling'er.
"Where has the princess gone?"
The maid had already knelt down and said in great fear, "Her Majesty, the princess has left with her female army, saying, she said... to rescue Fu Xiaoguan."
Empress Xiao's brows furrowed even more tightly, and her voice turned cold. "When did she leave?"
"Your Majesty, the princess has been gone for about half an hour."
Empress Xiao came to the desk, sat down, and saw a piece of paper on the desk.
There is a poem on the paper.
The handwriting is beautiful, but it doesn't look like Ling'er's.
She looked at the poem:
"No Desire, Leisurely Living Pear Blossom Poem"
The spring outing is grand every year during the Cold Food Festival and the pear blossom season.
The white brocade is without any pattern and is full of fragrance, and the jade trees and white flowers are piled with snow.
The night is quiet and deep, the light is hazy, and the moon is cold and bright.
The world and the sky are illuminated by the bright silver clouds.
He is just like the Immortal Gushe, with a natural and elegant appearance and a noble spirit.
Who believes in the Tao when all things are so diverse, and cannot be ranked among the flowers?
The noble spirit is pure and brilliant, the immortal talent is outstanding, and it is difficult for the lower world to distinguish.
After returning to the Jade Terrace, the cave heaven can be seen clearly.
——This was written by Fu Xiaoguan on the night of March 15th, the ninth year of the Xuanli period, at Xianqingju in Fanning City, during the Wu Dynasty, and was written by Dong Shulan.
She picked up the paper, her brows relaxed, and she read it carefully again, thinking that this illegitimate child really had real talent and knowledge. Which other young man in the world could write such words?
It’s a pity, this is probably the last poem he wrote in his short life.
No desires, the corners of her mouth curled up and a sneer appeared on her face. Who in this world can be without desires?
childish!
It's just to confuse a young girl like Ling'er who is just beginning to fall in love!
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The ones who rushed into Jinghu Villa were naturally Wu Linger and the female army she led.
Although she shouted "Stop" before entering the yard, no one stopped.
So when she rushed into the yard, all she could vaguely see were several corpses lying on the ground and weapons scattered everywhere.
Of the remaining three masters, one died under Ning Siyan's broadsword, and the other two were cut in half by You Beidou's hand sword.
Standing in the courtyard at this moment are You Beidou, Ning Siyan, and Bei Wangchuan who just landed.
They surrounded a man who was still lying on the ground with his eyes closed and blood still flowing slowly from the corner of his mouth.
Fu Xiaoguan fell into a coma. The shot he had just managed to hold on to took Zuo Xishui's life, but Gongsun's three flying knives seriously injured him. Although he was protected by the cicada clothes, the two flying knives on his body did not pierce the cicada clothes, but the powerful force of the two knives caused him severe internal injuries.
He fell unconscious after seeing Ning Siyan, and at that moment, he put the gun in his hand into his sleeve pocket.
Since Ning Siyan is here and You Beidou has knocked Duan Yunchou away, this place is basically safe.
He didn't know that there was another person coming, Bei Wangchuan. If he had known, he would never have dared to faint.
At this moment, Bei Wangchuan squatted down, his eyes fell on Zuo Xishui's forehead, where there was a small hole with blood gushing out of it.
He heard the gunshot, which was clearer than the one he heard in the border town, but different from the sound of the gunshot that hit him.
He looked up at Ning Siyan, who spread her hands and shook her head.
Wu Linger rushed in and pulled Ning Siyan away. Looking at Fu Xiaoguan lying on the ground with his eyes closed and spitting blood, her eyes suddenly turned red. "Someone, send him to the palace quickly!"
The generals on her left and right immediately lifted Fu Xiaoguan up, but were embarrassed to find that the seriously injured man was unable to ride a horse.
Wu Linger stood up and stared at Bei Wangchuan fiercely, "I will avenge him!"
She carried Fu Xiaoguan on her back and tied him to her body with a red silk silk. She jumped on the horse, and the group hurried straight to the palace.
Bei Wangchuan looked at the departing figure depressedly, thinking, I came to save him this time!
Wu Linger took the lead and walked through the quiet streets.
She walked through the clouds, and the clouds seemed to wrap around her, as if they were wearing a holy garment for her.
She ran wildly in silence, with only one thought in her mind - Fu Xiaoguan cannot die!
He is her brother, she cannot accept this news. Even if he is her brother... so what!
Her tears flowed. Was this fate?
No!
I don’t want such a fate!
If this is my fate—I will kill it!
If this is God's will, I'll just chop the sky with my sword and see!
The tears flew into the clouds and bloomed into a small flower.
The flower is crystal clear, decorating the cloud dress, making it more beautiful yet so desolate.
The war horses stepped onto Chaotian Avenue, a straight avenue leading to the imperial city. On one side of this avenue there is a seven-story tower called Chaotian Tower.
On the eaves of the third floor, there was a man standing with his hands behind his back.
He stood in the clouds, like an immortal.
He looked at Wu Ling'er, who was wearing a cloud-like dress and running on Chaotian Avenue, until Wu Ling'er's figure disappeared in the clouds. He sighed and left sadly.
He is Zhuo Donglai.
He came from the ocean.
He is going to Lanxi.
"If this is my fate... I can only accept it!"
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