Your heart is like my heart 3

Before arriving at the building, I smelled the faint fragrance, and the light from the gauze lantern hanging on the gate hazy the three handsome and floating characters on the plaque, "Drunken Xianglou". The deep eyes squinted, never thought that there was a different universe hidden in the place of rouge gouache, hiding a bloody conspiracy.

It was almost effortless. Shi Yan took people into the Zuixiang Building and was about to rush into the back hall. Xia Houchen called him: "We are all waiting here!"

Shi Yan hesitated for a moment and nodded. It is undeniable that the ability of the Black Xiaowei was amazing and shouldered the emperor's life. In less than a day, he found out where she was. Many of them benefited from the red clothes, Xianyan could not hide a trace. When she learned of her movements, she immediately reported to him that he had just returned to the palace and had not yet sat down and hurriedly. Out of the palace. Standing on the porch, he saw him crossing the yard and running to the back hall. He sighed slightly. Even if he was a hero, he was sad.

"The holy driver came in person, and I was disappointed. Please forgive me!" He said loudly, but without moving, he still sat cross-legged on the couch, holding a white beard in one hand, holding a chess piece in the other, and staring at the chessboard placed in front of him.

"Where is she?"

"There is no one the emperor is looking for in Zuixianglou!"

Xia Houchen glanced around, lifted his clothes, sat directly opposite him, and looked at the chessboard: "What's the meaning of a person's chess game? Isn't it too tiring to control the coming and going of each chess piece, calculating the way and the ending?

Yang Zixi looked up at him and smiled, "Actually, why is the emperor not like this? The emperor holds the supreme imperial power, controls everyone's life and death, and controls the spirit and fate of the Jin Dynasty. Does the emperor feel tired again?

This sentence is nothing less than denying that he controlled everything behind his back. Xia Houchen clenched his fist slightly: "When did you start planning all this?"

When?! Yang Zixi laughed twice and stared at him: "If you really want to say when, it's the time when I set up the 180 wordless tablets."

"Who the hell are you?"

"Not an outsider!" From beginning to end, he couldn't stay out of the matter.

Xiahou Chen did not ask any more questions. He took out a white seed from the chess cup and held it in the palm of his hand: "You should be the descendants of several Fengyi people who were released by Taoism in those years!"

"Taoxin?! Humph, he dares to self-respect that he has a monastic heart. In my opinion, no matter how he hides his name and practices, he can't change the wolf nature of the Xiahou family!" Those eyes condensed with resentful eyes, and Yang Zixi raised his lips coldly: "It's too cheap for him to die like that!"

"Did you force him to death?"

"I just told him that it was time for him to pay off his debts! If he hadn't died, the emperor would have done something to him and avenge your unconvened child! As for the ascetic, he died for his life, a glass of poisoned wine, but his evil barrier also gave him a whole corpse!"

When it comes to the lost child, a wisp of pain flashed from the bottom of his eyes. He was beside her, but he couldn't protect her. He hesitated for a long time. He opened his lips and asked, "Do you know who instructed the ascetic?"

"I think the emperor should ask the emperor's harem beautiful, why can't she tolerate the emperor's children?"

The corners of his mouth twitched several times, and Xia Houchen's eyes suddenly restrained: "I want to see Piao'er!"

"She's dead!"

Word by word is like a sharp arrow, shooting fiercely into his chest, taking a deep breath, and saying in an unquestionable voice, "I want to see Yin Piaoxuan!"

"She's dead!" Yang Zixi was not afraid of the eyes that wanted to smash him to pieces and said in a fixed voice, "She drank poisoned wine and died!"

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"Pa", Xiahou Chen suddenly took action and overturned the chessboard. White and black rolled to the ground: "Don't force me!"

"You're forcing me!" He dropped the pieces in his hand and said in an extremely cold voice: "The Xiahou family and the Fengyi people should not have had any entanglement. Once there is any involvement, one side can only die!"

"To the end of death?!" Xia Houchen sneered and clenched his fists: "Okay, okay, don't you just want to avenge the Fengyi people? If you want my life, you want my life and let go!"

"If it hadn't been for Yin Pianxuan's kindness at that time, he would have killed you!"

"How did you force her? Are you trying to put her to death? Why do you put those bloody hatreds on her?

"The descendants of the Fengyi clan have taken the killing of the Xiahou family for generations. When she dies, she is a descendant of the Fengyi clan, so she can't escape. As long as she is still alive, she must go--

"Enough!" Xiahou Chen shouted fiercely and interrupted him, "I don't care what you think, I'm going to take her away!"

"If you insist on taking her away, you can only take her body away!"

"I will kill you!"

"No, you won't!" Yang Zixi shook his head confidently: "If you want to kill me, you have already done it. You won't. If you kill me, it is equivalent to adding another sum to the Fengyi blood debt. You can't afford to gamble!"

The analysis is quite reasonable, which is the reason why he has never killed Yang Zixi. Otherwise, when he appeared in the Zuixiang Building, Yang Zixi would have died.

"What on earth do you want?"

"Blood-debt-blood-repayment!"

"Good!" Not wanting to talk too much, Xiahou Chen firmly said, "If you really think that the blood of the Xiahou family can redeem all the sins, I would like to end the hatred between the Fengyi clan and the Xiahou family by one person, as long as you let go of everyone!"

Yang Zixi looked at him sarcastically: "One person has settled all the hatred? Are you willing to give up the throne, give up wealth, and give up your life to end all this?

"If I have to die, then I would like to be the one who dies!" As long as his beautiful son is safe, as long as she lives freely, is not tired of those hatreds, and his son lives well, then he is really satisfied.

Hahaha, Yang Zixi laughed a few times: "Okay, it's really good. Are you really willing to give up the throne for the sake of Yin Piao, even if you lose your life?"

"Heaven and earth can be learned!"

The world can be seen!? His eyes suddenly became complicated: "Someone has said the same thing as you!"

That day, her eyes came with a smile, and then she put the poison into the wine in front of him, raised the glass, and said quietly, "I can't do it. If I have to have someone to end all this, then I hope it's me. I just beg you to let everyone, Qingyu and Yier. They are just innocent people. Don't let them live in hatred anymore."

She resolutely gave up everything for him, no longer cares about that, and can even exchange her own life for it. However, how can such a deep blood feud be over by one person?