Chapter 821: Why, refuse to be my concubine?

Tong'er just stared at her, and slowly blessed: "Thank you, Miss Zhao, for sending me...I hope you and me will never see each other again in this life!"
She turned and left decisively.
Zhao Jinghong wanted to reach out, but Tong'er's sleeve corner slipped from her palm.
Tong'er walked in such a hurry, the pear-white cloak was hunting and flying in the winter wind, like petals she could not hold in her life.
Zhao Jinghong stood there blankly.
She watched the ship go far in the night, remembering their past events over the years, and suddenly chased them like crazy: "Tong'er!"
She was so scared that she would never see her again in this life.
Yangliu Yiyi, reed rustling.
Obviously it was going upstream, but the pitch-black boat was driving very fast.
The black sail disappeared into the vast white fog.
There was only a faint moon on the water, laughing at her jealousy and loneliness.
After all, her apology did not have time to say it.
"Gu Fan Yuanying, the river is still surging, the only thing that hasn't changed is the lonely bright moon that shines on the mountains and rivers..."
Looking at the night in Shangyuan, the city is full of lights.
Zhao Jinghong was resting on Nan Baoyi’s lap, and two lines of tears flowed in Xingzi’s eyes: "The bright moon I saw is still the bright moon of the year? But why do I only see the bright moon but not the Tonger of the year? ?"
Tears wet the dancer's mask in Nan Baoyi's hand.
Zhao Jinghong's lips were pale, staring at the moon madly.
"I'm sorry...I made an agreement with you to be the most important person to each other in this life, but I ended up being a whistleblower who brutally harmed you... I'm sorry..."
The brilliance in her pupils gradually dimmed, and she quietly lost her breath.
Nan Baoyi looked complicated.
She looked down at the dancing girl's mask. Because of the tears, the mask showed a green rusty color, which was because of the poison powder.
Zhao Jinghong wore a mask and danced all the way, unknowingly inhaling too much toxins, so he was poisoned and died without the murderer.
And this mask is very old.
If she guessed correctly, it should be the one worn by the emperor's wife.
Zhao Jinghong loves the imperial sister-in-law, so he picked this one among so many masks.
Maybe she knew the face was poisonous, maybe she wanted to redeem her sin, she put it on guiltily.
She chose to die on the road the imperial sister-in-law walked back then. It was not the city full of scenery that accompanied her, but the lonely and clear moonlight as before...
She was still in a daze, Shen Yi never knew when she would appear, and pulled her up.
His face is very ugly: "Are you out of breath?"
Zhao Jinghong is the eldest daughter trained by the Zhao family with all the efforts of the family, who wants to be the future queen.
Just like this, how to explain to the Zhao family...
Nan Baoyi held the dancer's mask and shook his head emotionally.
Shen Yijue let go of his hand and was about to order Jin Wuwei to find the murderer. The parade that stopped suddenly broke out with strange screams and roars.
The actors seemed to have changed their faces, joking and cursing, resolutely pulling out the hidden weapons, and shouting solemnly and solemnly:
"Shen Jiang Wudao, murder the loyal minister! I will wait for the heavens to walk the way and kill the demon empress!"
"Brothers, go find the dragon boat where Shen Jiang is located!"
On the Spring Festival, the emperor and the queen had fun with the people.
They will take a dragon boat and go down the Bahe River to enjoy the lively and lively imperial city.
Unexpectedly, the parade of tens of thousands of people was actually made up of assassins!
In addition, the people also wore animal faces and grimacing things, and it was impossible to tell who was the assassin and the innocent people!
Shen Yijue was too late to mobilize Jin Wuwei to block the escort, they had already roared towards Bahe!
Shen Yijue's face was gloomy.
He clenched the long knife, mercilessly beheaded an assassin, and looked towards Nan Baoyi coldly: "Go to the city gate to mobilize Jinwuwei, be sure to rush to Bahe to help!"
Nan Baoyi seemed to have not heard his command, holding the mask and standing motionless.
The dark Danfeng's eyes shone darkly, and she murmured: "The ghost fire and blood book of the drunken flowery shade, the mask of the dancing girl of the year, the poor children make trouble every year..."
A dark line connects all clues silently.
The girl raised her eyelashes, a strange smile appeared on her delicate face: "I know who the murderer is behind the scenes!"
Without waiting for Shen Yijue to scold her, she turned and ran towards Bahe.
Shen Yi was trembling with anger.
Nan Baoyi is really unreliable at all!
At this moment, a strange explosion suddenly sounded on the lively and chaotic street!
Countless vendors at the end of the street were blown up, and gorgeous fireworks soared into the sky, lighting up half of the night sky!
The explosion sounded one after another.
The houses were destroyed, the teahouses and pubs collapsed one after another, and the people who had reveled were killed and wounded countless!
Without hesitation, Shen Yijue went straight to the tall building with light work, and said to the ignorant Shen family: "Something happened on the street, go to the house for refuge!"
Wei Chuchu panicked and hurriedly left the restaurant with Shen Dazai and his wife under the of the maid.
Shen Yichao put down his drink.
He dusted his white sleeves and calmly said: "My aunt had expected that tonight would not be peaceful, and asked me to calculate a hexagram. Now the contents of the hexagram are all fulfilled. Brother, I have to go to my aunt. By your side. It will be fun to think about the upcoming confrontation."
Shen Yijue did not stop it.
Shen Yichao got up and went downstairs, looked back at the cold smoke, and stopped talking.
For a long time, he asked: "My aunt must be very safe there. Are you going to be with me? Or return to Shen Mansion with Chu Chu and others for refuge? Your martial arts are now exhausted, and you must be careful."
"Don't worry, Xiao Langjun." Han Yanliang leaned on Shen Yijue's side, like a charming and poisonous poppy. "I just want to stay with the general. The general's kung fu is superb, and he can definitely protect him. It's me?"
Shen Yejue was expressionless, but there was an imperceptible tenderness in his eyebrows.
He said lightly: "My side is naturally the safest."
Han Yanliang laughed out loud, and cast a charming look at Shen Yichao: "Did you hear me?"
Shen Yichao's hands in his wide sleeves tightened unconsciously.
His face was cold and ugly, without saying a word, he turned and walked away.
Han Yanliang laughed sarcastically.
Finally laughing enough, she said, "General, shall we go down too? The streets are full of turmoil, and there will be explosions here at any time. People are so scared."
Shen Yijue could not move.
Han Yanliang tilted his head and reached out to stroke the corner of his sleeve: "General?"
Shen Yijue suddenly squeezed her hand.
The hand of a beauty is weak and boneless.
I don't want to let it go if I hold it.
He turned and pushed her against the window.
Outside the window, the city was facing the fire, the houses collapsed and the terraces fell, the chaotic people ran around in fear and screaming, and tens of thousands of lanterns turned into dark ashes.
Shen Yijue stared at the cold smoke, and the noise around him seemed no longer important.
The girl who was imprisoned in her arms had slightly raised apricot eyes and sentimental eyes.
But her pupils were darker than ashes, a color he couldn't understand.
The restaurant is crumbling.
He said in a deep voice, "Why, refuse to be my concubine?"
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