I only heard a crisp click, which was clearly audible in the silent room, like the neck of a chicken, easily broken, the child stared at a pair of bloody eyes, his head shrugged to the side weakly, as weak as wheat, and with a snap, his thin body was thrown heavily on the cold ground. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"No!"

This moment happened so fast! It was so fast that people forgot to breathe and forgot where they were, Zhen Yue hugged the child's body violently, her face was pale, her lips trembled, and she muttered the child's name in pieces.

The sound of fighting outside the face gradually subsided, the footsteps got closer and closer, Chu Zhong wiped the blood on his face, walked to the window heavily, and said weakly: "We are not cold-blooded executioners, but we have to do this, I hope you can understand!" ”

With a bang, the closed door was kicked open, Ji Jianxuan rushed in with a few volunteers, and saw a black shadow walking through the window, and there was no trace to be found.

"Zhen Yue." Ji Jianxuan hurriedly stepped forward, still holding a long knife in his hand, and there was piercing blood on it, falling drop by drop, falling pale to the ground.

Ji Jianxuan saw that she didn't react, like a sculpture, holding the child motionless, and her heart was anxious: "Zhen Yue." I wanted to take the child, stretched out my hand to touch it, only to find that the child had already lost all my breath, and the sadness in my heart instantly came up, and I reached out to brush down the child's unwilling eyes.

"People can't be resurrected from death, and we've done our best."

The man's voice was soft, and he wanted to try his best to appease him, although Zhen Yue was usually resolute and resolute, not losing to a man, but Ji Jianxuan knew in her heart that she was cold on the outside and hot on the inside, she was affectionate and righteous, and she was a kind-hearted girl, even if she was usually cold to this child, she was not sworn to protect her to the death.

Zhen Yue rolled her red eyes, clenched her fists tightly, and it took a long time to let go, she suddenly felt very tired, and she wanted to sleep, did she become fragile if she didn't experience blood light for half a year, her voice was light and fluttering, as if it was coming from a long distance, without a trace of heat.

"Bury him."

The drizzle is flying, quietly staggered, like human tears.

Zhen Yue was wearing a hat, behind her were a group of soldiers, everyone sighed helplessly, and in front of her was a small lonely tomb, lonely, with small yellow flowers blooming beside her, floating in the wind and rain.

Zhen Yue's face was still pale, and the child's helpless voice suddenly sounded in her ears, are the adults in the same group as them? Are you going to kill me too? The child's pleading voice sounded again, adults, please let me stay, I want to learn from adults......

The pain in her chest was tight, like a small prickly hand, as if it was about to crush her heart, she clenched her teeth, not wanting to roar out the anger, sadness, and helplessness in her heart, she had learned to swallow everything.

From the moment she decided to stand by Ah Qiu's side, she was destined to walk on a road full of blood, destined to bear a lot of sins in this life, she raised her head and looked at the gray sky, the thin ice rain hit her face, and she was pale.

She is willing to cut through thorns and thorns for him, is willing to lift a war knife for him, is willing to make weapons for him, and makes him invincible on the battlefield.

But she is also a woman, and she is also a woman who longs for peace in her heart, she always thinks that today's cruelty is tomorrow's light, she can do whatever she wants, but she can't be completely indifferent.

That's right, Xiang Yang's death is a victim of the power grab, is a deadly weapon in the struggle between the two countries, Xitan will get it, the truth of Xiang Laowang's death will be announced to the world, the power of the prince will be wiped out, and the slogan of the people of Dongtan Xing will also be overthrown by the whole world, and become the sinner referred to by Qianfu! The vassal kings of all over the country will rise up, support Xitan, and unanimously resist Dongtan, and no one wants to become the next Xianglao Wang!

In addition to Xiangyang, it is important for Dongtan to stabilize the current situation! The killing of the old king was the key to the great increase in the strength of the Dongtan regime, and from all aspects, this was the most powerful and authoritative approach.

Zhen Yue naturally knows all the intricate stakes, let her come up with the best plan, she will also feel that killing Xiangyang is the best way, but her heart aches like a knife, even if this method is the best, but it is also the most cruel, she struggled to survive from the concentration camp, and now she is fighting for her faith, and she knows the preciousness of life!

If Xiang Yang is given his life, let him remain incognito, exile from now on, and no longer set foot in Zhongnan, isn't it also a way? Is there no other way than to cut the grass and eradicate the roots? Why is everyone so indifferent, this is just a seven-year-old child, a fresh life, he has not done anything harmful, just because of a surname, he has no value in life!

Is it true that people will go farther and farther and deeper in the struggle for power and the battle for Jinluan? Can the shackles of gold trap people's conscience?

Her eyes lit up in vain, no, isn't there still her, she should always remind him, always persuade him, she believes in him, she believes in him from beginning to end, she has beliefs, she has goals, one day, the killing will end, and the world will blow a new fashion,

That day will come!

She squatted down, her hand with water droplets quietly resting on the cold lonely grave, and she spoke silently in her heart.

"Xiangyang, I'm sorry, I can't avenge you, I hope you can understand me, there are many things I can't do, what I can do is to try my best to stop it, do my best."

There are many mistakes, she can only choose to forgive, just like the death of Nian Xia and Xiangyang, she is also an ordinary person, she will be selfish, she will protect the important people in her life, she can't love the world, but she will work hard, try to change all misfortunes.

But sometimes, the remnants of the wound slowly accumulate, and when the fatal knife comes, it has long been powerless to parry, shattering into ashes, destroying the whole life!

Forgetting doesn't mean not existing, and forgiving doesn't mean not suffering.

On the shores of Mingya Lake.

The simple and unobtrusive carriage stopped on the shore, and the fine northwest horses exhaled white air and drank the sweet water of the lake, the lake was sparkling, the sky was blue, and the drunk wanted to sleep.

A delicate small square sable warm mat is spread on the ground, and the temporary small table is warm with fragrant tea, next to it is a soft and delicious plum blossom cake, plum blossom bright red, different from the pink fragrant plum in the south, plum blossom red dazzling, under the steaming mist, give birth to a little cold.

The slender hands are distinct, shaking the purple jade teacup at will, these hands are undoubtedly extremely good-looking, as if they can lose their souls if they are lightly touched.

The man sat on the soft couch, his posture was lazy, his eyes were lightly closed, covering the light of his eyes, and the ink hair like silk was blowing in the breeze, which was gorgeous and abnormal, and he was dressed in a snow-white splendid dress, with simple and cumbersome dark lines, but it was difficult to hide his extravagance.