Petal by petal, petal by petal, endlessly.

I am no longer myself.

She thought that her life was a viscous and muddy undercurrent, from the swirling spring was destined to pass and fade absurdly and indifferently, and those insignificant heroic dreams and sad reef whirlpools hidden in her heart were all destined to be ununderstandable.

There was a warm liquid oozing out of the corners of her eyes, and her dark eyes, which were seen by the world like elves, suddenly showed a lot of sadness. Look through the autumn water. She thought that she had reached the extreme, and there was no follow-up of cold drinks.

If she could drink, she would rather no one ever touch her heartstrings. In this way, she would not expect to have a hangover under all kinds of pain. When she is awake, the top of the mountain, the colorful clouds and red bricks, the brocade belt in white clothes, and the two sides of the strait can continue her light boat. Chi Yuan, the son of Mo, can know her mind. There is no need to ask about the prosperity and vulgarity of the world, to drink the passing years, the years are like food, and the years are like food, and the years are made to find the sun cloth, and after a thousand turns, forget each other in the rivers and lakes, even if the footsteps become a hundred maps of sewing and mending.

How could it be so desperate. Is the bet wrong? How can it be so painful, how can it be so selfish. How can they hope to look at you again after they deceive you and leave you.

"I'm no longer willful." As long as you can let me look at you. The second half of the sentence was stuck in his throat and was buried by a mouthful of blood.

In the last petal, the body has reached the limit.

Su Gurong looked at Su Zhi and burst into tears, but she couldn't see through what she was thinking. Her whole face was covered in blood, and her whole face was as white as new. Tears wash the eyes like an abyss. The light in his eyes faded little by little.

As if he had been grabbed by someone, he Su Gurong led the troops to fight at the age of fifteen. The nation trembled at the sight of his name. At the age of seventeen, he controlled half of the court, and even his father couldn't help it. At the age of twenty, he was named the prince, but he was ready to ascend the throne. He is not inferior to Lian Chi Yuan. But it was so unbearable in her eyes.

She would rather kill herself little by little than beg him. He didn't want to look up at him. How ruthless is she? Being able to go down from Qishan alone, and being able to stir up Ishihara after the Fengtian Fortress is prosperous and chaotic can make Lian Chiyuan fall in love, and let Lian Xuan chase after him regardless of his life. He was able to leave Lian Chi Yuan without blinking, and when his body was already emaciated, he also released the poison of his own blood gem at one time.

What the hell did she think? Who the hell is she.

A little handmaiden.

Finally, the petals were gently pulled out before the body was overdrawn and died. The soul locking stone in his hand faintly glowed red as he fell down.

"Seven. Antidote. Su Gurong caught Su Zhi's fallen body and shouted.

Seven broke through the door and handed the antidote. Smelling the bloody smell in the house, he frowned slightly, and when he lowered his eyes and saw the dream, his heart was shocked. He has killed countless people, but he has never seen a person who can torture himself like this, no one is a ghost, and people are not ghosts, which makes people look terrifying. Especially women.

It's just miserable, it's terrible. How did she endure it?

Su Gurong put the antidote into his mouth and used internal force to cross into his body. Watching the soul stone in her hand gradually fade away, she breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't know when he was already sweating profusely, and his heart was throbbing. It wasn't until that breath came out that I realized that I was ridiculously nervous than I had been sleeping. It's as if the person who dies for a lifetime is himself.

Maybe he knew that although there was a soul locking stone, the poison of the blood gem could actually penetrate into her body, and if it was because of the death of the blood gem, the soul locking stone would not be able to lock her soul. The poison of the blood gem was too cold, and the red light from the soul locking stone refused to prevent the soul from leaving the body, and it also resisted her soul from entering.

"Your Highness, the border between Xigu and Fengtian has been chaotic, if His Highness ascends the throne in the near future and quells the border, it will greatly increase my morale in Fengtian." Road Seven.

Su Gurong held Su Zhi in his arms, lowered his head and scrubbed the corners of her eyes. He had never longed, and for the first time, he was so eager for the person in his arms to open his eyes. If he could open his eyes, he would not have tormented her like this, and this time her gradual demise made him not move his face, but his heart was surging. He wanted to imprison her and conquer her.

"How's my father doing?" Su Gurong's fingers gently caressed Su Zhi's delicate cheeks, and his voice became soft.

"The emperor has recently committed another old disease, and I am afraid it will be difficult to persevere." The seventh number is a serious way.

I felt like I had a long dream.

The wounds on his body gradually healed, his pale face gradually reddened, and he breathed weakly. Su Gurong's heart jumped suddenly, as if he had been reborn like Su Zhi. Unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth, "Then go and send your father on the road." ”

Seven lowered his eyes. "Subordinates obey."

Su Gurong asked people to make the bed again, and then gently put Su Zhi on the bed. I changed my clothes and walked out of the house with a smile. "No one is allowed to come in and disturb her."

"The slave obeys."

The empty palace of the prince. Resplendent with red candles. The dark red incense wood burned section after section. The bronze mirror reflects the light, burying the shadows of the trees on the window in a faint halo.

It was like a gust of wind, and the window opened slightly, and the moonlight shone in.

The empty palace of the prince. Resplendent with red candles. The dark red incense wood burned section after section. The bronze mirror reflects the light, burying the shadows of the trees on the window in a faint halo.

It was like a gust of wind, and the window opened slightly, and the moonlight shone in.

I stopped the long dream, and was poured into the light of the light of the light that permeated the tip of my nose.

"Ahh

It seemed that someone was whispering softly, a familiar call that seeped into the bone marrow.

The big red carvings hovering over the bed still had some undried blood stains. The candlelight flickered and flickered. On the polished transparent green wood carved screen, a peacock feather shines.

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her fingers closed one by one. The window was wide open, and the wind poured in, blowing out the red candles by the window, and the tears of the stars and candles dripping on the wax table struggled to condense into dry cough crystals.

The soul stone on his wrist lit up under the futon, and he finally opened his eyes slowly as if he had just woken up from a dream. The curtain of eyes lifted slightly, and every second was almost suffocating.

Lian Chiyuan was dressed in a black night robe, and her delicate and sculptural face looked particularly unreal under the halo. Like an immortal descending from the sky, gilded.

He was half-kneeling and crouched in front of the bed. She kept rubbing her long hair wet with sweat and blood, and one hand was self-sufficient to overcome her own internal force.

Su Zhi looked at the person in front of him with his eyes open, and he was so stunned that he didn't even dare to tremble his eyelashes, afraid that this dream would be broken by himself.

Seeing that Lian Chiyuan was stunned, he had no choice but to have nowhere to vent his heart. I only feel sour like drinking thousands of yellow lotus.

"I'm late."

Su Zhi's eyes quickly turned red, and he couldn't remember any pain anymore. Cautiously tentatively stretched out her trembling fingers and stroked Lian Chiyuan's face, and the warm touch told her that it was true. The person in front of her is real. It's true.

Could it be that her wish has come true? Could it be that God really cared for her like that?

"Is it true?" With his eyes open and tears, he would rather blur his vision than blink, for fear that he would disappear in the blink of an eye.

"Really."

"You're crazy, do you know where this is? This is the Fengtian Prince Palace. For the first time in so many years, like a child, he pursed his lips that had dried up. What began as a desire to see him turned into an endless fear. If someone learns that Lian Chiyuan is here, with Su Gurong's temperament, he will definitely do his best to exterminate it.

Lian Chiyuan reached out and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. The long sleeves stroked her cheek and draped her over her chest. Leaning low, audible from each other's breath, ignoring the words he had stopped, only staring deeply into her eyes, "He hurt you so much." The tone was cold.

He was stunned when he looked at the pair of pitying and noisy eyes, but at hand, his breath was hot and moist on his cheeks, and the roots of his ears suddenly became hot. Lian Chiyuan now looked like someone had robbed her beloved.

"It's me."

Su Zhi wanted to deflect his head, but was controlled by Lian Chiyuan's palm.

"Can I excuse him when you're doing it?" Playful temptation.

"I can't." I don't want to blurt it out.

The corners of Lian Chiyuan's mouth twitched, and he laughed lightly, and his handsome face lowered a point again, "Do you miss me?" ”

Bang. Su Zhi suddenly opened his eyes wide, and this sentence came like five thunderbolts. Like a boiled crab, even the eyes are almost red all over the body. The palms of his hands were soaked with sweat.

Lian Chiyuan gently held up her head, lowered her head and rubbed the corners of her mouth against the corners of her mouth, "Haven't you always been afraid of heaven and earth, claiming to be a promising young woman in the 21st century?" ”

Sudden heat. Su Zhi only felt that his head was congested, what was he doing? Her indifferent and arrogant, always one-sided senior brother, what are you doing?

"Don't you like me? Well? ”

The harp that wants to turn low is like a bell that shakes the sky, like a call from the abyss.

"Me." Weak breathing.

Only lightly lingered on the lips for half a moment, and there was no transgression.

"You're not wrong at all. I've changed. A slightly hoarse voice.

Su Zhi was still immersed in it, and he didn't understand the meaning of Lian Chiyuan's expression at all. only showed the expression of a little daughter-in-law, and did not dare to look at him directly.