Looking at the bloodstain, Li Ruiqing's eyes turned even redder. He suppressed everyone's thoughts of stepping forward and robbing him, and said in a deep voice: "If she adds another injury today, Wang Yao, you don't want to get out alive today." ”

Wang Yao smiled: "Really? ”

As he spoke, the tip of his knife slashed slightly, leaving a crooked wound on Zhao Xiangling's neck.

Zhao Xiangling's eyes remained unchanged, but Li Ruiqing's eyes were painful.

"I didn't want to get out alive." Wang Yao smiled sideways, "Of course, it is my honor to be able to pull the emperor to accompany me to the funeral." ”

The light of the knife in his hand stabbed his eyes, but Li Ruiqing clenched the sword in his hand but had no way.

He took a deep breath and said, "What do you want?" ”

At this moment, he has already fallen behind.

Wang Yao's eyes became more and more joyful, and he shouted: "Give me a horse, I want to leave here." ”

Li Ruiqing waved his hand, and someone immediately pushed the horse out. The horse walked over, but no one came forward. This is an order, and no one dares to take a step forward against Li Ruiqing's order.

Holding Zhao Xiangling hostage, Wang Yao saw that there was still a man alive on his side, and ordered him to take the reins of the horse.

"And." Wang Yao suddenly laughed, "I want you to kneel!" ”

This statement is quite humiliating, the Li family has the merit of saving the country, and the first emperor specially arranged that the descendants of the Li family can not kneel to the Son of Heaven, so even in the face of Zhao Xiangling, he only bent his knees once.

The day they got married was the only and only time.

How can he ...... in front of his subordinates now?

"Get on your knees!" The tip of Wang Yao's knife was close to Zhao Xiangling's neck, and a new wound was immediately drawn, and it was much deeper than the previous ones.

Almost immediately, the red blood stained her neck, pouring out, converging in one place with the blood from before.

Before the words fell, the white robe was raised, and Li Ruiqing did not hesitate, lifted the robe and knelt on the spot.

There was anger in his eyes, but he suppressed it vigorously, and did not overflow at all.

Belonging to the wood, the fire whispered and was shocked: "Master! ”

However, when he saw Li Ruiqing's gesture, he had to stand in pain. The anger in their eyes, unwillingness, was all emanating and could not be concealed.

Zhao Xiangling closed his eyes and heard Wang Yao laugh in his ear: "The arrogance of the left prime minister of the southern country is nothing more than that, it really touches me so much." ”

He was sarcastic and said the most unpleasant things. The air is stagnant, full of anger but not vented.

With his eyes closed, Zhao Xiangling could still feel Li Ruiqing's gaze not leaving her for half a minute. He didn't move, and Zhao Xiangling didn't open his eyes for a long time.

There was no stalemate for too long, Zhao Xiangling heard the sound of horses' hooves approaching, followed by a cry of pain, and the warmth of blood sprinkled in his clothes, which made people's hearts tighten.

It's not Zhao Xiangling's blood. It's Wang Yao's.

The guy was still holding the reins, but now he had replaced it with a knife and mercilessly inserted it into Wang Yao's heart.

Wang Yao turned his head and looked at him, as if he remembered something and seemed to understand something.

He laughed and muttered, "It's really a good reincarnation ...... heaven."

He fell on his back.

Zhao Xiangling also fell into a familiar arms in an instant, and the medicinal fragrance attacked people, calling her inexplicably stable.

He gently pressed his hand on the back of Zhao Xiangling's head, and said lightly: "It's okay, Xiang Zero." ”

The man laughed and fell to his knees. Behind him, several sharp arrows were inserted. has been able to hold on until now, and it is completely dependent on the last breath.

"Atsui, Daddy has avenged you."

With that, he faced the ground and took his last breath.

Zhao Xiangling also recognized who this person was.

Uncle Zheng, who was on the street for his daughter, wanted to hack Wang Yao to death. He later changed his surname to Wang and became a lackey of the Wang family.

didn't expect all this to be forbearance, he had been waiting for an opportunity to kill Wang Yao with his own hands.

Now, he has taken revenge and got his wish.

Wang Yao is not dead yet. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the blue sky, and all the arrogance of Fang Cai was restrained, and he replaced it with a satisfied smile.

He whispered, "This filthy world. I'm finally going to die. ”

"I hate myself, I hate Wang San, I hate everyone in this world."

"Wait for me ......"

With trembling hands, he took out a hemp handkerchief from his sleeve. The flowers embroidered on it are ugly, but the dense stitches look serious.

The words on the top are vaguely recognizable, and it is a crooked 'millet'.

He put a handkerchief over his chest, stained it with his blood, and dripped from the blood little by little, falling to the ground like a plum blossom.

Wang Yao smiled, grabbed the handkerchief, faced the blue sky, and gently exhaled his last breath.

Zhao Xiangling saw his last smile and knew that this was the ending he wanted.

In fact, this time he came, not to take himself away, but to die. He wanted to end his life by Ruiqing's hand, or hers.

Frowning, Zhao Xiangling thought of what he had told him before, and his heart became heavier and heavier.

In his ears, Li Ruiqing was worried: "To zero? But what's uncomfortable? ”

Zhao Xiangling raised his eyes and looked at him with a smiling face. Stretching out her arms, she said almost a scoundrel: "Ruiqing, I want you to take it back." ”

Li Ruiqing's face was light red: "There are many people here......

"But I've got a cartilage." Zhao Xiangling was aggrieved, "I can't move a finger, I'm so tired, my neck hurts, and I still have injuries on my waist......"

Li Ruiqing bent over and hugged her horizontally: "Only this once." ”

Zhao Xiangling's eyes darkened slightly, but he lowered his head and didn't let Li Ruiqing see it. She replied with a smile, in the most normal tone: "Well, only once." ”

Back in the palace, Li Ruiqing retreated from everyone, treated the wound on her neck for her, lifted her clothes, and saw that there was indeed a bloody hole in her waist.

He twisted his eyebrows: "The next time you walk around alone, don't think about leaving the palace again." ”

"Hmm." Zhao Xiangling surprisingly did not refute him.

Li Ruiqing secretly wondered in his heart, only thinking that she was frightened today, and said softly: "Bear with it, it may hurt a little." ”

With a little ointment on his fingertips, he lowered his head and gently rubbed Zhao Xiangling's waist, covering the three-finger-wide wound with plaster, without distraction.

It wasn't until he put down the ointment and turned his head to see Zhao Xiangling's pair of painted eyes that he secretly felt that something was wrong.

"...... to the Front"

Before he could say anything, he was swallowed by Zhao Xiangling.

Putting her arms around his neck, she didn't say anything, she turned her hand and pulled his belt, untied his lewd clothes, and wrapped her legs around his waist.

Zhao Xiangling raised his eyes, and his eyes were clear. She said, "Ruiqing, you want me." ”

Li Ruiqing turned his face sideways: "You have a wound on your waist, you should not ......"

Zhao Xiangling's hand had already slid all the way down, holding his lifeline: "I want it, Ruiqing." ”

"To zero!" Li Ruiqing frowned, saw that her eyes were red and hot, and reached out to probe her pulse.

There is no Chinese medicine. Why is that ......

Without waiting for him to think about it, Zhao Xiangling wrapped around him and pushed him to the couch. His hands shook slightly, and the curtains on both sides of the bed were scattered, blocking out the bright light outside.

Looking at her almost demonic face, even if he didn't have to tease, his heart was moved, not to mention that Zhao Xiangling deliberately tempted, where did he still have concentration?

He has never been determined.

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