The twelfth chapter: The wind blows the fairy clothes fluttering, Neon feather coat 5

Princess Roufang did not move, neither as if she was scared nor did she seem to understand what was going on in front of her.

"I finally... got you, Rou..." Then he had to step forward. The wound on his leg twitched, and he knelt to the ground. Waves of dizziness surrounded him, making him recall his feelings when he was born and died several times... Could it be that he also died soon?

"Congratulations, Your Highness, for getting what you think in your heart," Princess Roufang sighed coldly, "It's just that it's not a concubine."

The young man raised his head in a little surprise. Princess Roufang came to him and smiled with a candlestick in her hand.

"All Your Highness wants is the supreme power in the hands of your father. With it, you no longer have to bend over to anyone, because you are already the most noble person, and you don't have to worry about dying on the battlefield at any time, because naturally there will be other people to work for you, and you will no longer worry about beautiful women throwing themselves into the arms of others. Because the whole world is yours."

Princess Roufang bent down with an indescribable ghost: "Why did you put the charge of killing your father and brother on my concubine's head?"

The young man gasped and his voice trembled: "You...you!"

"Men will only regard victory as their talent, but they blame failure for the inability of their companions, and finally give the crime of great rebellion to the woman who loves them deeply," she looked at the man who has long been unable to get up, "But I don't hate him. I only hate that I have beautiful faces, but I don't have eyes. , see through his intentions.

Then, in the exclaim of the young man, the candlestick was raised over the top of his head, igniting the top of the felt tent.

"This is the last thing I have done for him. I want him, his historian, and his descendants for thousands of generations to remember me forever."

"No! No - I don't want to die yet! Help me!"

In the firelight, the face of the country gradually melted into a drop of blood-red tears, flowing through the dream of the sleeping king thousands of miles away.

***

"What did Lord Han say? Why did Wei have to live with a brothel woman and force her to die?"

In the face of questioning, Wei Tanyi seemed to be calm, but the more calm he was, the more sure Han Ruqi was that he had a ghost and opened his eyes angrily: "You must have shown her some messy ghosts again. A weak woman was forced to kill herself to get rid of herself. You are so vicious!" After saying that, the quenching of Duobaoge, who was cleaning the Duobaoge, burst out laughing.

"Oh, it turns out that in the eyes of Lord Han, the ecstasy fragrance is so worthless. For Lord Han, three thousand taels of silver is just a dime. Please return it to me as soon as possible!" Wei Tanyi deliberately poked his weakness.

"These are two different things!" Han Ruqi was angry, "Unless you can show evidence that you are innocent, I will take you back to Dali Temple!"

Wei Tanyi seemed to have heard a little funny joke. He smiled perfunctorily and turned to fg water.

"Why on earth did you force her to die?" Seeing him dodge, Han Ruxu's confidence doubled and he chased after him unrelentlessly.

"Did I force her to death, Lord Han, be so distressed?" It was as if he had admitted it.

Han Ruqi shook his head and replied stiffly, "Her life or death has nothing to do with me, but you care about human life like this. As a court official..." "As a court official, how can I not know that Daji has long banned people from studying witchcraft? Wei is just an ordinary businessman. Isn't it because he doesn't want to live by studying witchcraft?" But it was quickly stopped by Wei Tanyi.

"Lord Han, please go back. The Yuezhai Temple can't tolerate the big Buddha. I'm afraid it will stain your soles." Just leaving a sentence so coldly, Wei Tanyi picked up the bucket full of water and returned to the store as if he couldn't see him. Han Ruqi was stunned in the yard and couldn't react to what to do for a long time.

He also understands that these words are nothing more than warning him not to carry out the air of the imperial official. Although Wei Tanyi has always called him Lord Han since they met, he has never treated him as a senior official. Even if he treats ordinary guests much more respect than him, he is so high, which is really hurtful.

But on the other hand, he is indeed in contact with him as a court official, being wary of all his words and deeds. If they are not in such a relationship, is it difficult to say that they are friends?

The word "friend" suddenly came to mind, which made Han Ruxu hesitate a little.

Does he regard himself as a friend? Just like socializing with the prince, it is not to deal with guests, but to entertain friends.

Are you friends with him?

Han Ruxu fell into distress. If you say it's a friend, a person who holds a huge debt like this always has something to do and sarcastic. Who will be friends with him? If not, why does he have many questions and answers to many secrets that no one knows? He didn't mind that he came to waste his good tea every day or two days?

"Lord Han," Si Si leaned out of the door and smiled brightly. "The tea is ready!"

***

It's a man after all.

The painting fan smiled and began to undress. Following the man's order, she specially put on the gorgeous clothes that have not been bad for a thousand years today. It is rumored that Yuanluo Huashang was made by an abandoned concubine in the cold palace of Emperor Wu of Xijing. The light was unique in the moonlight. Later, with the introduction of the marriage princess Roufang, after the death of the royal family in the fire month by month, this magical dance dress also disappeared into history with the famous princess.

The man gave her this unique dance dress and promised to marry her. She happily gave everything to him, even if she served countless men with her own body, just to get the secret that the man wanted from their mouths.

Wei Tanyi seemed to appreciate a masterpiece, smiling and watching her gradually pull Luo Huashang down her shoulder.

"Won't you come to help paint the fan?" Seeing him hooked, the painting fan deliberately stopped and asked shyly.

Wei Tanyi hummed gently and said, "Someone will come to help you."

Sooner or later, a black smoke suddenly rose from the back of Han Ruxu, who had been helped back to the table and lay down by her, and then turned into countless sharp claws stretched out to her.

"Ah--!" The painting fan was so scared that he sat on the ground on the spot, and his hand holding the skirt trembled.

"The embroidered women who have been entangled all their lives but got nothing, the soft fragrance that has been sacrificed for everything, and countless miserable women who have been deceived by sweet lies, their souls must be as delicious as sweet wine, right?" Wei Tanyi said to himself.

The painting fan was wrapped in the black fog. No matter how hard it was to scream, it would not help. Just look at the claws peeling pieces of flesh and blood from their bodies, and even hear more painful screams and groans than themselves.

"Eat them, don't live up to my ardent expectations."

The slightly frail eyes are full of blood, and it's so cold that it's like a cold winter.