Chapter 242: Why Don’t You Want to Be My Concubine?
Tong'er just stared at her and bowed slowly: "Thank you, Miss Zhao, for sending me this gift... I hope you and I will never see each other again in this life!"
She turned around and left decisively.
Zhao Jinghong wanted to reach out to hold her back, but Tong'er's sleeves slipped from her palm.
Tong'er walked so fast, her pear-white cloak fluttering in the cold wind of midwinter, like petals that she could never hold in her life.
Zhao Jinghong stood there blankly.
She watched the ship go away in the night, thinking of their past events over the years, and suddenly chased her like crazy: "Tong'er!"
She was so scared that she would never see her again in this life.
The willows are swaying and the reeds are rustling.
It was obviously going upstream, but the dark boat was moving very fast.
The black sail disappeared into the vast white mist.
Only a vague bright moon remained on the water, mocking her jealousy and loneliness.
After all, she didn't have time to say her apology.
"The lone sail is far away, and the river is still surging. The only thing that has not changed is the bright moon that shines alone on the mountains and rivers..."
Looking at the night in Shangyuan, the city is full of lights.
Zhao Jinghong rested on Nan Baoyi's lap, and two lines of clear tears fell from Xingzi's eyes: "Is the bright moon I see still the bright moon from back then? But why do I only see the bright moon, but not Tong'er from back then?" ?”
Tears wet the dancer's mask in Nan Baoyi's hand.
Zhao Jinghong's lips were pale and he stared at the moon.
"I'm sorry... I made a promise to you that we would be the most important person to each other in this life, but in the end I became a snitch and harmed you cruelly... I'm sorry..."
The light in her pupils gradually dimmed, and she quietly stopped breathing.
Nan Baoyi's expression was complicated.
She lowered her head and stared at the dancer's mask. The mask was stained with green rust due to tears, which was due to the poisonous powder applied on it.
Zhao Jinghong wore a mask and danced all the way, and unknowingly inhaled too much toxin, so he was poisoned and died without the murderer appearing.
And this mask is very old.
If she guessed correctly, it should be the one worn by the emperor's sister-in-law back then.
Zhao Jinghong loved the emperor's sister-in-law, so he chose this one among so many masks.
Maybe she knew the mask was poisonous, or maybe she wanted to atone for her sins, so she put it on guiltily.
She chose to die on the same road that the emperor's sister-in-law walked on back then. What accompanied her was not the city scenery, but the bright and lonely moonlight as before...
She was still in a daze, but Shen Yijue appeared without knowing when and pulled her up.
His face was very ugly: "Are you out of breath?"
Zhao Jinghong is the eldest daughter who was cultivated by the Zhao family with all their efforts, and is destined to be the future queen.
He died like this, how to explain to the Zhao family...
Nan Baoyi held the dancer's mask and shook her head with complicated emotions.
Shen Yijue let go of his hand and was about to order the Jinwu Guards to find the murderer when the stopped parade suddenly erupted into strange screams and roars.
The actors seemed to have changed their faces,
He put aside his laughter and curses, resolutely pulled out his hidden weapon, and shouted in a heavy and solemn tone:
"Shen Jiang is unruly and harms loyal ministers! We will uphold justice for heaven and kill the Demon Queen!"
"Brothers, go find the dragon boat where Shen Jiang is!"
On the Lantern Festival, the emperor and the people had fun together.
They would take a dragon boat ride down the Bahe River and enjoy the bustle of the imperial city.
Unexpectedly, this parade of tens of thousands of actors was actually assassins in disguise!
In addition, the common people were also wearing animal masks and grimaces, so it was impossible to tell who was the assassin and who was the innocent civilian!
Shen Yi never had time to mobilize the Jinwu Guards to stop the escort. They were already roaring towards the Bahe River!
Shen Yijue's face was as gloomy as water.
He clenched his long sword and killed an assassin mercilessly. He looked coldly at Xiang Nan Baoyi and said, "Go to the city gate to mobilize the Jinwu guards. You must rush to Bahe to rescue him!"
Nan Baoyi seemed not to hear his order and stood motionless holding the mask.
The dark red phoenix eyes flashed with dark light, and she murmured: "Zui Huayin's will-o'-the-wisps and blood books, the dancer's mask from back then, the children from poor families make trouble every year..."
A hidden thread quietly connects all the clues.
The girl raised her eyelashes and a strange smile appeared on her beautiful face: "I know who is the murderer behind the scenes!"
Before Shen Yijue could scold her, she turned around and ran towards Bahe River.
Shen Yijue's hands were shaking with anger.
Nan Baoyi is really unreliable at all!
Just at this moment, a strange explosion suddenly sounded in the lively and chaotic streets!
Countless vendors at the end of the street were blown up, and gorgeous fireworks shot into the sky, lighting up half the night sky!
Explosions went off one after another.
Houses were destroyed, teahouses and taverns collapsed one after another, and the people who were originally reveling were killed and injured numerously!
Shen Yijue did not hesitate, he went straight to the tall building with his Qinggong skills, and said to the confused Shen family: "There is something wrong on the street, go home and take refuge!"
Wei Chuchu was so panicked that she quickly left the restaurant with Shen Dazai and his wife, escorted by the maids and servants.
Shen Yichao put down his wine cup.
He dusted off his snow-white sleeves and said calmly: "My aunt has long expected that there will be no peace tonight, and she once asked me to make a divination. Now the contents of the divination have come true one by one. Brother, I have to go to my aunt. Around. It will be interesting to think about the upcoming confrontation."
Shen Yijue did not stop him.
Shen Yichao got up and went downstairs. He looked back at Han Yanliang and stopped talking.
After a long time, he asked: "It must be safe over there with my aunt. Do you want to come with me? Or should you go back to Shen's Mansion with Chu Chu and the others to take refuge? Your martial arts are now useless, so you must be careful."
"I don't have to worry about you, young man." Han Yanliang leaned against Shen Yijue's side, like a charming yet poisonous poppy, "I just want to stay by the general's side. The general has great martial arts, so he will be able to protect him well." It's me?"
Shen Yijue's face was expressionless, but there was an imperceptible tenderness in his eyebrows.
He said calmly: "My side is naturally the safest."
Han Yanliangjiao laughed out loud and glanced at Shen Yichao charmingly: "Young Master, did you hear that?"
Shen Yichao's hands wrapped in his wide sleeves tightened unconsciously.
His face was cold and ugly, he turned around and left without saying a word.
Han Yanliang laughed sarcastically.
After finally laughing enough, she said: "General, let's go downstairs too? The streets are full of turmoil, and there will be an explosion here at any time. People are so scared."
But Shen Yijue remained motionless.
Han Yanliang tilted his head and reached out to touch the corners of his sleeves: "General?"
Shen Yijue suddenly held her hand tightly.
The hands of beauty are weak and boneless.
Once you hold it, you don't want to let go.
He turned around and pressed her against the window.
Outside the window, the city was facing the flames. Houses collapsed and towers collapsed. People were in chaos running around screaming in fear. Tens of thousands of lanterns turned into black ashes.
Shen Yijue stared at Han Yanliang, and the noise around him seemed no longer important.
The girl who was imprisoned in her arms had slightly raised almond-shaped eyes and passionate eyes.
But her pupils were darker than ashes, a color he couldn't read.
The restaurant is crumbling.
He said solemnly: "Why don't you want to be my concubine?"
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You will never guess who threw the bomb. The first one to guess (apprentice and above) please come to me to receive a small red envelope of 8 yuan and 8 yuan.
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