Although Ning Xiang's face is bloodless, it vividly expresses grief, remorse, guilt, and pity.

Bean-sized teardrops were like pearls with broken threads, constantly grabbing wide out, rolling down her cheeks, she cried, while kneeling forward, her hands in the air, her five fingers stretched out, as if she wanted to grab the corner of Leng Yue's clothes.

"Sister...... Sister...... My sister knew she was wrong...... My sister really knows it's wrong......"

In the face of such a sincere and pious Ning Xiang, Leng Yue just had an expressionless face, and when Ning Xiang's hand was about to grab the corner of his clothes, she took two steps back unhurriedly, just dodging Ning Xiang's hand.

Ning Xiang grabbed the air, but she didn't give up, she still held her hands and held it towards Leng Yue.

"Sister, what you said is right, what you said is right, it is my own selfishness, jealousy, and my ambition and unwillingness to accept the status quo, so I will always be against you in the General's Mansion.

But sister, please believe me, now I have really changed, I went to you that day, you and the words of the prince made me wake up, I don't want anything, I don't want anything, I just want to give birth to the child quietly, so that he can grow up peacefully and happily.

Please, sister, please let me go this time for the sake of the child......"

Ning Xiang cried as she spoke, and her tears never stopped.

If it were another person, seeing such a sincere cry and repentance, the heart of compassion might be moved, but on the contrary, Leng Yue just stood there quietly from beginning to end, holding a pair of dead and cold eyes that were as silent and cold as stagnant water, and faintly staring at the incense.

It's as if, looking at a stranger.

It's as if I wasn't touched at all.

After a pause, Leng Yue's thin lips opened slightly, and slowly spit out a sentence.

"Cold as snow!"

Ning Xiang heard this, and then listened to Leng Yue's voice mixed with coldness and continued: "The same trick, the first time it didn't work, do you think the second time, will it work?" ”

One sentence made the tears in Ning Xiang's eyes stop instantly, she stretched out a pair of eyes, looking at Leng Yue with complicated eyes, the expression on her face changed in an instant, and it was wonderful.

Leng Yue sometimes really admires these people who turn their faces faster than they turn books.

Leng Ruoxue, Dye Li, Queen Fei, Jiang Tingbai...... Wait, wait, even her little demon, this ability is enough to win an Oscar.

But I won't.

It's so open.

I feel like I'm different from everyone else.

The expression on Ning Xiang's face changed in an instant, and finally it came back to one.

Hate!

The kind of hatred that seeped and spread from the depths of his body, even his eyes seemed to be quenched with poison, and he couldn't swallow Leng Yue's whole person alive and piece by piece.

The flame burning in my heart is scorching with incense.

Never mind!

Don't pretend!

People like Leng Yue don't have empathy at all, and they don't understand the kind of feelings between ordinary people.

In the past, in the General's Mansion in the Great Zhou, she had already discovered it when she was still cold and snowy.

But obviously, the cold moon at the beginning was not like this.

Although Leng Yue was stupid and reckless at the beginning, he had the emotions that a person should have, since when did Leng Yue seem to have changed as a person?

She became cold, hard-hearted, ruthless, ......

Damn it even more!

She warned and pleaded, but she was never moved!

What do you want to do with yourself?

She is now a favorite concubine of a country, with a dragon heir, and she is a person who has bargaining chips to compete with Jiang Tingbai, and Leng Yue is just a little princess, why do you want to lower her in front of her?

If this is the case, then wouldn't all the pain I endured and the torture that ordinary people couldn't endure be in vain?

The more she thought about it, the more resentful Ning Xiang became, and the expression on her face became more and more uncontrollable.

She slowly widened her eyes, and did not hide the resentment, resentment, and cruelty in her eyes...... and so on, his red eyes were like poisonous snakes, baring his fangs at Leng Yue and spitting snake letters.

Leng Yue watched Ning Xiang's expression change so calmly, and couldn't help but sneer in her heart.

That's right!

That's you!

Thinking about it, Leng Yue slowly opened her lips: "Leng Ruoxue, living with a mask, aren't you tired?" ”

"You're not qualified to say such things to me!"

As soon as Leng Yue's words fell, Ning Xiang suddenly roared, and then slowly stood up from the ground.

She stood in front of Leng Yue, her back straight, her fists clenched, and her chest began to rise and fall violently.

"How can a person like you, who was born a concubine, born with status, wealth, and love, understand my pain?

I was born to be a concubine, I am more than you everywhere, I am obviously better than you, I am obviously more beautiful than you, but whether it is pampering, marriage, or father's love, everything is good, as long as it is good, it is all yours.

Even the man I love will marry you to strengthen his own power.

You won't understand my pain at all.

You say I'm pretending, that I'm living with a mask? Ha ha! ”

Ning Xiang's whole person was hysterical, as if it wasn't her who pleaded in pain and burst into tears before.

"You're right, Leng Yue, you're right, I've always pretended.

My hatred for you has never diminished for a day, but has become stronger and stronger day by day, you know, my only purpose in living in this world is to see you die with my own eyes! ”

Ning Xiang's madness and hysteria are simply in stark contrast to Leng Yue's indifference and calmness.

I heard someone say in front of you that the purpose of life is to let you die, and if you are an ordinary person, even if you are not angry, your heart will definitely not be without waves.

And Leng Yue did it.

Not only did she have no waves in her heart, but so did her face.

I really want to laugh.

"Oh."

Oh......

Oh?

Oh!!!

Ning Xiang, Leng Yue's word that was not mixed with any emotion, the whole person seemed to be ignited, she walked towards Leng Yue with angry eyes, her face was hideous and did not look like a human at all.

She rushed over like this, with the posture of wanting to die with Leng Yue.

However, Leng Yue stood motionless, as if she didn't take her seriously at all.

Ning Xiang really hates in her heart!

Even if she digs out her heart and looks at it in front of her eyes, she will feel that the heart can't carry her hatred.

That hatred is not just for Leng Yue.

There are also those who are cold, those who are cold to Mrs. Leng, those who are cold at night, those who listen to Jiang Tingbai, Jiang Xinglie, and even this world.

But at this moment, all these hatreds are condensed on Leng Yue's body.

Ning Xiang could only see Leng Yue in her eyes, and there seemed to be a voice in her head, driving her-

Fight like Kilkenny cats!

You can die, but you must not let Leng Yue continue to live.

I once did it myself, and although I failed, this time......

The resentment and resentment on Ning Xiang's face became stronger and stronger, almost squeezing her entire face out of shape, and she was getting closer and closer to Leng Yue, getting closer and closer.

Suddenly, she reached into her sleeve.

Although he knew that Leng Yue knew martial arts, and his martial arts were definitely good, the turnip, who was a guard and a maidservant, had always been by Leng Yue's side.

At this moment, the moment Ning Xiang put her hand into her sleeve, she noticed it.

Almost without hesitation, she drew the soft sword from her waist.

Almost at the same time, Ning Xiang suddenly pulled out a silver glimmer of cold light from her wide sleeve.

That's a dagger.

Under the sunlight, it reflects a dazzling and cold light.

She stared at Leng Yue deadly, raised the dagger in her hand high, and stabbed it hard at the moment when she was about to approach Leng Yue.

In her eyes, there is only Leng Yue, and she can't see anyone else or anything else.

Die!

Cold Moon!

You should have died a long time ago!

If you had died when Ye Mohan drugged you and made you lose your body in Da Zhou, then so many things would not have happened later.

If I had dragged you off the cliff and wanted to die with you when I had been on the cliff, you would have died, and I would not have been treated like that and became a condensation.

If you ...... You're dead!

If you die......

You're dead......

Ning Xiang's mind echoed like an echo in the hollow valley, resounding these words over and over again, like a spell, enveloping her whole person.

She could clearly feel the heart in her chest beating violently one after another, like a heavy hammer, and the blood in her body was also flowing and spreading rapidly.

Cold Moon!

Die!

When you die, I will no longer hate, no longer resent, and I can live in peace and tranquility.

Why didn't you die sooner!

The dagger raised high in his hand stabbed towards Leng Yue without hesitation.

But in the end, there was no real stab.

Because just when she was halfway up her dagger, there was a sudden chill in her chest.

The coolness, with a slight dull pain, made Ning Xiang's body stiffen.

"Puff-puff-"

The heart in the chest is still beating, the blood rushing in the body is still spreading and flowing rapidly, and the cold moon in front of him is still the cold and indifferent appearance on weekdays, and the eyes are like stagnant water, looking at himself without waves.

But why, the hand, can't be pierced?

The expression on Ning Xiang's face began to be a little confused, she held her hand holding the dagger high, stiff and mechanical, and slowly lowered her head little by little, looking at her chest.

There, a slender and long silver soft sword was wielding, and the warm sunlight shone on it, but only reflected the cold light.

Red blood, one, two, three............ More and more drips to the ground.

Ning Xiang's eyes suddenly flickered violently.

That's—

Own blood!