Chapter 119 Death

Even Zhang Zhuo can't imagine how many years it will take Nanman to bear the remaining consequences of this disaster.

And how can the poison come from the hands of Nangong Bingyu?

Once upon a time, Nangong Bingyu's heart was so kind that she dared not kill even small cockroaches, but why was her heart so cruel in this time and space?

Zhang Zhuo raised his hands and looked at the thick cocoon of the tiger's mouth being polished by the sword. I remember her hands, slender fingers, white and delicate.

"The most poisonous...is it really a woman's heart?" His dark eyes narrowed slowly.

I don't want people to see the pain in my eyes. I close my eyes and fall into meditation. Gradually, I breathe evenly and seem to fall asleep.

The road is concave and convex, the carriage is bumpy, step by step, farther away from the past.

The wheel seemed to touch the stone and suddenly bumped. Zhang Zhuo's even breathing broke. He sat up straight. Suddenly, he felt something and shouted, "Stop."

The driving curtain was lifted, and the body suddenly shook.

There stood a delicate back quietly by the roadside, holding the horse in one hand and gently sweeping the grass high on the knees with the reins in the other hand. Hearing the motorcade stop, he slowly turned around, revealing a face that was amazing but more shocking than anyone else. He sighed gently, "Zhang Zhuo, Fei'er is here for the appointment."

Before we met, the men and horses of the brigade and Zhang Zhudu couldn't move like wooden carvings. Nangong Bingyu raised their red lips slightly, which evoked a smile: "To be honest, I have always been frightened. I don't know what you will do with me, so I waited for your convoy by the roadside. If you pass by me, it's the end of fate between you and me. I have also fulfilled my promise to see you, and from then on, it has no relationship.

Zhang Zhuo's eyes did not leave her shallow smile for a moment and said in a low voice, "I noticed it."

"That..." Nangong Bingyu said clearly: "I have been a member of the Zhang family from now on."

"People from the Zhang family?"

"Have you forgotten? We once said that we would never live up to each other.

Zhang Zhuo paused and repeated coldly: "Never live up?"

Nangong Bingyu's eyes are as beautiful as before: "Have you forgotten the oath you made to me?"

"I remember." Zhang Zhuo nodded.

"The oath is still there," Nangong Bingyu Yingying left, stretched out her hand, handed it to Zhang Zhuo, and said emotionally, "Let me follow you to the ends of the earth. From then on, honor and disgraces are up to you, and life and death are up to you."

Zhang Zhuoding looked at the familiar white hand, close in front of him, and raised his hand to touch.

He held these hands and remembered that they were warm, smooth, dexterous and tender. He just didn't think that this was also a pair of overturned hands.

Nangong Bingyu was not afraid and stood in front of him obediently. Her eyes were still crystal clear and flowing.

Zhang Zhuo said silently for a long time. Finally, he said in a low voice, "Feier, answer me a few questions."

"Excuse me."

"Is the medicine used by the southern barbarian spy what you adjusted?"

"Yes." Nangong Bingyu didn't move at all and spit out a word.

"Do you know that the Southern Barbarian King is my father?"

Nangong Bingyu looked at him, his pupils flashed, and sighed, "I know."

"Do you remember that you swore that you would never kill anyone's life?"

"I remember."

"I, Zhang Zhuo, will not forget the death of my relatives for women."

Nangong Bingyu heard the hatred in Zhang Zhuo's words and squeezed out a wry smile: "I understand. I understand what you said. Since you have found me, I can't avoid it, and my life will be handed over to you.

"I have one last question." Zhang Zhuo paused and said awelessly, "You know you will die. Why did you put a big stone on the road to disturb my car?"

Nangong Bingyu was stabbed in the heart like a sword, and her body suddenly shook. Her talking eyes stared at Zhang Zhuo for a long time and said sadly, "I'm an idiot, and you are just an idiot. If I say dry tongue, will you believe me? The big mistake has been made, and we will never go back in this life.

I couldn't help falling like pearls and crying to the ground.

The sun sets.

There is not a single body left on Huangchen Avenue.

In the motorcade that went far away, Zhang Zhu found that the heart and the hand holding the sword did not always match. Although he has taken Qin Fei's hand, he really can't accept a woman who killed his closest relatives now.

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The water is green and the mountains are green, and the dogs bark and smoke.

In a remote mountain forest in the southern barbarians, a simple village appeared silently, and the people in the village cultivated themselves and went in and out of a low-key.

It's just an ordinary villa with a taciturn mountain name.

No one knows that a lonely sword on the wall of the east wing has killed countless generals of the enemy country. Thousands of troops and horses are like entering the land of no one. The sword rises, looking at the wind is invincible, and no one is not afraid.

No one knows that the western room has a delicate heart, can talk about the world, play shocking songs, and reverse the precarious tragic fate of Dajing, in exchange for a broken heart and tears.

South Palace Bingyu lives alone in the west wing.

Zhang Zhuo is not a butcher. He kept mercy under his sword and did not take her life.

Zhang Zhuo is not a villain. His food and clothes are delivered on time. Although they are not rich, they are not mean.

It's just that she hasn't seen Zhang Zhuo since that day.

It's just that this western wing is always empty.

She looked at the other end of the east box and suddenly lost the leisure between her eyebrows, but the hurt on her face could no longer be concealed. Finally, there was a long sigh.

Su Wen sits in the city of sorrow.

In the east wing, Zhang Zhuo held a comfortable folk poem and seemed to be tired in the bamboo chair. He slowly closed his eyes and suddenly turned his head, stared at him and asked, "Should I kill her?"

Su Wen was shocked by his deep eyes. He lowered his hand and lowered his head and did not dare to say a word.

It took a long time to hear a sigh: "I should have killed her. She lied to me, bullied me, and poisoned my father. Who in the world should kill more than her?

Zhang Zhuo asked for ten days and sighed for ten days.

"Is she crying?"

"I told the king that I didn't see her wipe her tears." Su Wen bent down and said carefully, "It's just that sometimes sighs."

Zhang Zhuo sneered: "Sigh? If it hadn't been for my son and daughter's love, how could I have become heroic?

Su Wen stopped talking, and even lowered his eyes and looked at his toes.

"Go down."

"Yes, Wang."

Step out of the east door, Zhang Zhuo's deep and slow sigh came from behind him. The breath is long, and the lingering sound echoes, like remembering a famous painting that has been thrown into the fire.

Sunrise and sunset, watch the burning clouds red through the sky, and listen to the ups and downs of birds and insects.

Su Wen followed Zhang Zhuo for many years and knew that the king's face was getting flatter and flatter. In fact, he had more and more smits in his heart. Seeing that he could not bear it for many days, he was actually worried. At this time, when he saw Wang waving his sword, a big stone finally fell in his heart.

For a long time, Zhang Zhuo stopped swinging the sword in his hand and looked calm. He turned around and inserted the sword back into the scabbard, adding a frightening coldness on his face. "You send this sword to her."

Su Wen did not dare to neglect, so he ordered him to take a sword and send it there in person.

After more than half an hour, Su asked back and said, "She has received it."

"What did you say?"

Su Wen muttered, "She saw what the prince sent and didn't move for a while. Later, she took out a letter in her arms and gave it to the prince, saying that she had no chance to meet the prince, and what she wanted to say to the prince was on the letter."

"Where's the letter?" Zhang Zhuo asked in a low voice.

Su Wen was a little uneasy: "My subordinate went out with the letter, and she suddenly said in the back that she waited and took the letter back. I thought she was afraid that she would add one or two more words. How could she light the fire and hand over the letter like that?

"Burned?"

"Yes, it's burned." Su Wen knew that Zhang Zhu was extremely concerned about the movement there and reported everything in detail: "She shed tears at the ashes of the letter for a while and asked me to tell the prince a word."

"She cried? After all, she still cried. Zhang Zhuo muttered to himself and looked at the west head distractedly. After half a day, he remembered that Su Wen had something else and asked, "What does she want you to say?"

"She said..." Su Wen frowned and stammered for a long time, "She said... I really envy this sword. It's so happy."

Zhang Zhuo was slightly shocked, barely set his mind down, and frowned and said, "Is she determined to die?" Looking back, Su Wen.

Su Wen did not dare to look at him with his sharp eyes. He lowered his head and avoided it. He couldn't help saying, "The prince has been heroic all his life and his swords. Now why torture a woman like this, even torture himself."

"I... am I torturing her?"

He didn't say a word, just bowed his head.

Zhang Zhuo stared at him for a long time, sighed, sat down and waved his hand, "You step back."

Su Wen went out of the door and was panicked. The air in the courtyard is dull, and even God seems to be ominous. He did not dare to leave too far. He personally stayed outside to wait for Zhang Zhuo's dispatch, and secretly sent someone to the west wing to listen to the movement of Nangong Bingyu.

After a while, the person sent back and said, "Miss Bingyu began to sit by the bed with tears, and then stopped crying. She opened the jewelry box and dressed up carefully. Looking at the mirror and wiping rouge, it's really a bit like the look of my sister when she got married.

Su Wen's heart was very tight. He turned his head and thought about it. Looking at the current situation, the prince's heart knot could not be opened. Instead of slowly tormenting, maybe it was really better to break it quickly and without saying anything. He nodded and ordered him to investigate again.

Zhang Zhuo stayed alone in the room without saying anything, and there was no movement throughout the afternoon. No one who is not afraid of death dares to enter the east wing without permission.

When the sky was about to appear, the people sent there had reported the situation of Bingyu girl several times.

The subordinate scratched his head in confusion: "I didn't hide it well. When I was seen by Miss Bingyu, she was not annoyed. Instead, she smiled at me and said that you don't have to worry about me tomorrow. Your prince is a decisive person, and there should be an end today."

Su Wen frowned and was about to open his mouth when Zhang Zhuo's voice suddenly came from the room: "Is Su Wen outside? Come in."

"Yes, my lord."

Su Wen hurriedly opened the door and went in. Zhang Zhuo sat in the backlight, making people unable to see the look on his face clearly, but he had regained his momentum on the battlefield, and he must have made a determination in his mind.

"Go and call a cook to make an eight-treasure tofu, a braised fish, an emerald silver fish ball, and a Fengqing Suping..." Zhang Zhuo slowly opened his mouth and ordered twelve or three dishes in a row.

Su Wen nodded and wrote it down carefully. He knew that some of them were the ice jade girl's favorite food. When lurking beside her, Su Wen had already inquired about her hobbies. Unexpectedly, the prince remembered it clearly without missing a word.

Sure enough, Zhang Zhuo said, "After it's done, send it to the West Chamber."

Su Wen answered "Yes", and Zhang Zhuo ordered, "Give me the strongest wine of the three jars."

The meal will be ready soon and will be sent directly to the West Chamber, and the three jars of spirits will also be sent to Zhang Zhuo's room.

Zhang Zhuo suddenly smiled and said, "Sill down and have a drink with me."

said it was a cup, and it turned into a thousand cups straight down. Zhang Zhuogang had no expression on his face and did not say anything. He poured down his throat one glass of liquor after another. Only the sound of wine pouring into the glass was heard in the room.