Domineering female general: The evildoer is too black-bellied

Chapter 87 The Death of Yan'er
Mei Zhaorong, see, this matter has come to an end, it is possible, and I have to: by myself, personally, take another risk.

On this day, just after midnight, I saw: in the side hall next to the east palace, there was a palace lantern, which was being lighted faintly, hanging to the top corner of the room in the side hall.

Then, a snow-white point flickered, flew through the air, and flew towards the place where another light was burning in the distance.

Mei Zhaorong, after finishing all these things swiftly, was about to turn around and go back to her bed.

Suddenly, I only heard a 'click', as if I heard: the sound of a branch breaking.

"Who? Who's there?!"

This Mei Zhaorong is good at martial arts, and her internal strength is naturally not inferior to that of ordinary people, so at this moment, she can be sure that there is someone hiding there.

See, for a moment, there is no more sound.

That Mei Zhaorong slowly raised her feet and walked straight towards the place where the voice came from in the first place.

However, he saw that he hadn't completely approached the past, suddenly, a black shadow rushed out from behind the pillar, as if fleeing from the road, causing Qing Gong to rush out.

Mei Zhaorong was afraid, if she made any further noises, the people from the Great Chu Kingdom would know about her, and her identity would be exposed, so she didn't go after her anymore, but just let that person go away.

'Looking at the figure, it should be a woman, no doubt.In addition, right now, it seems that this person has such an understanding of the situation in the mansion, could it be her? ! '

Thinking of this, Mei Zhaorong couldn't help thinking to herself, in her heart.

'If you think about it, it should be time, move away, this disobedient person. '

Suddenly, Mei Zhaorong clenched her fists under her, those pair of red peony sleeves, and gritted her teeth.

Anyone who tries to stop his son's great cause, all the forces, will die.

Listening to the ear, the north wind is strong, blowing the window lattice, making a "buzzing" sound.

A servant came to report: This Great Chu State General Mu Liu will no longer be in the palace tomorrow.

Look, the soft sunlight hits the window sills, and the bamboo shadows fall down. Listen, outside the window, let the warm wind blow the fine curtains, making a slight sound.

Mei Zhaorong, at this moment, is standing quietly in front of the window of her bedroom, wearing a bright red palace skirt with complicated floral prints, her long black hair tied up with only a white silk ribbon, her eyebrows scattered What is overflowing is a touch of silence.

There was a muffled "clang" sound outside the door, as if a water basin had been knocked down.

"Yan'er, come in by yourself."

Xu Shi, that Mei Zhaorong sensed with internal strength that at this moment, this Yan'er was standing quietly outside her door, so she opened her mouth coldly and said to the person outside the door.

Across the air, a jade screen, Mei Zhaorong vaguely saw that Yan'er stopped slightly, just like that, just, standing there five steps away from the screen, motionless.

See, this Yan'er didn't move anymore, Mei Zhaorong stepped out slowly from behind the screen.

Staring at Yan'er with cold eyes, leaning down, slowly approaching her, gently caressing Yan'er's face with fingers as thin as a gardenia, making the sharp nails cut through the snow-white and transparent skin like white jade. Let the long bloodstain stain the skin on the side of the ear red.

The faint gaze seemed to be able to penetrate everything, as if it could penetrate directly into people's hearts.

Outside the window, the sound of bells and drums is exhausted, but only, only, there is nothing left, silent and distant.

Mei Zhaorong raised a finger slightly, lifted Yan'er's chin vigorously, and quietly brushed away Yan'er's thick hair, her voice was as thin as a mosquito, and asked Yan'er coldly with a smile The son said: "The person last night, but you?"

The air around him seemed to condense in an instant, and the cold air, accompanied by that fishy sweetness, penetrated straight into his nose.

I saw that Yan'er seemed to be trembling slightly in his eyes, but he let it go, his head was covered with messy black hair in a Liuyun palace bun, and in his hollow pupils, there was a look of desolation reflected in his eyes, eyebrows raised, slightly He closed his eyes and didn't answer, but, again, Shan Shan, narrowed his eyes slightly and stared sideways.

"You are so brave! How dare you come to spy on me! Tell me! Who sent you here?!"

Suddenly, releasing Yan'er's chin, Mei Zhaorong raised her hand and slapped Yan'er hard.

Originally, this Mei Zhaorong was thinking: After, this time, I was surprised and frightened, this Yan'er, I am afraid, would honestly explain it to me, but, I didn't expect it. . . . . .

That Yan'er, still, was stubborn and didn't speak, just like: as if lost heart, facing, this Mei Zhaorong actually showed a pale smile.

Look, at this moment, there are five finger prints clearly hanging on this face with delicate features, and it complements that pale plain face, creating a miserable picture.

"You say? Or not?"

At this moment, Mei Zhaorong's eyes were blood red, but she just opened her mouth and asked Yan'er word by word.

"Give you one last chance."

That Mei Zhaorong wanted to, while Mu Liu, the general of the Great Chu Kingdom, and his party were waiting, before they could come back, she thought: as soon as possible, I will settle this matter for my young master.

"You little hoof, really, you really don't know how to praise! But, this matter, it doesn't matter, anyway, this palace, I have a thousand ideas in my mind, yes, call it You are: life is better than death."

Mei Zhaorong sternly turned to Yan'er, and threw down these words. Unexpectedly, this person still didn't see it at all: it seemed that he seemed to let go, but still, very stubbornly, lowered his voice. head on.

'This person, it seems, cannot be kept. '

Seeing this, Mei Zhaorong couldn't help thinking to herself.

A knife gleaming with cold light approached Yan'er.

The next moment, it was seen: Mei Zhaorong, without hesitation, raised the knife and dropped it. In an instant, the blood red poured from between her five fingers shattered all over the ground.

Until, on the window sills, the moon-white patterned curtains were also splashed with vermilion, and the dazzling red was spread in dots and spots.

From the beginning to the end, the bleeding man did not make a sound.

Outside the sky, on the azure blue curtain, it seemed that, from that far away, another meteor fell down from the horizon, and a life was lost.

In this way, this is the so-called "death loyalty" to be a subject of one person and work for a country.

It's just, maybe, in the eyes of outsiders, it's incomprehensible.

Watching, that Yan'er's body, in front of him, slowly fell down, limp and stiff.

Even Mei Zhaorong, I don't know how to get it: I don't know when, my eye sockets have already been covered with a thin layer of mist.

Thinking about it, this self is not different from her.

(End of this chapter)