After Chun Teng saw the shocking injury on Ming Shiyin's hand, his clear eyes were full of distress and sadness in the blink of an eye.

She blew the cold decoction, raised her hand to scoop up the decoction with a spoon and fed him, and said softly: "A gentle and bright person like the Third Highness will definitely be blessed by God." ”

Her soft whispers are like a warm breeze blowing through people's heartstrings. Even if the heart is cold, the heart will warm up when he hears this.

Ming Shiyin supported his injured body and sat up silently on the bed.

His long silver hair was softly scattered behind him, and his slender eyes looked gray. His white face was as pale as paper, and the blood at the corners of his mouth was dull, like a red rose in a long night, full of death and desolation.

He looked straight at her and reached out to take her hand holding the spoon.

It was the first time he had held a woman's hand when he was so big. Her hands were soft, like cotton. Even with Ming Shiyin, he felt that his palm was much softer.

Chun Teng was shaken by Ming Shiyin, and he was shyly startled.

Her clear eyes moved slightly, her face flushed, and she pursed her lips shyly, like a beautiful porcelain doll.

He is the master, she is the maid, and no matter what he does to her, she cannot resist.

She didn't resist from the bottom of her heart, she just didn't know what to do at this moment.

However, her crankiness did not last long, and in the next second, Chunteng's reddish face turned into a look of horror.

She lowered her head in a daze, only to find that her chest, at some point, had been plunged into a silver dagger, and blood splashed her face.

"Chunteng, God won't save me, I can save me myself!"

Ming Shiyin's white face was full of sadness and hatred, and he pulled out the dagger with force.

Hot blood splashed on Ming Shiyin's clean face, like a rose blooming in the night.

Ming Shiyin thought that Haru Teng would shout.

He frowned, clenched the dagger in his nervous hand, ready for another stab.

Unexpectedly, Haruti just stared at him and blinked. Her watery gaze softened. Soft like the moon in the water, foggy.

"Your Highness has spoken to me."

The corners of Haruto's mouth went up, and he smiled with all his might.

Her tone was soft, without any blame, and seemed to have a hint of joy.

Ming Shi was stunned, this was the last thing Chun Teng said to him.

Only then did he feel that although the spring vine was not beautiful, it was very gentle, like a spring breeze that made his Chunhua Palace always have a temperature.

Now Ivy closed his eyes permanently, his body tilted, and he collapsed on the edge of his bed.

It seems that the last temperature in the Chunhua Palace has dissipated, and it is terrible to be cold for a while.

Ming Shiyin shuddered and silently clenched the dagger in his hand. He then remembered that in all these years, he had never spoken a word to Chunteng.

Ming Shiyin was suddenly a little sad, he had never felt sorry for others, he wondered why this was happening.

He watched as Chun Teng, dressed in turquoise clothes, collapsed in a pool of blood. After hesitating for a few seconds, he quickly ran out of the body that stepped over the ivy.

He always remembered that the slight smile on the corner of Haruto's mouth when he died was like a blood-colored lotus flower hidden in a lotus leaf in midsummer.

After that, Ming Shiyin escaped from Chunhua Palace according to the expected route, but just when he was about to finish, the guards were alarmed.

For a while, there was chaos in the palace, and all the guards began to hunt him down frantically.

Ming Shiyin only fled quickly, desperately fleeing.

He didn't want to stay in this horrible place for a moment. Although there are memories of him from birth to the present, he still doesn't want to stay for a second.

The torches at night illuminate the darkness like sparks, and Ming Shiyin, who has never been out, can only run all the way.

Wherever the road narrows and is, the more he runs. He wanted to get rid of the pursuers behind him and escape from this dark cage.

When he finally ran to the unknown barren mountain, the pursuers did not stop.

There was only a cliff and a rolling river in front of him, and it was very windy and cold that night. He stood on the edge of a cliff, unable to retreat.

Ming Shiyin looked down at the dagger in his hand, and the blood stains on it were still dry.

He didn't know why, but at that time he actually thought of Ivy. Thinking of what she said, his smile was bright, like a spring breeze in March.

Ming Shiyin looked at the pursuers who were pressing him step by step, and they could capture him back in the next second. He suddenly pursed his lips and smiled, turned around and jumped off the cliff.

He always wanted to live, but at that moment, he didn't want to live.

He felt that life was hard, not good at all, maybe it was better to die.

But things in the world are so strange, when a person wants to live, he always feels that it is very difficult to live. When he wants to die, he doesn't necessarily have to die. This is the case with Ming Shiyin.

When he opened his eyes again, he found him lying on the shore. The sun shone brightly outside on his scarred body.

Ming Shiyin raised his eyes to look at the sun that was about to stab the blind man, and suddenly grinned. Laughing and laughing and crying again, he didn't know whether he should be happy or sad.

When Ming Shiyin tried to get up on the shore, he found that his leg was in severe pain, and it seemed that he had broken it.

He had nothing of value on him, except for a thin gown and a black cloak. He took a deep breath and could only grit his teeth and endure the sharp pain.