Volume 2: Ten Years of Life and Death [97] Recalled

Chu Changting suddenly began to laugh, laughing sparingly, his thin body trembling with the crazy smile. Her blood-red eyes were wide open, and her pale countenance had a shattered haggardness.

Yi Lunhuan got up and took two steps back, tears flickering slightly in Feng's eyes.

"Long Pavilion." He called.

Chu Changting put aside the quilt and stood up with the bed pole, Yi Lunhuan saw her broken appearance, and stepped forward to help her in distress, but she was thrown away fiercely. She stumbled and grabbed Yi Lunhuan's collar, and looked at him with a cold and sharp gaze, oozing with a cold light of hatred.

This long voice made her conclude.

Conclude that he has always loved her, and conclude that she can use this to seize his only weakness and blackmail him.

"You might as well feed me some more medicine, let me scatter my memories, and fall in love with you again."

Chu Changting laughed, but he laughed sadly and sadly, crying blood.

It turned out that a mouthful of turbid blood spit out the first half of her life.

"You're calculating."

Chu Changting's body gradually softened, and the hands that were holding Yi Lunhuan's collar gradually lost their strength. She let go softly, and then resolutely turned her back and no longer looked at Yi Lunhuan's sad expression.

Yi Lunhuan opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't say a word.

"Since you have loved me for a long time, why didn't you just put me in the palace at the beginning, why did you give me to others with a finger of your hand, why did you want me to go through this heartbroken upheaval?"

"I should have understood, I should have understood!"

"You're just for you. In your eyes, even if you love me, I am insignificant. ”

"Yi Lunhuan, you are so ruthless and ruthless."

It's the most ruthless emperor's family, but it's a pity that I don't understand it now.

"Changting, would you like to hear my explanation." Yi Lun Hwan said softly, it's me, not me.

Chu Changting turned around, looked at him coldly and smiled, and the pride of the former prime minister's concubine resurfaced on her thin face. A pair of apricot blossom eyes slanted upward, and the dark eyes bloomed with boundless hatred.

"I don't want to." She sneered.

"Yi Lunhuan, don't you love your country the most, I am the daughter of a criminal minister, and after I am pregnant with a criminal minister, what, are you not afraid, are you not afraid?" Chu Changting pressed forward again, pulled out a silver hairpin from his head and aimed it at his stomach. Yi Lunhuan panicked for a moment, and stretched out his hand to get it with a blue face, but he had to hang in the air, trembling slightly.

Chu Changting had never seen Yi Lunhuan look so embarrassed, and his liver and intestines were in pain.

"Long Pavilion! No! With a panicked broken sound, he lost all of his imperial demeanor.

You shouldn't be like this at this moment, you should be like frost, and you should abandon my childish actions. Chu Changting's hand holding the hairpin trembled uncontrollably. The more anxious and panicked you are, the more I can't be ruthless.

Come, rebuke me, as you used to be. Chu Changting stared at Yi Lunhuan fiercely.

A tear slipped down his angular face. It was the face she had been thinking about for so long.

Don't you love me, Yi Lunhuan, you tried your best to get me to your side, guarded me like a jade for me, and even killed other concubines casually for me, you must have loved me miserably.

Since you love me miserably, then I will hurt you miserably at this moment.

I'm going to force you to kill your own children alive, and then kill me.

Chu Changting sneered, the sharp hairpin tip had already pierced into the flesh, oozing traces of blood, dyeing the plain Chinese clothes red, making Yi Lunhuan panic like suffocation.

"Today, everything is my last resort, but no matter what, I can't stand you, but I beg you, please keep our children." Staying in front of Chu Changting's bed for an afternoon, he was exhausted, but at this moment he still held his body, endured the saltiness in his throat that might get out of control at any time, and supported the last trace of energy, wanting to ask for Chu Changting's forgiveness.

"How do you have to forgive me?"

Chu Changting smiled coldly and burst into tears.

"Kill me with your own hands."

"Trade my life for your country."

"Since then, I have forgiven you."