Zhao Huan said with hatred in his heart: "Wait for me to pour a spoonful of oil on the fire, and see how you Song Jiang ends?" If you kill Song Jingxin, your reputation will be discredited, and there will be forces against you in the autonomous region, and I will have a chance to cooperate with them or with you. If you don't kill Song Jingxin, you will inevitably lay the root of the curse, and you will become an anti-Song force in the future, and you can also use it for me. Song Jiang, you can't escape my control no matter what! ”

"It's late! Too late! ”

Zhao Huan's voice sounded categorically with a hint of contempt, as if he felt that he still didn't understand his hatred, he secretly clenched his teeth, eager to tear this sentence alive along with Song Jingxin, and then swallowed it.

After a long time, he closed his eyes and looked up again, and said with compassion: "It's really too late ••••••!" ”

At this time, Song Jingxin was still immersed in shock, and Zhao Huan's huge contrast was like a big earthquake, and she didn't know what to do. She thought that Zhao Huan would be overjoyed when she heard the words of elopement, and then plan specific matters, but who knew that it was such a shocking result.

The first thing that shocked was Zhao Huan's laughter.

Although the smile was silent, it seemed that thousands of invisible sharp knives were stabbing at her, and she felt that her clothes were suddenly inextricably linked, and her body was instantly sore and white.

The next thing that shocked her was Zhao Huan's voice, the combination of voice and expression, it was a resentful woman in the deep palace, how could there be a trace of the former emperor. And the expression of hiding anger and schadenfreude is intertwined, which makes him even more vicious and vicious.

"That's not right! Even if love gives birth to hate, he won't hate me to this point? Could it be that •••••• Chen Dong is true? ”

In astonishment, Song Jingxin was like turning a book, looking for the reason page by page in her brain. When Zhao Huan's sympathetic choked voice sounded, she saw Zhao Huan's emaciated face again, and her heart trembled suddenly.

Zhao Huan loves himself, and he will lose weight like he is now, he complains a few words from love to hate, but he thinks elsewhere, is this like a person who wants to grasp his happiness?

In fact, Song Jingxin would not have thought that Zhao Huan's emaciation was indeed caused by his exhaustive thoughts, but what he missed was not Song Jingxin, but his throne.

"It's not too late! It's not too late at all! Let's escape from the cage, find a paradise with beautiful mountains and rivers, and live a happy life that belongs to the two of us. ”

Song Jingxin took a few steps forward and said: "From now on, there will be no worldly disturbances, no more love and hatred, only two fairy-like mandarin ducks to write our own Peach Blossom Spring." ”

"Hehehehehe••••••"

Zhao Huan laughed out loud this time, but this laughter was sharper and piercing than an awl. Then, the voice suddenly changed, like a cry: "Where is our paradise? You think too simply, the day your life is revealed, when thousands of heads fall to the ground, how can you give you the opportunity to escape from the cage? Even if you are lucky enough to escape, you will inevitably run for your life in the pursuit for the rest of your life. There are some things that you can't forget if you want to, others don't want to forget, and you will always be a lamb to the slaughter. Meditation, you accept your fate! ”

"Nope! I don't accept my fate! Even if there is a little hope, I will fight for it! ”

Song Jingxin said stubbornly: "Stretch out your head and stab your head, shrink your head and stab it, it's a big deal that we will sleep in the same acupoint." "Twelve Literary Network

Zhao Huan laughed again, this time he smiled very lightly and contemptuously, he said unhurriedly: "Song Jingxin, you think clearly, you are justifying yourself from beginning to end, when will I agree to elope with you?" I can't put a good day, but I will die with you? Think clearly, the person who sleeps in the tomb is you, not me. Whether it's a blessing or a curse, it's all your troubled waters, and I definitely won't wade into it. From now on, I will draw a line with you, I will take my Yangguan Road, you cross your single-plank bridge, there is nothing to do with it, nothing else to run to me. ”

Taking advantage of Song Jingxin's blank mind, Zhao Huan continued: "As the saying goes, husband and wife are birds of the same forest, and they fly separately when disaster comes, and loving couples are still like this, not to mention people who don't even have a relationship with each other." I have suffered humiliation in the north, and I wanted to spend a few days in comfort with you in the autonomous region after returning to the south, but you repeatedly refused, shattering my longing. Now that you are in great trouble, you have come to pull me back, and I am not a rural villager, so you can give up if you want to, and stay if you want. Song Jingxin, whatever you say is just nonsense, I don't believe it, and I am not ashamed to be with you. I don't have sand in my eyes, so put away that false lie! This time, I will cut you in two, and I will never get along with each other! After saying that, he turned around and didn't look at Song Jingxin again.

Song Jingxin felt that the whole person was buried in the gray dust, not seeing half a meter of sunlight, her brain was empty, cold, lost, and helpless were all pressed on her, and even smooth breathing became a luxury, and at this moment she really realized that it seemed that the world had completely abandoned her.

Tears have flooded.

Song Jingxin felt that he was driving a lonely boat, breaking through the sad fog, sailing out of the confused sea, and escaping to another world. She fled aimlessly like a walking corpse, like a car driving on a frictionless road that never seemed to stop.

Suddenly, a building came into view, and she couldn't help but stop and look up.

Chunglie Tower.

After a long time, Song Jingxin muttered, "The ghost in the Martyr's Tower, is it willing to accept my soul that has nowhere to take refuge?" ”

There was a stabbing thud, and a freshly written letter was lit by a match. Luan Tingyu looked at the slowly extinguished flame in a daze, unaware that the match had burned to the end, and he was not alert until his fingers were burned, and he hurriedly blew out the match.

I can't remember how many letters he burned, I always feel that the writing is not detailed enough, I feel that it is all nonsense, and a lot of important content is missing, or simply I don't know what to write to express the events he wants to express to Song Jiang at this time.

Song Jingxin's visit to investigate his life experience was too abrupt, and because of the abruptness, it seemed even more weird. This is like a sudden explosion of thunder in the clear sky, which suddenly wraps people in an eerie and terrifying horror, making it difficult for people to accept this sudden change.

Over the years, those old people who have beaten Zhujiazhuang have long forgotten about this matter, and Song Jingxin is Song Jiang's biological daughter in their minds. If it weren't for Song Jingxin's investigation now, even Luan Tingyu wouldn't have remembered the word daughter of Zhulong, let alone the rest.

Who picked up this memory after more than twenty years of calm? Did you say it unintentionally, or did it happen on purpose? If it was intentional, then this person must have hatched a great conspiracy, at least wrapped in a vicious evil heart.

Therefore, the most important thing now is to find out this person, but the sad Song Jingxin is already determined to live and die, she will not confess this person if she dies, can she still use torture tools to extract a confession? What's the difference between that and killing her.

Thinking of this, Luan Tingyu was anxious and angry, and this person directly made a dead knot for Song Jiang. If Song Jingxin turned against Song Jiang in this way, it would be nothing more than two results, killing or imprisoning Song Jingxin, but no matter which outcome would have a great impact on Song Jiang's reputation, and then affect the future development of the autonomous region.

Luan Tingyu looked down at the match root in his hand, and immediately thought of how beautiful the future of the autonomous region is.

At this moment, he has already made up his mind, no matter who is behind the scenes, trying to achieve the goal of splitting the autonomous region by framing Brother Song, he is the enemy of the autonomous region, and he wants to find out this ghost and take the knife down.

If Song Jingxin was still so stubborn and uncooperative...... That...... Luan Tingyu muttered, "Brother Song, just let me be this wicked person!" ”