"Lord Wang!" Wei Youlan screamed in horror, is he crazy? Is he dying?

Song Yu didn't seem to hear it, and slapped the horse's ass again, and at this moment, he became the ruthless iron-blooded prince again. 【Latest chapter reading. 】

"Stop! Stop! "Wei Youlan almost roared.

There was a cliff in front of him, and Song Yu didn't mean to pull the reins to stop the horse. The horse galloped towards the edge of the cliff as it had always been.

Twenty zhang! Ten zhang! Five!

"Ahh Wei Youlan screamed, and her hands subconsciously covered her face.

Time stood still at this moment, and the trembling body was hugged into Song Yu's broad and warm chest.

"Lan'er......" he called out her name, his big powerful palm caressing her cold fingers.

Wei Youlan still screamed uncontrollably, and the whole person shrank into a ball.

"Alright, Lan'er, the horse has stopped, and everything is over!" He whispered in her ear, his arms around her contracted harder, his burning lips pressed against her trembling silk. She was shaking, but she didn't know he was shaking. Because of the huge pressure, because of the painful choice.

Uncontrollable grief burst out from the closed fingertips, so aggrieved, so sad. All the pent-up emotions burst out at this moment.

"I'm sorry, Lan'er......" his lips pressed against her silk, trying to restrain his emotions from collapsing. He didn't want to die yet, and he didn't want to die with her. But her refusal to do so broke down the composure and indifference he had worked so hard to maintain. The dilemma has driven him to the brink. If it weren't for Wei Youlan's shrill cry, it is likely that he would have given up his reason and let himself end everything in pain.

He didn't want to let go of her, he couldn't let go of her. But what to do to Su Weiyan so that it won't cause harm.

Her little tearful face lifted from his arms, her fingers leaving red marks from the force of the contraction on her face. Touching the faint red mark with his fingers, Song Yu's lips found her with helplessness and struggle.

"Lan'er...... Why do I love you so much, how can I let myself love you less......" Song Yu sighed, chagrin and bitterness echoing on the tip of his tongue.

"Lord, you can't do this." Wei Youlan came back to her senses, and her hands began to push Song Yu's body hard. Tears wet his face and his white clothes, but she still tried to push him away.

"Lan'er......" His heart was distressed and couldn't say anything else, only looked at her so sadly and pleadingly, watching her withdraw from his embrace.

"Lord Wang, please think about Miss Su." Wei Youlan was crying, but she was still maintaining his sanity.

The pain in her heart flooded everything, and Song Yu grabbed her shoulders, her fingers holding her so hard and so firmly that she flinched and trembled.

"Lan'er, I love you." He said those three words so hard, he never knew he could say those three words.

"Smack!"

Wei Youlan was stunned, and Song Yu was also stunned on the spot. Neither of them seemed to expect such a crisp voice to sound between them. She looked at her palms in amazement, and he looked at her in amazement.

Between heaven and earth, there was suddenly no sound, and all the emotions of collapse condensed at this moment.

It seems like a long, long time......

At last he reached out and gently pulled her closer to his arms again. Sighing deeply, he knew that she didn't mean to, he knew that although she hit him, she hurt more than him. Large drops of damp heat ran down his neck, burning on his skin and burning across his heart.

Her lips trembled and crushed with suppressed sobs against his slap cheek.

"Yu ......" Wei Youlan whispered softly in his ear in pain, his voice hoarse and struggling.

"Yu ...... I'm going to be doomed. It was she who pushed the two of them to the edge of the precipice from which she could not recover, and it was she who made the two of them unable to be together when they clearly loved each other.

"Then we're both doomed."

"Together we are not heaven but hell." Wei Youlan reminded him.

"Then let me go to hell with you." His hand was on the back of her neck, and he only wished he had her in his arms forever.

"Miss Nasu......"

He used his kiss to stop her hesitation: "Don't worry anymore, that's my problem, leave it to me to solve." ”

She was silent and submissive. Her arms were on his shoulders, and her soft body was so soft against his. The lips no longer run away, and love spreads between the lips and tongue. Her acceptance slowly calmed his intensely aching heart, and her wheezing and body temperature calmed the struggling nerves.

The horse walked slowly on the way back to King An's mansion.

She was laughing, weak but touched. There are still glass water colors in her eyes, some messy silks, eyes red with tears, and lips that are kissed as red as cherries.

No matter how rich the language of "Lan'er ......" is, it can only be overshadowed in front of her. Such a beautiful woman will be the woman he is marrying.

"Master......" Wei Youlan responded carefully, her hand holding his right hand on the reins.

"What to do? I want to kiss you again. ”

"Uh......" was a little surprised, and the honey-like shyness in her eyes spread across her cheeks.

He smiled, as bright as the sun.

Reaching out his hand, he cupped her cheek, his lips touched her gently, he couldn't kiss her enough, her dark eyes seemed to be deep with a deadly temptation.

"Lan'er, give me some time." He promised her, "Tomorrow I will go hunting in the paddock with a few people in the capital at night, and when I come back, I will go to Su Duyan to explain." Clearly, he could feel the body in his arms tremble, her face buried in his shoulder socket, he could not see the expression on her face, but he could feel her resistance.

"Lan'er, don't worry, I'll take care of everything." Song Yu knew that this was difficult, but he always had to face it.

"Master, promise the slave and maid not to hurt her." Wei Youlan's voice was suppressed over his shoulder.

Song Yu couldn't help but sigh in his heart, impossible. As long as he chooses, he is doomed to harm, he chose Wei Youlan, and the royal face and Su Duyan are destined to be the injured party. He can only try his best to make up for it, he can give the position of Princess Su Duyan, but he can't give her the only love.

Gently kissing Wei Youlan's forehead, Song Yuxian was still selfish in the end.

"I can only keep the damage to a minimum." Song Yu promised.

The minimum amount of damage?

Wei Youlan almost sneered in Song Yu's arms. The damage was just the beginning, how could she let it all end so easily. The bright and holy smile on Su Yuyan's face flickered in front of her, and she unconsciously tightened the fingers on Song Yu's chest, she couldn't wait to see the smile shatter in front of her. Her hatred was the color of blood, but what she wanted back was more than just bloody pain.

After all, Ling Xiaohan is merciful, and if he is given revenge, everything will stop when the blood flows clean. But he didn't know that there was another kind of harm in the world that could make life worse than death. This kind of injury is in the bottom of the heart, and the flesh and blood are blurred in the scars. It cannot be touched and does not heal. I could only watch it hurt and bleed.

And such an injury is what she is satisfied with!