Suddenly, Jinglin seemed to understand something. Jing Yuzhao is a ruthless and resolute person, and at the same time, he is also a very suspicious person. People like her are a bit passive in love, and she hopes that others can love her more than she loves, so that she can feel safe.

It's a pity that I found out too late.

Sometimes it's an active choice, and sometimes it's a passive choice.

Is it true that all of this can end today? Jing Lin held the sword and saw Jing Yuzhao rushing towards him with his sword.

With a bang, the long sword collided with the long sword, and there were each other's eyes in the cold light of the blade. Jing Yuzhao slapped his left hand and slapped Jing Lin's shoulder. Jing Lin retreated, the green silk slid down, swaying with the movement, just like his swinging heart.

Jing Yuzhao raised his sword again and fought with Jing Lin. The sword moves changed, Jing Yuzhao and Jing Lin were silent, and their attention was focused on the sword moves.

The leaves were injured by the sword qi and fell to the ground one by one, and the flowers and plants were cut down in the fight between the two.

There was no singing, but Jing Yuzhao felt that he heard a sad song. Sighing about the passage of time, the passing of time, the withering of red faces, and the many passing by.

The long sword in Jing Yuzhao's hand was shocked by Jing Lin, his hand was a little numb, and his movements were slow. Jing Lin's long sword brushed Jing Yuzhao's green silk, and a few wisps of green silk fell, leaving with the wind. Jing Yuzhao shouted a tear from the corner of his eye, but he didn't know why he was sad.

When you are young, you are fresh and angry, isn't it happy? Jing Lin's mind kept recalling the time they had together before. Studying together, riding horses together, and talking about the mood of youth. Later, everything changed, and it became strange.

Who will die here today? Jing Lin doesn't want to be Jing Yuzhao, and he doesn't want to be himself. Jing Lin's long sword stabbed into Jing Yuzhao's chest, blood splattered, and the corners of Jing Yuzhao's mouth left blood. Jing Lin was suddenly startled, let go of the long sword, Jing Yuzhao reached out to hold Jing Lin's blade, and pulled out the long sword.

"Jinglin, why don't you be ruthless anymore? Don't you want to know where Jing Ye is? If you win, you'll know. Jing Yuzhao looked at Jing Lin, who was left in tears, and only felt that he was cruel. It was he who forced him to be what he is now, and it was he who made him change from a young man who should have been golden and noble to a general with melancholy.

"Jinglin, have your ideals changed now?" Jing Yuzhao wanted to know if his original intention had changed.

Jinglin only felt sarcastic, now, does it make sense to talk about this again? I want to be a general, a famous general through the ages, but unfortunately, I don't have a reputation now. "Yuzhao, you have always known my ideals, but I can't accomplish them."

In a power struggle, he put his ideal in the corner of his heart, and he didn't know if he could turn it out.

Jing Yuzhao smiled, "Jing Lin, do you know my original intention?" ”

"Hold the power in your hands, and you will be on top."

"Yes." Jing Yuzhao has come to this point, and it is no longer his own business. There are many people who accompany her behind her, and there are many women who are looking forward to her turning over. She wants to bring women to the court, she wants to change the status of women, she wants to fight for more freedom for women.

But she is also so tired, sometimes tired and doesn't know what to do.

"Jinglin, we must distinguish between the winners and losers." Jing Yuzhao's Son of Heaven sword stabbed at Jing Lin, Jing Lin did not dodge or dodge, and took this sword.

The sword entered his body, and Jing Lin felt the pain. Blood remained, and Jing Yuzhao drew his sword. "Why don't you hide."

Jing Lin raised his sleeve to wipe away the blood, "Because I returned your sword, below, let's come again." Jing Lin picked up his sword, and the two of them fought together again.

Zixuan and Tian Da, who were waiting outside, were in a hurry, and only heard the sound of ping-pong fighting, and they couldn't see the situation clearly at all.

Zixuan was worried, she knew the strength of her majesty, and she also knew the strength of Jinglin. To tell the truth, Jinglin Tao is a cut above. Tian Dazai was very anxious, he was afraid that his master would be soft-hearted and give up the victory to the empress.

Tian Da didn't understand why his master was so rare for the empress, in his opinion, the empress had no other advantages except for being good-looking.

Today, Tian was mostly worried, and Jing Lin's move was fatal, which caused Jing Yuzhao to suffer a lot of injuries. This time, Jing Lin wanted to win, and wanted to win Jing Yuzhao. After losing so many times, he wanted to win once, win Jing Yuzhao, and prove his ability.

Jing Lin made some kind of determination, and the moves became faster and faster, and finally, the long sword was deeply inserted into Jing Yuzhao's heart.

With a bang, the Sword of the Son of Heaven fell, and Jing Yuzhao fell on the grass, splashing a flying flower. Through the mottled shadows of the trees, Jing Yuzhao saw the sky. The birds flew by, the sky was cloudless, it was really a good weather, and Jing Yuzhao felt the arrival of death again.

She had fantasized about what she wanted to do when she died, and at this moment, she suddenly realized that she didn't want to do anything. Jing Yuzhao slowly stretched out his right hand and caught an emerald green leaf. A bony hand stretched out from above, clenching Jing Yuzhao's right hand.

"Yuzhao, tell me, have you ever liked me?"

Like? Maybe there were. "Maybe I did."

"What about love?" Jing Lin saw the tears in the corners of Jing Yuzhao's eyes slipping down one by one, and his own tears fell on Jing Yuzhao's face one by one.

"Jing Lin, now I'm telling you that I didn't catch Jing Ye, do you believe it?" Jing Yuzhao's eyelids were heavy, as if closed.

"Believe." Jing Lin said firmly. "Because you left me a way out, you never really wanted to kill me." With Jing Yuzhao's scheming, it is completely okay to design a dead end for yourself. But she didn't use this trick all the time, and she was waiting for something.

Jing Lin took out a medicine from his arms and gently put it in Jing Yuzhao's mouth. Jing Lin picked up Jing Yuzhao and leaned against the trunk. "Yuzhao, do you want me to die?"

"I don't want to." Jing Yuzhao was so tired, as if she was sleeping, she slowly closed her eyes, peaceful and soft.

"Yuzhao, your life and death are decided by God, and my life and death are decided by you. Tell me, what else I don't know. "Jing Lin wants to save his life to save Jing Ye and return everything that should be returned.

"Dedicated to the king's old department." Jing Yuzhao fell into a coma after muttering. The chest was bleeding all the time, as if it would dry up if it didn't stop any longer.

Jing Lin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and slowly lowered his head, imprinting a deep kiss on Jing Yuzhao's forehead.

I really want to kiss you on the lips, but I can't. I regret it, I regret it. If you could turn back time, all ethics, glory, and responsibilities would be thrown away. I want to snatch you away and wander the world together. It doesn't matter what dreams you have, what you want, or what status you have. From the heart, I really feel like I did it once.

When Jing Lin walked out of the woods with Jing Yuzhao in his arms, Tian laughed, and Zixuan cried.

Jing Lin handed Jing Yuzhao to Zixuan, "She's not dead yet, if the treatment is late, she will die." I've won, and I'm going to enter the capital. Jing Lin turned over and rode away.