She looked sarcastic: "Why do you think I want to start over with you, growing old together?" Isn't it because ......"

Isn't it because I like you?

The little emperor leaned on his chair and stood up.

She looked condescendingly at the half-kneeling man, and the expression on her face became more and more indifferent.

Jun Zui looked at her, only to feel that his heart seemed to be sprinkled with overwhelming snow.

Yes, why does he think that she, who has always been the most arrogant, would want to start over with him and grow old together?

She was so proud, how could she be with him, the man who hurt her, again?

"Youbian ......" Jun drunk closed his eyes and knelt in front of her: "Minister, but it depends on the emperor." ”

He no longer asks her for forgiveness, but only for reparation.

Even if she wants his life to vent her anger, Jun will be drunk.

Hearing him say this, the little emperor smiled: "You want to compensate me?" ”

Jun drunk didn't speak, and acquiesced.

The little emperor's voice was cold: "Stand up." ”

After a few moments, Jun Zui stood up.

is obviously an elegant and peerless young man, but now when he stands in front of her, he looks embarrassed.

The little emperor raised his hand.

Her palms were cold, covering his eyelids.

Because I often take medicine, there is a faint smell of medicine on my hands.

Jun was intoxicated and his heart was sour.

"Close your eyes."

Jun drunk closed his eyes.

After a few moments, he felt a sword in his hand.

The little emperor was holding his hand holding the sword.

Jun was drunk and stunned, thinking that she was going to make the illusion that he had committed suicide himself, so as not to be criticized by the ministers of the court.

So he waited quietly for her to plunge the sword into his chest.

After a while, there was a sound of a sharp object piercing the clothes, and at the same time, the warm liquid was sprinkled on Jun Zui's hands.

Jun drunk hurriedly opened his eyes.

In front of him, the little emperor had a sword in his chest, and he held the hilt tightly in his hand.

The sword he thought would stab him in the chest was now stabbed into hers.

Bright red blood poured out of her chest, staining her white clothes red.

Goose feathers and snow poured down from the sky, and his little emperor slowly fell to the ground, but his eyes were as bright as stars.

Jun sat down on the ground drunken and took her into his arms.

There was the scent of plum blossoms in the air, and there was a faint smell of blood.

Jun drunk opened his mouth to breathe, but his body seemed to be sealed by snow and ice in the sky and on the ground.

His eyes were full of blood.

Her eyes were covered in blood.

Jun was stunned and stretched out his hand, trying to plug her wound, but the blood still gushed out, staining his hand red.

"There is a ...... There is a ...... "Jun was drunk and trembled, and tears kept sliding down his face.

I'll give you whatever you want.

Whether it's the world, the people of Li, even if it's my life, I'll give you whatever you want.

"Don't die, please......" The always steady and elegant prime minister cried, tears dripping down and mixed with blood.

I don't want anything, I don't ask for anything, I just ask you not to die.

The little emperor coughed up a mouthful of blood, and Jun wiped her clean in a drunken panic: "I'll take you to the imperial doctor, you can hold on for a while......"

Saying that, he was going to pick up the person in his arms, but the little emperor in his arms pulled him over his placket and pulled him in front of him.

There was a burning sparkle in those bright eyes, just like she had before.

The person in his arms is the proud, flamboyant, and bright Jiang Youbian.

Her voice was weak, but categorical: "Didn't you ask me if I liked you at the beginning?" ”