Chapter 225: Unbroken and Unfinished (Final Chapter)

It was very cold on the edge of the cliff, and the wind was howling in the mountains, and Huangfu Weiye seemed to be blown awake a little, and stopped on the edge of the cliff.

"Fourth prince, don't move. I'll bring you back. Ma Ying cautiously approached Huangfu Weiye, but Huangfu Weiye's eyes were already red when he turned around, and Ma Ying recognized those red but ruthless eyes, which were the way he looked every time he wanted to kill her.

"Fourth prince, don't be afraid, I will save you." Ma Ying comforted softly. But I saw the struggle in Huangfu Weiye's eyes, he was not completely demonized.

"Brother Huang......" Huangfu looked at Huangfu Wuchen who came behind him in pain all night, and let out a painful voice.

"Why don't you find a place to live?" Huangfu Wuchen looked at the people on the edge of the cliff, his expression was fixed, when did it start, this family affection had already made him numb to pain, and he was numb to disappointment.

"I'm damned." Huangfu's face changed overnight, trying to control the other murderous self who was about to run out of his body.

"Brother Huang, if I die, will you forgive me?" Huangfu looked at Huangfu Wuchen all night, and the demon in his heart told him again and again that he was going to drag him into hell, but he didn't want to.

Huangfu Wuchen looked at the weak Huangfu in front of him. His heart hurt slightly, but the corners of his mouth slowly hooked.

"Fourth Prince, go back with me." Ma Ying cried, even though another person in the body of the fourth prince wanted to kill her, she still loved him. She didn't want him dead!

"Ying'er." Huangfu looked at the woman in front of him and chuckled, "Your sister also died like this back then." ”

Ma Ying's heart ached

"I don't blame you, Fourth Prince. I know you're struggling. ”

"I don't have any bitterness, I just want to kill people, because there is a devil in my body who just wants to kill." The emperor laughed all night, but the more he laughed, the more crazy he became, and the more he laughed, the more painful he became.

"I'm damned. I wasn't born to be in this world, I'm a devil, a devil who only kills, devil! Huangfu Wuchen laughed, but fell straight to the back

"I don't seek power, I don't seek wealth, I only seek goodness, but in this life, goodness is the biggest irony ...... on me," Zhuang Yu Zhuang.

"No ——!" Ma Ying watched Huangfu fall towards the back of the cliff at night, and shouted heartbreakingly, but he couldn't stop him, and looked back at Huangfu Wuchen, who was still standing in place

"I will hate you, I will hate you until I die, the fourth prince is not a devil, you are!" After Ma Ying finished speaking, he jumped desperately towards the place where Huangfu fell overnight, looking at the man not far from him, tears fell from the corners of Ma Ying's eyes, and everything in the past was staged like a horse.

At that time, she was still a young lady in the General's Mansion, and looking at the stupid Yang Qingqing, she walked over.

"Follow me in the future."

She is still stupid, but she envies her stupidity, so that she is jealous of this stupidity.

Huangfu Wuchen looked at the lonely cliff mouth, his chest ached, and all the blood in his mouth was sprinkled on his chest.

Yang Qingqing stood in place, her legs had already lost sensation, and the despair in her heart was getting heavier and heavier, but when she was about to despair, she waited for the red robe.

"Isn't it time for us to bow to the high church?" The gentle voice does not carry a trace of waves.

"Hmm." One word, Yang Qingqing was already in tears, originally she said that she would not cry on the wedding day.

"Husband and wife worship each other!" Yang Jin's voice was full of forbearance, everything around him was festive, and the uninformed people were full of joy and blessings.

"Husband and wife worship each other!" Yang Jin raised his voice again.

Yang Qingqing began to be shy, knowing that she had fallen into a warm embrace, listening to the gasping sounds around her, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised

"It's just that my legs are sore."

"Then go back now."

"Hmm." Yang Qingqing nodded, leaned on his chest, smelled the smell of blood coming from his clothes, and couldn't cry but didn't dare to make a sound.

"Daddy, what are you doing in the cave room?" The room was lit with red wedding candles, but a chubby little face suddenly appeared.

"It's storytelling." Yang Qingqing said softly.

"So what's the story?" The starling didn't move, and asked happily.

"Well, come to Daddy, Daddy will tell you." Huangfu Wuchen was already lying on the bed, holding his head with one hand, and looked at Starling Dao with a smile on his face.

Starling immediately squeezed his mother away and climbed into Huangfu Wuchen's arms.

Yang Qingqing directly ripped off the hijab and snorted

"Hmph, I'll listen to it too." After saying that, he also climbed up, and the three of them huddled together.

"Starling, Daddy's mother once taught Daddy a song, let's sing first and then tell the story, okay?"

"Okay." The starling responded crisply, but Yang Qingqing laughed, he hadn't heard Huangfu Wuchen sing for so long.

Little boy, sitting on the door, crying and crying for a daughter-in-law, asking for a daughter-in-law, what are you doing? Light the lamp and talk, blow the lamp as a companion, and comb the pigtails in the morning......"

Huangfu Wuchen's voice became weaker and weaker, and the starling also heard sleepiness, and his upper eyelids began to greet his lower eyelids.

Yang Qingqing looked at Huangfu Wuchen, whose eyes were slowly closed, and covered her mouth and cried.

"Mother, why are you crying?" The starling turned his head to look at Yang Qingqing when he heard the sound, but Yang Qingqing hugged the starling and whimpered in a low voice, he was gone.

"Why are you still crying because you don't tell a story?" Huangfu Wuchen smiled helplessly, but his arm held his mother in his arms.

Yang Qingqing raised her head suddenly

"Dust-free ......"

Huangfu Wuchen chuckled

"I'm a little tired, now let's tell the story." Huangfu Wuchen gently wiped the tears from the corners of Yang Qingqing's eyes and chuckled, "Once upon a time, there was a village, there was a girl in the village, the girl could eat eight bowls in one meal, and one day, she met a handsome and gentle man, and then what about ......"

The story in the house continued slowly, but there was already crying outside.

Li Anran limped away dejectedly, without saying a word, while Sang Ye followed him while wiping his tears

"You're not taking care of your young lady anymore?"

"You need to take care of it more." Mulberry leaves are very determined.

Li Anran looked at the mulberry leaves steadily,

"Then come home with me, my father and mother should miss me too." Li Anran looked at the far south, with a sad face, but accidentally tripped over a stone, and fell straight to the ground, he bared his teeth in pain, and the sorrow on his face had already run to 108,000 miles of accidents, so he simply sat on the ground and cried when he touched the painful place of the fall, crying unrelentingly, as if he was going to cry all the unwillingness and grievances.

Yang Jin never spoke, watching from a distance, Li Ning'er sat in the distance, walked over without making a sound, everything seemed to be imperfect, everything was helpless, but everything was calm again.

"Is it really okay for us to walk like this?" Yang Qingqing looked at Huangfu Wuchen, who was sitting in the carriage with a smile on his face, and asked, after all, there are still a large number of people on the mountain.

"When it is decided, it will be decided, Qingqing, we will not find the ghost doctor in a hurry, I am afraid that it will take many years for the starling's sister to be born." Huangfu Wuchen said with a smile.

Yang Qingqing's face turned red, and she slapped Huangfu Wuchen, but it hurt so much that the starling snorted

"Mother, can you be gentle?" Starling looked at Yang Qingqing with teary eyes, she was reluctant to beat her weak father, but it hurt to take this slap for her father.

Yang Qingqing was embarrassed

"Dead girl, when did you and I stop being gentle!"

"It's not gentle right now."

"Say it again!"

"Me! - Don't dare to ......"

The quarrels in the carriage continued, one big and one small, but the man next to him raised the corners of his mouth happily and contentedly, and took both of them in his arms.

The carriage was gone, leaving only a wisp of smoke and dust, uninterrupted.