Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

Yunxi will always remember that Ning Xiluo's shallow words cut through the last line of defense at the bottom of her heart.

Yunxi walked in the Palace Lane of the quiet Pavilion, and the palace skirt swayed in the snow, marking a long trace.

And the little warden behind her carried a pot of poisoned wine and followed.

It was outside the quiet Pavilion, but Yunxi stopped. The clear eyes under the mask stared at the three words "Qingyou Pavilion" and looked at it firmly.

The snow was still heavy, but she stretched out her hand and caught the long and blowing snow, but it was particularly cold. But suddenly, she said in a clear voice, "manager Gu, it's just a pot of poisonous wine, but the emperor asked you to follow?"

Gu Shengyan leaned over and smiled: "on the face of it, the Emperor gave the girl a favor and killed the imperial concubine. In fact, the Emperor just asked the slave to supervise whether the girl would escape."

The sunset glow is like a pattern embroidered on the dress, throwing out gorgeous light, which is shining against the patterns under the mask. Although the lips did not move, the voice still came out slowly: "so, manager Gu will guard outside the quiet Pavilion."

Yunxi stretched out his hand.

Gu Shengyan leaned over, handed her the poisoned wine tray, nodded and said: "The girl once mentioned some slaves, so the slaves also want to say something to the girl. No amount of hatred is just a causal cycle. If the imperial concubine and empress once did something unspeakable to the girl and drank poison wine, all the past will be forgotten. If the girl wants to live, don't make the emperor angry."

He still hung his waist and didn't look at the Yunxi River, but he could only see the swaying palace skirt blown by the wind, swaying slightly under the sunset. Gu Shengyan sighed slightly, saying too much or not.

However, after entering the quiet Pavilion, Yunxi stopped and whispered, "thank you."

The dust of the past dissipates with the wind, but the wind will eventually rise again and will never fall. If ningxiluo doesn't die one day, how can her hatred dissipate, and how can she live like no one? There are too many people who pave the way for her with blood in this life.

Words fell, and Yunxi walked step by step in the courtyard of qingyouge with the pot of poisonous wine.

Gu Shengyan still bowed.

When the bodyguard of the main palace gate saw her, he wanted to stop her, but saw Gu Shengyan waiting outside the gate of the Qingyou Pavilion, so he stopped and opened the door for Yunxi.

Squeak——

The vermilion carved door opened, and a touch of darkness came into Yunxi's eyes. She stepped in.

Squeak——

The door was closed again. All the darkness shrouded Yunxi's eyes, but she didn't mess up because of the darkness. She just found the position of the table, put the poisonous wine on the table, took out the fire fold and lit the candle.

That long flame, full of shrouded the whole house——

Yunxi saw the Blue Phoenix Painting.

Painting Lanfeng didn't have the haggard and fierce appearance of the cold palace woman in her imagination. She just turned her back to Yunxi, stood in front of the unopened window, quietly glanced over her eyes and looked at Yunxi, and her eyebrows and eyes were gentle.

After Yunxi poured the poisonous wine into the wine cup, he just sat on the stool, looked at her and everything in the house carefully, and then smiled at the painting Lanfeng: "it's said that the lady's quiet Pavilion is no different from the former boudoir of the painting house. Such style makes many Empresses of the harem lose their intention."

The picture of Lanfeng is still very beautiful. She is not as beautiful as a real person. Even in such a situation, she can see people with the most gentle appearance. She just walked slowly to Yunxi, sat at the table with the most gentle color and smiled: "Anning said that it is not like home after leaving the palace. Zhang Liang specially asked Zhang Liang to change the quiet Pavilion into the boudoir of the painting house. At that time, the palace was very happy for many days."

"But my mother's Anning, if I want to give you poison wine today, don't you hate it?" Yunxi said with a smile.

Painting Lanfeng's hand picked up the glass filled with poisonous wine and shook it leisurely: "do you know why the palace is happy?"

Those eyes, staring at the wine cup, smiled lightly, but did not answer Yunxi's question.

Yunxi just frowned: "because this is the only favor, the emperor's love for his mother."

But Lanfeng puffed a smile and put the wine glass in front of the table again. Instead, she looked at the eyes under Yunxi mask, and there was tenderness in her eyebrows: "After I entered the house, I always worked hard. My sister and a Liang were always afraid that I would be wronged, so they cleaned up the boudoir very beautifully. All the things that ladies of your family should have are always indispensable in my boudoir. Even if everything is not valuable, I am happy as long as it is sent by my sister and a Liang. All the things in this palace come from painters."

Painting Lanfeng no longer claimed to be the palace, but claimed to be "I".

Yunxi stood up and gently pushed the wine cup closer: "but when my mother framed the painting house, she never thought about the good things and her identity, didn't she?"

Blue Phoenix didn't all pass the wine cup, but held the candlestick in his hand.

The candle was slightly fanned, and the wax dropped on the back of the white hand, but she didn't feel any pain. She just smiled and looked at the candle, as if she wanted to see something from it. She whispered: "I have been afraid of fire since I was a child, and I have never dared to use wax, but my sister found a cover made of rice paper and fastened it on the wax. In winter, it looks particularly warm, but there is no fear of fire. I am full of joy, because although my sister treats me well, I am also full of anger, because my sister never knows why I am afraid of fire..."

After that, painted Lanfeng nodded and looked at the clear eyes under the mask, as if thinking about something.

Yunxi looked at him and said, "madam, it doesn't hurt to say."

"Many people in Siye country were killed by the painter army, and my mother and father died of humiliation without any bones... While my brother ah Xu, after his death, was taken away by the people of Xizhou and burned with fire..." painted Lanfeng's voice was very low, and the path murmured. However, she looked at Yunxi at this time, and the light of candle flickered in her gentle eyes.

Yunxi grabbed the candlestick and put it on the table with a bang.

Yunxi seemed a little surprised and full of doubts: "why did your mother say that? Is it inconvenient for the painter army to be your mother's army?"

The candle flickered.

"When did the palace say that she was the daughter of Huawu?" there was a flustered figure in Yunxi in her beautiful eyes, but her red lips were raised, "The painter army is undisciplined. It is only the acquiescence of the emperor and the acquiescence of painting Wu. Why should so many lives in Siye state die? Why shouldn't the people in the painting house be killed in this palace? The world says that this palace is ruthless, but the ruthless people are Xizhou and the painter army after all. If you get revenge, drink the poisonous wine."

The painting Lanfeng held up the cup of poisoned wine, against the light of the candle, and drank it in advance.

However, the cold hand held the arm of painted Lanfeng. The moment the wine spilled, painted Lanfeng saw the dense eyes shining under the mask, but he smiled bitterly in his heart: "how?"

"What you said is true?" said Yunxi lengmu.

At that time, Yunxi thought a lot about the reason why Lanfeng painted the painting house, but did not think about it. However, what Yunxi never thought was that Lanfeng was not a painter! It was Hualiang who brought Lanfeng back and pretended to be the painter's daughter!

All the results had a reason, but Yunxi restrained the anger in the last place in his heart and made a cold voice to the painting Lanfeng: "there are too many innocent people, don't you think?"