Zhao Chen held Han Youning's shoulders and frowned, "Youning, behind this, there is also my father, I can't explain it to you clearly......

Han Youning shook his hand away and vented his anger that had accumulated for two lifetimes, "Your Highness doesn't have to explain this to me. No matter how many reasons you have, Your Highness has given up on me after all, hasn't you? You could have given up on me for that reason in your previous life, but you know that you won't give up on me for another reason in this life?"

Zhao Chen sighed heavily, "The Marquis of Yongping is dead, and there will definitely be no more such things in the future. What I owed you in the last life, I will do my best to make it to you in this life."

Han Youning looked up and laughed as if he had heard a big joke.

"Your Highness, do you know what it's like to starve in the dark? Does Your Highness know what it's like to watch your sweetheart and others love each day? Does Your Highness know what it's like to have your neck strangled? What will Your Highness compensate for, my eyes, my life, Your Highness can compensate!"

That sentence by sentence, the knife saw blood, and Zhao Chen couldn't defend himself.

He originally thought that he was saving and struggling in pain, but the truth was that one game after another.

He sighed and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly in his arms, as if this was the only way to plug the hole in his heart.

"It's me who can't live with you......

Han Youning was tightly bound in the black embrace, as solid as a rock.

She said lightly, "Your Highness, let me go. In this life, Your Highness will let me go, let me live a peaceful life."

Zhao Chen's body stiffened, but his hand did not let go.

Han Youning smiled, "Your Highness, you must know that this heart is hurt and will die. People can be resurrected, but this heart will never live. What's the point of Your Highness being so obsessed with the past?"

Zhao Chen closed his eyes in pain, pursed his lips, and was silent.

The fighting outside was getting louder.

Han Sixing went to the outer courtyard to call Duan Yi, and the two worked together to fight Wei Xiao and Liang Zhong.

The four masters duel, in the shadow of the sword and sword, the plum blossom snowflakes are flying.

Wang Can, the Duke of Zhenguo, had been alarmed, and rushed over from the outer courtyard, and he tried to get close to the Hengxian Pavilion, but a dart broke through the door and nailed it to the ground in front of his feet, only an inch from the tip of his toe.

Wang Can took a step back, his face was ugly, and he shouted loudly, "Your Royal Highness the Prince, if there is anything to sit down and say, the county lord of Zhaoping is young, don't frighten her."

There was no sound in the Horizontal Pavilion.

Wang Can frowned, and persuaded loudly, "His Royal Highness Dingguo Gong's temper also knows, if you annoy him, I'm afraid this matter will not end well."

There was still no sound inside.

Han Sixing roared while fighting, "If Your Highness dares to do anything to your sister, even if I, Han Sixing, fight for this life, I will make you pay the price!"

The Zhenguo Mansion and the Jin Wangfu were not far away, and Lu Rin saw that the signs were wrong, so he ran desperately to the Jin Wangfu.

Zhao Chengyuan is in the study.

Lu Rin pushed away Ye Chang, who stretched out his hand to block the way, "Don't stop me, your heroine is going to be gone!"

Ye Chang's face changed, and he rushed forward to help him open the door of the study.

Lu Rin rushed into the study, and Zhao Chengyuan had already walked out from behind the bookcase, "What's wrong with Zhaoping?"

"The prince didn't see that something was right, so he drove everyone out, leaving only the fat girl in the Hengxiao Pavilion!"

Zhao Chengyuan's face turned pale, grabbed the sword on the table, and walked out quickly.

Lu Rin followed out of the study and wanted to explain the situation in detail, but in an instant, Uncle Seven Emperors and Ye Chang Luoping had already rushed out of the distance.

Lu Rin shouted loudly from behind, "It seems that it's because the fat girl is so good at playing a new tune!"

Zhao Chengyuan's master and servant quickly rushed to the Zhenguo Mansion, and the guards at the gate of the mansion had not seen the person clearly, only to feel that the other party was murderous, and they all showed their weapons on guard.

With a clear roar, the long sword was unsheathed, the sword blade was cold, and Zhao Chengyuan said coldly, "Whoever blocks this king, there is no forgiveness for killing!"

Only then did the guards see clearly that the person who came was actually King Jin!

They hurriedly knelt down and saluted,

"Greetings to the prince!"

"Open the door!"

Zhao Chengyuan rushed into the Zhenguo Mansion with his sword, galloping all the way, although the guards did not dare to stop it, they did not dare to take it lightly, and followed with great difficulty into the garden.

There was still a stalemate outside the Hengxian Pavilion, and the four of them were inseparable.

Han Sixing and Duan Yi couldn't attack for a long time, and they were a little anxious when they thought about Han Youning in the warm pavilion.

Suddenly, a white figure swept past them like a ghost, and the door of the Warm Pavilion slammed open.

Wei Xiao in the fight snorted after the white shadow, and the blood on his arm flowed.

Han Sixing took the opportunity to slap him on the chest and shook him away.

Zhao Chengyuan rushed into the Warm Pavilion, and saw that in the center of the Warm Pavilion, Zhao Chen held Han Youning tightly in his arms and looked at him coldly.

Han Youning heard the movement, poked out half of his face from Zhao Chen's arms, and shouted in surprise, "Lord Wang!"

Zhao Chengyuan's eyes sharpened, and he raised his sword and stabbed at Zhao Chen.

Zhao Chen refused to let go of Han Youning, hugged her and turned around, and dodged.

Zhao Chengyuan was afraid of hurting Han Youning, so he threw his sword away and attacked Zhao Chen with his bare hands, making sharp and ruthless moves, all of which were killing moves.

Zhao Chen tried his best to fight against Zhao Chengyuan, not to mention that he still had to hold Han Youning now, so he could only take the move with one hand.

After a few moves, he was already slapped in the back of his chest.

He used a deadly style of play, and when he couldn't catch the moves, he used his body to resist hard.

Blood oozed from the corners of his lips, but he clenched his teeth and refused to let go of Han Youning.

Zhao Chengyuan said coldly, "If the prince doesn't let go, your life will be gone."

Zhao Chen's eyes were red, and he didn't speak, he took Zhao Chen's palm with one hand, and the blood in his mouth surged and overflowed, wetting his clothes and hiding in the dark brocade robe.

He couldn't let go, he knew that if he let go at this time, Han Youning would never come back.

Zhao Chengyuan slapped Zhao Chen's shoulder blade with another palm, and at the moment when Zhao Chen's arm was in pain and couldn't make any effort, Zhao Chengyuan pushed and hooked his hand, wrapping Han Youning in his arms.

Zhao Chen staggered back a few steps, Fang stood firm, and his arms were already empty.

Zhao Chengyuan took Han Youning and took a few steps back, his eyes were cold, staring at Zhao Chen and said coldly, "The prince is drunk."

Zhao Chen's throat rolled, swallowed a mouthful of blood, he raised his arm and wiped the blood on his chin with his sleeve, with blood in his mouth, he smiled, "Isn't the Seventh Emperor Uncle going to hide? Have you ever thought about how to explain to your father?"

Zhao Chengyuan sneered, "If you hurt You Ning by half a point, even if this king kills you, there is a way to explain to the imperial brother."

He looked down at Han Youning, who was silent in his arms, the cold air between his eyebrows and eyes dissipated, and asked in a low voice, "Are you okay?"

Han Youning said softly, "I want to go home."

"Okay."

Zhao Chengyuan picked up Han Youning's cloak from the hanger, wrapped her, didn't look at Zhao Chen again, and led her out of the Hengxian Pavilion.

Behind them, Zhao Chen's body shook and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Blood splattered on the white tablecloth, dotted with stars, like red plums outside the window.

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