Fu Nianjun, who was lying on the bed, thought that she would wake up after a sleep, but she didn't expect that as her mind gradually fell into chaos, she tried hard to open her eyes, but she couldn't do it in a daze.

She thought of one thing, what was she angry with that "Zhou Yubai" just now?

She hadn't asked him about Zhou Shaoyong yet......

After a long struggle, she could hear the voice in her ears getting louder and louder, and the strength in her body seemed to be gradually draining.

She knew she wasn't lying on the large and gorgeous bed of the Chengping Temple.

Cold, very cold.

But it's not the biting cold of winter, it seems to be because she's ......

Too much blood was shed.

Fu Nianjun finally opened her eyes, and the scene in front of her would soon remind her of the night she married into the East Palace, the night she died at the hands of Zhou Shaomin.

In the midst of the chaos, there were several janitorial guards lying on the ground, some moaning, others motionless.

Fu Nianjun lowered her head, and a black feather arrow was inserted in her chest at this time.

Scold.

She couldn't stand, and fell to her knees on the cold ground with a pop.

The veil she wore on her head fell, and her hair was scattered over her shoulders.

Fu Nianjun, who was kneeling on the ground, was very familiar with such a situation.

Once raw and twice cooked.

She's going to die again.

This feeling of being unable to breathe, losing control of heartbeat, and feeling cold all over his body was too familiar, Fu Nianjun pinched his palm and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Blood spurted down her placket, but it wasn't surprisingly unobtrusive.

It turned out that she was dressed in red.

The black feathered arrows and the red clothes shine brightly, but they are extremely beautiful.

What a similar scene, it's like the reincarnation of fate.

The only difference was that the last time it was plunged into her chest was a cold white blade.

"No—"

She heard a heart-rending shout.

It's a pity that Fu Nianjun's vision is already very blurry, is it painful?

In fact, he was unconscious.

She raised her hand to hold the feather arrow, her wrist trembled slightly, if she pulled it out like this, would she spurt blood and die?

So who the hell is so ruthless!

With the mentality that death will also be understood, she braced up all her strength and raised her eyes, among the group of officers and soldiers who were covered in blood with swords, there was a man in silver armor, and he was the owner of the roar.

He threw the golden bow in his hand to the ground, and then violently pushed away the attendant who was standing in his way.

Fu Nianjun reluctantly looked at his face, in fact, the voice just now already made her feel familiar.

Qi Zhaoruo......

It's him again......

She wasn't surprised at all.

Fu Nianjun exhaled a breath of turbidity, but the feeling of suffocation in her chest became more and more serious, her breathing was no longer light, and she no longer had the strength to resist.

In the face of death, what is there to struggle with?

Besides, it's just a dream.

She told herself over and over again in her heart that she would be freed soon, soon.

Fu Nianjun was already kneeling on the ground, and when he thought of this, he really didn't feel the need to support it, so he leaned back regardless of the strength he had exhausted.

But she was held by a pair of hands.

"Mother's ......"

Someone called her that.

Fu Nianjun turned his head sideways, and what he saw was a thin face, his cheeks were deep, his gray hair was messy and messy, and his eyes were exceptionally clear.

She had seen this person not long ago, it was Huan Ying, the internal supervisor next to Zhou Yubai.

He looked at himself with a look of great sorrow.

He has always been by his side, and Fu Nianjun finally figured it out.

It turned out that the red dress she was wearing was not her wedding dress, but the emperor's regular clothes.

It was she who pretended to be Zhou Yubai.

"Niangniang, you, why are you doing this...... Huan Ying said to her in a trembling voice: "You must hold on......! Coming soon......"

"Really?"

Fu Nianjun moved his lips and asked softly.

I don't want to get an answer.

In fact, she can almost guess the cause and effect, Qi Zhaoruo and Zhou Yubai in this dream are as intolerable as fire and water, not to mention that there is a self in the middle, Qi Zhaoruo left Beijing with a dead heart, and asked to be stationed at the border, but he holds the power of the elite Western Army, will Zhou Yubai not care about him? And Qi Zhaoruo is the same, is he willing to surrender and let others cut off his wings?

The two of them, in such a position, can easily contribute to today's scene with a single thought.

It's just a matter of resting until death.

Fu Nianjun knew that she was not a person who was willing to sacrifice herself for others at any time, and the reason why she would die would only be one: she didn't want to live anymore.

So in this dream, "Fu Nianjun", who became the queen, didn't want to live anymore.

Yes, such a cold Chengping Palace, maybe "she" can't stand it.

Zhou Yubai and Fu Nianjun, even if she doesn't want to admit it, she must recognize the reality, it turns out that they love each other like them, and they will come to such an ending.

"Forget it......"

Fu Nianjun gasped and said to Huan Ying:

"Soon I'll be able to go back......"

What she said was to go back to her own life, Huan Ying heard this, but she finally couldn't help but leave tears, and said in a trembling voice:

"Niangniang, if you can, I hope you can go back, back to the time when you were in the palace before, but you have to think about His Royal Highness the Prince, he can't live without his mother, can you hold on for a while?"

He also knew that she was going to die, and saying such things was just a last consolation for her.

Cheng'er, that child, Fu Nianjun thought of that little face, and his heart was sour.

Qi Zhaoruo, who was wearing silver armor on the opposite side, was uncontrollable like a beast at this time, and had already knocked down more than a dozen personal guards in such a short period of time, and even took their blades with his bare hands, not caring about how many wounds there were on his hands.

He's like crazy.

Seeing that he was about to be unable to hold it, he was suddenly restrained by two people who jumped out, a young man in plain clothes personally held the horse lance and slammed it on the crook of his knee, Qi Zhaoruo's left leg "clicked", broke in response, and immediately knelt on the ground on one knee.

His eyes were still red, staring at ...... who was not far away and half-lying in a pool of blood

Woman.

"Nian Jun ......"

His voice was gruff and didn't look like his.

The countless officers and soldiers around him were silent for a moment.

The famous Wuqu star in the capital, the only son of Qi and the brave and warlike General Qi, was full of tears at this time, and he still didn't notice it when he broke his leg, just looking at the "Great Song Emperor" who had just been shot by him.

The young man behind him threw away the horse lance, carried a knife, and walked towards Fu Nianjun with a smile step by step.

His face was as white as jade, but his smile was a little hideous.

Fu Nianjun saw Zhou Shaoyong again, it was Zhou Shaoyong who had completely grown into a mature man, not the naïve and boyish man with a disguise between his eyebrows and eyes.

I'm really not used to it.