Chapter 16: The Picture of the Poor Dagger

He had been a terrifying shadow in her dreams, but now he had been revealed to her very really.

This is the first time that Su Mi has looked at him so closely, looking at him head-on, looking at the person he hates the most.

There were shadowy people around him, whether they were anxious imperial doctors or nervous courtiers, Su Mi couldn't tell anymore.

He was the only thing left in her eyes. Because of the excitement of the transition, she even felt that her vision was trembling and blurred.

He was lying on his side on the bed, and the hand that had made countless people surrender was now hanging weakly on the side of the bed.

This sick and weak person is her always thinking about her enemies!

Her gaze turned downward, and she looked at his hand, where the life of her dearest blood ended, and it looked so weak and pale at this time, it had lost its strength to turn over the clouds.

For the past four years, it was these hands that clung to her throat all the time, making her unable to breathe or relax at any time.

She shuddered and stepped forward. Approaching him, but also approaching the nightmare that haunted him all the time.

Kill him! Kill him! It's all over, and she'll be free. The first voice in my heart was shouting, louder and stronger, more and more determined.

Her hand unconsciously reached into her waist, where it was a dagger clinging to her skin, and her fingertips touched the cold blade, causing layers of trembling.

Kill him here and let his blood splash on his own ground. Let his life pass before his eyes!

I finally looked forward to this moment, and finally waited for this moment.

A rapid heartbeat passed from the blade to her hand.

Her skin was colder than snow, but her heart began to burn. She desperately wanted to stab him in the chest with the blade of ice and snow in her hand, letting the scorching blood flow out and extinguish the fire in her heart.

"Your heart is beating fast. ”

He suddenly opened his eyes and said. His voice was tired and hoarse, but steady and quiet.

Then he turned his head sideways. looked at Su Mi.

His eyes were flat, but they were as blue as snow. Clear and clear, like a sharp sword, the edge is clear.

Originally, he was still a haggard and tired patient, but the moment he opened his eyes, he had fully recovered, and he had become the commander who held the world's soldiers and horses, the invincible and peerless famous general. The scheming and forbearant hero.

Everything is hidden under such a sudden electric gaze.

There was no way for her to escape.

It was only a moment in this hall, but this moment made Su Mi experience the throbbing from the top of the mountain to the valley of the abyss.

"I'm here to treat you. Trembling in the extreme, her mood miraculously calmed down, and then she heard herself say this.

She approached the bedside and, like all physicians, sat down on the soft stool beside her, and stretched out her hand.

He rested on the edge of the bed, and his hands trembled. It seemed to be shocked by her extremely cold skin.

The pulse in her ears thundered through her eardrums, and she was suddenly overwhelmed, and it took all her strength to gradually sort out the messy aftermath, and transmit his pulsating sound to her own thoughts. But I found that my mind was completely unable to turn, and I couldn't distinguish this familiar voice.

"How's it going?" Behind him, Ni Tingxuan asked anxiously and with concern.

The familiar and warm voice made Su Mi's heart tremble in an instant.

Her hands could barely catch his pulse.

He's here!

And he is his father......

She never had a moment. As in front of me, resentful of the cruelty of fate, to her, and to him.

"I ...... I don't know," she heard herself reply, her tone miraculously remained calm and peaceful, "Maybe he's still saved, maybe he's ...... I can't hear it, I can't hear anything. ”

She really couldn't hear anything, everything was a mess. Fill her heart slowly. She couldn't distinguish the delicate pulse and sort out the chaotic clues. But he was instinctively aware of the melody of death. It's like the weirdest instincts, constantly being sent into her ears.

However, no matter how troubled she was, she still clearly felt the sight behind her.

"Who are you?" The man on the bed suddenly turned his head and asked.

He knew that she was Qi Long's favorite concubine Su Mi, and they had just met at the banquet in the main hall, and besides, the days she lived in Yongzhou, the days when she followed the expeditionary army, must have been hidden from him.

He still asks her that.

What did he find?

"My name is Su Mi," she said softly, and then her voice was very soft, like a whisper in a lover's ear, and like a whisper in her sleep: "Father Gu Qingting." ”

In a shallow sentence, everything is already simple and clear, and it is obvious.

She thought she would never have a chance to say it, she thought she would never have the opportunity to say it, she wouldn't have the courage to say it.

But now that she had spoken out, it was so simple, so simple that it was like a dragonfly's wings skimming the water, and the slight ripple marks were even negligible, but it was so heavy that just one sentence made her lose all her strength.

After all, she can't deceive herself for the rest of her life.

Ni Yuan's eyes suddenly became clear, and his cold and lightning gaze shot towards Su Mi.

Su Mi met that gaze without flinching, with a resolute pleasure like relief, and looked at him with a cold and cheerful gaze, letting his gaze stab hard in his eyes, on his heart, not to feel the heat coming from behind her.

He heard, but what about him?

"Okay, good," Ni Yuan suddenly laughed loudly, "To be able to die in front of his descendants is a ......well-deserved death."

Su Mi didn't dare to look at the eyes behind her, but she could clearly feel that the eyes that were on her were gradually desperate and cold. It's like a flower that can't be put away in the cold winter, and suddenly faces the fate of withering.

With that kind of look, Su Mi was afraid that as long as she glanced at it, she would be caught off guard, and she would collapse.

Ni Yuan's smile in front of him was miraculously cheerful and bright. He turned his head to look at her, then looked past her and behind her. His gaze instantly became soft and warm.

Su Mi suddenly remembered his father.

"Ting Xuan......" he gasped, but before he could finish his words, suddenly there was a violent cough, and bright red blood poured out of his mouth and splashed on the people closest to him.

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Su Mi stumbled down the road, she didn't know how she had escaped from that gloomy hall. She just knew that she was gone, and that she had left the space behind her to their father and son.

Outside, the snow was blowing and covering the ground.

The sky was gloomy, and the earth was gloomy.

Walking among the snowflakes all over the sky, Su Mi lowered her head and looked at the bright red blood stains on her dress, the places where the blood was splashed were as if they were poured with boiling oil, the blood of the enemy brought her incredible corrosive pain, with the same pleasure as cutting the rotten wound with a knife, which made her tremble because of the excitement of the transition.

And after that? Where is the road after that? When her hatred finally ends, she finds that she has nothing left.

Along the way, the path of revenge has drained her life.

There was only a blank left in her heart, she was like a lonely boat floating on the vast sea, above, below, all endless blue, unable to see the head, unable to see the edge, with the wind and waves, up and down, drifting up and down, it was impossible to distinguish which side was the sky and which side was the earth.

Finally, I would like to appeal, a monthly pass, a monthly pass,

By the way, there are still two chapters left, so I won't update it tomorrow, but the ^_^ day after tomorrow,。.。

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