"Heh......" Gin let out a sarcastic smile faintly, lowered his head, and said in a low voice: "Killed your own wife with your own hands and sacrificed me, don't you just want to keep your good son An Bo, but unfortunately, for the sake of power, in the end, he didn't give you a bowl of poison, so that you can only survive on the dragon couch...... Doesn't that taste bad? ”

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"You...... You...... He. ”

King An's eyes widened, his body shook uncontrollably, his lips trembled, and his mouth made a little broken sound in disbelief.

Gin seemed to think of something again, smiled pleasantly, but said with cruelty, "By the way, I forgot to tell you one thing, the son you love the most......"

At the last word, Gin's crimson and blood-stained lips came to his ear and told him in a voice that only King An could hear.

"Poof......

Blood kept pouring out of King An's mouth, blood gushing like a spring, and there was an intermittent gurgling sound in his throat.

Gin brocade boots stepped back, glanced faintly at the eyes that were widening and slowly losing their vitality, and the corners of his mouth hooked a cruel and resolute smile.

Gin opened the curtain and stepped out expressionlessly, but just after taking a few steps, he paused again.

"Father...... Do you regret it? ”

A faint sentence, I can't hear any emotion.

It's just that An Wang, whose eyes were wide-eyed, vaguely heard a little sound floating into his brain, but he couldn't make any reaction, even if he had to exert all his strength, he couldn't even move his fingers, he could only stare wide.

Will you regret it? The answer is yes, but if he had to choose again, he would still do it......

Without waiting for an answer, perhaps, Gin no longer needed his answer, and Gin strode out of this gorgeous but also bleak dormitory.

The night wind swept the curtain and floated, and only one person was left in the huge dormitory, whose eyes were wide and immovable, lying flat on the gorgeous bed, and his chest did not rise or fall at all.

In the early morning, the surroundings are quiet, and the pear trees in the garden are fluttering, fluttering, and exquisitely beautiful.

In a small courtyard with a beautiful attic on the edge of the royal city, Murong Xue was dressed in white and sitting lazily on a swing woven with old vines, and a pair of white soft boots were hanging in the air and swaying, so he was not at ease.

Xiahou Mobing was wearing a water-blue brocade robe today, standing behind her and gently pushing her, a shallow smile was hooked at the corner of her mouth, and her big palm was regularly attached to her back, not light or heavy, and the flower vine swing drew a small arc in the air.

"Slow down ......"

"Okay."

"It's too slow."

"Then I'll hurry."

"It's too fast, you want to kill me."

"Oh, I'll slow down."

……

Waking up in the morning is also good for your physical and mental health.

"Miss." Lin Xin fell in front of the two of them, and presented the letter in his hand to Murong Xue, "This is a letter from Gin." ”

Xiahou Mobing and Murong Xue glanced at each other, then took the letter in Lin Xin's hand and opened it slowly:

"Miss, thank you for your care, after so long, it's time for me to let go, Anguo, that doesn't belong to me for a long time, from the moment I was abandoned, I no longer belong here, I'm just a member of the red sleeves and fragrance, that's my real home for gin, Miss, thank you!"

Murong Xue coughed lowly and slowly closed the paper in her hand, she had already said that Gin would never take over Anguo again, look! glanced at Xiahou Mobing, who had a cold face beside him, and it seemed that a small flame was about to burst out in his dark eyes.

"Humph......"

Xiahou Mobing snatched the letter from Murong Xue's hand, suddenly lifted his internal force, spread his big palm downward, and the creed in his hand instantly turned into ashes, floating down like green smoke.

Xiahou Mobing glared at Murong Xue's surprised eyes, what, do you still want to keep it.

Murong Xue shrugged her shoulders lightly, it didn't seem to have anything to do with her, but looking at Gin like this, I am afraid that a decision has already been made.

Xiahou Mobing waved his sleeves to brush off the remaining things in his hand, reached out and pinched Murong Xue's nose helplessly, "I'm going to the palace now, since he doesn't want to, then I won't force it, you rest first, I'll be back soon." ”

He also said that he only gave the opportunity once, and if he missed, there would be no next time.

"Hmm, okay." Murong Xue nodded, Anguo's follow-up incident should be dealt with immediately, she doesn't understand the political strategy, and she can't help if she goes.

Looking at her sleepy little face, Xiahou Mobing chuckled, her slender fingers picked her chin, her lips were pecked, and she waved her sleeves away.

Murong Xue looked at the back of Xiahou Mobing leaving, lazily retracted her gaze, and the dappled sunlight fell with the pear blossoms, falling on the corner of the snow-white skirt that fell to the ground.

It's rare to be so laid-back and so comfortable.

Murong Xue closed her eyes, enjoying a rare leisure, a gust of wind blew, and in addition to the fragrance of flowers, there was a faint smell like green bamboo.

"Who's ......"

Murong Xue slowly opened her eyes, lowered her eyebrows and unconsciously put her hand on the cuffs, and lightly spit out a word.

I don't know how long it took before there was a movement in the wind, and Murong Xue raised her eyes to look.

The boiling pear blossoms fell, and under the tree stood a man, a snow robe, with a few strands of gold thread on the cuffs, his black hair tied up, and a handsome male and female face, full of a quiet and indifferent coldness.

His cherry red lips seemed to purse lightly, and he said lightly: "Miss Murong, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

Murong Xue's cool eyes flashed, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Su gradually left ......"

How did he end up in Anguo? She didn't even receive any news, it seems......

"Su gradually left ...... "hehe...... It's been a long time since he's heard his name called from someone else's mouth, and he's almost forgotten his name.

Murong Xue looked at Su gradually leaving, her eyes were a little puzzled, and she was even more vigilant, she unconsciously grabbed the cuffs in her hands, pursed her lips, and did not speak again.

At this time, he came to Anguo, and his motives must be impure, and the city government is very deep.

"Lord Wang..."Xingchen settled beside Su Yanli, and said a few words in Su Yanli's ear, his expression was a little unnatural, Su Yanli frowned faintly, and slowly waved his hand back.

Su gradually turned around, glanced at Murong Xue deeply, didn't say anything more, and then dodged away.

The pear blossoms on the trees were scattered, and a few of Murong Xue's bodies were red with blood, as white as snow.

After Su gradually left, Murong Xue slowly stood up, walked to the stone bench and sat down, looking at the pear blossom in a daze, Su gradually left here, what was the purpose of coming to Anguo? Also, the injuries on his body have only been half a month, how can they heal so quickly? She remembered that Xiahou Mobing's arrow hit the chest, although it was not the heart, it was impossible for it to appear in An Guo at this time!

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