After that, when he raised his eyes to look at Bai Feiye, the expression on his face returned to his previous smile.

Bai Feiye looked at Ling Ling, who was emotionally uncertain and changing back and forth, only to feel that she was extremely strange at this moment, and there was a trace of uneasiness in her heart.

She grabbed the glass of water that had been placed on the tea table and brought it to her lips to drink it down.

"Ah~ comfortable!"

Ling Ling retracted her previous strange attitude, her bright eyes looked at Bai Feiye motionlessly, as if she wanted to take him firmly into her eyes, the corners of her mouth naturally rose, and she looked a little desolate at this moment.

His eyes flashed slightly, and he opened his lips lightly and said,

"Spiritual ......"

As the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.

The corners of Ling Ling's mouth twitched, "Since His Royal Highness King Jing can't do it, then let me come." ”

"What are you going to do?"

Bai Feiye frowned slightly, and the uneasiness in his heart gradually magnified.

"Nothing to do. I'm just giving Xiahou Ling a death for the prince. ”

With that, she grabbed the teacup on the tea table and slammed it to the ground, and the teacup shattered instantly.

Bai Feiye instantly understood, his hands clasped her thin shoulders, his eyes were full of anger, and he roared,

"What did you just drink?"

Ling Ling was silent, the light in her eyes gradually dissipated due to the rapid exhaustion on her body.

Seeing that her body was shaking, he quickly picked her up horizontally and rushed out of the house.

Ling Ling only felt that his breathing had weakened and his consciousness had become sluggish.

Between the bumps and swaying, she leaned on Bai Feiye's arms, looked at his anxious side face, her heart ached faintly, the corners of her mouth raised, and she said with her last strength,

"Please let me go ......"

As the sound fell, she leaned quietly into his arms, closed her eyes, and stopped breathing.

Bai Feiye's feet paused, he only felt a buzzing in his head, looked down at the person in his arms, and saw that she closed her eyes tightly, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and she was no longer breathing.

"You said you were leaving, but that's it?"

His heart seemed to be tugged at by something, and there was a trace of desolation in his eyes.

"Miss!"

Jinrong, who rushed back from the direction of Zhuyuan, happened to see the scene of Ling Ling sleeping in Bai Feiye's arms, she suddenly remembered what Ling Ling had said to her before, she panicked in her heart, and rushed forward quickly.

"Miss...... You're ......"

After confirming that Ling Ling in Bai Feiye's arms had no breathing pulse, Jinrong only felt that his legs were weak, and he sat down on the ground directly, and the two lines of tears fell silently.

She frowned slightly, her eyes out of focus, and said softly,

"Although the prince regards Miss as a substitute for Murong Xue, but now that Miss is deceased, Jinrong implores the prince to let Jinrong fulfill Miss's last wish......"

When she rushed to the bamboo forest, Qingliu told her everything.

She doesn't blame anyone, she only complains that God treats her young lady too unfairly.

"What is her last wish?"

The magnetic voice was low, with a vague hoarseness.

"Leave the palace."

After that, Jin Rong kowtowed to Bai Feiye heavily.

He hugged her expressionlessly, his eyes fixed on her bloodless face.

There was silence for a long time.

"Okay."

……

In the palace

When Bai Yixiu saw the twists and turns that Bai Feiye gave him, his hands paused, the smile in his eyes spread, and he had to hook the corners of his mouth and say to himself,

"Little fox, gone?"

He originally suspected that everything was done by Bai Feiye on purpose, but after the people he installed in King Jing's Mansion sent the news, Bai Yixiu's handsome and elegant face had no smile.

When the decree was issued, he also thought about it for a long time, but he thought that this was probably the only thing he could do, so he covered the jade seal.

He sat on top of the main hall, looked out of the temple door, and said softly,

"The first day of the first month, ah......"

In the second year of Yikang, the first day of the first month

Fengtian carrier, the emperor edict said: Former Prime Minister Xiahou Yi was loyal all his life, and on the way back to his hometown, he was tragically destroyed; The bereaved daughter Xiahou Ling was kind by nature and died in an accident in a fire. I am deeply saddened, and the capital of the special country is not allowed to sing and dance for seven days, and everyone is dressed in plain clothes, and the souls of the dead have been comforted.

……

Seven days later

Qingliu guarded Jinrong outside the inn for seven days in plain clothes, although it was the order of the prince, but he also wanted to see Ling Ling and comfort Jinrong, but he felt guilty and could only stand in the distance.

In the inn, in a wing room in the far corner of the second floor, Ling Ling lay quietly on the bed, without a trace of blood on his delicate and beautiful little face.

Jinrong was dressed in plain clothes, sitting at the tea table with his back to Ling Ling, bowing his head.

Her eyes were slightly red and swollen, as if she had been crying for a long time, and there was a bulging incense sachet on the table, which was one hundred taels of silver that Ling Ling had personally given her before, and asked her to use this money to take her body and find an inn to live in for seven days.

Jin Rong had never once suspected that Ling Ling was not dead at all, if she did, why did she tell her to pack her things before, why didn't she bury her body, but stayed in the inn for seven days?

So after calming down, Jinrong held the hope of Ling Ling waking up every day, and stayed in the room, waiting for her to open her eyes.

It's just that every day, hope turns into disappointment. Every late at night, Jin Rong would think of Ling Ling's previous activities in the palace, and think of the desolation on Ling Ling's last face, only to feel a burst of distress, and tears couldn't help but flow.

Ling Ling's eyelashes on the bed moved slightly, and his brain gradually regained consciousness.

She seemed to have slept for a long time and had a long dream.

In that dream, she watched everything she had experienced since she became sensible from the perspective of Xiahou Ling.

A handsome and handsome father, a beautiful and generous mother, and Jinrong, who grew up with her......

She didn't understand why her father and mother doted on her so much, but she always treated her indifferently, as if she had no soul, to anyone, anything, Ling Ling couldn't feel the changes in Xiahou Ling's psychology, she only knew that if someone talked to Xiahou Ling, she would only give a basic answer.

Through her perspective, she saw that her parents' faces had turned from expectation to disappointment again and again, and Jinrong never dared to get closer to her.

She also saw all the experiences of the Xiahou family's extermination.

That day, she and her parents were sitting in the carriage, they were resting in a forest on the way, a black figure quietly broke into the carriage, Xia Houyi let her and her mother out of the carriage, and talked to the man alone. A moment later, a group of black-clad masked men suddenly appeared in the woods, with knives in their hands, and rushed straight towards everyone who was resting in the woods, and fought for a while.

A man in black slashed at her with a knife, and her mother blocked in front of her, and her face showed a last trace of love and beauty, and the blood from her mouth slowly flowed out and fell in front of her...... Jin Rong rushed over and killed the people who were close to Xiahou Ling one by one.

The man in black was strong in martial arts, the guards in the house died one by one, Xiahou Yi rushed out of the carriage, standing in front of Xiahou Ling covered in blood, his handsome and slightly wrinkled face showed a reassuring smile to her, he said softly, "Lingling, you must live!" ”

As soon as the words fell, he rushed to Jinrong's side with his sword, blocked the black-clothed people surrounding Jinrong one by one, and shouted, "Jinrong, I order you, hurry up and leave with Miss!" Walk——! ”

Jinrong pulled Xiahou Ling and fled in a hurry, she finally glanced back at Xiahou Yi's bloody back, Ling Ling felt her heart that had never skipped, and at that moment, moved.

……

She only felt that her whole body was sore and weak, her throat was unbearably dry, and there was a feeling of hunger in her stomach, she slowly opened her eyes, and the scene in front of her gradually became clear......

"Jinrong ......"