Chapter 392: The Demon Girl Is Dead

The resentment, insincerity, insincerity, and insincerity of life in the past ten years have all exploded.

On this day, many people died in the palace, and a heavy rain ended it all.

Everything is back to its usual calm.

Then the second, third, and fourth days, it snowed for three days in a row, and the plum blossoms competed.

A gust of wind blew, blowing plum blossoms flying all over the palace wall, like a soul yearning for freedom, escaping from the palace wall.

It was as if they were paying tribute to these patriotic martyrs and passing them on to heaven.

It is rumored that the emperor was bewitched by the demon girl, so he would kill like this.

On the fourth day, the death knell in the palace rang.

It seemed like a mournful music echoing within the high walls of the palace, unable to disperse for a long time.

The Grand Commander rode out of the palace and rushed towards the military headquarters with the holy decree in his hand, shouting.

"The enchantress is dead! The enchantress is dead! Our commanders are only loyal to the emperor, not to the enchantress! ”

"All your strength! Attack the robbers who invade our land! ”

When the demon girl died, the people of the world cheered, and the whole country celebrated. In the snow-dyed courtyard of the princess's mansion, the palace people knelt on the ground.

The Emperor and the princess had been in the room for a whole day.

The palace people kneeling outside were so cold that their bodies were shivering, and their fingers in the snow were stiff, but they didn't dare to move.

In the courtyard, plum blossoms bloomed, and pink petals fluttered on the snow-white snow, followed by snow.

Snowflakes are flying all over the sky.

After a long time, there was a sudden 'squeak'. The door was pulled open.

The emperor's face was expressionless and indifferent, and his desolate face revealed a sadness and sorrow that no one noticed.

She was holding a woman in a big red wedding dress in her arms.......

The woman's phoenix-crowned head hung down from the emperor's arm, and a hand as pale as white jade hung limply from the sleeve of the red robe.

As the emperor stepped out of the door of the house, the phoenix crown gold tassel on the top of the woman's head swayed, dyeing her beautiful little face even more poignantly.

Dreaming of such a picture, Lu Ming subconsciously frowned tightly.

Even if he couldn't see what the person in the dream looked like, he knew inexplicably that she was the little princess.

The demon girl in the dream just now, has she been talking about all along?

Why did you die like this? Lu Ming didn't even know how the emperor killed her.

Died as soon as he appeared?

The dream continued to .......

The emperor walked out of the room with the little princess in his arms with an indifferent look.

The palace people who knelt in a courtyard even pressed their faces against the snow on the ground and didn't dare to lift them.

The emperor's golden embroidered dragon boots stepped on the snow covered with pink petals step by step, making a rustling sound.

A gust of wind blew, and the petals and snowflakes swirled around them, as if to pay tribute to the deceased.

There seemed to be another immature voice in my ears.

"I'm not afraid of anything where my uncle is!"

"Uncle! When I grow up, you're going to pick out my ponies yourself! ”

"Uncle! I'm good! No more naughty! Don't get punished, okay? ”

“……”

The emperor walked towards the courtyard of the princess's mansion step by step with heavy steps, his indifferent expression could not see a trace of emotional fluctuations, but no one knew the pain in his heart.

Holding the little princess, he walked to the middle of the courtyard and suddenly stood still.

The courtyard is full of the faint fragrance of plum blossoms.

The indifferent eyes revealed a desolation and sadness that no one could perceive.

He lowered his head and glanced at the person in his arms, and then raised his eyes in the fragrance of plum blossoms.