Chen Xin castrated like lightning, and stabbed directly at Liang Lie, the cold tip of the sword carried a strong wind, and the sword qi was agitated. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ling Jiao, who was two meters away, was overjoyed and seized the opportunity to move forward violently.

Liang Lie sneered, staggered flexibly, and was about to pull out the sword at his waist.

I saw Chen Xin tugging at the corners of his mouth, revealing an evil and raging smile, a whirlwind, and the blade of the sword turned and slashed towards Fang Weili.

Liang Lie was furious: "Traitor, bold! ”

"Escort!"

"Protect Your Majesty!"

"Protect the mother!"

A crowd of people gathered around and looked anxiously at the field. The hand holding the weapon trembled faintly, for fear of hurting a few twisted people.

Liang Lie's eyes were surging with rage, and he used force under his feet, pulling Fang Weili down, and at the same time, Ling Jiao's knife arrived, slashing Liang Lie's arm with a knife.

Chen Xin was overjoyed, drew his knife and slashed at Liang Lie.

Liang Lie sneered, he was not afraid, the long sword took a step ahead of Chen Xin and stabbed him in the chest, but Chen Xin didn't care about it, and rushed towards him without hesitation.

"Liang Lie, go die!"

Chen Xin shouted, Liang Lie's knife stabbed into the flesh of his body, and the expression on Chen Xin's face was hideous, as if he saw Liang Lie fall to the ground and die.

"You ......"

Chen Xin looked at the fallen woman in disbelief, the long sword sank in, stuck in her chest, and blood flowed out.

Her pale face was no longer bloody, and it was shaky.

"He did this to you, why did you save him?"

Chen Xin's puzzled eyes lasted for a moment, and then he fell heavily.

Liang Lie pulled out his knife, looked at Chen Xin, who had no breath, threw down the hilt of his sword, and hugged Ling Jiao, who was falling soft.

"Why?"

Why?

Ling Jiao's eyes flashed with various emotions, shame, chagrin, regret, looking at the handsome face in front of her, sighing deeply, she is not a weak person, she has always hated repaying grievances with virtue, but what is she doing now?

Liang Lie saved Fang Weili from risking his life, Chen Xin created such a good opportunity, but the moment he saw the sword stabbing at him, his body was faster than his mind and made a decision.

Regret it? Damn it?

Why? Isn't she something to hate?

I hate weak and helpless people the most in my life, when Ling Jiao came, she wanted to kill Liang Lie, and when Liang Lie gave an answer, she decided to kill Liang Lie at all costs!

Now lying on the ground, dying, she still thinks like this, kill Liang Lie, avenge the Ling family, and hate herself!

If you don't take revenge, you're a coward, and if you don't take revenge, you're a softie!

She Ling Jiao, why did she become the kind of person she hated the most?

"I, I can't let you die in other hands, my revenge must be avenged with my own hands!"

Her chapped lips were bloodshot, and she spat out a mouthful of blood as she spoke, and her pale face hung down weakly, like a soft-necked chick, and her weak breath could be broken at any moment.

Liang Lie's ink-colored eyes were as dark as night for a moment, like shining obsidian, shining with a ghostly light, staring at her, not missing a trace of expression, the surging emotions in his heart came suddenly, no longer like the usual coldness, a complex emotion surged into his heart, but he was suppressed.

"If you hate me, you will kill me, I will wait for you!"

Ling Jiao raised her head and stretched out her hand, wanting to slap him, her plain white hand, stained with blood, because of her weakness, she stretched out weakly, and approached his face little by little.

Liang Lie lowered his head slightly, her hand finally touched his jaw, and she was no longer able to go up, her sharp nails pierced into the flesh, leaving a scratch, and a drop of blood overflowed and dripped to the corner of her eye.

She poked and poked hard, but her strength became softer and softer.

Finally, the bare hand fell weakly and hung to the ground.

"Liang Lie, I'm going to die, I don't have the strength to kill you......"

Fireworks are easy to cold, and personnel are easy to separate.

A lot of times, a lot of things, out of the ordinary!

The low tone is like crying, lingering and tactful, like the love words spoken in the past.

His head, resting on the crook of his arm, hung limply, and a tear of blood slipped from his eyes, and there was no more sound.

"Liang Lie, I love you very much, I love you more than anyone else......" This sentence she put in her heart.

No matter how great love and hatred is, it should be cut off when it comes to death, and it must be cut off.

Ling Jiao's soul became lighter and lighter, her pupils began to dilute, and many things came to her mind.

Hibiscus tent is warm, it is her spring night, his coping.

Love day and day, warm night and night, like a glimpse of the light.

What was once hated, eager to be killed, and now the only thing left is melancholy, which is slowly injected into the heart.

Thinking about it carefully, her melancholy, her joys and sorrows have always been his calculated chess moves, but this time was unexpected.

……

In the hall, there was a deathly silence, and everyone closed their lips and stared blankly at the field.

After a while, Fang Weili stepped forward and asked softly, "Your Majesty, how are you?" ”

"It's fine."

Are you okay?

His grim expression, the light in his eyes, was strange to her had never seen before.

Fang Weili took a few steps back, and a panic rose in her heart, which was unprecedented.

******

The moonlight is bright, the night is slowly opened, and the clouds in the sky are changing various images, lions and tigers, crows and white sheep, which make the little eunuch on duty at night look crazy.

On the corridor leading to the Zhaoyang Palace, there are rows of vermilion lanterns, and the candles flicker, illuminating the dark night, and a gorgeous shadow is blooming.

The warm firelight made the palace in the night more misty, the door of the Zhaoyang Palace was wide open, the outside was brightly lit, but there was only a small oil lamp inside.

Kant, who came in from the door, saw the emperor sitting in front of the dragon case, the shadow of the whole person was blurred and blurred, and he only saw that the pieces of paper were thrown down, and the dull yellow paper and the vermilion pen were thrown into the corner.

"Your Majesty!"

"What?"

Kant bent down, picked up the fold on the ground and handed it to him, and then said: "Your Majesty, the queen mother vomited again just now, and the imperial doctor said that the fetal position of the mother is a little wrong, and the mother is weak and needs to take care of it, and she tossed it for half a night just now." The mother said, if you have time, go and sit down. ”

Liang Lie didn't raise his head, approved a book, and rubbed his forehead: "Let her rest well, and go to see her when I have time." ”

"Your Majesty won't go over now?"

"No, let her settle."

He casually opened another notebook, and it seemed that he had no intention of stopping, and his originally handsome face looked even more blurry in the dark palace and the faint light.

A little eunuch came in from outside the door of Zhaoyang Hall and knelt on the ground: "Your Majesty, the queen mother has sent eight treasure porridge and said that your majesty should have a good rest." ”

"Well, step aside."

The little eunuch answered, walked back slowly, and as soon as he left the palace gate, he felt that the light outside was really bright, and the air outside was really fresh.

There was a thick dead silence in the Zhaoyang Palace, and even the air flow seemed to be still, and I don't know how His Majesty controlled the air, and the little eunuch couldn't figure it out.

I don't know how long it took, Liang Lie threw down the last book and raised his head to look at the sky.

In the middle of the moon, at night to the third watch, the dim hall was illuminated by the moonlight, and the marble on the floor reflected his slender figure.

"Go to the Queen!"

Kant followed him out the door.

The majestic palace projected a huge black shadow, and the pavilions, flowers and trees in the distance fell strange black shadows under the lights.

The three big characters of "Yuehua Palace" vaguely carry the sharp strokes of the past, the palace gate is closed, no one is infested, and there are no cockroaches, flies and crickets.

Kant sighed, who would have thought that Concubine Xi, who favored the harem in the past, would end up like that, but in half a year, the palace would decay like this, living like a mausoleum that had been closed for many years, with no vitality.

Liang Lie stopped, looked at the barren palace gate, stood for a long time, and turned around after a long time: "Go back." ”

Kant asked, "Your Majesty, are you not going to the Empress?" ”

"I'm not going."

The darkness of the night still continues, and the moonlight does not shine on the dim abyss, like a beast in the bottom of the heart, always roaring wantonly in the corner where no one is around.

The caress of the moonlight gently wraps around every corner.

The noble, the lowly, the gorgeous, the dirty, the things we once loved and hated, all breed wantonly at this moment, the emotions are hidden, but the hearts are straightforward.

Night, it's still a long time!

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