Jinghua didn't say a word, just clenched his fists, almost crushing the bone joints!

There was silence in the room.

Ah Mo was just like that, and the tears that he had just held back slowly flowed down at this time, and he shrugged his shoulders silently.

Jinghua didn't come to coax her like before, he watched her cry in front of him, as if he was indifferent.

"He didn't do that, you were mistaken. ”

Contrary to Ah Mo's excited shouting, Jinghua's voice was indifferent, a little hoarse, a little tired, but without any emotion.

Ah Mo wiped a handful of tears vigorously and laughed at herself: "Okay, I hope I made a mistake." But there's something I'll tell you too!"

She walked up to him and looked him in the eye bravely, with a fierce and decisive look in her eyes.

"I don't want to ask about the past, and I don't want to care. But Yinlongyi, I'm definitely going to decide!

Because that's the only thing that will keep you alive!

Xuanyuan Jinghua, I will never let you die! Therefore, anyone who comes to snatch Yinlong's wings from me, I will tell him to get out! Even if it is your father!"

Jinghua raised his eyes suddenly, with fear in his eyes, "Momo!"

Seeing his expression, Ah Mo seemed to be slightly triocated, and said in a louder voice: "Have you ever thought that if a person is so cruel to his relatives, then how can you expect him to have great love in his heart?

Sacrifice, forbearance, and compromise are the most stupid solutions! This will only make him more insatiable and unscrupulous!

Brother Xuanhua is right, let you see what will happen to Bigan! Let's see what kind of fate the Great Shang Dynasty will have if you retreat step by step and connive at such a faint monarch!"

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Bigan dragged the sick body and walked up to the star-picking tower step by step.

When I came last time, I didn't think it was so high that it was so high, no wonder it was called Picking Stars.

The king is at the highest point of the Star Picking Tower, Su Daji's bedroom.

Bigan sighed. Xu was weak, and every time he took a step up, his steps trembled slightly.

Before he reached the highest staircase, the king came out, stretched out his arms, and helped him to crumble.

"Uncle Wang, be careful!" said the king.

This support is very timely and heartwarming. Bigan didn't even realize it, and he smiled slightly.

After all, he is an uncle and nephew, and he still has his own Uncle Wang in his heart, Bigan thought.

Xu is that his practice of kneeling for three days is too radical, he is a king, and he needs more face. He must have been contrite in his heart, but he refused to bow down to himself because of his pride.

Anyway, don't force him so tightly, he is still young, and if he persuades him well, he will eventually be able to turn back.

Bigan was right, and the king did have some remorse.

When he saw it for the first time, Uncle Wang, who had always been as handsome as Zhilan and as bright as the moon, was so haggard that he felt guilty in his heart.

It's just that this guilt is not as deep as Gan thought.

"Uncle Wang is sick, but I still want Uncle Wang to come to this star-picking tower, I'm really ashamed. "King Xuan said, but with some heartache, he immediately ordered someone to watch the seat.

"It's okay," Bigan sat down and smiled, "What is the king's business to summon Weichen?"

There was some elusive description on the face of the king, and he swallowed and vomited again and again, and finally said: "I love the concubine, she ......."

He looked up at Bigan's face and continued in a low voice: "Heart disease has recurred, and it is in danger. ”

Bigan stared at the King of the Rings.

The child he brought up since childhood, the one who was close to him by blood, his eyes were bloodshot at the moment, endless sorrow, both painful and anxious-

But not because of him.

He knelt down at the bottom of the star-picking tower for three days, and did not eat the grain of rice until he fainted. The king didn't even show his face, he still sang every night, looking for joy day and day.

It's not that he doesn't know this, he listens to the people who are secretly talking about it, but he always deceives himself and refuses to listen. He made up many reasons to convince himself that the king was in trouble, and the king was just trying to save face, and the king had forgotten, or he was too busy.

It's obviously just an irrelevant mortal body, but why does Jinghua feel that his heart is also aching?

"The king is mistaken. Niangniang committed an old illness and should have gone to the doctor, but she didn't know how to use medicine and couldn't help. Jinghua said calmly, his eyes were deep and clear, and he was as light as a chrysanthemum.

"Hehe, I'm not mistaken. Whether Concubine Ai's illness can be cured or not can really only depend on Uncle Wang!" King Su smiled awkwardly.

Knowing that it was inappropriate, he hesitated again and again, but the life of the concubine healed everything, and the king finally opened this mouth, and just a few words were like a sharp knife stabbed into Jinghua's ear.

"Concubine Ai said that she is an old disease, and she must find a person with a seven-trick exquisite heart in order to save her life. ”

"Who has the Seven Tricks of Exquisite Heart?"

"In Chaoge City, with Uncle Wang's wisdom and wisdom, he is extremely enlightened, so naturally Uncle Wang has these seven exquisite hearts!"

"How can I heal if I find it?"

"Disemboweled, steamed, and given to my concubine. ”

"Ridiculous!"

Jinghua couldn't believe it, his face turned pale, and he didn't laugh angrily, "Not to mention that I have never heard of such absurd medical methods! Even if there is, you took my heart, your concubine is alive, but your uncle Wang is going to die!"

The king knew that if he said this, he would definitely provoke Bigan to be angry, but thinking about Su Daji's appearance of rolling back and forth on the bed with his heart in his hand, he felt distressed again, and said stubbornly: "I also know that this matter is embarrassing Uncle Wang." But Concubine Ai is seriously ill, and I really have no other way. ”

He simply bent his knees, knelt down and kowtowed to Jinghua, and put on a look of sincere fear, Qi Qi said: "I begged Uncle Wang to look at my face, so I sacrificed my life to save her." I promise that after Uncle Wang goes, I will posthumously crown you as my father, and bury you with the grace of the first king, and your descendants will also get the shade, and the three generations will be rich and unscrupulous. ”

Jinghua's face became paler and paler, and his thin lips twitched, unwilling to let the mortal kneeling on the ground find that his heart was wrenching.

"I knelt for three days in a row to let you go and kill the witch, but you turned a deaf ear. Jinghua said slowly: "You came to kneel to me today, but you wanted me to die for her." ”

He smiled sadly, his face as pale as snow.

The king was still kneeling there, but he raised his head and said boldly: "The king wants the minister to die, and the minister has to die." Uncle Wang is a loyal minister, so he shouldn't be greedy for life and afraid of death. ”

Jinghua nodded, the corners of her lips hooked the desolation of the apocalypse, and her heart was like ashes.

This scene, how similar!

He repeatedly warned himself not to think about it, not to think about it, but he couldn't help but think about it.

He couldn't forget that time his father deliberately sneaked into his dream and asked him to promise to give up Yinlongyi.

Although what his father said was different from that of this desolate and cruel human emperor, it made him feel the same pain.

It was the first time in thousands of years that his father smiled at him, lovingly praised him as a child who knew the general situation, and asked him to learn to be like his mother, who understood righteousness and died generously.

Father said, Jing'er, father will be proud of you, if you have any unfulfilled wishes, say it, father will do it for you.

Haha!

Is it that as long as you promise to die, everything will be easy to say?

Before coming, Momo also had a big quarrel with herself, saying that she wanted to let herself see clearly what it would be like to be a loyal minister!

She and her eldest brother must have wanted to warn themselves with this, they thought that they hadn't seen it through, that they couldn't expect their father's ruthlessness, and that they couldn't expect the tragic ending they might have.

But actually, Momo, I already knew!

I can't get the Yinlong Wing, it's like Bigan can't escape the fate of ripping my heart!

It's okay, let's die!

This heart hurts so much in the cavity, even if it doesn't die, how many days can it last?

Bigan picked up the dagger that the king had placed on the table and slammed it into his heart!

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It took three spells for Yao Yao to open the dark compartment hidden in her dresser.

I haven't opened it for a long time, and I almost forgot the spell.

She smiled self-deprecatingly and pulled out the droplet. The jade is still shiny, and the tentacles are warm, just like the years when I was young, quiet and pure.

Oh, the young years?

Xuan Yao was made to laugh by her own statement. She looked at the beauty in the glasses, her posture was beautiful, and her face was like a peach. Compared with before he got married, his skin is more radiant now, his lips are more bright red, and even if he doesn't wear makeup, he is more charming than when he was a girl.

It doesn't look old.

However, why do we remember those things in the past, as if thousands of years have passed, and even those who were once unforgettable are now so blurred that they can't even remember their faces?

Xuan Yao stared at the heavenly water droplet.

If it weren't for accompanying Chenhua to Wufuhai to dispose of Jing'an's corpse that day, and seeing Jing'an wearing it, she would have almost forgotten that she also had such a look.

It seemed to be the only piece of jewelry that Jinghua had ever given her. He is not coaxing like Chenhua, and rarely gives her anything. It is precisely because of this that this pair of earrings makes her never forget.

At that time, she misunderstood, thinking that Jing'an's pair was also sent by Jinghua, and she almost threw it away, but fortunately was stopped by Chenhua.

Ah, at that time, they were just a group of children who didn't know the taste of sorrow, Nine Heavens, making some petty temperament and playing a little temper.

At that time, her greatest wish was to marry Jinghua and love him well. For the rest, she didn't want anything.

Time is moody and always pushes carefree people slowly in a completely unpredictable direction.

Slowly, she took off the original earrings and put on the pair of heavenly water droplets. Look at the bronze mirror carefully.

This pendant, except for the time when Jinghua tried it on for her, she had never worn it herself. She always wanted to keep a special day, and she wore it for him to show and make him happy.

Wait and wait, wait until you are pointed out to the prince.

On the day she left the cabinet, she locked up the pendant and put on a very complicated spell, hiding it very deeply.

Now, she took it out again. Because she felt that if she didn't wear it again, she seemed to be unable to remember Jinghua's appearance.

She looked at the bronze mirror, but felt that it didn't seem to look good.

Well, yes, it's too plain, it's too monotonous.

So bleak, not worthy of her misty sideburns, Zhulan jade! So simple, not worthy of her bright posture, elegant state! So coarse, not worthy of her cloud satin dress, glowing and dancing!

Xuan Yao felt angry for no reason, took it off angrily, and threw it on the ground again!

For some reason, she suddenly felt like crying.

Why doesn't it look good when you wear it? I used to like it so much, I hid it so deeply, so strongly, that I couldn't even wear it. But why, when I really put it on, I don't think it looks good at all?

She took a breath and gently wiped the corners of her eyes with her gilded armor. She was no longer a little girl and would not allow herself to be so irrational. And, even before, she had always been forbearing.

She walked over and crouched down to pick it up.

Raising his head, a tall man stood in front of him.