"You deliberately pretended to be me to approach her, showing off your knowledge, power and considerate like a peacock spreading her tail. She was only twelve or thirteen years old, and she could not escape this kind of gentle killing. Her heart was naturally hooked by you. On the one hand, she couldn't help but resist. After tossing and turning, the deep roots of love could not be extricated, and suddenly realized that everything was fake!" Feng Xiaoya shook her head and sighed, "This is how my ninth lady killed her Yulang because of love and hatred. Xie Changyan just wanted to break off the engagement, which was already very generous."

Zhanghua finally looked away from the wine and stared at Feng Xiaoya: "I haven't asked yet, you even marry a female prisoner. What kind of hobby is this?"

"When His Majesty ascended the throne, did he forgive her sins? When I married her, she was already a good man."

"Then talk about your Eleventh Lady. She is not a good man, right?"

Now it was Feng Xiaoya's turn to stop talking and stared at the orchid leaves in her hand intently.

Zhanghua's hand holding the cup tightened, as if he was hesitating, but finally said: "The reason why I gave up is more or less because of her."

Feng Xiaoya looked up in surprise.

"On the snowy moonlit night, I took Changyan to Xingchuan. I... saw her there."

Feng Xiaoya sat upright on the table, straightened her back and her legs together, and even her hair was stretched tightly by invisible force, without moving at all. Only the orchid leaf that once made the sound of nature suddenly fell off from his hands for some reason, unable to resist the fate of falling leaves returning to the roots, and returned to the grass.

"A glance at her, but I can be sure that it was her. I knew you were looking for her and immediately chased her. As a result, not only did you not chase anyone, but Chang Yan was assassinated."

Feng Xiaoya seemed to be stationary and motionless.

"But that assassination was strange. He only tied a trippy rope on the road, and the person did not show up. Although there was ice on the ground at that time, at the speed of the carriage and the angle of the trippy rope, at most people fell back and forth, which might not be fatal. It seemed that he was just saying hello to the future queen and giving him a warning - does it look like your Eleventh Lady's style?"

"This is not enough to conclude that Qiu Jiang did it."

Zhanghua turned around and walked to a row of wooden racks. There were a lot of debris and a few boxes on it. He pulled out the box at the bottom and opened it. There were dozens of black cocoons neatly placed inside. Those chrysanthes who failed to break through the cocoon and died inside would eventually become like this.

This thing appears in the Butterfly House, which is normal.

But Zhanghua picked up the left and bottom one, turned it around, and turned it away, revealing a very thin and dense silk strip.

Feng Xiaoya's face was not surprised, and obviously she did not see her first. She immediately reached out to take the silk strip and opened it, and wrote a sentence inside: "There is a female guest in the long room on the 9th day of the 12th month. The host asked about the incident of the assassination, and the guest recognized her smile."

Feng Xiaoya's pupils were shrinking, and her originally pathological and pale face showed a rare transparency in the sun, and the blue meridians below could be seen.

"This was just sent by the secret agents placed in my aunt's house in the morning. I'm about to know you."

Feng Xiaoya's eyes narrowed slightly, as if she was stinged by the sun.

"It seems that Qiu Jiang came to Yan's purpose is not just you."

Feng Xiaoya showed a gloomy look: "Because Ruyi Gate intervenes, I want to send Xie Changyan away?"

King Yan's fingers beat rhythmically on the box filled with dead calluses, correcting: "Now it's her going to leave."

"Xie Changyan is gone, Gongshu frog is gone, I'm leaving, too." Feng Xiaoya said this and looked at Zhanghua, "Who... stayed with you?"

Zhanghua looked back at him, and the two eyes collided.

Zhanghua is one year younger than Feng Xiaoya, but looks older. His posture is relaxed, but the pressure between his eyebrows is suppressed, and restraint is revealed from his bones. Feng Xiaoya is completely opposite. His posture is very tight, sitting like a bell and standing like a loose one, because it will hurt if he doesn't do so, but his spirit is soft and scattered, like restless cotton wrapped in a square box.

However, several years ago, neither of them looked like this.

Zhanghua is the only son of the Supreme Emperor Mo Yin. He was made the crown prince since he was a child. Mo Yin was very willing to spoil him. Such a spoiled prodigal son has become a little devil who is worried about everyone. He puts sand in porridge for the eunuch to eat, hides in a tree and sees the guards passing by and pour a basin of water, and draws the horses that his father needs to use for his trip... When he was about to grow up with Adou, he suddenly encountered something at the age of six.

This incident was suppressed by Yin Yin, and the classics were burned and those who were insiders were executed, which became a secret and dusty past.

Since then, Zhanghua's personality has changed drastically.

From a arrogant and naughty child to a passionate young man who enjoys learning and improves his ambitions and prides in inheriting the great spirit of Dayan and unifying the world, he is determined to be a peerless wise ruler with the five emperors and the three kings of the land.

Then, at the age of seventeen, he really became Emperor Yan.

Then, he became restrained, serious, and deep, no longer the appearance of being frivolous and frivolous in the world.

Feng Xiaoya is the opposite of Zhanghua's growth route. She was born with a difficult fate, and she got a destined disease. She struggled in a medicine jar since she was a child, begging for a glimmer of hope. When she was ten years old, she stepped into the gate of hell. After finally returning for a lifetime, she found that fate was a big joke with him. His fiancée, who was married, was abducted by human traffickers on the way to Xingchuan to light an ice lamp for him. After ten years of tracking, when he finally found her, she had become a monster.

Because Feng Xiaoya has suffered too much since childhood, her handling of this matter is different from that of ordinary people. He set up a game to lure her into the game, and then slowly, she pulled out her sharp teeth bit by bit, combed her barbs, reshaped her character, and laid a new life for her.

This process can be seen as difficult and long, but Feng Xiaoya's guilty heart was always tight and finally calmed down because of the goal that could be implemented. The rest is just a matter of time. His time will end at any time, and maybe he can't accomplish this, but if the light is gone, if it really doesn't work, it's already dead, and he won't worry about it anyway.

Therefore, people who have experienced two different lives are now looking at each other in this little butterfly house, just like looking in the mirror, knowing everything about each other.

Thinking of this, Zhanghua turned around and picked up a clip, and plucked a brown pupa on the branch: "Do you know what the butterfly looks like before it breaks out of the cocoon?"

Before Feng Xiaoya answered, Zhanghua continued: "It will eat wildly first, then stop eating. It will be hungry for one to two days, and then excrete all the waste in its body. Then it climbs up to the branches and starts to spin silk. Before pupation, there will be a prepupa, which is to hang the chest and tail with a few silk threads, and then start molting."

Feng Xiaoya's eyes were always gelling on Zhanghua, looking a little sad.

"This process is very painful, but it is even worse later. After the cocoon is formed, the five to ten-day period of feathering is like purgatory for butterflies. Only when they are over will fins be born. If they cannot survive, they will become dead cocoons." Zhanghua picked up a dead black pupa from the leaves and put it into the box full of secret reports.

Finally, he put the box back on the shelf, turned around, and looked back at Feng Xiaoya again: "So, don't worry, I'm used to it."

I am used to being alone, used to struggling alone, and used to being pupae and feathering.

The first time, from six to sixteen, he was full of hope and aggressive, but failed.

The second time, until now, he has seen the reality clearly, knows the degree, knows how to choose, and restrains desires. This time, his thin wings are already dormant on his spine, waiting for the day when he breaks out of the cocoon. He will never allow failure again.

Therefore, let the father go, let the frog go, let Xie Changyan go, let the breeze go, let the breeze go, let the people who could not walk with him leave one by one, and there are unbending pillars on the throne covered with thorns, standing upright.

The rapid footsteps finally came again. The unbeatable King Yan raised his head and looked at the direction of the door. Through a thin door, he was already saying goodbye to someone in advance.

The sound of steps stopped, and the auspicious and clear voice of the young man sounded: "Your Majesty, thank you Changyan."

Zhanghua walked out of the Butterfly House and put on his regular clothes again under the auspicious service. There was no longer the anxiety on his face when he took off his clothes. The Butterfly House washed away the previous emotional ups and downs. When he came out, he put on the Tiantian crown and returned to the first person of the Great Yan who was destined to be.

When he walked to Zhiming Palace again, Zheng's kowtow had indeed stopped - because Xie Changyan rushed in, the first thing he did was to kneel in front of her, cover the ground with his hands, and press it against his mother's forehead.

She gasped with big mouthfuls, her cheeks were red because of running, her eyes were red and swollen, covered with blood. Her hair was bouncing in a hurry, and the cloth strap she tied was still pulled off from her clothes. I can see how hasty it was.

She glanced at Zheng with a steady look, tied up her hair, tidied up her messy clothes, and then knelt beside Zheng.

"Changyan meets Your Majesty, long live my emperor."

In short, this was the first time she had officially met the King of Yan - as a monarch and minister, but in such a terrible situation.

Zhanghua narrowed his eyes and tried his best to remain calm: "Flat."

"My son..." Zheng's forehead was broken because he knocked too many times. The green and purple piece reflected the pair of premature eyes below, showing a sad but gentle aura. "My son is still sick, so he should rest on the bed. All of it is left to my mother..."

Xie Changyan smiled at her and shook her hand: "Mother's feelings, my daughter has accepted it. But this matter of breaking up the engagement is absolutely impossible."

As soon as these words came out, Ruyi opened her eyes wide in surprise and exchanged glances with Jixiang.

In addition to being shocked, there was also a trace of inexplicable ripples in Zhanghua's heart, like the wind blowing across the river bank, urging the young buds to green.

He looked at Xie Changyan.
Chapter completed!