Yang Fugong drank the poisoned wine, and he said to Tang Xizong: "Why did the emperor destroy the Great Wall. Ψ Ψ Ψ"

Tang Xizong is worthy of being a polo genius, and he has been dealing with people all the year round, and his skills are still flexible, he jumped back and said, "Where is Li Shunjie?" ”

Li Shunjie rushed out from behind, and he took a group with him

The killers in Hexi, they stepped forward together to surround Yang Fugong.

Yang Fugong smiled and said, "The old man refers to the master of the Xuan Realm, and it would be too child's fun for you to use these bastards against me." ”

Yang Fugong used his internal force to force out the poisonous wine, and he said: "Just relying on you deflated three is like killing the Sprinkle family, it's just a dream." ”

Li Shunjie took the killers in Hexi, and he said: "Yang Fugong old thief, since you have been condemned by the Son of Heaven, then you can be captured, why do you still resist?" ”

Yang Fugong said: "Joke, who did you get into your brain, don't think that I have also entered the water like you, just because you want to deal with me?" Where is Yang Shouliang? ”

Yang Shouliang appeared in the palace with a group of elites of the Tiance Army who obeyed Yang Fugong.

Yang Fugong said: "The Sprinkle family has long known that something is wrong with you, kill them for me, and if the faint monarch resists, you will solve it for me together." Yang Shouliang's troops immediately fired arrows, while Li Shunjie's troops returned fire with crossbow arrows.

The two sides are in a mess, and there is no winner or loser. Tang Xizong took advantage of the chaos and fled to a safe place, and he ordered Li Shunjie to immediately kill Yang Fugong.

However, Li Shunjie's troops were only tied with Yang Shouliang's army.

Tang Zhangwei learned from the Intelligence Department that Tang Xizong wanted to make a move on Yang Fugong, he said: "Yang Fugong is a relatively easy opponent to deal with, if we change another powerful character, maybe we will have to spend more energy to deal with them." ”

Who's here? "It seems to be Grandchamp," she asked. ”

"Yes, ma'am, it's me," replied the old man, taking off his hat and revealing his gray hair, humbly and sadly.

"Grandchamp, you! Yes! My God! My hunch was right, my father died! ”

"Yes, ma'am," replied Granchamp, forgetting all that Remy had told him, "yes, Meridore no longer has a master. ”

Madame's face was pale and cold, but she was motionless and very determined, and she withstood the blow unwaveringly.

Seeing that Madame was so submissive and so sad, Remy walked up to her and gently took her hand.

"How did he die?" Madame asked; "Say it, my friend."

"Madame, a week ago, Monsieur Baron, who never left his armchair again, suffered a third stroke. He was able to stammer, call your name one last time, never speak again, and died that night. ”

Diana made a gesture of thanks to the old servant, and, without saying a word, went upstairs back to her bedroom.

"She's free now," said Remy in a low voice, his expression more melancholy and paler than Madame's, "come, Grandchamp, come."

Madame's bedroom was on the second floor, behind a small room with a view of the street, and the light from the bedroom came in through a small window that opened into the courtyard.

The furnishings of this room are dark but luxurious, and the walls are hung with Arras draperies, the most beautiful of the time, on which the rest of the crucifixion is woven into it.

A carved oak kneeling stool, a statue of the same wood and carved of the same work, a bed with spiral pillars and the same draperies as the wall, and finally a Bruges carpet on the floor, are all that is decorated in this bedroom.

Not a single flower, not a single piece of jewelry, not a single gilded ornament; Wood and polished iron replaced gold and silver; A black wooden picture frame hung in a corner of the bedroom, and in the frame was a portrait of a person shining through the window, apparently opened on the wall to illuminate it.

The lady knelt down in front of the figure, her heart full of sorrow, but her eyes were dry.

With an indescribable, loving look, she looked at the inanimate figure for a long time, as if the noble figure would come to life to answer her.

It is indeed a noble portrait, and the word noble seems to have been created specifically for it. The painter depicts a young man between twenty-eight and thirty years of age, lying on a couch with a few drops of blood running down his slightly open chest, one of his hands, his right hand, badly wounded and drooping, but still holding half a sword in his hand.

His eyes were closed like a dying man. The pale complexion and anguished expression gave his countenance a holy character, which only appears on the face of man when he leaves the world and goes to eternity.

As a full description, as a full inscription, under the portrait you can see letters as red as blood that read:

Aut Coeser aut nihil (Latin, meaning: 'Be Caesar or do nothing.')

Madame opened her arms to the figure, as if speaking to God, and said to him, "I have asked you to wait, in spite of the longing of your angry soul," she said, "for the dead see everything, my beloved, you have seen that I am barely alive only so that I do not become a murderer of my father, and if you die, I should die, but if I die, I will not keep my father alive."

"Besides, you know, I made a wish by pointing to your bloody corpse, and I swore that I would return blood for blood, and death for death. But then I put the blame on the gray-haired head of the venerable old man who called me a naïve child.

"You have waited, thank you, my dear, you have waited, now that I am free, the chains that last bound me to the world have just been broken by God, thank God that I now belong to you completely. There is no excuse, no more obstruction, I can act in broad daylight, because after I die, there is no one left in this world, and I have the right to leave this world. ”

She knelt on one leg and kissed the hand that seemed to hang out of the frame.

"Friend," she said, "you will forgive me for not having tears, for these eyes which you love so much, they have wept again and again before your grave, and have long since dried up.

"In a few months, I will come to you, and then you will answer me, dear ghost, I have spoken to you so many times, and I have never received an answer from you." Diana said this, as if she had finished speaking to God, and stood up respectfully, and went over to sit down on the oak kneeling stool.

"Poor father!" She spoke quietly, in a cold tone and with an expression that no living person would have.

Then she fell into a deep melancholy contemplation, as if she had forgotten all the pain in front of her and the pain of the past. Suddenly, she stood up and pressed one hand on the arm of her armchair.

(End of chapter)