The moment the hairpin swung down, Situ Qianchen was fully capable of dodging, but he was like a wooden man, motionless, allowing the hairpin to be inserted into his shoulder.

Ling Jiantong clenched the hairpin, wishing that this hairpin could be inserted directly to kill Situ Qianchen.

Situ Qianchen frowned slightly, raised his eyes to look at the extremely crazy woman in front of him, a touch of hurt flashed in her eyes, did she really look forward to her death so much?

"Ling Jiantong, that's enough."

He cooled out.

"Situ Qianchen, I gave up everything just to be able to live peacefully with my mother, but why are you so unrelenting, you have to put us to death?!"

Ling Jian's eyes were red, and tears were rolling in her eyes, but she just refused to let the tears flow.

Ling Jiantong misunderstood.

Ling Zhishuang was not killed by Situ Qianchen, but she chose to commit suicide by jumping into the lake, but it is clear that even if Situ Qianchen explains now, Ling Jiantong may not believe it.

It's ridiculous, in her heart, he has always been that kind of person.

But that's right, as long as he can keep her around, he can really do anything.

Situ Qianchen understands what Ling Zhishuang means to Ling Jiantong, if Ling Zhishuang dies, Ling Jiantong will lose her only pillar of life, maybe she will choose to follow the same path as Ling Zhishuang, rather than this, it is better for him to take all the blame, although she will be in pain, but the power of this hatred will also support her to survive.

Just survive.

Only by surviving can he see her at every moment.

Situ Qianchen raised his hand and grabbed Ling Jiantong's fist, even though she would break free, Situ Qianchen still pulled the hairpin off his shoulder.

The bright yellow dragon robe was stained red by red blood, which was very obvious at first glance.

"Cut pupils, sooner or later you will understand that everything I do is for you."

This is the second time he has said this to Ling Jiantong, last time, they were still leaning on the bed, at that time Ling Jiantong's heart still belonged to Situ Qianchen, but now Ling Jiantong's heart only hatred for him.

The hairpin falls to the ground.

Situ Qianchen did not treat the wound on his shoulder in time, but picked up Ling Jiantong, who was standing barefoot on the ground, put it back on the bed, and covered her with a brocade quilt.

Ling Jiantong looked at him, the resentment in her eyes did not diminish much, she looked up at the man with a flat expression, and said word by word: "Situ Qianchen, you must not die well." ”

Yes, he should have died a long time ago.

Situ Qianchen smiled indifferently, just said a few words, and left.

Let the sound of ping-pong throwing things come from behind him, he didn't look back, and the eunuch guarding outside the door of the front hall saw the bloody wound on Situ Qianchen's shoulder, and his heart was shocked: "Your Majesty, this is ...... Minion, this is the Imperial Doctor for you......"

Situ Qianchen raised his hand, this little injury didn't need to make the whole palace uproar, not to mention that if it was known by those ministers of the previous dynasty, it would not be good for Ling Jiantong.

"Don't spread today's events, or your head will ......"

The eunuch immediately lowered his voice and took a step back: "The slave understands. ”

Situ Qianchen rested in the Yonghe Hall that night in dealing with government affairs, under the candlelight, Situ Qianchen wiped the purulent wound with medicinal powder, and then wrapped it in a white cloth.

Late at night can always evoke some memories of the past in his heart, Situ Qianchen looked at his rotten bandage in a daze, and suddenly the shadow of Ye Zhengbai and Mu Jinghong appeared in his mind, when the three of them were still brothers, they had to drink and talk about it from time to time, but now......

Ye Zhengbai is dead.

Mu Jinghong and him are already enemies.

This supreme dragon chair, which he once pursued with great enthusiasm, is now cold and cold to sit on.

He really became a loner.

Situ Qianchen had no sleep all night, and when it was dawn, he sat on the brocade couch with one hand and squinted his head for a while, and it didn't take long for him to go to court.

Those government affairs that will never be forgotten, and the various excerpts handed over by hundreds of civil and military officials, Situ Qianchen has a little headache when he sees it.

When he was worried, the eunuch ran up in a panic and knelt in front of Situ Qianchen: "Your Majesty, no...... Oh no. ”

Is there any good news from this day to night?

"What's wrong again?" Situ Qianchen frowned and put down the red red pen in his hand.

"It's Miss Ling." The eunuch said cautiously, but he didn't expect to see Situ Qianchen stand up suddenly: "What's wrong with cutting pupils?!" ”

The eunuch talked for a long time, but he didn't explain it, so Situ Qianchen followed the eunuch to his bedroom.

Before entering the door, the palace maids and eunuchs in the dormitory were all standing outside the door, gathering together to whisper, and when they saw Situ Qianchen coming, they hurriedly knelt down and saluted.

The door of the dormitory was not closed, Situ Qianchen raised his eyes and saw when his dormitory was arranged into a mourning hall?!

And from time to time, there is a burning smell and clear smoke wafting out.

"What's going on?!" Situ Qianchen was furious, and the eunuchs and palace maids kneeling on the ground were all frightened.

"It's Miss Ling...... Miss Ling said that you want to decorate your dormitory into a ...... The ...... of Ling Zhishuang's mourning hall"

Situ Qianchen knew that Ling Jiantong would not stop, but he didn't expect that she would mess around like this.

"The slave damned, she didn't stop Miss Ling."

Situ Qianchen didn't have to listen to these people's explanations, so he raised his legs and stepped into the gate, the original magnificence was now completely covered by some white silk.

There was a huge coffin in the center of the dormitory, and in front of the coffin was Ling Zhishuang's tablet.

The smell of burning paper was very unpleasant, and Situ Qianchen couldn't help frowning: "Ling Jiantong, what are you doing?" ”

Ling Jiantong lowered his eyes, and kept throwing paper money into the brazier in his hand, as if he didn't see Situ Qianchen and his voice at all.

"Mother, it's your daughter who is not filial, your death is unknown, the murderer is obviously in front of you, but your daughter can't do anything, don't worry, you won't be lonely, one day, I will let him go down to make amends for you."

Situ Qianchen looked down at Ling Jiantong, who was kneeling in front of the tablet, and couldn't help but feel funny.

"Ling Jiantong, this is my dormitory, and I can't help you to come here." Situ Qianchen is also the king of a country, if this matter spreads, then where is the majesty of his son of heaven, wouldn't he be ridiculed as a laughing stock?

"Come on, get these things out of here!"

The paper money that Ling Jiantong threw at the brazier froze, and then only heard the sound of hurried footsteps behind her, she seemed to suddenly come to her senses, got up and spread her arms to protect Ling Zhishuang's coffin and tablet, stared at her round eyes, and shouted: "No one is allowed to move, I see who dares to touch my mother for a while?!" ”

Situ Qianchen's face was so gloomy that he couldn't look at it anymore.

"What are you still doing there, move out of here!"

The eunuch had already begun to tear the white silk hanging in the corners, and Ling Jiantong pounced on it alone to stop it, but if he could stop this person, he couldn't stop the one on the other side.

"Don't move!"

Ling Jiantong's voice was extremely hoarse, and the hat on his head also slipped off, and he was trampled under the feet of the eunuch.

Ling Jian's eyes were scattered, like a strange person who had lost his mind.

Situ Qianchen stood there with his hands in his hands, his eyes looking coldly at Ling Jiantong's embarrassed appearance for a moment, but he was determined not to go up to help.

It's that he's so used to her, that's why she's so lawless.

Situ Qianchen said today that he would move these taboo things out of his dormitory, but when Ling Jiantong was pushed by the eunuch and accidentally hit his head on the coffin, Situ Qianchen's heart tightened, and he reacted almost subconsciously and stepped forward to hug her.

Blood lines flowed out of his forehead, and Situ Qianchen, who was looking at it, felt distressed.

"Cut pupils" Situ Qianchen called out softly, reaching out to touch the bulging bag on Ling Jiantong's forehead, but the next moment he was frozen in mid-air by Ling Jiantong's indifferent eyes.

What is he doing?

Obviously he has made up his mind to ignore it, but now that she is just a little injured on her forehead, he is so worried, doesn't this make others see his joke?

"Situ Qianchen, you can kill me."

Situ Qianchen came back to his senses and looked at the woman in his arms with a determined face, there was no life in her eyes, and this thought of not wanting to live all the time was clear at a glance.

Situ Qianchen was stunned for a moment, slowly let go of the hand holding her, and stood up.

He lost.

By the time she said the last few words, he had already lost.

Situ Qianchen closed his eyes slightly, stood with his hands in his hands, and motioned for the eunuchs to go down, and there were only two of them left in the dormitory.

"Ling Jiantong, my dormitory will be handed over to you, you can do whatever you want, I don't care."

Situ Qianchen compromised.

This is what Ling Jiantong didn't expect, a Son of Heaven's dormitory was actually arranged to look like a spiritual hall, this was a thing that damaged Long Yan's face, but Situ Qianchen couldn't even endure this?

The moment Ling Jiantong was stunned, a touch of hurt flashed in Situ Qianchen's eyes, and he said in a flat tone: "Ling Zhishuang can be here, but you can't have any suicidal thoughts" Situ Qianchen paused, and a wry smile curled up at the corner of his lips: "I only have you anymore, I really can't lose you anymore." ”

The look he showed made people feel really distressed to watch.

How could the king of a country say such pitiful words?

But now Ling Jiantong is no longer the same as she used to be, and she will no longer believe anything Situ Qianchen said.

She staggered to her feet and chuckled, "Situ Qianchen, everyone else has turned into a ball of fire, how about leaving you alone in the ice cellar?" Happy? ”

Situ Qianchen stared at her mocking eyes, and replied with a smile: "I'm happy, because I have you with me." ”

Ling Jiantong froze in place, and over time, except for the sound of crackling braziers burning paper, only the sound of Ling Jiantong's own breathing.