Shen Xinjun found that the method of using Yuan Shuwan as bait was too useful, and Song Zhao, who seemed to be impeccable, also had his own weakness, he would be hurt for her, he would be irrational for her, and he would be for her... It no longer looks like Song Zhao in the past.

If the assassination plan is unsuccessful once, there will be a second time, a third time, and the number of times will gradually increase, and the people around Song Zhao will naturally be suspicious, and they will begin to secretly investigate Yuan Shuwan's identity until the truth comes out.

It turned out that she was actually the princess of Xiliang.

It turned out that her inadvertent hatred for him was traceable.

Song Zhao, who was lying on the hospital bed, laughed at herself, no wonder she wouldn't like him.

The personal attendant was very angry, "The son treats her so well, but she is so kind and will take revenge!" ”

Song Zhao just glanced at the file on the table lightly, "Put them all away, she will come to see me at noon today." ”

The waiter was stunned, "Childe, it's all come to this point, and you still let her in?" Your injuries are always bad, and I wonder if she's poisoned every time she comes to feed the medicine! ”

"I know all of that." Song Zhao said, laughing again, "I tasted it." ”

"Then you're still..."

Song Zhaojun's eyes were a little helpless, "But if you don't do this, she won't come to see me at all." ”

The waiter was almost angry to death, "Childe, there are many good women in the world, why is she Yuan Shuwan!" ”

"I like it." Song Zhao said, his expression became cold again, "Go down, I have my own measure." ”

The chamberlain felt that his son-in-law was getting rid of self-abuse at this time, but the heart of the princess of the dead country was as hard as a stone, and she couldn't cover it at all.

After Yuan Shuwan entered the mansion, she still fed him medicine as usual, at that time, Song Zhao was sitting at the head of the bed reading a book, and when she saw her coming, a little tenderness accumulated in her eyebrows and eyes, looking at his increasingly pale face, Yuan Shuwan slowly clenched the hands hidden in her sleeves.

She sat in front of his bed, and Song Zhao said abruptly before feeding the medicine, "I heard that you are not from the Northern Underworld?" ”

"Yes."

"Where are you from?"

When Yuan Shuwan heard this, she felt a long-lost lightness in her heart, as smart as Song Zhao should have investigated her identity a long time ago, instead of waiting until she was terminally ill before she remembered to ask her.

So, she smiled faintly, "Xiliang." ”

Seeing that she didn't hide it, Song Zhao's expression was complicated, and he silently drank the whole bowl of medicine, "In the future, you don't have to come again." ”

He thought that if he said this, he could get Yuan Shuwan's justification, at least, at least pretending to be there. But Yuan Shuwan just bowed to him slightly, "I understand." Then he turned and left.

At this moment, Song Zhao was really sure that she really hadn't been moved by him.

She didn't even bother to pretend, and she refused to spend any extra thoughts on him. is as arrogant as Song Zhao, conniving and admiring Yuan Shuwan, but he can't tolerate such a result. He lost his temper for the first time in a long time and began to recuperate.

It was another winter, he had just recovered from a serious illness, and after thinking about it for a long time, he finally decided to see her and make a decision. but learned that she was not in Shaohua Tower, but in Lingshan Buddha Hall.

He rode a horse to the Buddha Hall, just as Yuan Shuwan came out of it, she was dressed in plain clothes, as beautiful as a hibiscus out of the water, and naturally carved and decorated. Song Zhao dismounted, Yuan Shuwan saw him recovering from a serious illness, her beautiful eyes couldn't help but light up, but she quickly covered up the past, "Why is Childe here?" ”

"I'm coming to see you." Song Zhao said, staring at her face, "In the past two years, you have more or less understood my temperament, but I have never had any temper to speak of with you. So I'll just ask you—"

"Would you like to be with me, Shuwan?" After Song Zhao finished speaking, he held his breath, he was gambling, gambling Yuan Shuwan admitted all this, as long as she admitted it, he didn't care about anything she did in the past, after all, there were many ministers under the skirt since ancient times, and there was no more than him.

He continued to love her as long as she confessed it.

Hearing him call her name, Yuan Shuwan was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, "Childe, who is Shuwan?" ”

Song Zhao was stunned for a moment, but saw her gently brushing the snow off his shoulder, "The snow is heavy today, so it's better to go back early after the child's serious illness, I didn't hear what I said just now." After speaking, he was about to leave, but Song Zhao grabbed her and kissed her fiercely on the lips. Full of punishment and anger, without the slightest tenderness.

Yuan Shuwan tasted a faint blood, and I don't know how long it took before he let go of her, looking at her with a cold and resolute gaze, "Shaohualou, I won't come again in the future." With that, she turned and left, and this time, it was her turn to watch him go.

Yuan Shuwan couldn't help but take a few steps forward, "Childe." ”

Song Zhao's footsteps paused slightly, but he heard her sigh softly, "After today, my son and I will never see each other again." Please take care. As he spoke, he bowed slightly where he couldn't see.

Yuan Shuwan felt that she could finally be freed.

Two years have passed, it is impossible to get along day and night without being moved, every time there is an assassination, she is the one who does it, and she is the accomplice, but she is also the one who went to the Buddhist hall to pray for blessings when Song Zhao was injured because of her.

Yuan Shuwan never believed in gods before, and when her relatives left one by one, there were no gods to help her. But after meeting Song Zhao, she was willing to try to believe that every time he had an accident, she would kneel in the Buddhist hall for seven days, and she copied many Buddhist scriptures, but she was all locked in a deep cabinet.

As the princess of the dead country, she hopes that Song Zhao will die;

As Yuan Shuwan, she hopes that his sweetheart will grow old safely.

Only when they don't see each other anymore can she stop hurting him, and only when they don't see each other anymore can he be the former Song Zhao.

Come to think of it, she is not a qualified avenger after all.

Those who play with love will eventually be played with by love.

Song Zhao listened to her words, his body froze in place, he didn't know how long he had been blowing the cold wind, until the sky was snowing again, he turned around, but there was no one behind him.

The word love is actually more violent than any poison in the world, and he was so angry that he irrepressibly spit out a mouthful of blood and fell on the snow, like a red plum blooming in the snow, shocking.

In the early spring, Shen Xinjun came to her again, "Princess, Song Zhao hasn't been here for a long time. ”

Yuan Shuwan nodded, "I know, because I've failed." He found out who I was and said to me, 'Death and life will never see each other again.'" ”

Shen Xinjun was stunned, "Is that really the case?" ”

Yuan Shuwan smiled, "Seriously, perhaps, it's because I'm not capable enough." Shen Xinjun, I can no longer avenge the Northern Underworld, I am only willing to die for the country and follow my father and mother. ”

She really didn't think about being able to live anymore, no matter how good the North Underworld was, she still missed her hometown. She is Yuan Shuwan, and sooner or later her soul will return to her hometown.

Shen Xinjun sighed faintly, "In the past two years, the old man can also see that you have been moved unconsciously, princess. ”

"I didn't."

"If not, I will bother the princess to help the old man do the last thing."

"What's the matter?"

"Marry Fan Guan."

Yuan Shuwan was stunned for a moment, Fan Guan is a well-known gentleman in the Northern Underworld, maybe it's not just a gentleman, he can't be regarded as a person when he acts badly, and the beasts are more tasteful than him.

Yuan Shuwan was helpless, "You want me to marry him, and you want to lure Song Zhao into the bait?" Shen Xinjun, I said it, he doesn't want to see me anymore, so how can he care who I marry? ”

Shen Xinjun knelt on his knees, "This is the last request that Weichen, on behalf of the dead Xiliang, make to the princess." Please princess fulfillment! After speaking, his forehead touched the ground and knocked heavily, as if he had a thousand gold weights.