Feng Jing grabbed the golden scissors in front of the mirror, then walked to the table, grabbed the delicate and gorgeous wedding dress, and unceremoniously went down with a pair of scissors.

"Who's going to marry you? Don't even think about it! ”

He said angrily, tearing and shredding his clothes as he spoke.

"Who's going to marry you? I don't want to marry you, I am a person of His Highness in life, and I am also a ghost of His Highness in death. As he spoke, he began to cry, and his white face was studded with a pair of red eyes.

A good wedding dress is completely ruined.

But what can be changed when clothes are torn?

He sat on the embroidery table and covered his face and cried, obviously he would marry his beloved, why did he end up with this result?

If he can't marry His Royal Highness, he will definitely not marry anyone else, never!

But if he resists, his mother and father ......

It seems that there are only two choices in front of him, either marry or ......

The white jade hand slowly reached for the scissors, as if this was the only way to do both, and he and his Highness could no longer do it.

"Bang"

The door was slammed open, and Feng Jing was like a frightened rabbit, and he hid the scissors in a panic, because he knew that he could only kill himself if he had them.

But when he saw the people who came in, he was completely stunned.

Your Highness? How did His Highness end up here?

Seeing Feng Jing's expression, Yan Zhi knew that the other party could see him.

It was just a dream, but now it's suddenly real.

"Your Highness!" He stood up in surprise, threw away the scissors and rushed to Yan Zhi, the little bird snuggling in the arms of his highness.

"Your Highness, why are you here?" This sentence simply exhausted countless grievances.

Yan Zhi didn't know why Feng Jing could see himself, but it was better than not seeing him die again.

"Sorry, I'm late." Yan Zhi patted him lightly on the shoulder and said.

Her Fengjing has grown a little taller.

Almost as tall as her.

"Is Your Highness here to take Jing'er away?" Feng Jing's voice was full of hope.

Yan Zhi was just about to speak, when a warning voice came from his ear, [Girl, this is a dream, you can't promise him!] 】

Yan Zhi didn't remember who it was for a while, and it took a while for his memory to come back.

[Girl, get out of here, now, immediately, immediately.] 】

If it was usual, Yan Zhi would definitely leave without hesitation, but how could she leave now?

If I'm gone, he'll die." ’

[Girl, are you stunned? It's your dreams, the dreams are all fake, and he's dead in that copy of the novel, and the novel is back on track. 】

Even so, how could Yan Zhi see Feng Jing die in front of him again? She couldn't.

[If you don't leave now, you'll be completely trapped here, have you forgotten your hatred? 】

Yan Zhi was stunned, and she couldn't forget the hatred, but let her see her lover commit suicide with her own eyes, how could she do it?

"Yes, I'll take you away." Yan Zhi said softly.

When Feng Jing heard this, his original nervous and frightened emotions were swept away, and he happily held Yan Zhi's hand, "I'm not afraid to go with His Highness." ”

Even if he will be poor in the future, he is not afraid.

Yan Zhi held Feng Jing's hand and ran out the door, but she stepped out of the room, but Feng Jing remained inside.

The hands of the two were ruthlessly separated, and then looking inside, Feng Jing stretched out his hand to the scissors again, and it was still at the table.

[Give up, you can't take him.] The old dragon sighed and said.

If it was Mu Xi, or the floating light, it would be possible to split this dream, but Yan Zhi didn't have that strength at all now.

[In this life, his destination is to die on the eve of the wedding. The old dragon said helplessly.

[Girl, you are not mortals, there is no need to just look at such a little thing in front of you. Leaving here, Fengjing is still waiting for you outside. 】

Yan Zhi went in unwillingly, and the scene just now happened again, which completely coincided, and even what he said was completely consistent.

But when she walked out of the room, Feng Jing was still blocked inside, and resumed when she was about to commit suicide with scissors.

'Can I just watch him die?!' Yan Zhi said angrily.

[Not really. 】

Yan Zhi seemed to have hope, and in the next second, Lao Long said again: [He is just an element in the dream realm, strictly speaking, he is not Fengjing at all. 】

This sentence seems to wake up Yan Zhi, yes, this dream should be artificially constructed, and "Fengjing" is also a fabricated element of the dream.

Yan Zhi withdrew the foot she wanted to step into, and she watched as the scissors pierced into Fengjing's slender chest, and his chest bloomed with dazzling red plum blossoms.

Yan Zhi clenched his fists, even if this "Fengjing" was artificially pinched, but what was presented was the truth.

Feng Jing died on this night, on the eve of the wedding, the sharp scissors pierced his heart, and he never had a chance to turn around.

"Your Highness, squeak, will I come to you in the next life? You wait for me, you have to wait for me, I will find it as soon as possible, as soon as possible, you ......"

If there is fate in this life, then seek the next life.

Yan Zhi's body seemed to be nailed to the spot, she saw "Fengjing" breathing, and saw the chaos in the Prime Minister's Mansion, she seemed to be a passerby, and no one could see her except "Fengjing".

The dream shattered, and she was pulled back.

Yan Zhi opened her eyes, and what she saw was the dust of cotton and linen, simple and simple.

She tilted her head, and Feng Jing sat on the edge of the bed.

Yan Zhi got up, she had no idea that there were tears on her face.

Feng Jing wiped her eyes and asked softly, "But you're in a nightmare?" ”

Unexpectedly, Yan Zhi pulled his wrist and pulled him to the bed and pressed him under her, she kissed Feng Jing's lips urgently, eagerly, completely nonsensical.

If it were usual, Feng Jing might have responded, but now his eyes are cold.

Yan Zhi's heart couldn't tell, she could only tell herself in this way that Feng Jing was not dead, he was by her side.

The clothes that were not stained were a little messy, and Feng Jing grabbed Yan Zhi's arm and pushed her away.

The eagerness and fear in Yan Zhi's eyes were unreservedly exposed in Feng Jing's eyes, and at this time, Feng Jing's heart suddenly softened.

That's it, the stand-in is the stand-in, who calls Lone to love her?

Feng Jing spat on himself while gently patting Yan Zhi's back.

"Lonely, I'm here, don't be afraid."

Yan Zhi hugged Feng Jing, and his panic and anxiety were like countless hands wrapping around Feng Jing and wrapping them tightly.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Feng Jing said again.

[Girl, friendly reminder, the little white dragon is not in a good mood. 】

Yan Zhi's hazy eyes gradually returned to clarity, and she asked in Fengjing's ear, "Feeling bad?" Why? ”

Feng Jing took a deep breath, didn't have the courage to ask, "It's okay." ”

Yan Zhi didn't force it, she said, "Then wait until you are willing to say it." ”