Lu Qingwan lay quietly in the arms of Yan Ge.

From the very beginning, she knew that she would be such a fate.

No matter how strong people are, they will have weaknesses, and human weakness has contributed to my failure today.

I still lost to him, not myself.

"Why? Why is this person you? It shouldn't be like this, I don't accept !!!!!!!."

Cough.. cough

Lu Qingwan coughed up another mouthful of blood, even though the pain in her body was so intense, the despair in her heart had already covered it up.

She didn't know what to say in the face of Mourning Song, all of this was just a game.

"You... Blame me. Is it?"

"Why should I blame you? It's not your fault, it's the world that's wrong, it's this era that's wrong, and you just want to change it, and I'm the same, we've gone to the opposite side of each other, and we can only move forward in the face of the obsession in our hearts. The moment I took off your mask, I realized that we were just pawns in my own chess game. ”

"Chess... Under.. It's over. You win. ”

"Hehe, we all lost, and it was this era that we won. Because we're all gone, and it's still there. ”

Lu Qingwan finally let go of her worries, and such an ending may be better for her.

All along, she wanted to put an end to her mistakes, but she found that she couldn't turn back.

Everything is a foregone conclusion, and the only person who can change it is the Song of Death.

Lu Qingwan finally showed her long-lost smile, and she was about to forget when was the last time she saw her smile.

The broken sword slowly slipped from Lu Qingwan's hand, and this beautiful delicate flower completely withered.

Yan Ge breathed a sigh of relief, brushed Lu Qingwan's eyes, and said calmly.

"Qingwan, have a good rest, we are all tired, let them do the rest. ”

Zhang Xuan rushed in with the men and horses, and looking at the mourning song not far away, he stopped the team at the door.

At this moment, the world belongs to him, and although I don't know exactly what kind of relationship they have, one thing is certain, and that is that the era of the alliance is over.

Yan Ge wrapped Lu Qingwan's corpse tightly, because he didn't want people to know that the root of all evil was actually the fourth princess they loved and feared in their hearts.

After seeking Zhang Xuan's consent, Yan Ge buried Lu Qingwan at the top of Fengming Peak, because it was covered with snow all year round and the climate was dangerous and changeable, except for people with extremely high martial arts, it was difficult for ordinary people to reach even halfway up the mountain.

The powerful aura wrapped the two of them tightly, and Yin Ge finally came to the peak with difficult steps.

As far as the eye can see, they seem to have come to a world where there is only white.

The biting cold wind made it almost impossible to open Yan Ge's eyes, and Lu Qingwan's corpse had already been wrapped in a thick layer of ice.

I saw that Yan Ge used all his internal strength to send out a fierce punch at his feet.

A powerful wave of qi instantly cleared the snow from under his feet.

Yan Ge stood Lu Qingwan aside, digging through the stiff soil with difficulty.

He didn't want to believe that the frozen corpse next to him was Qingwan's.

You can't let the tears come out, you have to hold back, you can cry as much as you want after doing this.

The song sped up the speed of digging, and suddenly there was a click, and the shovel that was digging the earth actually broke.

In desperation, he had no choice but to continue digging with the half of the shovel.

The hard ground was straining him, and he felt his hands slowly start to disobey.

With the sudden slide of the half of the shovel, the Song of Death completed the excavation of the grave with difficulty.

At this time, he could no longer move Lu Qingwan's body with his hands, so he had no choice but to use his body to knock it into the pit.

I saw the song soaring into the air, spinning rapidly in the air, forming a strong hurricane.

Slowly, snow and excavated earth soon filled the grave pit.

The song suddenly shook to the side in the air, and slowly landed next to the sealed mound.

Qingwan, no one will bother you anymore, you can rest here, as long as I am alive, I will come to see you often.

Yan Ge dragged his stiff arm away from Feng Mingfeng, leaving his beloved there forever.

After returning to the imperial capital, Zhang Xuan looked at the blackened arms of the Song and scolded him angrily.

"You're a madman! I don't even want my life for the dignity of my enemies, and I won't let you go if I knew it would be like this and you died!"

"Hehe, how could I die so easily? ”

"The first fart! The first stupid is pretty much the same, so let's go to the infirmary for treatment. ”

Several guards helped the frostbitten Song to the infirmary, and Ziling lightly touched Song Song's arm and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Mourning, your hands... Scrapped. ”

"Yes, so I can put down my blade and stay away from the killing. ”

"Woo woo woo ~ Mourn song, why are you doing this? Woo woo woo~"

"Hehe, how can there be so many whys, how can there be so many answers, I have killed so many people but never answered them why, and now how can I answer your question. ”

Zhang Zhenqiang held back tears and said to Ziling.

"Heal him, at all costs. ”

A month later...

After Zhang Xuan cleaned up the remnants of the alliance, he once again united the Shenwu Continent. He changed the name of the country: Daqi, and the era name: Yonghe.

"Yingge, I really hope you can stay and help me, you think about it again, I really don't feel at ease about the way you are now. ”

"Thank you for your kindness, the grass people are just a wanderer, with no belonging, no direction. Now I'm going to wander again. ”

"Mourning Song, can you not call me Your Majesty? ”

"Hehe, let's call you Your Majesty, I have your name in my heart, and I won't forget it. ”

"Mourning, can I still find you?"

"No, to govern the world well, this is the result of the joint efforts of all of us, this peaceful and prosperous world is each of us. ”

A fast horse galloped out of the south gate of the imperial capital, and no one knew where it was going, or who it was riding on.

With the spring breeze, Mourning Song feels refreshed, I haven't been so happy for a long time, it's a good feeling.

Tianhong was very prosperous under the governance of Zhang Xuan, and people lived and worked in peace and contentment, respecting each other like guests.

The birth of the little prince made Zhang Zhen feel even more happy.

At the top of Fengming Peak, a beautiful woman dressed in plain yarn appeared in front of Lu Qingwan's grave holding a beautifully made oil umbrella.

I saw that she flicked her gauze sleeves, withdrew the sealed soil in front of her, and put the golden hairpin on her head on top of a pile of white silk.

Song, this golden hairpin, I have returned you, although you and I can no longer find each other, but I will accompany you in a corner of this world to share this peaceful and prosperous world...

(End of book)

After a flash of lightning, Ziling added another son to Zhang Xuan.

The midwife was excited to hold the newborn little prince, and suddenly he opened his eyes and showed a strange smile.

Yes!!!!!!