"Why don't you just kill him!"

Jingxiu listened to Li Yundi's question, raised his eyes and stared at Ming Fang, who was struggling in pain at this time who fell into the corner of the wall, and felt very uncomfortable, but the facts forced him to do this: "There will be no antidote to this dumb medicine, you don't have to worry about what he says." ”

"Do you want to keep him alive?" Li Yundi locked his eyebrows and exuded coldness between his eyebrows, and his eyes clearly showed the words 'impossible'.

"Whether he stays alive or not depends on his own creation." Jingxiu held the long sword in his hand, and moved towards Mingfang's fallen body step by step, he knew that the person behind him would not let him go so easily, so he ...... He had to do this, or his life would be lost.

The cold air gradually shook Ming Fang's body, and the burning heat in his throat was the smell of blood, which made Ming Fang have to hold his neck and cry lightly, he could no longer make a sound, he could no longer call Qian Yan's name.

Tears were still dripping, and Jingxiu approaching him only made him feel terrible, Jingxiu ...... He actually treated himself like this......

The sword body still exuded a cold cold light, compared to the burning bloody taste in his throat, the breath on Chibli's body made him feel more terrifying, at this moment he could only shake his head at him and want to tell 'don't', want to tell him 'Chiblith is really going to be angry', the sound made was no different from the noise of a one-year-old child.

"I'm sorry." Jing Xiu's hand holding the hilt of the sword with a tense face suddenly tightened, he saw the fear and begging for mercy in Ming Fang's eyes, such a painful expression seemed to be seen on his face for the first time, every time he was with Qianyan, he always smiled happily, no matter who stood beside him, there would always be someone to protect him and let him live without fighting.

Why is he here today, why is he going to kill him, he is the person his brother loves, if the truth is exposed, their brothers will inevitably turn against each other, but there is no turning back.

He admits that he is selfish...... is so selfish that he wants to have the love that he desires but can't reach, and for this love, he wants to fight for it, even at any means and means.

"Hmmm......"

In a trance, the wordless pain made Mingfang's distorted face directly soften along with the pain, and the hamstrings of his legs were quickly broken by Jingxiu, he knew that it was very painful, but it was far less than the pain in his heart.

His eyes followed Jingxiu's hand, Mingfang knew that it was his tendon next, and he couldn't escape the bad luck, and his tone was howling and begging for mercy with fear, it was better to wait quietly, so he closed his eyes gloomily and waited for the pain to come, although his heart was trembling with fear, but he didn't do any other movements and expressions.

When Jingxiu gritted his teeth and picked his tendons, he finally sat on the ground dejectedly, Mingfang, who was always smiling cutely in front of him, was now in a mess, his limbs were accompanied by dazzling blood, and all he had to do was taste cruel.

I'm sorry...... I'm sorry...... Jingxiu muttered in his heart over and over again, but the person who had fainted seemed to have a feeling of eternal sleep.

"It's better to torture him like this than to kill him with a sword." Li Yundi looked at everything in front of him and was still so cold and insensitive.

"No...... At least he's still alive......" Jingxiu couldn't imagine what would happen to Chiewa, however, he still hoped that Mingfang would live to see Chiewashi one day.

"You go, I'll deal with it myself, you should understand that it is impossible for me to put him in the house so simply for my own sake."

"Okay." Li Yundi nodded, then turned to leave, he believed that Jingxiu would not do stupid things for the sake of what he loved.

In an instant, there was only silence in the room, Jing Xiu stared at Ming Fang who was haunted by blood on the ground, his face was pale, his eyes were closed, and his weak breathing seemed to be quietly passing away with the blood flowing from his limbs.

Tears gathered in his eyes, Jingxiu hugged his body with trembling hands, and his low soft limbs deeply hurt his heart, because he did all this.

Later, in order not to be discovered about his viciousness towards Mingfang, Jingxiu carried him to the hillside outside the city in a bag and threw it on the slope, not for anything else, he hoped that someone could save him and hope that he would live......

Ming Fang's life will allow him to alleviate his sins, and it will allow him not to suffer terribly.

However, whether or not anyone will save him is up to fate.

In the end, he stared at him reluctantly, Jingxiu suddenly got up and left, nostalgia only made him more painful, and soft-heartedness only made his future painful.

He chose to betray, he chose to bear such a great pain, he would not turn back, and even if he did, it would be dark.

The next day, Mingfang never thought that he could see the sun again, the light in winter was warm but couldn't warm his heart, he didn't know why Jingxiu didn't extinguish his mouth, but it seemed more painful than death to let him go like this.

Leaving a person who can't speak and can't move in the wilderness, this kind of self-fending makes him feel terrible, no matter what identity he has stayed in the Prime Minister's Mansion since he was a child, he has never been lonely, everyone cares about him and makes him moved.

Maybe it's because his life is so good that God treats him like this and balances his life!

Millelith ...... How should he worry about him? How can the old lady stay up all night? And his son-in-law...... Even though he is still in prison, he still worries him......

Tears never fall, but Ming Fang found that his tears had dried up, Zou Ran was sad, he still wanted to see the faces that cared about him, wanted to hear their loving voices, and wanted to run into their warm arms.

Can't give up! A few simple words made Mingfang brave, there was no hand, foot and no sound, he could climb or roll, he could go to someone for help......

But the body has no strength, whether it is the limbs or the throat, it is a heart-piercing pain, how long can he live......

From the posture of leaning on the small slope, Ming Fang sat up straight, and none of the horses and carriages passing by stopped, perhaps because they didn't see his manuscript or because others didn't want to save him at all.

A simple move drained all of Ming Fang's strength, and finally he could roll down the hill and fight for his chance to live.

The moment his body rolled down, there was no joy or sorrow in his heart, and no one knew what it would be like when his body fell on the avenue.

Life and death are determined by heaven, but they don't want to hit a quick stone on their head while rolling down, making them faint.

"Hey! Dead or not! Yan Mo, who was the first to jump out of the carriage, came to the halfway point of the hillside, and gently kicked the person who had passed out with his back to him with his foot, with an impatient face, if it wasn't for Mei Yuran to meddle in his affairs, he wouldn't have dismounted.

Mei Yuran came from behind, standing beside Yumo and pulling his sleeves, her face was as gentle as water, but her tone seemed to be doting and reproachful: "Xiaomo, don't be so rude!" ”

After glancing at Mei Yuran, Yanmo shook off the hand that Mei Yuran was holding him, and snorted coldly: "Where am I rude?" I'm just asking him. ”

Mei Yuran looked at him helplessly, and at the same time, her eyes were full of pampering and humility: "Okay! All right! You stand still, I'll take a look. ”

Yanmo also looked at him with a cold face and didn't speak.

Mei Yuran sighed in her heart, squatted down and turned over Ming Fang's body for a moment, and his leisurely face suddenly came to an end.

"Mingfang!? Is this Mingfang? The voice of disbelief was shocked.

"Mingfang?" Words and ink only felt a little familiar, but the real image was not.

"Xiao Mo quickly find the nearest inn nearby, his injuries are very serious." Mei Yuran's delicate eyebrows suddenly condensed, yesterday's rainstorm lasted for a day and a night, just felt his pulse was already weak, and the wounds were all inflamed, and his body was scorching, it seemed that he was in danger.

As Mei Yuran thought, it has been a whole day and a night since Mingfang's head hit the stone that day, and yesterday's heavy rain poured, although there were many pedestrians passing by, no one was willing to rescue a waste man whose hands and tendons were broken.

He woke up twice, and the only feeling was the desolation of the day, the desolation of the night, and the fragility of his heart.

The spicy pain in the throat, the pain in the wrong hand, the body was wet by the rain and only the dizziness and hunger and cold, so he was completely in a state of waiting for death, and when he opened his eyes at the last moment, he didn't cry, he didn't blame anyone, just because he believed in fate.

Closing your eyes is actually a kind of happiness, although you will leave the person you love, but at least he will exist in everyone's heart.

"Do you want to go to rest?" Yan Mo looked at Mei Yuran, whose face was full of tiredness, and her clear eyebrows were deeply gathered, for two days and one night, Mei Yuran was tiring to take care of Ming Fang, and she didn't take a sip of tea, let alone rest.

"No, he's not awake yet, I can't rest assured." Mei Yuran stretched out her hand and gently supported Ming Fang's forehead, the fever had subsided, but it still hadn't all subsided, and now Ming Fang couldn't leave his care at all.

"We should go back to the Prime Minister's Mansion, Yi Yun has been released, and now they should be very worried about Ming Fang." The two have known each other for so many years, and he knows what he is thinking with one look in his eyes, but he really can't stand him tossing himself like this.

"No...... I have to wait for him to wake up, and even more so, I have to keep an eye on his physical condition. Maybe it's because he's not sure he'll get back on his feet, so the guilt in his heart keeps him awake, and it's better to stay by his side than lie in bed with his eyes wide open.

"Then I'll go and inform them first." Yumo knew that Mei Yuran's insistence was estimated that no one could change it, just like the contradiction between them back then, a stalemate was ten years, and in the end, when they turned back to each other, they just wasted ten years of time.

"Okay." Yu Meiran frowned, rubbed her temples tiredly and nodded.

PS: "Will be on the top" and "Lao Tzu robbed the color" will be together more, so, I'm so tired that I'm about to vomit, I can only use this extra to decompress today, and I will continue to correct the text tomorrow.