The gates opened, and the palace was empty.

Mu Jinghong asked everyone to wait outside the palace, he only took Ling Jiantong to the palace, Ling Jiantong followed behind Mu Jinghong, although this road into the palace, Ling Jiantong didn't know how many times, but this time, she felt that this road was extraordinarily long.

Mu Jinghong's back, for the first time, made Ling Jiantong feel extremely cold, obviously close at hand, but there was no way to get close for half a minute.

She followed him in silence, he took a step, she followed a step, the moonlight stretched their shadows and gradually intertwined, but their hearts were further and further apart.

Ling Jiantong could hardly imagine what would happen when he saw Situ Qianchen.

Ling Jiantong was even retreating, she was wondering if she should tell Mu Jinghong the truth of the matter now, she believed that Mu Jinghong would definitely understand her, but before she could speak, they had already walked to the front of the main hall.

Situ Qianchen has been waiting for them on the emperor's throne for a long time, the position that everyone in the world dreams of, Mu Zhan once sat and Mu Luo sat on, but now Situ Qianchen is sitting there.

Situ Qianchen looked down at them walking step by step, but his expression was so reassuring: "It's only such a small way from the gate of the palace to the main hall, I didn't expect you to walk a stick of incense before the time arrived." ”

Mu Jinghong raised his eyes and looked at Situ Qianchen, his face had already sunk: "Situ Qianchen, you don't deserve to sit in that position, get down." ”

Facing Mu Jinghong's anger, Situ Qianchen chuckled and moved his gaze to Ling Jiantong on the side: "I can't get down, it's not what you can say, it's her." ”

Ling Jiantong was stunned, and when he looked at Situ Qianchen, he found that Ling Zhishuang's shadow appeared behind him, and the white jutsu dressed in a blue cloak pressed a knife against Ling Zhishuang's neck, Ling Zhishuang frowned and looked at Ling Jiantong, opened his mouth and tried to say something, but he couldn't make a sound.

Ling Jiantong couldn't help but move a step forward, and the blade of Baizhu also moved closer to Ling Zhishuang's neck with Ling Jiantong's forward, Ling Jiantong looked at Mu Jinghong for help, but Mu Jinghong couldn't see Baizhu and Ling Zhishuang at all, could it be ......

Ling Jiantong looked at Situ Qianchen and saw that the smile on the corner of his lips was meaningful, no wonder...... No wonder all the soldiers came to the city, he was able to let them enter the palace so leisurely just now to settle grievances, what he wanted to settle was not a grudge, but deliberately let Ling Jiantong see Ling Zhishuang who was kidnapped, and then obediently listen to him.

Sure enough, as soon as Ling Jiantong figured it out, Situ Qianchen's side had already begun to set Ling Jiantong.

"Mu Jinghong, you must already know that Ling Jiantong is the fine work I sent, right?"

Mu Jinghong's eyes froze, he didn't look at Ling Jiantong, but said directly: "Situ Qianchen, don't think that I don't know what the hell you are doing, you are afraid that you are using Mrs. Ling to threaten Yan'er, so that she can do things for you, right?" ”

Ling Jiantong nodded gratefully behind Mu Jinghong's back, fortunately Mu Jinghong understood her, otherwise, she would not be able to wash it even if she jumped into the Yellow River.

"Mu Jinghong, what do you want me to say about you, do you think that this woman standing next to you is still Ling Jiantong, who died and lived with you at the beginning?"

This Situ Qianchen really won't stop if he doesn't achieve his goal.

Mu Jinghong's narrow eyes were half-narrowed, looking at him: "What do you mean?" ”

Situ Qianchen got up and walked in front of them step by step, no, to be precise, he walked to Ling Jiantong's side, and hugged her shoulder: "You still can't see it, are all these plays we played for you?" ”

Ling Jiantong glared at Situ Qianchen, subconsciously wanting to break free, but when he bumped into Situ Qianchen's threatening gaze, he gradually weakened the strength of the struggle.

Ling Zhishuang was still in his hands.

She could only pin her hopes on Mu Jinghong, but the look on Mu Jinghong's face at the moment disappointed Ling Jiantong.

It was a skeptical gaze.

Although Mu Jinghong was trying his best to hide, that kind of gaze was more or less revealed, and it really fell in Ling Jiantong's eyes.

Situ Qianchen knew that this method had worked, and now as long as Ling Jiantong nodded, the relationship between them could collapse in an instant.

The hand that held Ling Jiantong's shoulder suddenly increased a little strength, and before Ling Jiantong could recover from his sadness, he saw that behind the emperor's dragon chair, the blade of Baizhu had already pierced Ling Zhishuang's neck, and red blood flowed down his neck.

Ling Zhishuang had already broken three fingers, and if she continued like this, Ling Jiantong was afraid that she would really not be able to support it.

Ling Jiantong has lost Yunyi's father, and he can't live without Ling Zhishuang's mother anymore.

Just when Ling Jiantong stood on the edge of the cliff of choice and hesitated, Mu Jinghong spoke.

"Is what he said true?"

Ling Jiantong raised his eyes, Mu Jinghong's voice was very weak, his eyes were faintly red, I don't know if it was because of anger or sadness.

Mu Jinghong's appearance, Ling Jiantong had never seen it, his clenched fists had oozed red blood, she didn't want to admit it, but Ling Zhishuang ......

Ling Jian's pupil nose has begun to pantothenic, why do you want to make a choice, it is obvious that they are both people who they love very much, and they have to have both.

"Is what he said true?"

Mu Jinghong saw that Ling Jiantong just hung his head and did not answer, so he asked again.

He had already made up his mind in his heart, as long as he heard the word "no" from Ling Jiantong's mouth, he could not pursue it before, he only believed in her, and also believed in the relationship between them.

How much Ling Jiantong hated Situ Qianchen in his heart, he didn't know it, he would rather believe that all this was Situ Qianchen threatening Ling Jiantong behind his back, and he didn't want to believe that getting along for so many days was just a scam.

But in the end, Mu Jinghong's little wish was also disappointed.

Ling Jiantong finally chose Ling Zhishuang and abandoned Mu Jinghong.

"Yes, we did it all for you."

When Mu Jinghong heard this, his ears suddenly buzzed, and his head went blank in an instant, if there was a mirror now, then Mu Jinghong could see how ridiculous the look on his face was at this moment.

It seems to be laughing but not laughing, and it seems to cry but not crying.

"Eyes, you're joking with me, aren't you? People don't understand you, don't I know you yet? You hate Situ Qianchen, how can you be with him? You said, is it because Mrs. Situ Qianchen Naling is threatening you, you say, now my army is outside, as long as you say yes, I will immediately raze the entire palace, eyes, you ......"

Ling Jiantong didn't want to hear it, and every word that Mu Jinghong now expressed trust turned into a knife, cutting it into Ling Jiantong's heart.

This feeling of guilt is worse than death.

"I don't love you anymore!" Ling Jiantong searched his intestines and scraped his stomach to find this word that could hurt Mu Jinghong the most.

Sure enough, this sentence was shouted, and Mu Jinghong's whole person was stunned, no, to be precise, he was stunned.

With such an empty look on his handsome face, anyone who sees it can't bear to deceive him again.

But Ling Jian Tong is ruthless, since things are already like this, you might as well go all the way to the dark.

"Mu Jinghong, don't be stupid, we are not the same as we were four years ago, my feelings for you have long changed, you have changed your face, I have changed my heart, this is the case."

"No, it won't!" Mu Jinghong suddenly grabbed Ling Jiantong's arms, a pair of eyes eager to see through her heart, staring at her deadly, and said word by word: "I don't believe it, I won't believe anything you say now, I will kill Situ Qianchen now, so that you will no longer be under his control!" ”

The Qinggan sword under Mu Jinghong's sleeve had been unsheathed, but before the blade of the sword could hurt Situ Qianchen, who was watching the excitement on the side, Ling Jiantong had already held the sword body with one hand, and the blood stained the Qinggan sword with a cold light, and also stained Mu Jinghong's eyes.

"Eyes, what are you doing here?!"

Mu Jinghong threw the Qinggan sword aside and held Ling Jiantong's bleeding hand, but the next moment it was retracted by Ling Jiantong.

Mu Jinghong's hand froze in mid-air, and the temperature of his palm had become cold to the bone with the body temperature that was gradually cooling.

"Mu Jinghong, my words have been made very clear, I didn't want you to be the emperor in the first place, if I want to stop you, I can only join forces with Situ Qianchen, I stole the drawings of your arrangement, I want you to lose this battle, but I didn't expect that you still won, forget it, since ancient times, I don't want to defend anything, you do it, kill us, in this way, you will no longer have to worry about the future."

Mu Jinghong's back stiffened when he turned around, and his eyes were already red, until finally, tears actually fell.

This is not the first time Mu Jinghong has cried, but this time, Ling Jiantong saw it in his eyes, and his heart hurt, and there was a kind of pain that was worse than death.

Mu Jinghong staggered back two steps, looking at the two people standing in front of him, although he heard Ling Jiantong say this, but Mu Jinghong still didn't believe a word, just by the red circles in her eyes that she was crying now, and the tears that she could endure patiently, he knew.

Maybe, all the words were to deceive Mu Jinghong, but there was one sentence, Mu Jinghong knew that what Ling Jiantong said was true.

She really didn't want Mu Jinghong to become the emperor.

That's what she wants in her heart, and if that's the case, why can't he fulfill it?

Mu Jinghong picked up the Qinggan sword on the ground, retracted it into the scabbard, and then slowly pulled off the talisman ring of the auxiliary army worn on his index finger.

Zhang Meng, I'm sorry.

He walked up to Ling Jiantong, took her trembling hand, put it in her palm, and slowly closed it.

"This emperor, I don't deserve it."

A smile squeezed out of the corner of his lips, but it fell on Ling Jiantong's eyes with extreme bitterness, she opened her mouth slightly, wanting to say something, but Mu Jinghong didn't give her this chance, turned around and left.

Ling Jiantong didn't know that the moment Mu Jinghong turned around, the tears she had been accumulating for a long time burst out all of a sudden, and she still hurt him after all.

And what about him who turned around and left, crying and sad with Ling Jiantong?