Don't ask where people go

Chapter 461
Seeing that a play was about to end, Ji Ningtian remained indifferent until Huanyan sang the last line, he raised his hand and patted it lightly, "Team Master Huanyan sang very well in this play, but it's just a bit unlucky for today."

Huanyan bowed in a neither humble nor overbearing way, but before she could open her mouth, she heard a deep voice say: "Master Huanyan, the nine-petal flower is a well-known evil flower, it has the effect of leaving the soul, and it must be used with caution."

Hearing the sound, Fang Zilan couldn't help looking at the speaker, only to see Wen Ya appearing behind the crowd at some point, standing by the door with a pale expression.

"Nine-petaled flower?" "Isn't that an evil thing from the past?" "Yeah, why would someone in our capital use nine-petaled flowers?"...

For a while, the guests present were talking about it, and soon some people suggested that the reason why Qingchao Ban's play is so moving is because of the effect of the nine-petaled flower.But none of them knew what the nine-petal flower was, so they pointed at Huanyan again.

"Master Huanyan has a nine-petal flower on her body." Awan leaned close to Fang Zilan's ear and whispered, "But the amount is very small. If Master hadn't reminded me, it would be hard for me to notice it from such a distance."

"It's hard for you to notice, how can the people present be affected?" Fang Zilan's expression turned cold, but he heard the happy face on the stage suddenly laugh, "Evil flower? Mr. Wen, do you still remember where the nine-petal flower came from?" ?"

As soon as this statement came out, the whole house was shocked. Huan Yan, the head teacher of the Qing Dynasty class, and Ling Wen Ya from Taiyuan Hospital were actually old acquaintances?Everyone couldn't sit still. How many secrets are hidden behind today's big wedding?

"Master Huanyan..." As soon as Wen Yafu opened his mouth, Huanyan cut him off, "Nine-petaled flowers were originally used by the royal family to control Huan's daughters, and they are no different from those dirty things used in Huajie Liuxiang Mr. Wen, am I right?"

Wen Ya remained silent, smiled happily, and said word by word: "The so-called effect of the nine-petal flower is all thanks to the Su family and Mr. Wen, but I don't know if the descendants of the Su family still know it. Do you dare to admit it, sir?"

There was a descendant of the Su family in the room, who immediately jumped up and said: "Stop talking nonsense, ruining the reputation of my Su family!"

"Whether it's true or not, Mr. Su Bo will know when he goes back." Before Huan Yan finished speaking, the speaker just now panicked, "How do you know me..."

"Come on, class leader Huan Yan of the Qing Dynasty used the forbidden nine-petal flower to mess with people's minds and plot wrongdoing. Arrest her." Ji Ningtian finally spoke, and the guards outside the hall rushed forward.

Seeing a flash of silver light, Huanyan pulled out a soft sword from his waist to protect his body, "Since I came today, I have no plan to go back. Ji Ningtian, if the former concubine Shu was not a fake, how could you have survived to this day? "

She called her name directly, and the guards dared not go up because of the overwhelming momentum around her, and stopped under the stage, watching her take off the tulle from her face.

The moment the tulle slipped, everyone gasped. Unlike the rumored beauty, Huanyan's face was scratched, and the scars on her face were indescribably ferocious.

"Huanyan, the former daughter of the Huan clan, was fortunate to be named by Mrs. Qinji, the concubine of Pingnan, for her life. She has only survived for three things." Huanyan said, pointing at Ji Ningtian with a soft sword in her hand, "First, kill the former Concubine Shu The mother and son avenged Mrs. Qin Ji; second, tell all Huan's daughters in the world to live for themselves from now on; third, announce the truth to the public, so as to comfort the spirits of the dead and comfort the hearts of the living."

When she said the last two sentences, she looked at Fang Zilan's table.Feeling her gaze, Fang Zilan was a little dazed, unable to tell whether she was speaking to herself or someone else.

"Bewitching words to confuse people." Ji Ning Tianhan said: "If according to what you said, Mrs. Qin Ji was killed by my mother and son, then why did Princess Wuqing and I live in peace for many years, and even married me today? ?”

"Ji Ningtian, what you did to the princess, you and I know very well, she will not be deceived by you forever." Huanyan looked at Ji Ningtian fixedly, his pupils trembled suddenly.

The steward at the side saw that the situation was not good, and shouted: "What are you doing in a daze, why don't you take down this demon girl?"

The guards took a step forward as if waking up from a dream, only to see that the soft sword in Huanyan's hand turned around and rested on his neck, "Ji Ningtian, I am soft-spoken, I can neither kill you nor destroy you. But I am willing to use my life in exchange for the suspicion and guard against you of the people of today."

After she finished speaking, she resolutely wiped her neck and killed herself on the stage.The blood splashed on the stage, dyed her plain clothes red, and dripped down the front steps of the hall.

The sudden change made everyone dumbfounded, only the members of the Qingchao class lowered their eyes and choked up, crying uncontrollably.

Fang Zilan let out a long sigh, Huanyan had planned it long ago, everyone in Qingchao's class knew about it, but no one stopped her.With such a will to die, risking her life at the price, she still suspects that she and Ji Ningtian are in cahoots, what a villain's heart.

Awan's nose was sore, and she subconsciously reached out to grab the person next to her, only to realize that Cong Rong had disappeared at some point, "Where is Sister Cong?"

Cong Rong leaned against the corridor pillar with her back to the hall, her face turned pale, and her hands were tightly twisted together, showing red marks.

As a daughter of the Huan family, she not only knows Huanyan, but also admires her, especially when she heard that she founded the Qing Dynasty class to live and live, she was very envious.

Huanyan is everything she longs for, but she will never be able to become Huanyan.For the sake of the so-called grace of saving lives and giving names, do you not care about anything?
Without a name and without a purpose, at least he can survive.Since Huan's daughter was originally a plaything to please people, what does it matter about the past and present, and which dynasty to celebrate?
Why, must it be today?

"Aren't you going to see her off?" Wen Ya's voice suddenly sounded, as gentle as ever, but it inexplicably annoyed Cong Rong, "Differences are different, and since I have seen her for the last time, I have nothing to give away." gone."

Hearing this, Wen Ya hesitated for a moment before whispering: "Before she died, she said that she wants you to live for yourself."

"Live for yourself?" Cong Rong snorted softly as if disdainful, "When will such deceitful words deceive us lonely souls and wild ghosts?"

She turned her head and stared closely at Wen Ya's eyes, "Wen Ya, ask yourself, do you believe this kind of statement? We..." She bit her lip violently as she spoke, and stopped the rest of her words.

"Living for myself, I don't dare to think about it in this life. But..." Wen Ya paused, and the expression on his face suddenly softened, "Even if I gamble everything, I will let Awan live for myself .”

"It's really a master-student relationship." Cong Rong showed a sneer, "It's a pity." She said with a sigh of relief, "I should go back, it's been too long and Fang Zilan and your good apprentice will become suspicious. "

Wen Ya watched Cong Rong walk away slowly, as if trying to escape from something.However, she couldn't escape in the end. Looking at the happy face of the blood-stained man on the stage, she covered her mouth and cried, the tears couldn't stop falling, blurring her vision.

The longing she once had was now lifeless.Perhaps, there shouldn't be any delusions from the beginning.It's good enough to live.

　Huan Yan, the class leader of the Qing Dynasty, martyred herself. Cong Rong, daughter of Huan's family: Fool...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)