Bo Ying attacked wildly again and again, and Qinghe died alive and again again and again.

This night, Qinghe finally woke up, covered in bruises and sores.

She was huddled alone in the dark corner, black and white had already been reversed, I don't know what year it is, and I don't know if there will be a Ming Dynasty after tonight.

Suddenly, I heard a movement outside the cell door, and heard two sounds of "poof, poof", which seemed to be the guard guarding the door and fell to the ground. Just as he was startling, he saw several golden lights flashing from the cracks of the cell door, golden things.

Through the dim fossil lamp, if you look closely, there are actually several golden insects, with big poop bellies, four pairs of feet, swimming fast, eerie and terrifying, clearly spiders.

Although Qinghe had already put life and death aside and saw poisonous insects, he was still frightened.

I don't know it's good, so I braced up my seriously injured body, and wanted to get up and destroy it all. Suddenly smelling a strange smell, I only felt dizzy, and my hands and feet could no longer be called.

When a person is about to die, his ears and eyes are clear, and he hears the sound of light footsteps, the sound of jumping up, the sound of fists and palms, the sound of mixed legs and feet, the sound of falling to the ground, and the sound of hatred and hidden pain.

Finally, the victory has been decided, I listened to the sound of "poof", a person threw himself to the ground, and fell so much that he regretted it, although the person was a vegetable hundred, his voice was coquettish and could not be dialectal, and it was clearly the "golden spider": "Your Majesty!" It's me! Shoot lightly! ”

Bo Ying sneered: "The widow knows that it's you, and it's light enough!" The widow should have taken your life, lest you do any harm to the world! ”

The "Golden Spider" wept like rain when he landed, and his speech was even more delicate: "The life of the spider has been given to the king a long time ago, and the king wants it, why not take it?" After speaking, he opened his arms and stretched his jade body.

Unexpectedly, Bo Ying was disgusted by this beautiful blonde hair, and he was afraid to avoid it: "You'd better be interesting, don't dirty my hands." ”

The "Golden Spider" was annoyed and angry: "Speaking of which, it's all to blame on the little goblin that day that was killed!" The king originally doted on me and loved me, and he never got tired of it. Why did you start to abandon it? Refuse to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade? ”

Bo Ying scoffed: "Really? Has the widow ever messed with you? Who performed the spell and climbed into my bed? Still keep saying, 'Vote for me with Mu Li, and repay it with the Jade Flute'? ”

"Golden Spider" wanted to cry: "It turns out that the king loves me, but he is just using me." ”

Bo Ying sneered: "It's self-aware!" Because you still have use value, you should be thankful that the widow left a life for you. ”

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a strange wind rise and the wind was loud.

I even heard the "Golden Spider" exclaim: "Your Majesty, what did you give the spider to eat?" ”

Bo Ying's face sank like water, and his face was full of murderous anger: "You hurt the widow and love Ji, how can the widow tolerate you?" Come and don't be rude, the widow will give you a 'Kuixing Xiaoyao Pill'. The widow will tell you plainly that the people who have taken this medicine have King Jia and Zhuo Xing, although they are full of evil, they must be used by me, and dare to use evil thoughts again, and the widow will not be able to live after death! ”

The "golden spider" hid his face and wept, stumbled, and fled in embarrassment.

Bo Ying was so anxious that he broke into the door, and the "Seven Star Needle" flew out like lightning, and the golden spider was eliminated in an instant.

At this time, the green lotus was already dying of poisonous insects.

Bo Ying gently picked her up, only to see her eyebrows frowning slightly, her eyes were dewed, tears were dotted, the two were sad, and the cherry lips were slightly opened, such as crying and complaining, like a lotus out of the water, like a weak willow hanging lake.

was heartbroken, but in an instant, Qinghe's wind and clouds changed abruptly, and his shot was like electricity, and his two fingers pointed directly at the big acupoint in his front heart.

The two were close at hand, and Bo Ying was taken aback, but fortunately, he was quick-witted, took advantage of the situation, and instantly held her in his arms.

This sudden attack stimulated Bo Ying's fighting spirit and aroused Bo Ying's love even more. He threw herself to the ground with her in his arms, spoiled her infinitely, turned her upside down and faced down, pressed his body behind her, hugged her waist and abdomen with both hands, and stepped forward to the deepest depths: "Baby, the lover is not guilty." ”

He ploughs deep and shallow, doing whatever he wants. She was furious and bitter, struggling to cry blood. The more she struggled, the more he felt pleasure. He has become a farmer working in the fields, enjoying the shaved shoulders, snow backs, thin waists, and plump stocks, and the sultry curves that make him obsessed: "My love, it's you." ”

He even hallucinated, and she under him was like a delicate lotus after the rain, cooperating with him crazily. He hugged her, infinite love, infinite affection, and murmured: "Qinghe, we will live for a lifetime, male ploughing and female weaving, can you be happy?" ”

Although he was alive and dead, he was fascinated and happy to the extreme: "My love is like weaving." ”

She was shattered, painful to the marrow, and angry to the extreme: "Beast, the culprit." ”

Watching her crumbling resistance, thinking of her crumbling will, Bo Ying was satisfied to the limit, and joy was so happy that he forgot his form.

Bo Ying said in a calm voice, full of victory: "Baby, don't run away anymore." You know that only I can give you such pleasure. Tell me you love me. ”

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard the fierce wind, and Qinghe didn't know where to get the strength, flipped over, flew up, and kicked Bo Ying to the ground.

At the same time, Qinghe rolled over and got up, using all the strength of his life, and slapped him with a palm.

Bo Ying was shocked, out of survival instinct, his palms waved sharply, and the strength was amazing.

At this moment, the "Dharma Divine Palm" slapped down, and Qinghe was already seriously injured, coupled with exhaustion, he was even more caught off guard, and he was hit by the palm in an instant.

Bo Ying came out with a palm, and watched his lover fly out like an arrow from the string, but he heard a loud sound of "Peng" and hit the stone wall.

The scarecrow fell like a scarecrow, and when it landed, blood gushed like a fountain, rendering a red color.

Qinghe didn't hum, from the body to the will, it was like a mountain collapse.

At that moment, Bo Ying's whole body **, he didn't dare to move, not even dare to beat his heart, or even dare to breathe. He watched the blood flow like a rainbow, and his heart had nothing to ask for except to look forward to the reversal of time, except for the retrograde of space.

I don't know how long it took, finally regained a trace of consciousness, Bo Ying jumped forward like crazy, picked up his dying lover, saw her slender neck, could no longer support her beautiful head, saw her starry eyes dim, closed her beautiful eyes.

No matter how much Bo Ying called, Qinghe refused to wake up again.

He trembled, regretted, helpless, and could not stand alone. Tears were rampant, almost crazy, like an arrow off the string, rushing out of the dungeon.

The wolf shooting doctor has seen this situation and this scene, and has seen such scaly wounds all over his body, full of devastation, he can't help but shake his head and frown, sighing.

On the main hall of Huaxuan Palace, Bo Ying's heart was extremely painful, he just wanted to hit the pillar and die, and he was thinking about which pillar to hit and die happily, so he heard the wolf shoot with a bitter face and blame: "The king is too ruthless, and he beats his own woman with such a dead hand." The minister has no power to return to the sky, and the little lady and the little highness can no longer be saved. ”

Bo Ying heard that he no longer had time to screen the pillars of the temple, but looked at the "Dharma Sword", his eyes were confused, and he was infinitely crazy, eager to chop off a pair of two hands.

Fortunately, the wolf shooting doctor is superb, and the prophecy is not fixed. Qinghe and Yingwa's lives are temporarily guaranteed. Think about it, who can resist the power of the seed? What's more, Qinghe was pregnant with Liujia, danced swords day and night, and the premature twins were still born safely.

The wolf still shook his head and sighed: "Fortunately, the little lady is talented and strong, so the mother and son can be temporarily protected." It's just that the little lady gave birth to this child, I'm afraid it will be impossible for you to conceive a dragon for you. ”

When Bo Ying heard this, a heart was extinguished, only to feel depressed and lose his soul, and there was no peace of mind in the world from then on.

Qinghe is really talented, and he was in a coma for three days and three nights, but he can still wake up. Struggling to get up, but as soon as I raised my foot, I heard the crisp sound of "boom", and the metal contention was very good.

When I looked up, I didn't know how to make a sound, but I saw Bo Ying first.

He hugged her tightly, still stubborn: "Qinghe, I'd rather die than put you in prison again." However, I was afraid that you would give up your life, that you would fight hard, and that you would run for your life, so I had to make this decision while you were asleep. ”

Qinghe only felt a sharp pain under his feet, and when he looked down, he saw a pair of small feet, shining with golden light, and they were already shackled.

What is good to say? In his life, he hated her little feet. Bullied her innocently and made her barefoot. Now he bullied her and put gold shackles on her.

Qinghe was unaware of this, and secretly thought to himself: "As long as you can get out of the dungeon, there is hope for revenge in the future." Thinking of revenge, he hurriedly broke free of Bo Ying's arms and jumped off the bed, just to exercise as soon as possible and recover his strength quickly.

Bo Ying saw that she was doing her own thing, and she didn't want to repent, but she could only stop talking, and she didn't dare to be in charge of teaching. In addition to grief, she silently thought in her heart: "She doesn't know, she is very seriously injured, and she is pregnant with my baby, and she should have recuperated." ”

Qinghe was obsessed, walking on the floor of the south study, and heard the sound of shackles and floors hitting each other, so crisp and pleasant, like the song "Long Yue Lotus Fragrance" played by Ah Long.

She listened to the sound of nature, and she was even more oblivious to her surroundings, even to herself. She dragged her shackles, painful step by step, walking around, thinking hard, struggling to reminisce.

Bo Ying saw her like a sleepwalking fairy, barefoot, dragging heavy shackles, walking on the cold floor, and his heart was even more colic. Sad, he cautiously stepped forward and persuaded him softly: "Qinghe, shall we put on our shoes?" ”

If the green lotus is not seen, if it is not smelled, sleepwalking will float past him, float by, float by, and float by, leaving only a faint fragrance of lotus.

Bo Ying's eyes were sour, and he hurriedly turned his face: "Qinghe, there is a small ceremony to be held tomorrow, but it is a family banquet, and it won't take too long." Just for our children to be famous and promising, like other babies, healthy and happy. ”

Thinking of the child, Bo Ying was even more heartbroken: "This is my first baby with her, but it is the last, and there will never be one in the future." She is only eighteen years old, how young is she? What a country and a city? How charming? However, no matter how much I love her and spoil her, how can I get back the peerless beauty I once had? ”

So far, Qinghe's beauty status has been abolished by Kingdee.

Bo Ying was so angry and hated her that he didn't care about letting Kingdee do anything for himself. Let's ask, Qinghe plotted against the king, and still wanted to be a beauty? Isn't it a pipe dream?

Now Bo Ying is full of hatred and turns into love, but it is difficult to overturn and start over, only to make amends and try his best to redeem it.

At this moment, Qinghe didn't say a word, and thought to herself: "I don't come to my menstrual cycle, and I have been pregnant for more than two months, so I must be unfortunate to be pregnant with a baby again." It's just an accident, it's not what I want, what does it have to do with me? Why bother? ”

Thinking of the child, I suddenly remembered that I and Ah Long were born and died in the fish baby in Guijiang, and I couldn't help but light up and darken my starry eyes.

Bo Ying held back tears, turned around, and glanced at her flowing starry eyes, clear, quiet and gentle. I couldn't help it, tears were like injections, my eyes were blurred, and it was difficult to take care of each other, only to hear the wind outside the window, only to hear the sound of rain on the eaves and hesitate.

Now, in this world, Boying is the most looking forward to

Things, the things I love the most, the things I fear the most, is to look her in the eyes.

These big eyes, pure, clear, and mischievous, always alternate between his reality and dreams.

For many years to come, it was the same, and it never changed.

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Zhuo Yun wakes up in a nightmare. The terrible dreams, the flying wars, the shouts and killings in the sky, the blood-stained knives and guns, and the scarlet arrow rain, lingered. He struggled to sit up in the frenzy, looked around, and saw the familiar "Flying Dragon Sword" on the case.

The long sword is like yesterday, and the people do not give up. The long sword has returned, and the Si people have gone.

Zhuo Yun lay prone on the bed, infinitely sad, his whole body twitched, and a suppressed, low sob, as if peeling off the cocoon from the depths of his soul, and the dim candlelight, spread into the cold sky. The desolate, mournful curtain besieged him, and made him unable to breathe, to hear or hear.

Sumire Cha was guarding Zhuo Yun's side, seeing that he was struggling to get up, his hands were supporting and he wanted to get out of bed, so he hurriedly stopped him: "Ah Yun! What are you doing? You have been seriously injured and need to recuperate. ”

Zhuo Yun struggled hard, pushed away Sumire Tea, but as soon as his legs landed, he couldn't support it and staggered to the ground.

Sumire Cha rushed up, picked him up, and put him back on the bed, anxious and painful: "Ah Yun, why are you disobedient?" Do you want to die? ”

Zhuo Yun thought of his best friend, and was sad: "Sumire tea doesn't have to stop me, just let me go." ”

Sumire Tea was so sad that she couldn't cry: "Ah Yun, where are you going?" Where can you go like this? ”

Zhuo Yun's tears welled up like a spring, wetting a whole sleeping pillow: "Sumire tea, you know my heart best, and you must listen to me." Aaron is in deep trouble, and his life is on the line. Let me negotiate with Bo Ying in person and return him to Shu in exchange. ”

Sumire tea burst into tears, unbelievable: "Ah Yun! Why are you so confused? You're going to be a meat bun and a dog, and you can't go back. ”

Zhuo Yunqiang gritted his teeth and struggled: "Ah Long has sacrificed his life for me countless times, and now that he is in great trouble, how can I spare my own life?" ”

Sumire Tea was anxious and afraid, and desperately stopped: "Ah Yun, why are you obsessed?" You are the king of a country! The minister dies for the king, which is justified; The king died for the minister, it is unreasonable! ”

Zhuo Yun shook his head again and again, disapproving: "Sumire tea, where are I and Ah Long?" We are brothers! Otherwise, Xishu would not be able to survive today! ”

Sumire tea was in tears, arguing with reason: "I understand what Ayun said." However, how treacherous is Bo Ying? If Ayun goes to Soochow again, neither you nor Long Fan will be able to save it. In this way, we in Xishu will lose everything. Today's victory is not easy to come by, and if you do this, you are worthy of Aaron? ”

Zhuo Yun was so sad that he got carried away: "Sumire tea, you return to Yuancheng quickly, and support our eldest son Yuan Zhen to be the king of Shu, as long as I change back to Ah Long, he has his own way to bring Shu back to life." ”

Sumire Tea hugged Zhuo Yun and cried bitterly: "Ah Yun, I won't let you go!" Even if they kill me, they won't let you go! If you go and never come back, the whole of Xishu will fall apart! ”

Zhuo Yun looked at Sumire Tea, very sad, thinking of Ah Long, and mourning in his heart. Dizzy for a while, comatose again.

Zhuo Mu has been guarding the tent, watching this scene with his own eyes, and his heart is like a knife.

It wasn't until he saw Zhuo Yun fall asleep under the careful care of Sumire Tea that Zhuo Mu felt heavy and walked out of the camp.

Dark clouds fill the sky like an angry sea; The thick fog is like turning ink, oppressing the sky. full of grief and indignation, irreparable; Full of sorrow, unstoppable; Infinite pathos, unstoppable.

The mountains outside the tent are undulating, and the pines and cypresses are not visible at a glance. The pines and cypresses should be green, but under the cover of clouds, they are described as withered, the color is miserable, the form is sluggish, the indifference is like ice, and the face is hateful.

Not far away there was a dead tree, staring wildly at the eyes of bewitchment, stretching out its ugly branches, like swords and spears, like swords and halberds, like spears, wanting to cut the good into pieces, to turn goodness into powder, to put living beings in misery.

Zhuo Mu looked at the gloomy clouds and mist, looked at the ghost branches and strange trees, his mood was barren, and he suddenly heard gentle footsteps not far away.

Although he never looked back, he knew who the person was, and after a moment's thought, he asked softly: "Mantuo, do you know how I have sought refuge in all these years when I have been miserable and helpless?" ”

Mantuo hurriedly followed and hugged his beloved tightly: "Ah Mu, there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, as long as you look ahead, it will always get better." What's more, it is very rare for us in Xishu to win more with less, and Ah Mu does not need to be so sad. ”

Zhuo Mu held his beloved wife in his arms and kissed her forehead, but let out a wry smile: "Mantuo, I can't help but be sad." Whenever there is nothing to do, there is always Ah Long who is in danger. As long as Ah Long is there, and then there are dark clouds, the clouds can always open and the moon will be peaceful. ”

The pain was extreme, and he was sad: "However, Aaron is gone, my best brother, not here." ”

Mantuo was afraid that Zhuo Mu would take risks to save Ah Long, so he hurriedly persuaded him: "Ah Mu, life is like a storm, come today and go tomorrow." The world will change even more, and today will be closed tomorrow. In any case, whether the ending is good or bad, don't force it too much, otherwise you can only suffer yourself, and you will be cheap to hate. ”

Zhuo Mu did not change his original intention, and devoted himself to saving the dragon: "Mantuo, Xishu can have today, it all depends on the concerted efforts of the monarch and the ministers, the stability of the country, and the courage and fearlessness of Ah Long, who turned the tide." So far, I have a breath of air, and I will do my best to save Ah Long back to Shu. ”