Two people sat on the floor, blowing the summer wind.

Bei Ting naturally reached out and took her pistol to play with.

"It's pretty good." He didn't hesitate to praise it.

He Lan lowered his eyes slightly, not knowing what he was thinking, and seemed to be a little fugue.

While playing with the gun, Bei Ting said: "I know your current identity, my Helan is powerful, no matter where you are, you are the best, if you let those modern people know that you are here as a female monarch of a country, it is estimated that you will be envied to death." ”

He Lan opened his mouth and was about to say something, but was interrupted by Bei Ting.

"I also know that you are Princess Helan."

As soon as these words came out, He Lan felt a little guilty.

Xiaobei in her previous life didn't hesitate at all when she committed suicide, accompanied her to commit suicide, and wanted to hold her hand before she died.

But when she got here, she ......

Bei Ting finally looked up, and his expression did not change at all.

The breeze blew and his voice was soft, "He's okay with you?" Are there any other women? Do you treat you as a human being? ”

He Lan's heart trembled more and more, and her eyes were pantothenic acid for a moment, she really wanted to say sorry, but she couldn't spit out these three words.

Bei Ting's eyes were full of longing, and he gently raised his hand to touch the top of the woman's head, "You have always been strong, even if you died in your last life, you didn't let that group of people succeed, and now in this feudal and backward ancient times, men are used to having three wives and four concubines." ”

"No, no, he's the only one with me." He Lan hurriedly shook his head.

But after she finished speaking, she immediately regretted it.

Bei Ting's eyebrows and eyes were crooked, as if with a smile, and his eyes looked at her softly and purely.

At this moment, this look seemed to say it all.

Under those beautiful blue eyes, there was a heart-rending pain.

He looked for her for ten years, but in exchange for the news that she was married.

He has a pair of children.

Should he doubt Helan's former feelings?

No, it won't.

He would rather accompany her to die for Helan's sake, and he believed Helan.

Maybe she didn't expect that she would also cross over, and Lonely Yao looked so similar to him in her previous life, which can be regarded as her missing him.

When He Lan didn't think about how to explain, Xiaobei had already found a reason for her.

Those who love you will never be embarrassed by you.

Lonely Yao is, and so is Xiaobei.

The setting sun showed its head, staining half of the sky red, and also illuminating the two people sitting on the ground.

He said, "Go back." ”

Helan's heart and brain were always numb, and like a walking corpse, she stood up and subconsciously found a direction to move forward.

Until her figure disappeared completely, Bei Ting, who was sitting in place, finally raised his head and looked at the sunset on the horizon.

The blue eyes rippled with the color of the glow, and there was a faint green, mysterious and noble.

A crystal tear slipped down, seemingly a little bitter, making his eyes redder and redder.

Helan had chased him for six years, and in the end, what he gave her was his life.

Maybe he had expected this situation a long time ago, and he was not surprised, but he didn't want to accept it.

Under the dusk, the man's back was a little tired, his steps were vain, a road with no end in sight, and he disappeared from the sky until dusk.

~

Fong Wah Court.

He Lan has been sitting on the threshold in a daze since he came back, from sunset to the murky night, and then to the darkness of the night.

Her eyes were empty, and her whole person was full of death.

Shi Yao spent a day in the palace today, and it is said that he was discussing overseas affairs with the emperor.

Liang Zhi had already brought over the fifth pot of wine, and she didn't dare to persuade her, so she could only worry about turning around.

As if he couldn't feel drunk, He Lan drank one sip after another.

She is in the entire palace, and neither is the lonely Yao, nor is the child.

Her mind seemed to be running out of steam, and she leaned against the doorframe, tears falling from her eyes.

I feel guilty, not only for Xiaobei, but also for Lonely.