When he rushed in, a miserable white lightning flashed, illuminating the person on the bed even paler as paper, and a large area of blood was spread on the sheet like a maple leaf, making the night even more strange and terrifying.

Showa's expression was too terrifying, and there was only a piece of dead ash left on his pale face, and he didn't dare to stimulate her, but he just pulled the old imperial doctor who was kneeling on the ground and trembling in fright, and asked, "Where is the child?"

The old imperial doctor was so frightened that he couldn't speak, but just looked at him and trembled.

"Wang Shang ......" Wen Po's trembling voice sounded, and she seemed to be frightened, picked up a ball of blood red on the side of the bed, and knelt down as soon as her legs were weak, "The king mourns, he is already ...... The soul is helpless, and there is no chance to see the king on the ......"

"What?" Rebel only felt that his eyes were dark, and he staggered back a step, and was supported by the Tibetan minister who was standing behind him with a blank face.

finally woke up from this huge blow, and her first reaction was to see Showa, the death of the Beaver King had put her on the verge of collapse, and now that she has no children, how can she bear it?

"Sister Wang......" Rebel reached out and hugged her tightly in her arms, trying to warm her cold trembling from the inside out, and comforted incoherently, "It's okay, it's okay...... Child...... Someday there will be another ......"

Showa's pale face could only see a dead silence, and the brown eyes that used to shimmer with bright starlight were now as dark as dead ashes, and she just let the rebellion hold her, and there was not even despair on her face, only numbness, and a disheartened silence.

She doesn't even have a baby, so what is left of her?

His brown eyes moved, and he quietly stared at the panicked man in front of him.

It's all because of him, if he hadn't insisted on being obsessed with himself back then, his father wouldn't have married her to the Beaver Clan, she wouldn't have fallen in love with the Beaver King, and she wouldn't have lost her love later; if it weren't for his obsession with himself, his father wouldn't have led an expedition to the Demon Clan in a fit of anger, nor would he have died on the battlefield; if he hadn't written a war against the Beaver Clan, she wouldn't have been scolded by all the clansmen for ruining the country, and the Beaver King wouldn't have snubbed her day by day; if he hadn't killed the Beaver King and destroyed the Beaver Clan, she would never be as half-dead as she is now, what she once had, but lost one after another, all because of him, because of his selfish desiresruined her entire life......

The slender fingers clenched one by one, Showa's brown eyes gradually added a hint of dark red, and a little black demon mark appeared in the center of his eyebrows.

"Rebellion. ”

The soft and almost ethereal voice sounded in her ears, and she was stunned, watching her slowly raise the corners of her lips and pull out a pale and beautiful smile, her heart became more and more uneasy, afraid that her mind would be damaged, and hurriedly called: "Sister Wang......"

"Let's get married. Showa's voice was so ethereal that it seemed to come from another world, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he couldn't say a word, but he was afraid that he had heard it wrong, so he just stared at her face and didn't say a word.

Showa's pale and slender fingers tightly grasped his sleeve robe, and he said word by word with wide eyes, like a broken crystal doll, "Today, just today, let's be together......"

The rebel hugged her tightly with ecstasy, so strong that he couldn't embed her in his body, and the wish he had waited for so many years now hit his arms with a slightly bitter surprise and surprise, leaving him at a loss as to how to catch it.

The room full of people knelt down and shouted blessings, and everyone seemed to forget the little man who had just died in the blink of an eye.

Showa raised a cold smile and reached out to hug the rebel.

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The wedding was set three days later, and these three days were specially set aside for the unfortunate death of the little son.

On the day of the burial, Showa stood on the top of a tall maple tree, dressed in a plain white dress, with a white flower inserted in his sideburns, his face was still as pale as paper, but his lips were smeared with some rouge, and a faint touch of red was thrillingly beautiful.

She stood on the top of the tree and looked at the funeral procession in the distance, the white paper sprinkled all over the sky sprinkled on the black coffin, and fell on the spirit card, Showa looked at the word "Wanggui" written in dark gold, and his eyes were stung fiercely.

Looking back, looking back, the meaning is self-evident.

However, what is lost can never be recovered.

Resentment in her heart, she slowly raised the two white feather fans in her hands, her clothes flew up, fluttering like a fairy, her wrists turned lightly, and she danced softly, as if it had become a superb scene on the Red Leaf Ridge.

Since this dance brought her such a tragic life, let's also use this dance as a gorgeous curtain call for this farce.

Once you lose something, you can't get it back anyway......