Nan Tachibana slowly squatted down and buried her cheeks in her knees.

Nineteen years, she has only lived for nineteen years, and she can't believe that she has lived for such a long time just to care about one person. She is not worth it at all, it is Beihuai who she gave up, how can she still let him mistake Shaohua?

The lights of the Daming Palace are cold, the imperial city of the capital is desolate and desolate, and the three rafters of Hu Lu stand in the empty hall, and suddenly see a crack in the beautiful jade on the table.

He looked at a curtain of rain outside the palace and said: "The jade is broken for no reason, it seems that something unexpected has happened." ”

The figure of the three rafters migrated with the moonlight, and it looked strange on the gray marble, and the rain was long steps, and the outlines of the rivers and mountains were washed away.

Did he exchange the happiness of these people for the stability of a person?

In Yueyang County, as if to confirm the words of the broken jade, the story is like ink.

Nan Cheng paced down from the upper floor first, and the lightning scorched her face reflected the panic, thinking: Beihuai tomorrow is our farewell day.

The long pavilion is long, the tall building is high, in this sad place where there are many people in Chujing, they should also draw an end.

When she was about to cross the arch, Nazhi saw Wan Heqian, whose clothes were soaked on the opposite side of the arch. He seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

Nan Tang drew her sword neatly, and the rain dripped down the blade of the sword, and before it dripped, she moved her sword to her body.

Wan Heqian stepped back and slid out a few feet, and then also took out his sword to resist Nan Tang's attack, and the two of them made a fierce move to kill people.

Somehow, the two of them confused the heavens and the earth, and the sun and the stars shifted, and they actually hit the surface of Dongting Lake, the blue lake was significantly inky in the night, and the three thousand still waters were disturbed very unevenly.

Nan Tang went down, setting off a monstrous wave, Beihuai saw two figures on Yueyang Tower vaguely, because of the shower his vision became foggy, but he still recognized Nan Tang, he turned over, and slid directly from the upstairs to Nan Tang's side, only then did he see that the person opposite was Wan Heqian.

Nan Tang had long wanted to directly cut off Wan Heqian's life, and without taking into account Beihuai, he threw the sword directly, the sword momentum was very fast, and he forced Wan Heqian through the water curtain, and he had no way to retreat.

As soon as Beihuai arrived, he remembered the oath he had promised Pu'er, and directly hit Wan Heqian with his palm wind to force him away.

Nan Tang was about to succeed, but when he saw that Beihuai was completely destroyed all of a sudden, he shouted: "Hu Lu Qihan, what are you doing?" It's not your turn to meddle in my affairs. ”

He said coldly: "It has nothing to do with you, I'm for Pu'er." ”

Nan Tang looked at him and lost his mind for a moment.

She thought to herself: You are stupid, you are not the only one in his heart, what are you so worried about?

Maybe it's just ridiculous self-soothing.

Wan Heqian laughed wickedly, and directly swung the sword that was stained with prison poison. Nan Cheng didn't hide, because she really didn't have the mental strength.

When Nan Tang's body was pierced by the sword, it was still the same familiar pain, and she fell into the water, and the pain on her body at that moment came to her.

She couldn't shed any tears.

Her nineteen years of suffering were so much more than happiness that she didn't dare to count them, it was enough to break her down.

What came to her mind was the story of Gao Shebai and her about the Book of Poetry and the Shuo Mouse, the faint smile of Beihuai under the moon of Wu Lan, and a shallow kiss under the peach blossom tree in the courtyard that seemed like a dream.

Wan Heqian watched Beihuai chase Nan Tang into the water, he smiled sadly, people who are concerned are so good, not like he lives like a walking corpse.