Turning his head slightly, a trace of hesitation slowly bloomed on Long Chen's flawless jade-like face. He first walked between Chu Li and Situ Jinruo, took the bowl in Chu Li's hand and placed it on the table, then took Situ Jinruo's arm and told him to sit down around the table.

Outside the window, a gust of wind blew through in a trance, just blowing off the red flowers of a tree, and in an instant, the fragrance of the ground swept in with a fragile cool breeze.

Chu Li lowered his eyelids, walked in front of Situ Jinruo, stretched out his hands, and slowly held his ten fingers, which were more slender and white than a woman. Jin Ruo's eyes like a silent night looked at Chu Li in surprise, and the facial features that were more beautiful and charming than a woman fell on her cheeks plainly, gentle and abruptly exquisite.

"Can you forgive me?" His black eyes were as black as ink jade and glanced at Chu Li, and there was an evil smile on the corner of his lips.

Although he had a smile on his face, Chu Li was so shrouded by his gentle eyes that he didn't feel a sense of security at all, and it was clear that there were wisps of ties and sadness spreading wantonly in his mind and in the depths of his heart, swimming......

Chu Li didn't feel a string of tears slipping from the corners of his eyes, and suddenly his heart was shocked, and he buried Situ Jinruo's head deep between her neck. "You have nothing to be sorry for me, it's me...... It's my sister who has been sorry for you. ”

At this moment, she regarded this man who liked her from the hazy, beautiful and quiet at the beginning, and now has accumulated pure love and deep feelings after the precipitation of time as her own brother, and hugged him tightly in her arms.

"Even if you do anything to be sorry for me, it's probably no worse than me Chu Li has hurt you. It's like an apology to Long Chen, Chu Li is afraid that he will also be sorry for you in this life. ”

It wasn't until the day was completely dawn that Long Chen walked in with a sleepy face. Chu Li turned his head suddenly, looking at the two men beside him who loved her deeply, but he felt that in this strange time and space, she didn't have to envy anyone, she herself was so lucky and happy, she just lost her father and Gu Yiyan, but she had so many people who cherished her.

At this time, a cold light flashed in Long Chen's eyes, and the silver light hidden in the thin sleeve flashed and pulled out a sharp unsheathed knife from it.

"There is no lack of care and love from him by your side, and I believe that this Longhui will protect you well. Seriously, I'm not worried about what Qinghe will do to Longhui, even if he is taken away from the throne, even if Qinghe's purpose is to be the empress, or even the female emperor. But I'm not afraid...... I'm only worried about you, just your and Lin'er's safety. With that, Long Chen raised his sharp knife and stabbed straight at his chest.

Impartial.

Straight, stabbed to the position of the heart.

Before Chu Li could react, he was stunned straight, still leaning over, the slightly stagnant and dry smile on the corner of his lips could not be erased for a long time. Seeing that at the position of Long Chen's chest, the black blood stained with the purple robe was like a red thread after a thread, like the hearts of Chu Li and Situ Jinruo at this moment, and the swaying was endless......

When Chu Li came back to his senses, his already straight eyes didn't blink at all, but two lines of tears crossed straight through. Like a wounded white fox seeing her little friend, she pounced towards Long Chen without hesitation, hugged him tightly, and pressed her face tightly against his wound that was still bleeding outward.