Don’t forget your words, powerful pressure hits you. Zhou Xian, who was in the hazy light, silently chanted these four words, and the dimness around him was like a large quilt covered with overwhelming quilt covering her. He had difficulty breathing and had nowhere to escape.

She turned to look north, in the direction of Jiangning City, a kind of pressure hit her heart... Li Yu must not sleep now, he was waiting for the result of his desperate bet! In the closer place, Liu Liuyao was also waiting, and even forced himself to seize the opportunity to assassinate tonight. The four words "Don't Forget Jun Yan" were very urgent and serious reminders, because it was very risky to be transmitted, and it was not easy.

Zhou Xian's heart seemed to be tightly twisted by something. Thinking of Jiangning Mansion, Li Yu's despair and struggle, his helpless face seemed to be right in front of him, and she felt ache again; that person put everything on him, even if he did it very heartlessly, if he didn't help him, he would really die and would be doomed!

The situation on the night of parting came to Zhou Xian's mind again.

That day was the last night Zhou Xian left Jiangning Mansion. She knew that this trip was a farewell. Whether it was assassination or not, she did not think she could still return to Jiangning Mansion alive. She had been married for several years, but was given away by the person who had the deepest love. She was heartbroken. Such an ending was undoubtedly a denial of her entire life. For more than twenty years, she had given her life to Li Yu.

There will be no choice. No matter what kind of person he is, Zhou Xian has no way to deny it; and the first betrayer was not Li Yu, so she could not blame others. The one she should bear the most is herself.

She remembered that at that time, she had packed up the clothes she usually wore and things she often used for Li Yu, and told the female official who was sent in to take care of her daily life one by one. She said it very in detail.

Doing those trivial matters is also the last time she does something for Li Yu, and she will never be able to take care of his life again. After doing those things, she has completely moved into the coldness and darkness, like death.

...I have obviously made vows countless times, why did I not keep it and why did I betray it?

Two lines of clear tears slid down Zhou Xian's cheeks. She thought silently: If she hadn't given herself so easily and had not betrayed by Li Yu, Li Yu wouldn't have doubted herself that way, treating herself like that, right? She felt that she had ruined everything with her own hands!

She gritted her teeth and said silently: I hate you! Guo Shao!

Now, the suffocating despair has enveloped Zhou Xian's whole body, and her mind is in a mess. At this hopeless moment, Zhou Xian secretly made up his mind: I will die anyway, sacrifice me alone to save my sister Jiamin (Zhou Ermei); and fulfilling Li Yu's glimmer of hope can be regarded as a redemption for the unforgettable love that once was.

Sacrifice means giving out one's own life and soul, which shows devotion to a certain kind of god.

Zhou Xian raised his sleeves, wiped his face hard, and wiped away his tears. She felt that she had never been so brave in her weak life. She calmed down, gently stretched her hand to her hair, pulled out a golden hairpin, and held it tightly in her hand.

When Guo Shao falls asleep, a golden hairpin can kill him!

Kill him! He also buried him with him. After he died, he might finally be relieved. Zhou Xian felt really tired and exhausted from the bottom of his heart.

...After a long time, it was already late at night. Zhou Xian didn't hear any movement outside, but there was still light outside the curtain. Perhaps the person was sleeping with the lights. She walked forward timidly and walked towards the curtain. When she moved a little, she found that her legs were sore and numb. It was because she stood there for too long.

The light that penetrated into the gap in the curtain was hazy, and the light was like a color of dust. Zhou Xian seemed to have seen the underworld. He walked through a long black road with black and white impermanence, and then saw the slightly open door of the fearful underworld. There were ghosts, unknown horror, and dark and deserted light in the door, where there was no return.

Zhou Xian didn't make any sound, and walked behind the crack and leaned over to look. Suddenly, he saw a young man still sitting in front of the desk. He was not asleep yet! When was this time? Why was Guo Shao still staying up late?

In the fire, Guo Shao opened his mouth and yawned, gently placed the brush in his hand on the inkstone, and got up.

Zhou Xian thought to himself: He is going to bed now?

Unexpectedly, Guo Shao had no intention of leaving the seat. He just turned around to look at the drawings hanging on the wooden shelf next to him. He stretched out his finger and stroked them carefully and slowly somewhere on the drawings.

Zhou Xian was stunned for a moment. He had never seen a man with such eyes. Guo Shao's eyes were a little tired, which made him look a little pitiful, but his eyes were particularly focused, and even gave people a feeling of affection. He was not looking at the map, but examining the mountains and rivers of China with emotion... Zhou Xian couldn't help but distracted: How would a woman feel if she was looked at by such eyes?

At this moment, a general suddenly moved at the door and lifted the thick cloth at the door of the tent, which scared Zhou Xian.

The general coughed carefully and softly. When Guo Shao turned his head, he bent down and said, "Lord, Zuo Shaoqing asked for a meeting overnight."

Guo Shao turned around and looked here. Zhou Xian felt nervous again, worried that he would find that he was not sleeping. Guo Shao whispered: "Let him come in and tell him to speak in a low voice, and the people inside might be asleep."

When Zhou Xian heard such caring words, a mixed smell suddenly ejaculated in his heart, which was very uncomfortable. Guo Shao was still worried about himself.

Soon, the civil servant Zuo You walked into the tent. He looked like a young man from Qingyuan who was less than 30 years old. Zhou Xian used to the same car when he went to the riverside. Zuo You came in alone without any etiquette at all, and said in a deep voice: "Lord, you must not live here tonight."

Guo Shao frowned and said, "Didn't I order Lu Chengyong not to be rash? What I say in the army has no prestige?"

Zuo You said: "If the lord thinks that the position of humbleness will be disobeyed, he will be killed happily."

The two men immediately looked at each other, and Zuo You did not avoid Guo Shao's gaze. Zuo You said again: "If the lord insists on doing this, cut off my head, put it beside your bed, and stare at you overnight."

Guo Shao sighed: "You are arrogant because of your favor. I know I can't do anything to you, right?"

Zuo You said: "It's just that I can't figure it out, and it's definitely not intentional disobedience."

Guo Shao whispered: "I trust that woman, don't worry, when did I miss the truth?"

When Zhou Xian heard this, he realized another problem: the reason why he had the opportunity tonight was entirely because of Guo Shao’s trust! This kind of trust was the courage to entrust his life with his life.

Zhou Xian felt a chuckle in his heart, feeling that he had really misjudged Guo Shao before... She thought that a person who climbed up from a humble identity would use any means to value everything he had already obtained; but the facts were completely opposite. It is not surprising that a person who had nothing to trust his life with his life, but when a person is at the top of a minister and the world is in control of great power, it is very strange that he can do this for a woman.

The conversation between the two was very quiet, and Zuo You frowned and said, "If you are not afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of one, let alone that woman is suspected of being a spy. Why is the lord so sure?"

Guo Shao pondered for a moment and said, "I can't hide it from you and me. That woman is Zhou Ehuang."

Zuo You looked surprised, "The Queen of the Southern Tang Kingdom?"

"That's it." Guo Shao said in his voice.

Zuo You was silent for a long time, as if he was thinking about the relationship between the two, and then said: "The Zhou Hou was indeed a rare beauty in the world. It is not surprising that heroes love him. However, now the demise of the Southern Tang Kingdom is about to be over, and the beauty is already in his pocket. The lord likes it, and it will be easy to get into the room in the future. Why should I receive the hilt of the sword at this time?"
Chapter completed!