Crown Princess, she can catch ghosts

Chapter 43 The Princess' Cause of Death
Two hours before Narentoya's accident...

Yesterday Aoyun had important matters to discuss with the prince, so he didn't have time to deal with the matter of assassinating Sheng Wangshu.

When he heard that Naren Tuoya had ruined his plan and gave Sheng Wangshu the winter rhinoceros, his already depressed mood fell to the bottom.

The contact with the prince of the Southern Dynasty in the past two days made him very irritable. No matter how he tried, the other party was still tight-fisted, and once the interests of both parties were involved, he would not give him any favors.

The current situation of the Dongyi royal family is not good. If they can't win the maximum benefit, they may be invaded and occupied by other tribes.

Thinking of what his father said before he left... Ao Yun decided to change his plan.

When Naren Tuoya heard that Brother Huang invited her to hunt together, she knew that Brother Huang wanted to talk to her about Sheng Wangshu.

Therefore, Naren Tuoya took the initiative and said: "Brother Huang, I know you want to vent your anger on me, but Sheng Wangshu is not long alive, why do you need to attack her?"

Although she could understand the reason why Brother Huang did this, she disagreed.

My father said that the people of Dongyi must have a backbone, they must win brightly, and they must lose honestly.

Since Ji Fuguang chose Sheng Wangshu, there is no need for her to use any means, especially such despicable means.

But the other party happened to be the best brother to her since childhood, she had no way to complain about him, she could only dissuade him.

Aoyun looked at the beautiful younger sister on the horseback for a long time, and asked with a smile, "Tuoya, is the emperor always treating you well?"

Naren Tuoya didn't understand why, but she nodded, "Brother Huang is very kind to me."

"Then can you do something for the emperor?"

"what's up?"

Before he finished speaking, a sharp arrow pierced through Naren Toya's chest.

Brother Huang's gentle voice sounded, but at this moment, it whispered like an evil ghost: "Die for me."

Naren Toya's eyes widened, full of disbelief.

Her most trusted brother...why did she kill her?
As if knowing what Na Ren Tuoya was thinking, Ao Yun looked down at her with his usual gentle tone.

"I originally wanted you to climb up to that kid of Ji's family and strive for the best interests of Dongyi. Everything has been arranged for you. Who would have expected that you would be so useless and ruin my plan."

"Since you don't want Sheng Wangshu to die, then you can die instead of her. I hope that I can get more benefits from the people of the Southern Dynasty. It means I didn't let me love you for so many years."

"Emperor...brother..."

Naren Toya was speechless, and her extremely beautiful eyes gradually dimmed.

Watching Na Ren Tuoya fall off the horse, Ao Yun began to order his subordinates to arrange the next thing, showing no sign of sadness.

Immediately afterwards, several drunken sons from the offshoots of the Ji family rode over together, and were finally framed and killed Princess Dongyi...


After watching this scene, the crown prince couldn't help sighing: "It turns out that it wasn't some offshoot of the Ji family who got drunk and accidentally injured someone, everything was done by Aoyun. He killed his own sister just to be able to live in the two countries. When negotiating, we can obtain greater benefits..."

Perhaps Narentoya never thought that her most beloved elder brother would kill her until her death.

"She is actually a very kind girl, but she is a little arrogant."

Dian Su said: "If she married in the Southern Dynasty, she might be very good friends with Sheng Wangshu."

Thinking of Sheng Wangshu's sad look when he heard the news of Naren Tuoya's death, Diansu felt uncomfortable.

In the end, it was her relatives who killed her, and it was a girl from another country whom she had known not long ago who was sad for her.

The two sighed in their hearts, but they could only continue watching.

Only then did Dian Su realize how cruel the battlefield between the Southern Dynasty and Dongyi was.

Ji Fuguang was brave and resourceful, escaped from death again and again, and finally gave his life to cut off the enemy's supplies.

When he was dying, he was still thinking that he hadn't married his sweetheart yet, and his Wangshu was still waiting for him to come home...

The painting of him riding a horse in the apricot forest was packed in a sheepskin bag, and he carried it with him every day, with great care, and it was not damaged at all in the end.

Later, the painting was sent back to the imperial city along with his coffin and the concentric bell.

After Sheng Wangshu's death, the two families negotiated to let them be buried together, and it was all because of this unfinished marriage.

No one in the entire Southern Dynasties did not lament this love.

Although the two had obsessions, they finally chose to be reincarnated. The second life was born in an ordinary family, and they became husband and wife, loving each other all their lives.

But Diansu feels that no matter if they become husband and wife in the next life or the next life, they are not Ji Fuguang and Sheng Wangshu anymore.

That relationship didn't end well after all.

After reading it, Shi Zi found that he was not as brisk as he had imagined, but instead felt like a boulder was pressing on his heart, and he felt an indescribably dull feeling.

"My lord, we should go back."

After Dian Su received the formula, the two left the mirror and returned to the stone platform where the mirror of previous dust was placed.

Seeing that the son was depressed, Dian Su knew that he was feeling sorry for Ji Fuguang and Sheng Wangshu, and said: "The so-called impermanence of the world is nothing more than that. Life is only a few decades, why should the son worry about other people's affairs? "

Shizi turned his head to look at Diansu, a little puzzled, "Miss Diansu doesn't seem to feel sad."

Dian Su said: "After the reputation spread these years, I have also gone through a lot of troubles. I have seen a lot, and I am used to it."

Previously, she was affected by Sheng Wangshu's emotions because everything in the illusion was too real. She stayed in Shengwangshu's sea of ​​consciousness for too long, and she didn't consciously enter it.

But now she was just looking at a memory that didn't belong to her originally, so she was calmer than Shizi.

"Most of the world's things are full and short, and too much is too much, and the same is true for love."

"If the affection between these two people was a little less, Ji Fuguang would not risk his life by going back to the imperial city before Sheng Wangshu and Ji in order to win as soon as possible, and Sheng Wangshu would not seek his own death. Said In the end, they are too affectionate."

The son came to a sudden, "A deep love will never last, and wisdom will be hurt."

Dian Su stretched out his hand towards the prince, and said with a light smile: "Let's go, prince. It's time for dinner after a while. If we don't go back, we will be found missing."

Shizi looked at Diansu, raised his hand to hold her hand, but his face blushed quietly.

Passing through the peach forest and returning to the foot of the mountain, the two used the teleportation circle to return to the study.

After leaving Taozhi Mountain, the two little spirits became active again.

Crawling out of the silver bell, the two on the left and the right were swinging on the swing while pulling Shizi's loose clothes, making a lot of noise.

So the little sadness left by the son was also wiped out by the two little things.

Although they have appearances that are [-]% or [-]% similar to Ji Fuguang and Sheng Wangshu, they are pure and lovely, innocent and innocent like children.

Seeing that he likes the two little Qilings very much, Dian Su said: "Your Majesty, why not give them a name, and if there is anything, they can be summoned."

"We don't have a name yet!"

When the two little dumplings heard this, they became happy, bouncing up and down in Shizi's hands, and shouted: "Take a name!"

The prince looked at the two small dumplings carved in pink and jade, and began to think carefully.

After thinking for a while, he stretched out his hand and tapped on the boy-like Qi Ling, "From now on, you will be called Zhi'an, and the other little Qi Ling will be called Xiangsi, okay?"

"Zhi'an, Xiangsi." Diansu smiled lightly, "It's a good name, and besides, it's Qixi Festival today, so it fits the occasion."

(End of this chapter)