Chapter 45 Chapter Forty-fifth

Zhumeng was startled, and the chopsticks in his hand fell to the ground. "You shouldn't have given the medicine here, right?" Yan Wei asked. "Medicine?" Zhumeng looked confused, but immediately noticed the medicinal gas emanating from the sauce. With a shake of her hand, the plate fell to the ground and broke into pieces. The scattered sauce made the medicinal gas more intense, filling the room , spreading a breath of death. Zhumeng shook her hands, took out a small silk sac from her skirt, and poured out a brown pill the size of an acorn, which smelled exactly like the smell of sauce.Yan Wei knew without looking that it was the poison she had prepared.

Yan Wei only felt that her palms were covered with cold sweat. At that time, she only cared about the easy availability of the medicinal materials Longyang requested, and did not consider whether it was easy to detoxify. Now that she thought about it, she was a bit reckless. I don't know how many people in this palace have poison in their hands. If an unscrupulous person poisons others like this, if someone dies, wouldn't it be his own sin? "You have one too? Does every woman in the palace have one?" Yan Wei asked. "Yes...but not everyone has it. During the siege, there is a shortage of medicinal materials. Only concubines and high-ranking palace personnel have them, and those low-level palace maids don't have them." Zhumeng mumbled, her voice trembling.

"If the Forbidden Palace is breached, do you...have to take this medicine?" Yan Wei asked. "Slaves...Slaves are different from the others. They obtained His Royal Highness's secret order to protect the princess even if they risked their lives. I don't know what kind of orders the others received, but His Highness did not strictly order everyone to take poison before. As a last resort, you can use it to keep your innocence..." Zhumeng lowered her head, her voice choked with sobs. Yan Wei waved her hand weakly, and said, "Forget it...you can tidy up here."

Zhumeng asked hesitantly: "Do you want to...report it?" Yan Wei said: "There is no need to cause trouble... Anyway, this medicine has a strong smell, and it is not so easy to use it to harm others. We just need to be careful." Zhumeng answered "Yes" in a low voice. Suddenly there was a noise downstairs, and there were even more restless human voices in the distance. Like a quiet painting, as if being picked up and shaken by someone, Yan Wei was dizzy for a while, her heart was beating suddenly, she bit her lip, suppressing the annoyance in her heart, and told Zhumeng, "Go down and have a look." , something happened outside."

After a while, Zhumeng ran upstairs in three steps and two steps. As soon as he entered the door, he threw himself at Yan Wei's feet and knelt down on the ground, with both sides of the skirt and wide sleeves stretched out on both sides of his body, like a bird flying into the dust. butterfly. "Tianwei Gate... Tianwei Gate has been breached!" Zhumeng cried. Yan Wei's body trembled, as if her heart had been taken away by someone, it was empty.What should come, will come sooner or later, but when it does come, it is so unbelievable... "Your Highness...how is Long Yang?" Yan Wei asked in a trembling voice.

"I don't know...no news...it should be, you're all right..." Zhumeng replied in a panic. "Why is it so chaotic outside? Has Yang Jun... already entered the Forbidden Palace?" Yan Wei clenched her fists tightly, her nails almost cutting her palms. It seemed that only in this way could she stand upright. "No...it's just Guanyi Palace...the concubines and maids of King Jiang Lie and Prince Hongde who lived in Guanyi Palace all committed suicide by taking poison..." Zhumeng crouched down, her shoulders shrugged slightly, presumably in the Cry silently.

Yan Wei heaved a sigh of relief. The harem of King Jiang Lie and Prince Hongde seemed to be the ancients in the history of several dynasties and generations, and had nothing to do with him at all. The only people he wanted to keep were the people who were with him day and night. "Quick! Help me downstairs, let's go find Solanum nigrum!" Yan Wei said eagerly. The city gate was broken, and it was reported to the palace and to my own ears. I don't know how much time has passed, maybe the next moment, the palace gate will also be broken. I must rush to see Solanum nigrum and her with her before Yang Jun arrives. together.In this way, with that glazed ring and that "Double Dragon Transforming Fish Pendant", both of them were saved. Those who had promised Long Yang would at least keep this bloodline for the Long family. Perhaps, with a little more extravagance, it could be fulfilled The two infatuations between her and Tong Shu...

Zhu Meng hurriedly took a piece of white silk, wrapped it around Yan Wei's abdomen, made a cross at the back waist, circled it back to the front, tied a knot, supported her huge abdomen, and helped Yan Wei put on a single piece of clothing.When everything was cleared up, I went upstairs, but I saw that there was no one downstairs, and the guards and servants were all gone. When the country was ruined and the family was destroyed, no one cared about myself, the princess of the enemy country, even if I was still pregnant with the dragon. Shi's bloodline...except Zhumeng... Except Zhumeng!Yan Wei's heart skipped a beat, she turned her head and asked Zhu Meng beside her, "You... don't you hate me?"

Zhumeng trembled the arm supporting Yan Wei's elbow, and said softly: "Although it was Yang Guo who attacked Jiang Guo, the princess has no crimes and has never harmed any Jiang Guo people. Why do slaves hate the princess? What's more, the princess In her stomach, she still carries the flesh and blood of His Royal Highness, protecting the princess is the duty of a servant." "But...the person who poisoned the sauce hates me..." Yan Wei said sadly. "It's just that he is confused. Even if there is hatred, he should just seek revenge from those who have blood on his hands. What is it to assassinate a woman who is pregnant with Liujia?" Zhumeng's voice was still so unhurried. Xu, soft and sweet.

Unconsciously, I have already reached the lakeside. Yan Wei casually raised her head, and was shocked by the scene before her. The hands supporting Yan Wei's arms also tightened suddenly, obviously, Zhu Meng was also stunned. The two people, with four eyes, were staring at the other side of the lake, as if they were trapped in a nightmare, unable to make any sound. With that exclamation, they frantically wandered through the internal organs, but they couldn't find an outlet to vent. Yan Wei will never forget that day, it was a sunny day with blue sky and white clouds.The smoke trees and pavilions on the banks around are all reflected in the water upright, looking peaceful and peaceful.

What broke this picturesque tranquility was that group of maidservants, those maidservants who used to come and go with lanterns on New Year's Eve, those maidservants who were as beautiful as flowers, at the age of fifteen or sixteen, before they were in full bloom, Withered.The slender body, the light skirt, and the wide sleeves stretched like wings, like birds with broken wings, one by one, throwing themselves into the lake water without turning back... the ripples in the water, circle after circle , spreading from the opposite bank, slapping the lake shore, like waves of heartbeats, gradually weakening, weakening, and there is no more fluctuation... They are just the most humble women in this palace. In the end, they can't even get a single poison. They can only give their innocent bodies to this pool of clear water... The surroundings were quiet, there was no wind, and even the constant noise of reeds stopped, as if the world was shocked by this gorgeous death, watching silently, not daring to make a sound.Those women, at the end of their lives, danced the last and most beautiful dance, as if they were not going to die, but a gorgeous sacrifice... Those images flashed through Yan Wei's eyes quickly: The birds floating in the lake that day, peacocks and white cranes, were lifeless, but those gorgeous feathers trembled with the wind, as if they were accumulating the strength to fly, It shines because of the moisture of the water, just like when it was born... The sky that was hunted by the water that day, the birds surrounded by the sound array and the rain of arrows, could not escape this invisible cage, and fell into the lake with wailing, full of blood, and quickly Even if it dissipated, it was still that pool of clear water. It’s like the troubled times that haven’t had a single day of peace for hundreds of years, how many ancient countries disappeared in a flash, leaving no traces, only a piece of text inscribed by a historian with a bamboo knife, and a legend between the lips and teeth of a villager and a wild old man... Maybe it's because the women in the water town are more water-savvy. Those women who fell into the water died immediately, struggling, ups and downs... It's heartbreaking.Is it because the lake accepts the water-like woman, and it produces dense water vapor?Or are the tears in the eyes blocking the gazing eyes?The more Yan Wei looked at it, the more confused she felt, she couldn't bear it, and when she closed her eyes, tears fell. Yan Wei walked quickly in the wind with her head down, not daring to raise her head, not daring to look back, she just watched the stone road under her feet receding step by step. Those flowery girls, all sentient beings who went to see Gu Zeyi, just want to keep the nightshade! In a blink of an eye, he came downstairs to the Solanum nigrum bedroom, and the surrounding area was quiet. Yan Wei lifted the corner of her skirt to go up the stairs, her legs were shaking, her hands were shaking, even her heart was shaking, almost jumping out of her chest. There was no one in front of the window on the couch, only the bean paste-colored gauze dress fluttering in the wind, like an outstretched hand, begging for help. In the corner beside the bed, a servant girl huddled and wept. "Where's the nightshade?" Yan Wei asked eagerly. At this moment, she didn't care about honorific titles or etiquette. She only wanted that person, the gentle and obedient nightshade. The palace maid stopped sobbing, raised her head, she was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and her face was full of childishness: "Princess...His Royal Highness has gone to the furnace, but this servant can't stop..." Yan Wei stomped her feet, turned around and was about to leave, but she heard the servant girl say again: "My servant... my servant is afraid, I dare not throw myself into the water... this servant is guilty..." I saw Zhumeng turned around, took out the poison from her bosom, put it in the hand of the little palace maid, and said: "If someone insults you, just swallow it, and you can go away quietly, it doesn't hurt at all. ...If no one insults you, live well!" After speaking, she turned around and helped Yan Wei up. "The servants have issued an order that all maidservants will commit suicide..." The voice of the little maidservant was trembling, as if she was extremely frightened. "Whose order?" Yan Wei turned around and asked. "I don't know..." The servant girl shook her head and replied. "No matter who ordered it, if there is a chance of survival, don't die!" Yan Wei turned and left after finishing speaking.