Depressed streets.

The officers and soldiers who followed him were all amazed by this woman's perseverance, and if she didn't faint to death in an ordinary person, she wouldn't be able to move for half a minute.

Only then did I realize how painful it must have hurt every step of the legs that the mermaid had exchanged with her own throat. Like stepping on the edge of a knife. For the sake of his beloved, he would rather turn into a bubble after severe pain.

However, she didn't want to turn into a bubble, she wanted to stand with him after all kinds of severe pain.

To be able to have a height high enough to stand with him. But where is he? If you see her like this, will it still hurt your heart, and will you twist a spoonful of honey for her and make a cup of warm tea?

Will she still touch her eyebrows with her fingertips when tears are raining down in her heart, telling her not to cry. Tell her that the sky is falling and she still has him.

She still has him. So she doesn't hurt. Not at all, it doesn't hurt.

It's like a century. When he came to the prince's palace, all his strength was exhausted. He knelt on the ground with a crisp sound from his knees.

"Girl." The officers and soldiers who followed couldn't help but exclaim.

"Adults don't have to worry. It's late at night, and you don't have to watch the slave here, because the slave and the maid should be punished. ”

With a slight sigh, one of the officers and soldiers couldn't help but persuade him, "The girl is a newcomer to the errand, this princess is naturally restless, but she is extremely loved by His Royal Highness. The emperor is seriously ill, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is inevitably anxious. The girl endured it and passed. ”

She was so strong that she couldn't hear others shouting at her, and the tip of her nose was sour, "Thank you for your teaching." ”

Compared with the luxury of the prince's palace, it is more like a rose soaked in blood, blooming sadly on the wall of this deep palace. A cadre of maid guards guarding the prince's palace couldn't help but look at Su Zhi twice when he saw it. Pity, mockery, all kinds of looks.

The red candle in the prince's palace refused to be extinguished.

Su Zhi stroked his chest, the delicate dagger that he had buried for a long time, the arc of which was frosted on his fingertips. He raised his head slightly and looked at the sky.

Forgive me for folding the spring breeze and March peach blossoms into lonely green bamboo and green leaves, and grinding one of your golden daggers into the pale cinnabar marks on my chest. Be quiet, my heart is crying with boiling thoughts, and I want to pour all the thoughts that are on the verge of collapse into the tea scriptures you taught me. Drink another cup of Xiao Xiao after dusk.

Zhu lips lightly opened, "The night is far away, the sun is far away, the curtain is dark, but the words are indifferent as if unintentional, and the encounter is interrupted, the intention is still broken by the evening rain, the corners of the clothes are slightly floating mud, but the broken words seem to be whispering, the sunset is chasing the world behind the film, the silence is light and waiting for the rain, the gap occasionally shows the clues, the throat waving only is not allowed, it is difficult to know, the world changes, and the evening rain is chasing the sunset." ”

It seems to sense the heartbreaking tune of the long-awaited stop. The sky, which was still slightly starry, gradually accumulated heavy dark clouds. The drizzle lasted for less than half an hour.

I can't speak, I can't vent, I can't grieve, I can't be disappointed. can only take the most breathless strength, make a good song of what he thinks, and sing it softly.

And Su Gurong, who was only separated from Su Zhi, was dressed in a faded uniform, and the silver cup in his hand was almost deformed by the strength of his fingertips.

She couldn't stop singing, and his strength didn't wane.

Finally, the silver cup in his hand was spilled on the table. Suddenly got up and kicked the door of the prince's palace to smash it.

The maidservant outside the door was so frightened that she knelt on the ground. Su Gurong strode forward, and the maidservant who followed opened the paper umbrella and wanted to cover his head. With a wave of his palm, the paper umbrella shattered and turned white.

"His Royal Highness the Prince."

"Get out."

The rain was getting heavier, and there was a dull sound on the underside. His coarse clothes were soaked, and blood flowed all over the ground. She knelt in the center like a red lotus. After stopping her singing, she raised her pale face and looked at Su Gurong.

The rain slid down his face, and he looked at her with calm eyes. She looked at him too.

Heaven and earth are silent.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, please take care of your body, it is raining heavily outside, please go back and rest. If the slave and maid disturb it, the slave and maid will not sing. After a long time, he spoke softly.

Her pupils were drenched with rainwater, flowing down the corners of her eyes. The blood stained on his body seemed to merge with the rain, and it was difficult to leave.

"I want to kill you." He didn't need to be honorific, he didn't answer her words, he still kept his narrow eyes and hated her to the core.

It's like she hates him the same way. It's just that one speaks coldly, and the other smiles like smoke.

She didn't answer, her eyes turned to look outside the deep palace, there were her dreams outside, and her heroes. And her unfinished dreams.

"Please. And I let you go. Su Gurong's robe was lifted, half of his legs were bent, and he squatted in front of Su Zhi.

"Please?" Su Zhi raised the corners of his mouth and couldn't help but laugh softly. Kick your nose in the face. Where did this Su Gurong come from.

"If the slave begs you to balance the dissatisfaction in your heart, and can ease your strong self-esteem and superiority, then it is not impossible for the slave to beg reluctantly."

Su Gurong's eyes deepened and deepened, "What did you say?" ”

"The slave maid is saying that the prince is looking for what the slave maid is looking for, and the slave and maid are afraid that there is no one."

It's a good one, a slave and a slave, but it's arrogant and very able to speak.

With a big hand, he held his dreams in his arms. Turn around and walk towards the Prince's Palace.

Touching the wound, he sweated from the pain, thinking of Su Gurong's last kiss, he struggled despite the dizziness in front of him.

"Your Highness, what are you going to do?"

"Want to see what you can find in you."

Looking for your sister. I want to kill you.

Chamber.

The quick-eyed little father-in-law had already installed a curtain on the door that Su Gurong had kicked and broken.

Su Gurong threw Su Zhi on the bed without knowing the slightest pity for the fragrance and jade. The light silk on the bed heated up under the scorching heat. It was dark in front of her eyes, but she had always been more difficult to kill than Xiaoqiang, so she got up and was about to get out of bed.

"It's tenacious." Su Gurong leaned over and clasped Su Zhi's wrist with one hand, and ripped the coarse linen clothes on her body with the other hand. Only the tattered and obscene clothes soaked in blood rain were left.

I couldn't sit still, and the buttocks that were scolded by the cane were already rotten. He could only support the bed with one hand and protect the dirty clothes with the other, and looked at Su Gurong with cold eyes, "You dare to move." ”

When had Su Gurong been provoked like this, he couldn't help but laugh, "If I move, what can you do with me?" The words fell and stroked Su Zhi's waist and pulled her towards himself.

Within easy reach. The more Su Gurong looked at Su Zhi's face, the more he felt tightened. Especially those eyes that he loved and hated so much.

I don't care about you. I only felt that my head was dizzy, and I couldn't care about the overall situation anymore. Stretching out her foot and kicking, she took out the dagger she had never used from her dirty clothes when Su Gurong was on guard.

Open your mouth and bite off the scabbard and stab forward.

Su Gurong had already penetrated the long-awaited action, turned sideways to dodge the dagger of the long-awaited stop, and reached out to shoot it down. The golden knife fell to the ground. I don't want to give up. Still trying to struggle.

Su Gurong stretched out his hand and threw away the scabbard on Su Zhi's mouth, dragged her head and said viciously, "Lian Chiyuan really protects you, and even dares to give you the blood-drinking knife." Just waiting to assassinate Prince Ben, right? ”

I didn't care what Su Gurong was talking about, and I just wanted to break free from Su Gurong's shackles. If the hard one doesn't work, the soft one will come.

"He didn't give it, I stole it." Su Zhi said with a stiff neck.

"Yo, really?"

Su Gurong leaned forward again. "Since it is not light or heavy for you, this prince helped you execute."

"Someone."

"His Royal Highness the Prince." The little father-in-law who was guarding the door rushed in respectfully, kneeling tremblingly on the ground, and did not dare to raise his eyes.

"Throw it in the furnace."

"Yes. His Royal Highness the Prince. ”

"Stop." Su Zhi pushed Su Gurong away, pointed at the little eunuch on the ground and shouted.

Su Gurong was pushed aside by Su Zhi, but he didn't resist, lying on his side on the bed and looking at the little father-in-law with his head propped up.

The little father-in-law was so frightened by the sound that he shook his fingers, and his movements froze.

"Fushou, you didn't hear what Prince Ben said." Su Gurong said with a smile.

The little male and public horse shuddered, picked up the dagger, and coldly cut his hand, the wound was not big but the blood flowed. The little father-in-law was also frightened, he was only cut by a knife, how could the blood flow so urgently. There is no tendency to stay at all.

"Too, too, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. This this. Fukushou wrapped his cut fingers in his clothes and almost cried.

"This wound is not dead yet. However, within two hours, if you can't find Imperial Doctor Shen, it's another matter, so don't get out of here. ”

"Yes, the minion will go."

The blood-drinking knife is so powerful, and the wound is so small, so if it is stabbed, the blood will be sprayed like a fountain in less than a moment. But that's not the point, the point is, that's the only thing that Lian Chi Yuan gave her.

That was the only thing on her mind.

"Don't." Su Zhi spoke almost without thinking.

Su Gu Rongqiang held down the long-awaited desire to get out of bed, and couldn't figure out what this woman was made of, why was it still so difficult to surrender like this, "Don't want anything?" ”

"Don't throw it in the furnace, I promise I'll hide it and never take it out again." Seeing that the little father-in-law was running fast, his long-awaited heart was beating out of his heart.

"This prince is full of words. There is no reason to take it back. ”

I was about to faint in a hurry, and suddenly I caught a glimpse of a delicate rose above the bed. It is the one that complements her neck, good you demon Su Gurong, poisoned your father and me and put it at the bedside for fun.

Ignoring the pain on his body, he rushed up and broke off the flower that was inserted in the small golden pot. Su Gurong never expected that Su Zhi would go and get the blood gem. In desperation, he reached out and grabbed Su Zhi's calf and pulled her hard, pulling her back to the bed.

"Give it to me." The tone was cold.

"To your sister." Rather die than submit.

"Drama?" Su Gurong was stunned.

Only then did I realize the difficulty of communicating with the ancients. Su Zhi glared at Su Gurong viciously and pinched the flower in his hand, "Give it to your mother." As soon as his eyes were cold, he began to tug at the petals indiscriminately. If you gamble, let yourself gamble beyond your strength.

One, two, three.

Thousands of tiny wounds poured out from the neck down his body, like being cut by a sharp knife, the wounds were not big but they were so hideous, and the bed had been soaked into blood red without three petals.

The scene in front of him was in a trance, but Su Gurong didn't make any next moves, he sat upright, his eyes couldn't see the depth and darkness, and his eyes deepened with the long-awaited movements.

She had lost her mind, and she was tormented by pain into a soulless shell. must fight Su Gurong to the end. Fingers tremble, pupils dissipate.