When Li Ziqi heard this, he hugged Eighteen Niang tightly, as if he wanted to embed it in his own flesh.

He used his fingers to comb Eighteen Niang's hair very seriously, his hands had just been roasted by the fire, warmly, but Eighteen Niang felt that he was trembling constantly.

"No, Eighteen Niang. Cui Min is the only person in this world who can save you, and if he dies, you will die too. ”

Eighteen Niang only felt that the little bud in her heart suddenly stretched out.

She smiled, gently tied her hair up with a headband, and stretched out her fingers to touch her parched lips.

"So, the person who knows me best is Zheng Huiliu, not you. A person knows that he is going to die, and at first he will hate and be afraid; Later, there will be despair, and one day will be one less day; In the end, it will be numb, but it will be one death, and one more day will be live. ”

She touched her lower abdomen, "I don't hate you for not saving you when you die, but I hate you for lying to me." And the people I hate have become a piece of loess before I die. ”

Li Ziqi cried.

"You are less pleased with me, so you are willing to leave me; But I was reluctant. ”

How could he watch Eighteen Niang die?

He had already watched her die once in his previous life, how could he repeat the same mistakes in this life?

At that time, he didn't know his background, and he thought that he was really the son of King Zhenping. The mother ignored him, and his father favored Li Zi'an. Between heaven and earth, he is the only one, alone.

In my previous life, I was still twelve years old when I entered the Black Feather Guard, but the twelve years old at that time was really twelve years old.

The bruises on the body that were beaten by those eight lambs every day, except for one face, were simply not complete.

Why? The twelve years old of the noble sons of other families can go out to look for flowers and willows, they can be vassals and elegant, and they can go to play and bow.

But he wanted to pick up the sword in his hand and numbly kill one person and another, the way of heaven is unfair!

He lay on the roof, covered his eyes with his hands, and silently shed tears.

The sun in Chang'an City is really too strong. As if to expose all the darkness in his heart to the sun.

However, where there is light, how can there be no shadow?

As soon as he had the opportunity, he went to take a peek at Eighteen Niang.

She also has no love from her parents and is alone. Those who were well-dressed and still her cousins and cousins laughed at her, insulted her, and laughed at her.

She straightened her spine and stood there, one by one, fiercely returning it.

At that time, Shen Eighteen was the most dazzling little lady in the entire Fan Yang! It's like a rising sun.

Li Ziqi squatted on the beams of the house, hiding in the shade of the trees, like an omnipresent shadow.

He was ashamed of himself.

He only dared to hide aside, quietly imitating the appearance of Eighteen Niang. She held out her right hand, and he held out his left hand, as if that way, he could actually take her hand.

If he could touch it tacitly, he would blush, look at his hands, and hide to the side and laugh.

As Li Ziqi grew older, Zhao Yi assigned him more and more tasks, and his chances to go to Fanyang became less and less.

He held back a delusion in his heart, if he made meritorious service and gained face in front of Zhao Yi, would he be able to ask for the holy decree and ask to marry Eighteen Niang?

But when he came to Fan Yang again with a body injury, everything had changed.

It was the Flower Dynasty Festival of the year.

Eighteen Niang was wearing a goose-yellow skirt, and her little face was red like a red fruit. She wore her hair in a double bun and fell with round pearls.

He recognized the pearl, he spent a lot of money to collect it from the south, and then asked people to sell it to Eighteen Niang.

She smiled more beautifully than ever.

Beside her, there was really a young man standing.

The portrait of this person, Li Ziqi once saw on Zhao Yi's desk, he was Wang Liulang, the son of the Taiyuan Wang family.

Wang Liulang was holding the grass in his hand and carefully braiding a hand rope. Eighteen Niang looked at it, lowered her head, and smiled.

There may be bugs crawling in his palms, itching, all the way to the heart.

Li Ziqi squatted in the grass, and also pulled a piece of grass beside him, and carefully knitted it.

Wang Liulang is too big, obviously Eighteen Niang's wrists are very thin, and they will fall out if they are not careful. And he braided it just right, fine and neat, better than the lady who sold bracelets on the street. This is what he secretly compared for many days and nights.

But Wang Liulang's one was put on Eighteen Niang's hands, and the one in Li Ziqi could only be thrown in the grass.

He followed them numbly, followed them to the river to pick flowers, followed them to the noodle stall, and watched them eat noodles.

There is too much vinegar and too little spicy in the noodles of this house. Eighteen Niang prefers the one in the east of the city.

But she sat there, eating happily, and smiled at Wang Liulang, saying that this noodle tasted so good.

Li Ziqi squatted on the corner of the street, silently thinking that the food he hated the most in the future would be noodles. The most hated person is probably the one surnamed Wang.

Maybe it was from that time on, no one called him Li Ziqi anymore, and the people of Great Chu called him, the living king of Hades.

Not a single tear fell during the plum period. He squatted outside the window of Eighteen Niang for a whole night, and the next morning, he left Fanyang and returned to Chang'an.

He heard that the eighteen mothers had peony flowers. As he listened, a fire burned all the peony flowers in Zhenping's palace. In this way, she is going to marry Wang Liulang.

When he heard that, they were married. Next year's Flower Dynasty Festival, she will marry Wang Liulang.

He heard that she had fainted at a flower feast, and the doctor said that she would not live to be eighteen years old.

Li Ziqi shed a whole night of tears, he never thought that as a man, he could be sad like this. He kept wiping it away, but the tears kept pouring out.

Li Ziqi jumped into the lotus pond and drenched himself in the cold, then turned over and got on the horse and dared to go to Fanyang overnight.

I haven't seen her for a few months, and Shen Banniang's stature has grown a lot taller.

Her back was straight, her lips were tightly pursed, and she held the Qingyue Sword and put it on Wang Liulang's neck.

She was smiling all the time.

"Divorce? So many of you are standing here just to force me to withdraw from the marriage? Let Shen Sixteen climb the bed of his future brother-in-law just to let me get out of the marriage? Then you said earlier, if you drop something on the ground and get dirty, you will give it to me, and I will not ask for it, because I am afraid of getting my hands dirty! ”

As she spoke, her sword tightened a little more, "Wang Liu, let me ask you once, do you want to withdraw from this marriage?" ”

Wang Liu lowered his head and finally hummed softly.

Li Ziqi, who was standing in the crowd, couldn't wait to rush out and kill him with a sword. But he can't, if he kills Wang Liu, then Wang Liu will stay in Eighteen Niang's heart forever.

He should obviously be glad that Wang Liu is a bad seed, so that he has a new chance.

But the strange thing is that he hates, hates why he is so useless, why does he let Eighteen Niang show such a look!

Eighteen Niang closed her eyes, and after a while, she breathed a sigh of relief, "If you don't want me, I'll take a break." ”