Lu Zhaoci stood still under the city wall, while Ruan Tang hung Weiya, ready to pounce into Lu Zhaoci's arms from mid-air.

"The first shot of the 273rd game, Action!"

The remnant sun was like blood, the long sword fell from the city wall, and plunged straight into the sand in front of the city gate, Ling Yue roared, and rushed forward to catch the falling Qin He.

"Qinhe, Qinhe," the man looked at the blood on her neck and wanted to cover it with his hands, but found that it was to no avail, "Imperial Doctor!" Where's the doctor? Get the hell out of here—"

He began to tremble, hugged the girl in his arms tightly, and the panic in his eyes became stronger and stronger, "Qinhe, you won't die, you won't die, don't leave me...... Don't leave me, okay, I beg you......"

The girl looked at the man's face stupidly, raised her hand slightly, and stroked the man's cheek in vain, as if she was caressing the most precious treasure in her heart.

Ling ...... Lang ......," she struggled to let out a breath sound, "...... me Buried in ...... Father's ...... ...... around"

"Okay," Ling Yue's eyes were red, and tears scurled on his face, "I promise you whatever you want, and I will bury your family in a beautiful way...... I won't kill any of those clansmen, I won't kill them...... Qinhe, you live, are you alive or not? ”

The girl hooked her lips slightly, and with the last of her strength, struggled to grab the man's hand and dropped a kiss on his palm.

"Camera! Closer! Closer! Director Bo yelled at the walkie-talkie in a low voice, lest his voice be too loud to the two people who were playing: "The camera is tight!" Right! That's it! ”

The man suffocated slightly, and the warm feeling from the palm of his hand made him unable to hold back tears like rain: "I was wrong, Qinhe, I really know that I was wrong, I beg you, I beg you not to go......"

"You...... Good...... Good ......."

Qin He slowly closed his eyes, and his hand hung down weakly.

In the palm of her hand, she kept pinching a strand of hair tied up by red thread.

It was a token that Ling Yue had given her in a letter in order to lure him before.

The man looked at the strand of hair in a daze, and after a while, he came back to his senses, carefully twisted a strand of the girl's long hair, and tied it with his own.

"Married as husband and wife, love is in......separable," he muttered out the poem he had written on the letter, "I have never married someone else, I have only one person in my heart in this life, and if I lose Qingqing, I will be willing to suffer from the pain of tearing my heart......"

The pain of cutting out the heart, it turns out to be this kind of taste.

He hugged the girl and stroked her pale cheeks, moving gently, as if he was afraid of waking her from his sleep.

"King Ling, there are still people in the palace making trouble......"

"Let it go," Ling Yue said expressionlessly, "The palace people are innocent, those people of the clan are reduced to commoners, the property in the clan is confiscated, and the rest is kept for them." ”

The courtier's face changed: "But if you cut the grass and don't get rid of the roots......"

"The last member of the royal family died in my arms," he said, turning his head and looking coldly at the visitor, "how else do you want to cut the grass and eradicate the roots?" ”

The man hurriedly lowered his head and said that he didn't dare, and when he looked up again, the man had already carried the dead girl, turned over on his horse, and rode away towards the outside of the city.

The last scene of this scene is the scene of the man kneeling in front of his father's grave, holding the girl and muttering to himself.

"Dad, mother, I will avenge your revenge," he clutched the girl's hand, which had lost its temperature, "but my son has lost the most important person in his life." ”