After cutting off the rest of one's life with her own hands, Mrs. He let go of the dagger she was holding. The sound of the blade hitting the ground was absolutely crisp, buzzing in her ears, and she didn't want to go away for a long time.

Her hands trembled uncontrollably, and her eyes didn't dare to look at her more. The man on the ground closed his eyes, he should have decided to break up with the world, and this qiē was done by her own hands, and he made him force her to do it.

Mrs. He collapsed to the side, her expression blank. Her kodan was also stained with crimson, and the gorgeous red makeup reminded her of the sins on her hands. Suddenly, she scratched her face with her hands, wishing to shave her face or become a madman in order to be quiet.

"Madam, I need the slaves and maids to come in and help serve the master." The maid who came from afar and was concerned about it, stood at the door and said a word. How will they know that the so-called master is no longer in the world?

"No need, all stand down, it's enough to have me here." Mrs. He concealed her panic and replied pretending to be calm. She was still terrifying, and according to her current voice, she was almost as elegant as before.

"Then, the slaves and maids retreated first, and the lady has something to tell the slaves and maids." Several maids timidly asked for instructions, they had never dared to disobey their master's words, and they did not dare to ask them for a reason. The only thing that can be done is to obey the promise.

"Well, stand down." Mrs. He answered their request, then turned and quietly moved the body of the man on the ground. That person was her beloved, but it was also in her hands that this life ended. His deliverance was his own request.

Mrs. He dragged He Situ to the bed, ready to deal with the aftermath. She first used the medicine bandage she had prepared to bind the wound that was restraining him. When the blood stopped congealing, he was dressed in a new dress that he had never worn before.

After such a cover-up, what he has to do is to declare to the public that he is recuperating from a sick illness and is ill. Fifteen days later, after Dr. Xuanlai proved it, then. He does not have to bear the infamy of becoming a sinner for the ages, nor does he have to leave the stain on his illness in the world.

Mrs. He was originally prepared to go with He Situ in this life, but now after dealing with Yiqiē, she still hesitated. As a wife. She thought that she had done her best to be responsible and kept the woman's way.

But as a mother, she really has nothing to talk about. Her children, she rarely cared. Her eldest son's temperament is left to her carelessness. Thus the formation of a sharp increase day by day. And her little daughter is called Jin'er, and she hasn't taken much care of it.

Thinking about it, Mrs. He's intention to seek death gradually became shallow. Indeed, she could not be so selfish, according to what the old man said when he died, her daughter was now in a realm of human control and torment.

And the woman who once returned to the province with the Seventh Highness and replaced her was a ruthless character. Mrs. He was going back and forth in her imagination, and her heart was still confused. I don't know the difference. It's just that at this moment, should she listen to the master's dying words and live in the world?

Mrs. He lay on He Situ's chest, which had lost its temperature and heartbeat, she listened quietly, and then nodded and whispered. I don't know what I'm talking about. Mrs. He's expression improved a lot, and with the hint of that person in her heart, it didn't seem so difficult.

She stood up and walked around the room casually. As her eyes wandered, she raised her eyes to see the vanity mirror on the table. Mirrored brass surface. The face of a person is as abominable as that of a ghost and a madwoman.

Mrs. He covered her lips and approached in disbelief, wanting to see the photocopied face in the mirror clearly. When there are only a few millimeters left from the mirror table. Only then could Mrs. He determine the ownership of that shadow. The person with scattered hair and nail scratches on her face was none other than her who was Shuya in the past.

After the parting of life and death, the state of madness and stupidity, she has lost the hysteria. This moment. She was able to calmly face that heart-wrenching face, it was herself, what was there to be afraid of.

Suddenly, the mirror seemed to evolve into the appearance of another person, and that person was the one who Fang sent to the place of her birth, her husband. The corners of Mrs. He's mouth raised a bleak smile, she was not sad or happy, she only thought of the feeling that he was still by her side, even if it was an unreal illusion.

"You killed me, you hurt me!" The face in the mirror roared hideously, and the hands actually reached Mrs. He's neck. Mrs. He's eyes widened angrily, her neck was pinched and painful, where could she tell the difference between the true and the fake.

Yes, he was hit in the heart by her dagger and bled to death, but this was clearly in accordance with his wishes before he carried it out. "Sir...... You let me help you out, you...... Forgot? Mrs. He let out a rare breath, and she stammered intermittently.

"I said that, yes, I forgot." After saying that, the hands around Mrs. He's neck still showed no signs of letting go. "The master has changed his mind and wants to accompany you as a concubine, that's good, it's easy." Mrs. He said that she would not struggle to get rid of it. Regarding life and death, she has never been able to make up her mind whether to make up her mind or not.

"No, it's not my intention to let you die, I want you to live, don't have a trace of the mentality of going to die, you just need to live, live!" That voice has never been willing to leave, it lingers for a long time, lingering in the ears. In the end, its destination was to gradually lose its distance with the whereabouts of those hands.

Mrs. He had the idea of dying together, but now Yiqiē has not developed according to the rules. The pain in her neck and the suffocation in her throat were discrete, and in the mirror, there was no second person except her face. Could it be that Fang Cai, it's just that he thinks too much, and it's because he misses it and resents it's hard to get rid of?

She looked at herself in the mirror again, and in an instant, her facial features were stiff and difficult to move. The strangulation marks on his neck are indeed something! She turned around in horror and looked at the bed, where the man still didn't move, but his gestures changed his posture clearly.

Today's posture is not as stable as it used to be by the side. Now in a posture, it clearly seems to be grasping something? According to the calculation of the fingers, that size happened to fit her neck and body.

Mrs. He thought in horror, and then stumbled out of the room. In order to keep the lie alive, she must find a lock. After all, he let her live, live! If the responsibility for the murder of his husband is found out, how can he still act as a living person?

She first closed the door quietly, and then ordered her servants to hire skilled craftsmen under the pretext that the door lock was old and replaced. The moment the door was locked, not even the craftsman could see what was going on inside.

It's good not to let him see it, otherwise as a person who knows the truth in advance, he can only hide in the loess with the truth and stay in Chang'an for a long time. (To be continued.) )