"Dancing in the Floating Life Pavilion, the fragrance of peach blossom wine, I saved him under the bloody blade of the blood warrior of the Chu Kingdom......" Hun Qingchen's eyebrows trembled slightly, as if he had touched a slight end that should not be touched, and his words stopped unconsciously.

"What, you reacted? Murong Poppy is the head of the 'Bodhi Bone', and the blood technique is the secret art of the Murong family, Murong Qian will need you to save it? Leng Yueping's cold voice was like a knife, poking at the weakness of Hun Qingchen word by word, "From the beginning, it was a game!" The person who laid out the layout was not me, it was Murong Qian! ”

Wrong, in the first place, wrong! After all, she is just a chess piece, and she is just an abandoned son of Murong Qian all her life!

Hu Qingchen stood dumbfounded, his face was white for a while, and suddenly, his throat was sweet, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood. The strength that pretended to be holding on to it collapsed in an instant, and her neck was stiffened, and she leaned back stiffly.

Leng Yueping raised the silk silk, stabilized Hun Qingchen's stiff body in the air, and the ice pupils smiled, without the slightest intention of giving up: "Oh, you don't know yet, the painting that killed your Xuan'er was made by Murong Qian!" That Zhong Xuan was also too smart, knowing that Zhong Yu would be sad to see the painting that lacked him, so he tried his best to dodge, but unexpectedly he hid in the river. Oh, poor Zhongyu, he jumped into the water to save his brother, not to mention the cold, and was deaf by his mother......"

The heart that was numb to the point of light dust pain, and there was a slight rustle, as if the steps gently crushed the slag in the heart. It was she who blamed Zhongyu for mistakenly; It was she who killed Liuzhu.

"No!" Xun Qingchen struggled and shook his head, desperately grabbing the silk silk of Leng Yueping, in a vain attempt to stop Leng Yueping's rampantness, "It's you!" Leng Yueping, it's all your conspiracy! ”

"My conspiracy? Yes, I used some means. Leng Yueping Orchid turned her fingers, pulled the silk silk back, and watched Hun Qingchen fall to the ground, "But, Hun Qingchen, don't forget, I haven't forced you from beginning to end, all of this is your own choice!" You are the sinner of the ages! ”

Hun Qingchen's eyes were open in interference, hollow, little by little, devouring her last trace of resistance. It was she, in order to repay her kindness, who lost her soul; It was she, in order to save Ah Qian, who became a mortal; It was she, in order to stay together, willing to be imprisoned in the palace. Everything was done willingly, and she couldn't blame anyone else!

She is, self-inflicted, and cannot live!

All kinds of past things have pulled away the last strand of strength in her heart like a thread, and ripped off her last inch of unyielding fate.

"Leng Yueping, let's talk about a deal!" Hu Qingchen's head shrugged down, and a deep voice came out of the messy white hair, "Count, I beg you!" ”

"Oh, what deal?" Leng Yueping was extremely satisfied with Hun Qingchen's decadent posture, she stretched out her toes and kicked Hun Qingchen's knee, "Let's hear it." ”

He raised his head lightly and resolutely said: "I will exchange my life soul with you in exchange for Li Zhongyu I Chang'an!" ”

Leng Yueping looked at Hun Qingchen suspiciously: "That's it?" You take the only life soul you have, and you exchange it for this? ”

"Before you came, I originally planned to exchange Murong Qian's affection for the rest of my life's freedom, even if you didn't allow it, I think you could always agree to let me exchange my life and soul for Xuan'er's rebirth. I thought I had thought it clear, but now it seems that I am not qualified or necessary to do this! Hu Qingchen said lightly, as if he was calm after enlightenment, and just said without sadness or joy, "Xuan'er comes in love, goes in love, and has never been perfect." But Zhongyu ...... I'm not a worthy mother, it's me who owes Zhongyu! ”

"But ......"

"Murong Qian, you don't need to worry about it, you just need to help me build a Mulan Illusion." Hu Qingchen's expression was the same as before, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle and picturesque, "Ping'er, my sister's last dream, yes, fulfill your dream!" ”

Leng Yue looked at the light flutter by the window, and a layer of floating frost gradually condensed on the jade porcelain skin, and her voice was so cold that her voice was cold: "When?" ”

"Chinese New Year's Eve, New Year's Eve!"