He was also heartbroken suddenly, he thought that it would not be broken, how could his heart and body, which were already full of holes, be shattered again? However, it still feels severe pain.

This woman, she will never belong to herself. She has a plan and courage to elope, but her heart is inextricably linked.

In this life, she will not belong to herself. Girlhood didn't belong, and now doesn't; She didn't belong when she was in her prime, and she didn't belong when she was old.

Her name is always another man's last name.

He was not in a hurry to comfort her, and only waited for her to calm down a little, and her sighing voice was not so shaky, before handing her a glass of water. She drank it all.

"Your Majesty...... What will happen to him? ”

"Ye Jia...... You don't know how bad King Xianyang and Princess Pengcheng really are...... I have a terrible premonition that they will attack His Majesty halfway. Presumably they should also know that if they don't do it halfway, they will never have a chance again in this life. If it succeeds, the general trend of the world will change......"

She remembered the scene in her dream, as if it were a rehearsal of the tragedy of the coming day—it was—so intensely rehearsed.

Peng Cheng, Xianyang Wang, Feng Miaozhi...... How can their enemies give up so easily? Thousands of times of viciousness have combined into a nightmare today.

But it wasn't a nightmare, it was certainly true.

The reason why people have a hunch is because there are factual inferences, for example, those students who study hard every day and are smart will be admitted to key universities; For example, if a country does not do its job properly, the officials only know about corruption, keep mistresses, the social atmosphere is extremely corrupt, and the morality is degraded, then once the war starts, it will be defeated, such as the Beiyang Fleet in the First Sino-Japanese Naval War, which was known as the fourth in the world's naval strength at that time. However, no matter how ferocious the boast is, it will collapse at the touch of a button.

It has begun to rot from the inside, how can the outside remain young forever?

How can a person with cancer live a hundred years?

These things do not need to be divined, and people with a little common sense will predict the outcome.

It's as simple as that.

From quantitative change to qualitative change, Feng Miaolian seems to see her own life, this ending.

Just like in a dream, Tuoba Hong's tragic death and his own destruction, the beneficiary is others.

In the end, he must be the one who suffers the most, and there will be no one else. Peng Cheng, the king of Xianyang, they have been planning for a long time, and they must fight back, and they must struggle to break the net.

"Your Majesty is in danger...... They must have joined together to deceive him and murder him...... They took advantage of his unpreparedness to murder him...... This time, His Majesty was uneasy before he set out on the expedition...... He was sadder than I was for the tragic death of my child...... I babbled some more nonsense in front of him...... I hurt him...... I hurt Your Majesty......"

She covered her face, tears welling up on her tired face again.

All the time, she actually thinks about him all the time - whether it is love or hate, she thinks about him, after all, he is on the battlefield, every day is bloody and bloody, he is not going to Weifu for private visits, nor is he touring for fun, war is not child's play, nor is it a joke, the outcome is inconclusive, if there are traitors around you, and you will make a little fork every now and then, how can you bypass all the dangers of this paragraph?

What's more, she also told him about "Yang Jian".

At this time, she actually thought of Yang Jian again, and her heart was shocked.

"Ye Jia, do you know where the most famous family surnamed Yang is today?"

Ye Jia was stunned.

"Today??? There doesn't seem to be a well-known Yang family in the northern country. However, there were in the Southern Dynasties. Why do you ask this? ”

"I once told Your Majesty that it will not be him Tuoba Hong or their Tuoba family who will unify the world in the future, but a person named Yang Jian."

Ye Jia was stunned.

Even though he had long been accustomed to Feng Miaolian's various strange theories, he couldn't help but be shocked when he heard her say this.

Miao Lian was also shocked when she saw his performance. Ye Jia heard it, it's still like this, not to mention Tuoba Hong himself??

It's like if you are 18 years old, in the prime of life, and you are young and beautiful, but someone suddenly comes to tell you: in 5 years, you will inevitably get AIDS, your whole body will ulcerate, and you will die without a cure. The remaining five years of your life can still be good, happy, happy, happy??

The room was very quiet. The north wind outside the window howled, whining when it blew on the roof, and because of this, it set off the silence and loneliness of this room. It's like a dream that can't be woken up for a long time, a man and a woman, both in another dimension and the world are holding a strange conversation.

Ye Jia looked at her in amazement, and it was only at this moment that he really felt extremely shocked and frightened by all her performance: at this moment, he didn't seem to know her: what a strange Miaolian, how strange. It was so strange that he couldn't even get close to it, and it was incredible.

"Miao Lian, who are you?"

Feng Miaolian's eyes widened.

She could hear Ye Jia's question, it was his clear voice, he called her Miao Lian, but asked who she was.

Her eyes widened blankly, as if caught in a crazy paradox, and she muttered to herself, yes, who am I? Who am I? Who the hell am I?

"You're not Miao Lian!"

She's not her.

So, who is she?

The headache was like a crack, as if the two people were constantly splitting, entangled, and fighting: "I'm not Miaolian...... I'm not her...... I'm not Miaolian...... So, who am I? Who the hell am I? ”

"Actually, Your Majesty doesn't have to worry about Yang Jian at all, Yang Jian won't be born until fifty years after his death...... He's not going to fight him directly......"

She is like holding a crystal ball, like a witch who pretends to be a ghost, and can see the distant past but cannot see her own side.

"So, you said Your Majesty, in what year did he die?"

She looked at Ye Jia in alarm. She couldn't answer. It was as if she had prepared every argument and argument for every question, and it was only when it came time for the final conclusion that she confused the logic.

She really couldn't answer.

She was so close that she forgot about this part of her side—she really didn't know what year His Majesty died, and how he died—as if the Creator had extracted this part of his memory alone. When I drank Meng Po soup, I only took one sip, just to forget this part.

Occasional flash of inspiration, but all are distant and inconsequential. She is like a person with two souls, or ** and the soul are separated, or a ghost wandering in time, everything is intermittent.

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