I subconsciously turned my face sideways, and the tip of the knife pierced the air, grazing my cheek sharply.

There was a white light shining again, not just one, but many blades hidden under the window, like a signal, almost at the same time, rushing towards me.

It's not that the sun is dazzling, it's really a hidden assassination outside.

The rest of the blades were less polite, almost stabbing at my eyes.

In an instant, before I could react, my eyes suddenly went black, and I was completely buried in the darkness.

The whole robe was fastened around my head, obscuring my vision tightly, covering all the blades, covering everything, and there was not a trace of light.

The arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me back, and I was pressed against a broad chest, so that I could clearly hear the sound of my chest jumping.

Plop plop like thunder.

The familiar breath, like the gentlest reassurance, I gave up resisting, and now only the last of my five senses can hear movement in my ears.

The sonorous sound of weapons handing over, and the sound of muffled scolding.

Then there was the fluttering movement of falling to the ground, and then the tip of the nose was filled with the familiar sandalwood fragrance, and there was also some frowning smell of blood, which was thick and depressing.

"Don't be afraid."

There was a hoarse and mellow voice in his ears, and with me, he seemed to be at ease and calm.

It seems that many times, he is like this, it is he who has brought me out of the encirclement again and again, but it is also he who has plunged me into despair.

He is the one who saves people, and he is the one who kills.

As soon as the eyes were closed, tears snapped down, and the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time finally began to expand uncontrollably.

Where it doesn't hurt, my heart hurts so much, where falling into a cliff is such a simple thing, it's almost a nightmare, I often wake up from dreams, that infinite weightlessness makes me scared.

There will also be a pair of extremely cool eyes in the dream, Pei Yousheng in the dream seems to be extremely cold, standing on the cliff, bowing his head indifferently, bending down and breaking my hand a little bit.

If I hadn't remembered it clearly, I had personally tightened the reins and headed straight for the cliff, and the horse neighed and led me in, and I would have even doubted the truth of the dream.

Those pains are too real, entangled day and night, and they make me feel painful.

"Ah Luan."

The robe was lifted, the darkness was banished, and the room was still not lit with an oil lamp, and the curtain was not lifted, but the brightness of the night pearl kept it bright.

"Don't be afraid, look at me, look me in the eyes."

Pei Yousheng squatted in front of me, his voice hoarse.

I focused my gaze a few times before I could see him clearly, the light of the night pearl was so faint, so faint that I was less than a palm's distance from him, and I still couldn't see it clearly.

His facial features are still perfect and he can't find the slightest flaw, his eyebrows are sharply raised into the sideburns, the bridge of his nose is high, and his eyelids are restrained, gathering all the sharpness and sharpness.

At the end of the eyes, there seems to be some redness, as if I have cried, and it is also like an illusion.

In a trance, it seemed that I had returned to the time when nothing had happened, and I subconsciously shouted, "Uncle Huang." ”

As if touching something, his hand was cold, intertwined with my ten fingers, and he lowered his head and put his forehead on the back of my hand, as if he was trembling.

The body that had always been upright and unbent was now completely bent, and his hoarse voice overflowed.

"Are you still going to go with him?"

The voice brought me back to my senses from a moment of stupor, and I took a deep breath, firmly and slowly pulled my hand out of his palm, and said softly, "Regent, be careful. ”

I could clearly see him stiffen for a moment, but soon he got up, bent slightly, and put his hands at my sides, so close that his breath was almost entangled.

I tilted my head, and he didn't care, his voice was even hoarser than before, as if his throat had been sharpened by something rough.

"Everyone in this world can be forgiven for making mistakes, but can't I, Chang'an?" He asked me.

His voice was in his ears, and the tip of his nose was full of his taste, mixed with the bitter taste of medicine.

His voice was suppressed by the tip of his tongue, as if he had put himself extremely low, his eyelids were also drooping, looking at me reverently, my heart trembled at the tip of my heart, my mouth moved, and some words wanted to be said without going through my brain.

My lips moved a few times before I slowly but firmly pushed his hand away and stepped back into his arms.

"Yes, but you can't."

His body seemed to stiffen suddenly, and when I lifted the curtain, the light from outside suddenly leaked in, followed by a thick smell of blood, and corpses lying all over the place.

Many people died, all of them were constantly bleeding from their throats, their eyes were still blank, and they died almost instantly.

For a moment, I seemed to see his hands clenched, his fingers curled into his palms, and his long figure was still upright, but it was also lonely.

It's like a wasteland, it's like a high ridge, there is no trace of popularity, and it is full of indifferent loneliness and loneliness.

"There's someone waiting for me down there, I really should go, Uncle Huang." I looked back.

The tails of his eyes were indeed a little red, as if they were stained with good rouge, and the eyes lined with them were even darker and deeper, looking at me with a burning gaze, and some depressed tumbling.

"You see I'm still willing to call you Uncle Huang, that is, what I said before counts, I really don't hate you anymore."

A write-off, now it is considered two clearances.

Hate is to hate the wrong time, born at the wrong time, but born in the cycle of cause and effect.

The pain in his eyes became more obvious, and his voice became even hoarse, "I'd rather hear you say hate me than you are now." Are you really going to go back with him? Have you figured out that he is the best person you can trust? ”

In my impression, Pei Yousheng's words are pitiful, almost all of them are swept by with that sharp eye membrane, but now under the gritty voice, he said so many words.

"Yes, I have thought about it, and now I am the imperial concubine, and soon I will be honored as the queen, he is willing to marry me, he is willing to accept me, and he is willing to promise me a couple for the rest of my life, why don't I agree?"

"It's Uncle Huang." I bent my eyebrows and smiled, "It's time to find a suitable one, I just hope that the messy things committed by my father can be repaid now." ”

"Are you worried about Thirteen?"

He suddenly stepped forward, grabbed my wrist, and there were still a few wipes of dried blood on his slender fingers, and asked me: "Just can't wait to make a clear relationship with me, aren't you afraid that I will regret killing her and seize this throne, just like at the beginning?" ”

The latter words were clearly said by him gritting his teeth, but the last momentum disappeared abruptly, but it was like a voice that hurt to the bones, and from his eyes, I seemed to see regret and pain.