Jing Zhiyuan clearly remembered that Fu Han's eyes were clearly in a trance at that time, and then he lied to her and said, "No." ”

Looking at Fu Han, who was dying in front of him, Jing Zhiyuan asked him again, "My brother, you killed him, right?" ”

This time, Fu Han didn't dodge, but showed a smile that he knew he would be like this, "I knew that for this matter, you would kill me sooner or later, sure enough." ”

"Why! Why did you kill him! Finally hearing him admit it himself, Jing Zhiyuan asked with mixed feelings.

"He's my brother! My own brother with the same father and mother! When Jing Zhiyuan said this, he was a little emotional, tears rolled in his eyes, and he stubbornly refused to fall in front of Fu Han.

"I don't want to." Fu Han looked at Jing Zhiyuan's painful appearance in a daze, and a helpless wry smile appeared on his face, "I don't want to either." ”

"But he is Fu Hui's person, between us, one must die."

"And if he doesn't die, how can you marry me?"

"I was wrong, Zhi Yuan, I regretted it a long time ago." He stretched out his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, but he was afraid that she would dislike her, so he could only smile weakly and apologize helplessly, "It's a pity, how can there be regret medicine in the world?" ”

At the beginning, he did whatever it took to even kill Jing Chu, just so that he could marry Jing Zhiyuan logically.

At that time, he thought that he just wanted to get the help of the Jing family, and had nothing to do with Jing Zhiyuan.

But when she really walked in front of him step by step, he knew that he was wrong, and he was outrageously wrong!

For so many years, he thought that he had forgotten the throbbing of his youth, but it turned out that the throbbing had long been deeply engraved into his bones and blood.

After she left the palace, no one would be angry with him, and he lost the last trace of warmth in the world.

From then on, he devised schemes, calculated people's hearts, and writhed in the filthy royal Colosseum, just so that one day he could create a shiny shell that could stand in front of her in front of her.

He finally got what he wanted, honed the glossy shell that the world looked up to, and he was no longer the child who was once slaughtered.

But when she was dressed in red, she looked at him with cold eyebrows and asked him, "Fu Han, does my brother's death have anything to do with you?" His blood was almost frozen.

At that moment, he seemed to return to the time when he was always a clumsy teenager, and he was wearing ill-fitting clothes and standing in front of her richly dressed.

It's just that in the past, he had low self-esteem because of his clothes.

Later, he felt inferior to his own vile heart.

So, he fled.

It's been so many years to escape.

He indulged in lust, on the one hand, to paralyze Fu Hui, and on the other hand, why didn't he have extravagant hopes?

He hoped that she would be angry, so that he could see that she cared.

But she didn't.

Looking at the suspicion and indifference in her eyes, he knew that this day would come sooner or later.

Looking at the blood in his chest, Fu Han had a calm feeling in his heart for the first time.

It's better to die in her hands than in someone else's hands.

Maybe the smell of blood was too strong, and there was a knock on the door suddenly, "Lord Wang, are you okay?" ”

"It's fine." Fu Han replied weakly, "Call the housekeeper over, and I'll explain something." ”

Maybe his voice was too weak, and the guards outside hesitated, "Lord Wang, are you really okay?" ”

"Go!" Fu's cold voice startled the guards outside, and they hurriedly took the order, "Yes!" ”

Listening to the footsteps of the guards outside gradually disappearing, Fu Han reached out to cover his wound, trying to make the blood flow less from the wound.

He looked at Jing Zhiyuan's cold eyebrows, and his peach blossom eyes narrowed gently, "Don't worry, I will pay for your brother's life." ”

"It's just that before I die, I have to explain something."

Jing Zhiyuan didn't stop it, she knew that if Fu Han wanted to resist, she would have been dragged out by the guards a long time ago, and it would be impossible for her to live until now.

Anyway, looking at him like this, even if he is a doctor, I am afraid that he will not be able to recover from the sky.

Whatever he wants to explain, let it be.

Jing Zhiyuan let go of the finger that was clenching the dagger, "Then you let go of me." ”

This time, Fu Han also obediently loosened her waist, and without her support, he immediately fell to the ground.

But even so, he still held Jing Zhiyuan's finger stubbornly.

Frowning, Jing Zhiyuan just wanted to say something, and the housekeeper and the others hurried over.

"Come in." Fu Han beckoned his henchmen in, because of the pain in his chest, his voice was a little hoarse, and he had to slow down for a long time to say a word.

"Lord Wang! What are you ......" The housekeeper and others came in, and when they saw Fu Han covered in blood and a dagger stuck in his chest, he was so frightened that his mouth stumbled.

Hurriedly shouted, "Imperial Doctor! Hurry up and ask for a doctor! ”

Fu Han waved his hand, "Don't panic, listen...... I say. ”

The housekeeper nodded hurriedly, "Lord Wang, who caused you to be like this, isn't it ......?"

As he spoke, his eyes glancing at Jing Zhiyuan, who was covered in blood.

Don't say he thinks so, everyone thinks so.

Jing Zhiyuan has only been in for a long time, and the prince has an accident, and there is no one else in this palace, who else could she have done if she hadn't done it?

But to everyone's expectations, Fu Han shook his head, "Follow her...... It does not matter. ”

"When I die, everyone, don't ...... Don't embarrass the princess! ”

"Do your best...... Keep her ......"

"Remember, I'm ...... Suicide. ”

Fu Han said, and finally glanced at Jing Zhiyuan, who was puzzled, looked at her own blood, and smiled gently, "Zhiyuan, I'm sorry, I ...... you Stained ......"

After speaking, at the moment when everyone didn't react, he suddenly pulled out the dagger on his chest and stabbed it into his chest again.

He pierced the heart with such precision that he pierced the heart in one fell swoop.

Without giving anyone time to react, he closed his eyes forever after a few breaths.

His fingers were still pulling at Jing Zhiyuan's fingers.

……

In the cell, Jing Zhiyuan sat dumbfounded, unable to slow down.

She should be happy knowing that she has her revenge.

But this is not the case.

She always felt that her chest was stuffy, as if it was blocked by a ball of cotton, and her breathing seemed to be blocked.

Looking at her fingers, she always felt that she was still being dragged by someone, and the feeling of not giving up seemed to be wrapped around her fingers, lingering.

She didn't understand why he had stabbed himself at the end.

Let her revenge be completely depleted, only inexplicable irritability remains.

He did it on purpose!

Jing Zhiyuan gritted his teeth viciously, he did it on purpose!

He used that method to pestering her until he died.

He just didn't want her to have a good time!

He thought that if he gave his life, she would be moved? Will you cry and regret it? Will he be remembered forever and ever?

Don't!

Jing Zhiyuan gritted his teeth and fought viciously against himself.

He didn't think about it!