Qingfeng probably understood his words, summoned the thunder and lightning, lightning and thunder, the rainstorm had not yet fallen, and the bed curtain was light and windy, and I hoped it was also grieving for him.

"I often wonder if I didn't do well enough to make him not have me in his heart, but gradually, I figured it out, just because he had too many things in his heart that were more important than me."

Akihara was probably tired of crying, and his voice was close to hoarseness.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, Zhaoyuan is tired, probably can't pray for His Highness anymore, Your Highness can do it yourself."

The wind ate her hair, and the girl in plain clothes in front of her was so fragile.

"Zhaoyuan, the world respects him, fears him, and admires him, but no one loves him."

"Love him?" Akihara suddenly laughed, laughing wildly, "What about me?" What am I all these years? It is said that the royal family is ruthless, isn't it ruthless to us, why should he Xiao Yuanjun say and leave. ”

The person in front of him does not have the gentle appearance of the past, Xiao Yuanjun is really ruthless, and she loves to part, so that when she is not yet done, she has experienced it, all the fate in the world that is not fulfilled will eventually become the cinnabar in other people's hearts, and the cinnabar in Zhaoyuan's heart cannot be removed.

"Little pick, let's go."

The wedding dress she wears today is hand-cut by the matchmaker, the red makeup on her face is the hands of the people of Dayan, all the beautiful scenery in her eyes is the ancestors of the past dynasties, she was smooth in the past, her brother personally carried it down, she never owes anything to others.

But the person in front of them, they owe it after all, and they pass by tonight, the world is different, they are no longer the same as before.

"Just because he is still His Royal Highness the Prince, he can't love it, he can't wait to protect it, he can't protect it."

That's all I want to say, what I want to say, what I want to do, what I want to do, I can't be selfish, this time, change my sister to protect you.

The moon is still that moon, Chinese New Year's Eve is still that Chinese New Year's Eve, luxurious but impersonal, the silent palace, full of soldiers walking around.

"Assassins, claw assassins!"

The night was alarmed by the abrupt sound, and the soldiers responded and all began to run.

"Xiao Pick, go and see Your Majesty."

The wind was still there, the thunder and lightning were still there, and the people were running as hard as they could, with the sound of the howling wind and the panicked sound of the assassin hunting.

By then, the lady outside the door had already cried, and the imperial doctor and officials knelt on the ground, and Yiren's heart was cold, and there was a feeling of coldness at this moment.

The heavy door of the palace was opened, and Father-in-law Laifu seemed to have calculated the time and opened the door just in time, "Princess, please." ”

The rich palace, the incense of agarwood in the room, Yiren saw His Majesty lying on the bed and the auxiliary king sitting on the side, he was puzzled, and when he saw the assassin tied up on the side, he was confused for a moment, and then smiled self-deprecatingly as if he had figured it out.

"Rifle." Xiao Yuanqing sat up from the bed, his spirit was much better than before, his voice was thick, and he didn't want to have impurities when he listened to it before.

Father-in-law Laifu seemed to hesitate, but he still handed her the book in his sleeve.

Yiren looked at the book in front of him, his breathing gradually became short, and the sadness that he could not suppress was as if he could not find an outlet at the moment, and his whole body was trembling.

"This? This? She was speechless, her eyes were scarlet, and she gradually approached Xiao Yuanqing.

"What the hell is going on?"

Laifu Gonggong lowered his head, and Xiao Yuanqing did not shy away from it, "This is a blood letter written by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince himself." ”

"When was this blood book written? Did he write it long before he set out on the expedition? Did he already know that he was going to die? Is he not, is he not ......"

"Yes."

Yiren couldn't believe it, how could he admit it as a matter of course, without the slightest remorse, could it be that they have really been nothing for more than ten years?

Shen Qizheng's voice sounded outside the door, a little lost, "Emperor Qiqi, the subordinates are not doing well, so let the assassin run away." ”

Xiao Yuanqing did not answer, Shen Qizheng did not speak again outside the door, and Yiren looked at the assassin who was unconscious on the side, and smiled in his heart.

The red at the end of the eyes was originally a stunning embellishment, but at this moment, a pair of eyes were scarlet, but it made that face charming and ruthless.

Yiren sat down on the ground, his eyes were glazed, and there was something warm and warm attached to his hand, Yiren looked down, and his hand was bright red blood, covering his hands, and the body of the imperial doctor was at her feet, and there was still blood on his neck, his expression was so hideous.

Laughing and laughing, she laughed out loud, looked at the corpse on the ground, and slowly, little by little, stumbled to her feet.

"Isn't it, we're really nothing in your eyes."

Xiao Yuanqing closed his eyes, as if he was tired, and didn't look at him.

Yiren is really tired at the moment, she has never felt that this world is so desolate, as far as the eye can see, she is alone, no matter how she runs, as far as the eye can see, it is wilderness.

She was so tired that she didn't even have the strength to get angry, so she took off the crown of hair on her head and threw it aside, her eyes were desolate.

"Will you let us go if we do our duty? Royal, will let us go? ”

Silence, deathly silence, the Yiren had never hated silence so much, but if they could say no, she would not be sad from now on.

Xiao Yuanqing slowly opened her eyes and looked down at the girl sitting on the ground, her eyes were full of sadness, her waist seemed to be no longer straight, she wanted to be a rag doll, and fell to the ground decadently.

His eyelids moved slightly, and finally closed his eyes, "The world will not let you go, and your brother will also die a grievance." ”

"Brother?" Yiren sneered and laughed, as if the word brother was such a big joke, everyone in the world was qualified to say that he was brother, but the Xiao family did not.

"So you already knew that my brother was going to die, and Xiao Shizi supported those who stopped them on the way, you arranged it? You already knew that Xiao Ye would hand over the border city defense map to the enemy, and the prince would definitely die if he went? ”

Yiren accepted his fate, slowly stood up, picked up the decoction on the table, sat on the edge of the bed and fed him little by little, thinking of a filial daughter, and being patient, and wiped the medicine stains on the corners of his mouth for him.

Laifu's father-in-law knelt down, and his whimpering voice looked so sad in the empty dormitory.

After the medicine was fed, Yiren got up and walked out, crying over the imperial doctor who was still cold in his bones, passing by the unconscious assassin, and also passing by the auxiliary prince who was always expressionless and the father-in-law Laifu who was full of guilt, and Yiren smiled.

"You have left a way for the people of the world to live, but you have not left a way for our sisters and brothers."

"Your Majesty, the Yiren are also tired, that Panjun is probably not the Panjun that everyone expects in their hearts."

Yes, no, whether it is that Jun, but not the one that the world expects, she is tired, this road