The bloodshot at the corners of Duan Jianghuo's mouth became more and more, as if an unstoppable spring water slipped from the corners of his mouth, and the red spring water dripped on the ground and on his clothes, dyeing a shocking landscape painting. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info But they could only watch from the sidelines, watching him slowly die.

He slowly opened his mouth, and the color of blood emitted a strange smell of blood in his mouth, as if it immediately filled the entire room, "I don't regret it, I don't regret it...... I owe her, and I can never pay it back......," the bleak smile appeared on his lips again, and with a clear cough, blood gushed out again.

"Duan Jianghuo ......" Yan Song looked at him, but he didn't dare to move forward, her heart was very uncomfortable, although she couldn't say it, but this feeling was really heartwarming, she knew that Duan Jianghuo couldn't live, but she was happy for him at the same time, he could finally be freed, and finally didn't have to live hard in this world.

"You, you're doing a great job!" yes, and in the end she could only say something that seemed comforting. But Yan Song still didn't dare to face death, she closed her eyes, not daring to look at his final death.

Duan Jianghuo looked at the two of them, the light in his eyes slowly dimmed, he probably didn't want to live like this fake anymore, because he was too tired, too tired.

"Yan, Miss Yan...... Thank you...... I, when I die, please bury me and Anko together, and the willow tree by the river will soon be floating again, and then we will be buried under the oldest willow tree, which is where we first met......"

Yan Song nodded, looking at him with a smile on his face, "Don't worry, I will promise you." Yu Qian paid attention to the tears in the corners of her eyes, in fact, she was really able to cry, she always liked to cry when she parted, but she liked to laugh when she cried, but that kind of laughter made her feel distressed every time.

"Don't worry, I'll promise you this, but about Gong Lianyu, I hope you can really think about it again!" "Yu Qian still wants to know the whereabouts of Gong Lianyu, although the saint doesn't know Duan Jianghuo's identity now, but the flow of wind in the palace may also die because of this.

Duan Jianghuo's eyes were completely closed, and he didn't say anything about the whereabouts of the palace scale jade and closed his eyes like this. His body sat on his knees, more like he was atoning for his sins, as if he were saying to pay it back.

"Let's go!" Yu Qian wanted to gently put her on the shoulder, but for a while, she finally didn't hold back her tears, and it suddenly welled up in front of him. He didn't learn to comfort others, he just gently touched her head like Concubine De comforted him when he was a child.

She suddenly looked at him with wide eyes like a frightened kitten. Her red eyes were bloodshot, and she was so ugly. But despite this, Yu Qian continued to gently caress her head.

Yu Qian may not know how unbearable this simple action is for Yan Song, she suddenly felt that the person in front of her was Xuan Qi. It's the Xuanqi who was willing to steal food for him when he was a child. But this idea didn't last long, she remembered Duan Jianghuo's words before he died, the king is always selfish and cold, and he will become like that after all.

Duan Jianghuo died like this, and Yude was very surprised to know about it, although he didn't want to bury An Ji at the same time as him, but Linglong was moved for a long time, and he could only let Yu Qian take An Ji's body and leave.

And Yu Qian and Yu Yao did not bring Concubine De back to Yudu, maybe in this town, Concubine De can really live, which can be regarded as the only good news that came out this time.

"Your Highness, what Duan Jianghuo is talking about should be this tree!" Fengchen searched back and forth a few times, and finally found the old willow in Duan Jianghuo's mouth, but in this early spring, it was still a bare tree trunk, and it looked a little desolate.

"Find a few people to dig a hole here. In order not to destroy the roots of the old poplar tree, Yu Qian deliberately moved the position outward.

He caught a glimpse of Yan Song on the side with a little sadness in his eyes, remembering that Duan Jianghuo liked Yan Song very much before, but now that Duan Jianghuo is dead, she should be very heartbroken!

"Okay, this person is also buried, which can be regarded as an explanation to my father!"

Yan Song raised his eyes and looked at him, "Explain?"

The corners of Yu Qian's mouth hooked, and he turned to look at the calm water surface like a mirror, "No, I found it, but I was preempted by someone and killed people." ”

"Your Highness is saying that you want to use the deaths of An Ji and Duan Jianghuo to push everything on the dead assassin. ”

"It's not pushing, there is indeed another force that wants to get the palace scale jade, but it is definitely not my father. Therefore, it makes perfect sense. If everyone knows that Gong Liangyu is still in this world, it will not only be a flowing wind, but also involve many people. ”

It's really ridiculous to say, this palace scale jade was originally an immortal artifact, but now it has killed so many people. Indeed, if such a thing is really released, it may cause many waves.

"Your Highness!" was halfway through the dust, and suddenly hurried over.

"What's the matter?"

"There's something buried under the old willow tree?"

The two of them looked at each other suddenly, and at the same time a light flashed, and rushed towards the place where the old willow tree was. Originally, I thought that Duan Jianghuo's words were just a superficial meaning, but if there was something buried under the old willow tree, could it be what they were looking for?

From the wooden box that has just been dug out of the soil, there is still a smell of earth, but wiping off the soil stains on it, it can be seen that this wooden box is exquisitely made, and it should not be an ordinary thing.

"Your Highness, do you think this is ......" Yan Song didn't dare to say it, because she was a little afraid to say it, before she thought that Gong Liangyu would disappear from the world, and she was relieved. But if this thing was really the treasure of immortality, what choice would Yu Qian make? She was a little scared, afraid that the originally simple Xuan Qi would become the ruthless emperor in Duan Jianghuo's mouth.

Yu Qian still opened the box, and sure enough, there was a pale cyan jade lying quietly in this box, with an irregular shape and a natural color, this should be the palace scale jade that had been missing for ten years.

Yu Qian carefully took it out, held it in the palm of his hand, and suddenly felt a cold qi enter the body, as if flowing from the blood veins of the whole body, and finally reached the heart, and suddenly felt relaxed and happy.

"This is really a treasure!" Yu Qian was probably surprised at first, but he never made any expression of joy, on the contrary, his brows furrowed together, a little worried.

"What is Your Highness going to do with this treasure now?

Yu Qian smiled, "Naturally, such a treasure can't continue to be buried in the soil to glow, according to the original plan, bring it back to the Jade Capital." ”

Yan Song looked at his eyes, it turned out that he still couldn't give up such a treasure, could it be that immortality was so important in his eyes? What would happen if he abandoned all these things? Wouldn't it be easier to live?

Xuan Qi, you have really changed.

"Your Highness, why don't you bury this palace scale jade at all?" On the way back to the jade capital, Fengchen asked him this.

He just looked ahead with a faint look, "Buried, do you know how many people are eyeing us on this trip." If you bury it now, someone will take it out the next moment. Rather than fall into the hands of the wicked, it is better to hand it over to the court. ”

Fengchen nodded, "But--in this way, Miss Yan, I misunderstood Your Highness?"

"Then let her continue to think like this, anyway, after returning to the Jade Capital, you can't let her return to the Imperial City. His eyes still fell on the front, Fengchen didn't understand it originally, but looking at the clear eyes of Miss Yan on the carriage in front of him, he seemed to know something, and didn't continue to ask.