For Qingzhu, is death a relief?

Ding Guoguo sat on the ground and looked up at Qingzhu, who had stopped breathing. She wanted to put her down, but she couldn't, so she could only do it here, waiting for Nangong Li to find her. All she can do for her is to preserve her dignity after death.

To be honest, she doesn't feel sad, her relationship with Qingzhu hasn't reached that point yet. However, she felt downright sad. In a place she didn't know, there were too many people like Qingzhu.

What about pomegranates? Is she? Did she marry Langka and just do what she was told? She was taken aback by her own thoughts. No! No, Pomegranate's person, she couldn't know better.

It was slowly getting dark, and the candles had burned out. The Chamber of Secrets was plunged into darkness. She clasped her hands on her knees and buried her face in her knees. She felt like she was going to collapse, and in just a few days her world was falling apart.

She didn't know how long it was, but she heard footsteps in the secret passage, and she sat still.

"Guoguo, you shouldn't have come here."

Nangong Li stood next to her, and there was a puddle of water where he stood.

"Let her down." Ding Guoguo maintained his original posture, and his voice was muffled.

Nangong Li sighed quietly, put down the candlestick in her hand, flew up and untied the iron chain that bound Qingzhu, hugged her with one hand, and gently put her on the ground.

Ding Guoguo stood up, lifted the rain lamp, turned his back to him, and said lightly, "Take her." With that, he walked to the door.

Nangong Li hugged Qingzhu's corpse and silently followed behind her.

The thunderstorm in early summer came so violently. Even with an umbrella, I was still soaking wet.

Ding Guoguo asked Nangong Li to put Qingzhu on the bed, took out a handkerchief and handed it to him.

Nangong Li took it and silently wiped the rain on her face.

"I'm going to sleep." Ding Guoguo stared at the bed and didn't look at him.

Nangong Li was slightly stunned, then turned around and went out.

However, Ding Guoguo did not sleep. She summoned the maidservant to bring water and cleanse the green bamboo. She agreed to send her ashes back to her hometown and sprinkle them into the glacier that jumped down from the iceberg. That way, she said, she would be free forever.

Qingzhu was originally from the Snow Country, to be exact, it was a secret agent planted in Tianxiang by the Snow Country. As soon as he was born, he was sent to the home of a secret agent who had been lurking in Tianxiang for many years, and he didn't even know who his biological parents were. According to her, there are many more people like her. Three years ago, she received the task of protecting a woman with a warm jade. The moment she saw Nuan Yu, she knew that the person she was going to sacrifice her life to protect was actually her.

If it weren't for Ding Ning's matter, maybe Qingzhu would have lived a few more years. It's just that she's tired of living like this. It can also be said that she caused her own death.

She took the initiative to contact Dongfang Huoyan and assisted him in rescuing Ding Ning. But she didn't expect that Ding Ning would lose his life because of this.

"Why don't you run away?"

"Run?" A wry smile appeared at the corner of Qingzhu's mouth, "Where to escape?" No matter where you flee, you can't escape the merciless pursuit. “

Agent, Assassin, Surveillance, Assassination. These words were originally far away from her, and she never thought that one day, the people around her would be like this.

Has Nangong Li always lived in such a dangerous environment? Thinking of the first time they met, he almost died at the hands of his brother, and her heart throbbed. This kind of thing like this definitely doesn't happen just once. Growing up in such an environment, do you still expect him to grow into a kind-hearted person?

Ning'er's death, Zhao Huaiyu's death, Li Jingxuan's death, Qingzhu's death, and those who lost their lives because of power games, whose fault is it? Do you blame them for being born in the wrong birth and in the wrong era?

"Get out of here, your heart is too kind, and in the whirlpool of power struggle, you will only be physically and mentally broken."

She remembered the last moment, Qingzhu had warned her.

Yes, she and Nangong Li can't go back. Now that Ning'er is dead, she has no reason to stay. Staying, it will only touch the scene. Remorse, guilt will torture her, if she doesn't go crazy, she becomes a demon.

"Princess, the slave has come in."

Nangong Lixin's maidservant, Lilac, who was given to her, knocked lightly on the door of the inner room, pushed the door and came in. She held a tray with two steaming bowls on it.

"Put it on the table." Tie the belt of Qingzhu's new clothes, Ding Guoguo washed his hands, and sat down at the table.

Lilac stood at the table, glanced at the green bamboo on the bed, bit her lip, lowered her head and asked, "Princess, can the slave dare to ask you a question?" “

Ding Guoguo glanced at her and nodded slightly.

Lilac hesitated for a moment, raised her eyes slightly to look at her, and asked, "Why are you so good to Sister Qingzhu?" “。

Ding Guoguo was stunned, is she good to Qingzhu? She just did what she had to do, and besides, Qingzhu could be regarded as dying for Ning'er. She smiled bitterly, "I'm not good at Qingzhu. “

Ding Xiang was slightly stunned, and said in a daze, "Sister Qingzhu is right, your heart is really good." “

Ding Guoguo sighed, waved her hand slightly, and asked her to retreat.

The next day, she put pine wood on the open space in the backyard, poured vegetable oil, and burned Qingzhu's body.

Looking at the billowing black smoke rising towards the sky, she felt uncomfortable. Qingzhu persuaded her to get out of here, but where should she go?

Nangong Li didn't ask about everything she did, he just stood a few meters away from her.

When Ding Guoguo finished Qingzhu's affairs and planned to deal with Ding Ning's funeral, he suddenly learned that Ding Ning's body was missing. Under the noses of hundreds of monks in the Ethereal Temple, it disappeared out of thin air, leaving no trace.

Nangong Li sent people to investigate for days, but they found nothing.

Ding Guoguo had a faint thought in her heart, but she felt that it was absolutely impossible. She personally confirmed that Ding Ning was no longer breathing and had no heartbeat at that time. But, who will steal Ding Ning's body?

"I'm sorry... I didn't expect someone to steal the body. “

After several days of fruitless investigation, Nangong Li apologized with great guilt.

Ding Guoguo only felt ridiculous, he didn't say a word about Ding Ning's death, why now? She didn't bother to think about it, she had other things to do.

Although Nangong Li sent people to keep an eye on her, she did not restrict her freedom. Although he didn't approve of her going out in her current body, he didn't stop her.

Sending away the carriage that brought her, Ding Guoguo entered the alley. After walking for a long time, she knocked on the door of a private house.

Qingzhu told her that Dongfang Huoyan lived here.

That day, after she vomited blood and fainted, Nangong Li came to find her. It was Qingzhu who fought hard to protect Dongfang Huoyan to leave, but she couldn't get out, and she didn't think about getting out.

Nangong Li hugged her who had passed out, put on her wedding dress, and worshipped.