Fan Jiao finished saying what she had to say and left.

That back suddenly became free and easy in Ming Dai's eyes.

However, the conversation I accidentally heard in the grove that day, and the image of Fan Jiao who was begging in my impression was fading and disappearing little by little.

Sure enough, you can't just look at the surface when looking at people.

Mingdai smiled heartily.

As for Fan Jiao's words, Ming Dai did not forget.

Returning to the set with doubts, Ming Dai found that everyone was waiting for her, so she quickly stood within the camera range and waited for the shooting to start-

The lord of Mingzhu, who was forced to stay in the small courtyard, withered as quickly as possible like a flower that lacked water.

She cried, begged, and persuaded the Seven Princes with reason...... It's all useless.

The Seven Princes seemed to be crazy, and they forcibly imprisoned the Lord of Mingzhu in their own world, and they couldn't tolerate Mingzhu's departure.

On the day when the king of the southwest and the prince were beheaded, Mingzhu seemed to feel something, sitting on the swing in the courtyard made for her by the seventh prince himself, looking at the boxy sky overhead.

"It's cold."

A fox fur suddenly hugged her tightly from behind.

It was the Seventh Prince who hugged her through the fox fur, thin and thick, like a moat.

"Mingzhu, I can't live without you."

Mingzhu's body stiffened slightly, and she felt a cool drop on the side of her neck and sink into her collar.

It's Xiao Qi's tears.

Mingzhu raised his thin arm and patted the back of the Seventh Prince's hand with a sigh, like an adult comforting a child.

"It'll all pass."

I don't know if it's me or the Seven Princes.

A month later, Mingzhu became seriously ill.

The Seven Princes outside the small courtyard have already begun to gain a firm foothold in the court by helping the emperor eradicate the southwest palace, and they are beginning to show their edge.

Although the outside world does not evaluate him well, they feel that he is flattering, he is not upright, and he has no character as a prince.

But none of these could prevent the emperor from relying on the Seven Princes and personally sending the authority to the Seven Princes.

Overnight, the Seven Princes became the hottest figures in the imperial city, and everyone vied with each other to make friends.

The Seventh Prince was not happy about this, he was more concerned about the sick pearl in the small courtyard.

On the day I received the news, it was the Shangyuan Winter Banquet.

The Seventh Prince had just laughed with the newly acquainted daughter of the Jiangmen on the front foot, and the back foot got a message that Mingzhu was in a bad situation, and rushed back like crazy.

He ran through the brightly lit streets, unable to be infected by any joy in his heart, and it was desolate.

When he came to the door of the small courtyard, he hesitated, for fear that what he would hear was bad news.

But the time for hesitation was not long.

Because he is more afraid of losing the pearl completely from now on than covering his ears and stealing the bell.

"Pearl! I'm back!"

The Seventh Prince tried to summon Mingzhu to run towards him happily as usual.

As a result, when I stepped into the courtyard, I saw a group of mourning subordinates.

These are his henchmen, the people who were sent to take care of Mingzhu.

"What do you do with a sad face! Don't you know it's the Shangyuan Festival?"

The Seven Princes scolded bitterly.

It was rare for him to get angry like this, and the whole courtyard knelt down.

Just as the doctor came out of the house with the medicine box, shaking his head as he walked.

The Seventh Prince chuckled in his heart.

"Doctor......

The white-haired healer met the mournful gaze of the Seven Princes and sighed:

"It's time to run out of oil, let's go in and see her for the last time."

The Seven Princes couldn't believe it, stumbled through the door, but what they saw was a pearl leaning on a pillow, with a pale face and a good spirit.

"Mingzhu, how are you?"

The Seven Princes want to scold the quacks, isn't Mingzhu good?

Only a weak and deliberately ignored voice in his heart said that this was a return to the light. No! No, it won't!

He slowed down

Walking over, as if stepping heavily would disturb her:

"Mingzhu, are you better? Today is the Shangyuan Festival, and it's bustling outside, if you can hold on, I'll take you to the Lantern Festival."

Out of fear, the Seven Princes gave Mingzhu the freedom she wanted most.

Mingzhu didn't look at him.

Instead, he walked over him and looked out of the house.

"Shangyuan Festival, it's so good, I still remember the first lantern my father bought for me, it was a little rabbit, his eyes were red, and it was very cute."

"Pearl ......"

"Xiao Qi, I know that my father's death is related to you."

This sound was tantamount to thunder on the ground, which made the Seven Princes stiffen in amazement.

He forced a laugh, "Who told you that? Whether or not I misunderstood something, this matter has nothing to do with me."

Mingzhu looked at him fixedly: "Xiao Qi, you never lied to me before."

The Seventh Prince's lips trembled, and his facial muscles trembled violently.

"I'm not going to lie to you now."

The voice was quietly lowered, and his eyes were unconsciously avoided, not daring to look into her eyes.

Mingzhu's fingers on the brocade quilt moved, and she raised her hand to caress his cheek, but when she was about to touch it, she pulled back.

Syllable.

The Seventh Prince circled Mingzhu's wrist and pressed her cold palm against his slightly hot cheek.

"......," said Pearl, "I want to go out for a walk."

The Seventh Prince did not dare to refuse, put on a thick fox fur for her, and carefully escorted her out of the courtyard.

"Can you go further?" I'm tired of seeing the scenery here."

The Seventh Prince took her in a carriage to the Peach Blossom Garden, which she used to go to.

The dusk lanterns illuminate the bleak garden, black stones and dead trees, rotten water does not flow, peach blossoms are difficult to bloom, and there is dead silence everywhere.

The Seventh Prince was afraid that she would be disappointed:

"It's been a long time since we've been here, and we haven't noticed any changes here...... Why don't I take you to the Lantern Festival, now that the excitement has just begun, you will definitely have fun when you go."

Mingzhu shook her head slightly, then gasped for breath.

It was as if this movement alone had exhausted her whole body strength.

The Seventh Prince clenched her shoulders and looked nervous: "Mingzhu, are you okay?"

Mingzhu struggled to hold on, "Go and get my pills, it's in the carriage."

The Seventh Prince was about to call someone, but Mingzhu wanted him to go.

The Seventh Prince thought that Mingzhu wanted to be alone for a while, and walked away silently and lonely.

Before he could take two steps, the men who were ten paces away let out an exclamation.

The Seventh Prince turned back suddenly, but it was too late.

The fox fur on Mingzhu's shoulders fell, revealing only the thin white dress inside.

It's not her favorite Yingying Bise, and she hasn't worn a green dress since the day she was locked up in the courtyard.

At this time, a knife was held in Mingzhu's hand, and he was dead in his neck-

"Pearl!!"

The Seventh Prince rushed over like crazy, accidentally fell, and even crawled towards her.

Mingzhu also fell in the snow, and the hand holding the knife did not let go in the slightest.

That stunning face, which is unparalleled in the world, lost its vitality as quickly as possible.

The already snow-white skin is almost transparent, and the rose-like lip flaps have lost their color.

She didn't look at the Seven Princes, but at the gloomy sky.

"Xiao Qi, I'm so tired, I don't want to hate you, but I can't help but hate you."

A fragmented voice overflowed from his throat, as far away as if it came from another world,

"When I die, bury me with my father, I miss him......

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