It was very difficult for Yan Jun to spit out the word death, his eyes were extremely dark, and there was a stubborn stubbornness in his trance. His fingertips tucked in his sleeves were trembling, and there was an ethereal sense of trance when he stepped on the ground.

How could she die...... How could she die?

At the moment when Xuan Qing nodded, a slight glimmer of light flashed in Yan Jun's eyes, but it quickly turned into cowardice again.

Xuan Qing glanced back at him lightly, the temperature under his eyes was very cold, and said, "Come with me." ”

After speaking, without waiting for Yan Jun's answer, Xuan Qing had already walked away.

Yan Jun followed without hesitation.

***

In a very ordinary camp tent, the curtain was opened, and what came into view was-

A jet-black coffin.

At the moment of seeing the coffin, Yan Jun's footsteps paused, and then stopped there, the coolness spread from the soles of her feet to the limbs, and then there was a tidal wave of dizziness.

Xuan Qing's voice sounded faintly.

"Why don't you come, don't you want to see her?"

With a hint of sarcasm.

As if she hadn't heard his taunt, Yan Jun walked to the coffin step by step with heavy steps, and then raised her slender hand-

Push open the coffin's board.

Yan Jun's pupils contracted sharply, and his lips were pursed tightly, and at this moment, a trace of blood gradually snaked down the corner of his lips, which was abnormal.

The woman lying in the coffin, her eyes were tightly closed, her face was serene, there was no expression of pain, and she didn't think about dying too much.

Her face was the same as before, except that it was slightly paler.

However, there are real signs of loss of life.

Everything around him seemed to be still, Yan Jun couldn't see everything around him, he could only see the people in front of him in his eyes, and the emotions in his eyes were chaotic and complicated, as if they were empty, and there was endless fear. But it's more of a sense of abandonment, like a child who can't find a home, and even the corners of his eyes are slightly red. 137

With a soft foot, the new emperor of Beiliang crouched in front of this black coffin in an embarrassed and humble manner.

Chu Yunke...... Chu Yunke......"

At this time, Xuan Qing's voice sounded out of place again.

He said, "That arrow killed her." ”

That arrow pierced her heart, such a wound, even Hua Tuo couldn't save her in the next life. Yan Jun, do you know? How I want to kill you when she lies in front of me so dying, covered in blood. ”

"I thought that even if you didn't like her, you wouldn't really order her to be killed. But as it turned out, I was wrong. ”

"You don't care about her."

Yan Jun lowered her head and spat out a mouthful of blood. He lifted his fingertips to wipe it, but the blood was getting more and more.

Hearing Xuan Qing's words, Yan Jun wanted to shake her head.

It wasn't he who ordered the arrows to be released, it wasn't him......

How could he want to kill her, how could it be.

The young emperor, looking at the coffin, looked desperate and sad.

"Yan Jun, she is dead now, who are you acting for?"

Yan Jun didn't answer a word, and he didn't want to answer either.

He thought he could afford it.

However, it wasn't until she was lying in front of him breathless like this that Yan Jun knew that he was wrong, completely wrong.

At the beginning of marrying Chu Yunke, he had some thoughts of taking advantage of it.

Loving her is really not in the plan.

But - the love is deep without knowing it.