Su Jinli closed her eyes, but she never really fell asleep.

She couldn't help but think about what Mo Mingyuan was doing now, trying on the wedding dress, or being in love with the new queen.

Anyway, no matter what he did, he definitely wouldn't be thinking about her.

Mo Mingyuan hated her, how could he miss her so much as she did.

But at the beginning, she had no choice.

The first emperor took the life of the ink abyss to threaten her, and did not agree to leave, just waiting for the head of the ink abyss to fall to the ground.

Although he knew that An Shiyu used the military power of his neighboring country to exchange with the first emperor, just to be able to exchange her for back. But she also knew that her life was short, and the struggle was unintentional.

So, while promising the first emperor, she also put forward a condition.

She can leave, she can return to An Shiyu, but for the reason of this, she is not allowed to say a word to Mo Mingyuan.

She thought that as long as he saw himself with someone else, he should die!

After that day, her illness worsened overnight, and there was only one month left for half a year.

There was a wind blowing in the deserted yard, and I could faintly smell the aroma of acacia flowers wafting in the wind.

Su Jinli shivered coldly and opened her eyes.

An Shiyu pulled the blanket for her: "Why don't you sleep for a while." ”

Su Jinli suddenly stretched out her hand and grabbed him: "Shiyu, you can also find a girl you like!"

Hearing this, Su Shiyu's heart sank suddenly.

He endured the sourness in the corners of his eyes, and silently held Su Jinli's hand: "I'm not going anywhere, I'll accompany you." ”

Su Jinli shook her head, her eyes were already a little sloppy.

She seemed to be tired, and even turned her neck to look at the acacia very slowly.

An Shiyu knew that she didn't want to insist anymore, but his fingers clenched her hand hard.

Su Jinli smiled palely: "The day is tomorrow." ”

An Shiyu said "um" in a deep voice, tomorrow is the seventh day of the seventh month of July, the day of the emperor's wedding.

Su Jinli held on and looked at An Shiyu: "Shiyu, can you... Promise me one thing. ”

An Shiyu's eyes reddened: "I promise you, thousands of things, I promise you!"

Su Jinli closed her eyes and was angry: "Help me, give this acacia flower away... To give...... He. ”

The last word was almost so light that it was inaudible, and Su Jinli's face was serene, with her eyes closed, as if she was asleep.

But An Shiyu knew that the woman he put in his heart would never open his eyes and smile at him again!

"Jinli!" Su Shiyu muttered, kneeling on the edge of Su Jinli's wheelchair, tears raining down.

He thought that as long as he kept her by his side, he would be able to save her heart, so he took the military power in his hand to the first emperor to trade.

He thought she would hate him, hating him for tearing her apart from Mo Mingyuan.

But she just looked at him, her eyes calm: "Don't blame yourself, it's me who has a deep relationship with Mo Mingyuan, I don't blame you." ”

From then on, he vowed to do whatever it took to heal her, but she was gone.

If he had told her his intentions earlier, instead of staying by her side all the time, none of this would have happened.

She said that she was not his lover, but how did she know that from the first time he saw her, his heart could no longer tolerate the existence of a second woman.

There is still one day before the emperor's wedding, and the whole house of Anfu on the long street is plain white, and there is a white sacrificial flower hanging on the door.

Su Jinli died, right next to her favorite acacia flower on weekdays.

An Shiyu asked the whole house to wear filial piety for Su Jinli, and he personally knelt in front of the mourning hall to wait.

The subordinates were crying, seeing that the young lady could participate in the new emperor's wedding, why didn't they survive?

Xu is cry attracted many people to stop and watch, and a figure looked in the crowd for a long time, and then quietly disappeared on the way to the imperial city through the crowd.

After a long time, there was a shadow guard dressed in black kneeling in the imperial study of Mo Mingyuan.

"Shengshang, Miss Su is dead, and I am familiar with Ai and I have seen with my own eyes that the entire Anfu is wearing linen and filial piety for Miss Su. ”

A trace of shock quickly flashed in the deep eyes of the ink abyss, and in just a moment, he returned to indifference.

The cold snort full of disgust and hatred overflowed faintly, and he continued to review the folds with an expressionless face, only after pausing for a few seconds, he raised his eyes to look at the shadow guard: "Even you were deceived by her, this woman is not small." ”

This woman must not want to see his glory today, afraid that she will not be able to bear it, so she used such a clumsy excuse to excuse herself.

Did you think he would really believe she was dead?

The subordinates didn't believe it, but the subordinates sneaked into the mansion to see that there was indeed Miss Su's mourning hall and coffin. Shadow Guard added.

Mo Mingyuan put down his pen abruptly and sneered: "Don't think that you can avoid it like this, Gonggong Chen, pass the decree to Anfu, if I can't see her at the big wedding tomorrow, the entire Anfu will be beheaded!"

Gonggong Chen was startled, trembled for a moment, and immediately took the order and went to Anfu.

After the people left, Mo Mingzhou came out from behind the screen: "Brother Huang really doesn't plan to go and see it in person?"

He understands Mo Mingyuan's temperament, and the more he says something, the more he cares about it in his heart. It's just that recently, he has become more and more unable to understand him.

Mo Mingyuan suddenly slapped the table: "I am the Venerable of the Ninety-Five, how can I condescend to see her!"

Mo Mingzhou paused and stopped talking.

Mo Mingyuan picked up the pen and wanted to review the fold again, but he couldn't read a word again, and finally simply brushed his sleeves and left.

Su Jinli, this woman thinks he will go to her!

He didn't believe it at all!

Gonggong Chen, who was sent to pass the decree, could only pass the decree to An Shiyu, and when he saw An Shiyu's sad and indignant expression when he received the decree, he only felt that Miss Su was really no more.

But Mo Mingyuan's expression in the morning was vivid, and Gonggong Chen had palpitations, and he didn't dare to mention Su Jinli's death after he came back.

A day later, the new emperor got married, and the whole country celebrated.

**The solemn hall of the court was festive red, and Mo Mingyuan was wearing a yellow robe of a barefoot golden dragon, sitting on a pure gold dragon chair, but his face was a layer of coldness.

The civil and military officials were lined up on both sides, and the queen and the two rows of palace maids behind her stood outside the main hall, waiting for the sacrificial ceremony, and then walked up to the hall step by step.

At this moment, an extremely dazzling figure suddenly appeared at the gate of the palace.

The man was dressed in white, with a white forehead on his head, but in his arms, he was holding a woman in a red wedding dress.

The woman's eyes were closed, her face was serene, and she looked even more beautiful than the exquisitely dressed queen.

But there was no blood on the snow-white skin.

Everyone's eyes were immediately attracted by this figure, and they all looked in that direction, even the queen, who had been facing away from the palace gate, subconsciously turned her head to look.