A mouthful of blood choked into his throat, turning the unfinished curse into a violent cough.

In the pain of suffocation, Pu Jia struggled to open her eyes and escape from the heart-wrenching nightmare.

- Of course, it was not just a dream, but a past where she gritted her teeth step by step.

However, at this moment, she is no longer the female prisoner who was tortured in the dungeon yesterday, but the princess of Da Zhou Showa, the unpopular bride of the man in front of her.

So soon, we met again.

Pu Jia forcibly endured the hatred in her chest, and looked at the once familiar face in front of her expressionlessly.

Zhong Liang, whom she knew, loved to laugh very much. When he galloped on the river, he smiled; He smiled when the tent was warm; When the camp was burned and all the 100,000 soldiers and civilians in Shanrong were buried, he was still smiling; Even when she finally broke out of the fire single-handedly and collapsed in front of him with all her strength, he was still smiling.

At this moment, when the Shanrong clan has been wiped out and the Great Zhou has won a complete victory, there is no smile on his face, replaced by anger, hatred, and indifference and alienation that makes people feel chills in their hearts at first sight.

It's the time to laugh now, why doesn't he laugh?

Was it because she refused to reveal the secret of that thing until she died, so did he feel that all the false feelings he had spent on her before had been in vain?

That's really sorry for him.

The more she thought about it, the more sarcastic she felt, and she didn't even bother with the pain in her neck, so she just hooked the corners of her lips and laughed mockingly.

Zhong Liang's face gradually showed a little confusion. He frowned slightly, and relaxed the hand that was pressed on Pu Jia's neck: "What are you laughing at?" ”

"I'm laughing at you for just bluffing," Pu Jia narrowed her eyes at him defiantly, "Actually, you don't dare kill me at all." ”

Zhong Liang picked up the short knife from Pu Jia's hand, and his fingertips rubbed on the cold and shining knife surface: "Are you sure?" ”

Pu Jia slowly sat up and looked at him calmly: "Of course." If I die on the way to get married, you can still excuse it as an accident; But if I die in your room, my father will have to ask you for an explanation. Now that An Guogong is seriously ill and has not recovered, I am afraid it is not a good time for you to raise an army to rebel......"

Before she finished speaking, the short knife in Zhong Liang's hand was already under her neck.

The tip of the knife pressed against the skin, and the chill penetrated the bones. Life and death are only a matter of a fraction of a second.

Although she had just died once not long ago, Pu Jia couldn't help but tense her nerves at this moment.

In his ears, Zhong Liang's cold mockery: "The princess probably doesn't know that people who pretend to be smart often die extremely quickly." ”

Pu Jia clenched her wide sleeves and forced her composure: "What, the colt really wants to kill me?" You have to think clearly - there seems to be a little mistake with An Guogong, if I die at this time, who should he go to borrow when he wants to 'borrow his life'? ”

The corners of Zhong Liang's eyes moved slightly, and his anger seemed to be more intense, but the short knife in his hand quietly shrank back a little.

Pu Jia secretly breathed a sigh of relief, raised her hand and wiped it under her neck, only to realize that her skin had been pierced by the tip of the knife, and the blood on her neck was pasted.

Zhong Liang still looked at her coldly: "You know a lot. However, your father's illness is not a concern for you, and he has already woken up. ”

"That's weird!" Pu Jia raised her head to meet his gaze, with a look of astonishment: "The method of 'borrowing life' has always been a life for a life, and now my life is still with me, whose life did Grandpa Guo 'borrow'?" ”

Zhong Liang's face changed greatly, and his red eyes were full of fierceness.

Pu Jia pretended not to see, and folded her fingers in confusion: "I heard people say that the object of borrowing can only be blood relatives or in-laws, and they are also particular about birthdays. Among the relatives of Grandpa Guo, I haven't heard of anyone who just died today - hey, where are you going? ”

Zhong Liang didn't answer, turned around and ran out with a flick of his sleeves, and his back looked a little hasty.

After he walked away, Pu Jia picked up the scabbard next to the pillow and held it in his hand, gritted his teeth and endured the throbbing pain in his chest, so uncomfortable that the whole person curled up.

What she didn't know was that at this moment, Zhong Liang was leaning against the wall outside the Moon Gate, his hands clenched into fists and pounding his chest, closing his eyes tightly and letting the rain fall all over his face.