My Queen, you are naughty again

"Murongrui, open the door!" Chu Li clenched his hands into fists and banged at the sandalwood door. The wind with a drizzle blew past, which made the one wearing only a single coat shiver.

In the study, Mo Rongrui frowned, put down his book, looked at xiaojingzi and asked him to open the door.

With a creak, Chu Li strode over, his eyes were slightly red, and his tears were still spinning. He clutched Mo Rongrui's sleeve in a panic and choked: "Prince Rui, emperor, how can the emperor grant death!"

However, Murong Rui's face was still cold. He silently looked up at her and said in a deep voice, "why not? Assassinating the emperor is a capital crime. It's a great kindness to give her a crane top red and a whole corpse."

He Dinghong, how could Lu Qianqian be so stupid? He said he was used to living in the cold palace before, but now he does such a stupid thing himself.

Chu Li was more and more flustered. He looked at Mo Rongrui with tears on his face and was at a loss.

There was only Chu Li's sobbing sound in the study. The air was still filled with a faint smell of sandalwood. There was a faint smoke on the incense burner of the three foot gold bottle. Xiaojingzi standing aside added heat from time to time.

Murongrui held the book fold in one hand and looked at Chu Li, who was half kneeling beside him, with tears on his small face, which made him feel a pain in his heart.

I don't know. I picked up my handkerchief and gently wiped tears for the people in front of me. My always low voice suddenly became soft. I whispered, "don't cry. No one can change what the emperor has ordered. The king of Japan in the Ming Dynasty can take you to see her for the last time."

On the last side, Chu Li lowered his head and stared at the carpet with blue leaf embroidery. He choked, sucked his nose and murmured, "thank you, Lord."

After saying that, Chu Li supported the ground and got up slowly. He was lonely and said, "I'm leaving."

The drizzle knocked off the golden osmanthus just opened outside the window, and the light yellow flower buds fell all over the ground. They were integrated with Chu Li's light yellow clothes and skirts, which looked like a beautiful scene from a distance.

Murong Rui stared at the figure for a long time and didn't think back. He didn't know when he was so obsessed with the girl. In his mind, he unconsciously recalled Lu Qianqian's words.

"Oh, how could it be? How could I like such a incompetent girl."

In the silent study, Murong Rui sneered, shook his head, and secretly eliminated the thoughts in his mind.

But before long, he looked up at xiaojingzi at the door and said, "xiaojingzi, you go and arrange Tangyuan for her to take care of xiaoion today. It's cold, and then send two clothes and bedding."

"Yes, I'll do it now." after that, xiaojingzi smiled and hurried to the manager to get bedding and clothes to Chu Li.

It was night, the moonlight was thin and cool, and the rain was like spots. The peonies in the yard had long been covered with long cloth by servants to take care of them. Dark clouds were everywhere in the dark sky, and lightning appeared from time to time, illuminating the sky in an instant.

Chu Li leans on the bed wrapped in a thick quilt. She has no sleep tonight. She can't sleep even if Tang Yuan tries to persuade her.

"Lu Qianqian, why are you so stupid? You haven't taught me martial arts yet."

In the empty room, Chu Li's nose was sour and looked at the thunderstorm outside the window and said to himself. Begged that it would not be dawn, so that she could live longer, and begged herself to see her soon.

The next morning, the rain that had rained all night finally stopped. The ground was wet with Osmanthus fragrans. As soon as people left, there would be several Osmanthus fragrans on the sole of their shoes. So that there is a strong smell of flowers in the air.

Chu Li got out of bed at dawn, ran to the door of murongrui's room and called for the door with a bang.

The place where the wine was given for execution was youzhoutai. It was cold and gloomy. Many sinners were executed. There was no grass around. People said that the sin was too heavy and there was no vitality.

Along the way, Chu Li clenched his sleeves tightly with his hands. His clothes were wet with sweat from his hands. A pair of Dai eyebrows were tightly locked and heavy.

Murong Rui sighed helplessly. His outstretched hand hesitated on her shoulder for a long time, and finally fell down. He said faintly, "she's not afraid. What are you afraid of?"

The heavy atmosphere, the queen, the emperor and imperial concubine yuan are all in the stands. Murong Rui took her to one side and saw them not far away.

Because of Prince Dongchang and Princess Qingcheng, the execution proceeded very quickly.

At the command, Lu Qianqian in white prison clothes was pressed on the scaffold, and his pale face could not see a trace of sadness.

Slowly, I saw the cup of crane top red brought by the executioner, which can separate Yin and Yang.

The strong wind blew, Lu Qianqian's single pen body was outlined, and a sneer hung at the corners of his mouth looking at the emperor.

As everyone knows, the ink on it holds the handle of the chair tightly with both hands and wants to break it.

"The time has come, cut!" the supervisor roared, and Lu Qianqian was forced to pour down the cup of heding red.

Chu Li, standing behind Mo Rongrui, was already in tears. He covered his face and wept. He held Mo Rongrui's arm in his hands, which made him feel a stabbing pain on his arm.

Lu Qianqian on the execution platform was like a bird with broken wings. A mouthful of blood gushed out from the corners of his mouth and slipped to the ground without any strength. His eyes like black gemstones no longer existed. At the last glance, Lu Qianqian looked at the man sitting on the highest stand, looked at the man Lang who had saved himself bravely, and smiled at the corners of his mouth. He had no regrets in his life.

The heaviness of the cold weather made everyone laugh. Lu Qianqian's body was rudely dragged down from the execution platform. I don't know where it was taken.

Chu Li trembled and looked up and asked Mo Rongrui, "what will they do with the master's body?"

"Throw it to the random burial post." Murong Rui said faintly.

Random burial hill, who has read so many novels and TV dramas, how could she not know what random burial hill looks like. There are corpses everywhere, all of which are rotten. I think of Lu Qianqian's life as a person who loves to be clean and even has a faint fragrance of flowers at the head of the bed. How can she throw it there.

Perhaps the mood was low, perhaps the sudden change of the air made Chu Li sneeze, and his head drooped faintly. His eyes were still filled with mist, and he even looked at things vaguely.

For a long time, murongrui felt that she was wrong, and the whole person was tilted on herself. If she would do so on weekdays, she saw a small face puffing with powder and eyes drooping, as if she would close the next second.

"Ah Li!" Murong Rui called her in some panic, but who knows that the man in his arms didn't answer and fell directly on his chest.