"You want to kill me?"
Rong Bin's eyes became alert, "I really don't understand, I have no grievances with you, why do you want to kill me?"
"Why? The empress has lived in the harem for many years, but she still thinks there is a reason for harming people?" Song Zhao stroked her temples and wrote lightly: "I don't like you, I don't like you, I don't think the emperor can share my favor with you, are these reasons? If not, then that day when the fire broke out in Zhuxia Palace, you didn't forget to plug my latch while you were running for your life, hoping that I would be burned to death. This is the reason why I want your life? "
"I......" Rong Bin couldn't argue, but she didn't want to die.
Even if the life is not as good as that of a pig or a dog, at least this life will be kept.
If her father made great contributions to the water control in the south, Yuanmu would demote her as a commoner and leave her alive for the first time in his face.
As long as she is alive, she will have a chance to stay with Zhang Nianlang again.
Song Zhao has a good view of her thoughts, and finds it ridiculous.
"You don't want to die?"
The Rong Bin sniffed, "How can I be like you, a bitch? The emperor saved my life to keep my father from controlling the water for him. As long as my father gains face in the previous dynasty, I will not be executed!"
"Is there something wrong with your head?" Song Zhao said impatiently, "I'm asking you to kill yourself now, not wait for the emperor to kill you. You were slapped and stupid, and you can't understand people?"
"Ha ha ha ha~~~joke! I will die if you let me die. What are you? You deserve to be a little noble!"
Song Zhao frowned at her?
Lord Zhang is a water control genius, but he is not the Great Yu. He has the magic needle of water control. His method of water control has traces to follow and reasons to follow. Without him, the Yuan Dynasty would not be destroyed by a mere flood. Do you think if the emperor knew that Lord Zhang knew you had an affair with Zhang Nianlang early in the morning, and secretly helped his cheap son-in-law to be promoted, what would the emperor do about it? "
How could Rong Bin think that Song Zhaolian knew so clearly about her father's secret help to Zhang Nianlang's success? She was embarrassed, and her hands could not help grasping the soil on the ground.
Song Zhao continued: "Zhang Nianlang fled to Liuzhou with his family and became a local farmer in anonymity. I'm happy to tell the emperor about these things, so that the emperor can catch him easily. At that time, your Ailang, your father, will die with you. But don't worry. On the day when your family is executed, I will burn a Xipa to cover your head, so that you can tie the knot with your Ailang on the Huangquan Road, and your father can witness it with his own eyes. Isn't it a good thing? "
"You poisonous woman! You must not hurt my father! You must not hurt Nianlang!" Rong Bin rushed forward crazily and hit the fence with her own body. "You are so vicious! I will not let you go as a ghost!"
Song Zhao puts his forefinger gently between his lips and hiss to show Rong Bin to keep quiet. "It's up to you to decide whether to hurt your father and your lover. As for whether you can't let me go if you are a ghost..."
After a moment, she smiled strangely, "If you really have that ability, I will prepare good wine and tea for you, and come to me to drink and have fun when you are alive."