Lying on Zhang Jiayi's body, she kept vomiting blood in her mouth, and this time Xiaorui understood that she was leaving.

Once lucky, this time not so much luck.

During the period, Ai Ai glanced up at Zhang Jiayi, she wept silently, and asked sadly: "Miss, is the slave going to die?" ”

Zhang Jiayi, who was smearing hemostatic medicine on Xiaorui's injured area, was stunned, and touched Xiaorui's face with a smile.

"No, you're not dead, you have to believe that you can still live, Xiaorui must be confident and optimistic." Smiling bitterly, her heart was like a knife.

According to her observation, the wound was pierced in the heart, and the dagger had to be pulled out later, but it was also the most dangerous step.

It was at that moment whether she was alive or dead, and even at this time she had some resentment towards Wang Chenggao, and she understood that the assassin's target was not Xiaorui, but to Chenggao.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jiayi was about to suffocate with heartache, and said angrily: "You stupid girl, how can you be so stupid, what if you die, Miss Jean, what will I do!" ”

"Miss is not afraid, not afraid." Even though her whole body was weak, Xiaorui still tried to wipe Zhang Jiayi's tears.

"Hey, don't talk anymore, I'm going to draw a dagger." Sullen, Zhang Jiayi pulled out quickly in order to reduce Xiaorui's pain.

A fountain of blood poured up, splashing her face with blood, not even her clothes.

As soon as he solved the assassin, he just stopped and turned around to see this scene, he only felt that all his internal organs were moving, he was crazy, and when he looked at Zhang Jiayi, he felt that Zhang Jiaxin was a madman.

Eager, he immediately strode over to stop him, "Zhang Jiayi, don't pull out the dagger, he will die, he will die!" ”

shouted vigorously, and at the moment when the dagger was successfully pulled out, Zhang Jiayi ignored it.

Neatly picked up the white cloth and put it close to the wound, the blood stained the white cloth red, and even the hemostatic powder placed on the white cloth was dyed red, at least there was no bad result.

At least stopped the blood, Zhang Jiayi kicked and breathed a sigh of relief, and fell to the ground, "Whew, it's finally okay, it's okay, it's okay." ”

Wang Chenggao was desperate and suddenly his face was overjoyed, and he knelt and rubbed all the way to Xiaorui's side.

This was the first time he had hugged Xiaorui, and he was about to observe it, when he noticed that the blood suddenly turned from red to black.

Zhang Jiayi saw that she panicked, and pushed Wang Chenggao away with a complaining face.

She didn't care about a lot of things, she had to know what poison it was before she could configure the antidote.

But time did not allow, Xiaorui's face and hands and feet turned black, as if she was asleep, motionless.

She trembled all over at this situation, cried softly, her fingers trembled even more, and slowly touched the tip of Xiaorui's nose.

In a panic, Zhang Jiayi shook her head in despair, her dull eyes were as empty as hollow, her face was hideous, and she pounced on Xiaorui's body and cried bitterly.

"No, Xiaorui, don't you want to die, okay, don't leave me, can you open your eyes and look at me."

She was crazy, and all the scenes in her mind were beautiful pictures with Xiaorui, and she hid her face and cried hazyly.

Wang Chenggao, who was still glad just now, suddenly retreated violently, and his eyes were red in surprise, "What are you talking about, Xiaorui is dead?" She, she's the future princess of this king, how can she die, how can she?

I even have a wedding dress ready, even if I don't love her, but I have never used to hate her, why, why, it's all my fault, if it weren't for me, her, how could she die. ”

Wang Zhaolin couldn't bear to say in his heart: "The prince wants to mourn." ”

This sentence undoubtedly angered Wang Chenggao, he knew that Wang Zhaolin had always been at odds with Xiaorui, if Wang Zhaolin had found out and made a move just now, it might not have been this result.

With a cold face, Wang Chenggao raised his hand and slapped it fiercely.

Covering his face, Wang Zhaolin's face was slightly pale, and his mood fluctuated greatly, "Lord Wang, you, you beat me?" ”

"That's right, I not only want to beat you, I also want you to disappear in front of me, it's all your fault, it's all your fault, why didn't you make a move just now, you must know that you are closer to me than Xiaorui." Clenching his palms, he roared loudly and coldly.

Not only Wang Zhaolin, but also Zhang Zhizheng, this is his house.

Thinking of Wangcheng pacing on the plateau, he glared at Zhang Zhizheng gloomily, and spat out murderously: "You deserve to die." ”

A stumbling Zhang Zhizheng couldn't hide his fear, and tried to explain that he was innocent and that it was not his command.