She finally understood why Song Wan'er was sweating profusely.

Just now, Song Wan'er didn't stab her with a knife, and then turned the direction of the knife handle and blade.

The blade of the knife was scorched in the candlelight for a long time and was already extremely hot. The blade was held in her palm. Although it was only a short time, the flesh of the palm was now stuck to the blade.

Song Wan'er's eyes were filled with tears, and the screams of pain resounded in the temple.

The noise in the hall was too loud, and there were bursts of riot footsteps outside, and the crowd was about to arrive in the hall.

Yan Yuan was forced to let go of Song Waner.

Just as she let go, Song Wan'er stood up tremblingly.

Her eyes flashed with despair, and she suddenly took a deep breath, used her other hand to tear off the dagger in her hand, and then slashed her face!

“Ahhhh——”

This time, the crying sounds mixed with screams broke out completely in the hall.

A knife that was stuck to the flesh was thrown to the ground.

Song Wan'er held up his bloody hand, covered the wound on his face, and rolled around and rolled in pain on the ground. Drops of blood fell down like broken beads, dyeing the floor tiles in front of the Buddhist temple red.

The hustle and bustle of the world seems to gather at this moment.

Yan Yuan felt her ears buzzing, and her mind was blank.

He looked up in a daze and saw the big Buddha lowering his head, with compassion for all living beings.

Only one thought flashed through Yan Yuan's mind.

If a person can only gain what he wants through this self-destructive method... has there never been a person or thing in this world that she can rely on?

Such a person...

Yan Yuan looked at Song Waner's painful figure and thought, it was indeed pitiful.

...

When Chu Lingchen walked into the Main Hall, he saw such a tragic scene:

Blood was covered with blue bricks on the ground of the Buddhist temple.

Song Wan'er's face was covered in blood and rolled on the ground, and his water-green clothes were stained with blood and were stained with dazzlingness.

Yan Yuan stood not far away and watched all this. The expression on her face was calm. Unfortunately, her skirt was stained with blood and there were traces of her bloody hands clenched.

She raised her head, her eyes intertwined with Chu Lingchen.

Song Waner gasped while tossing and turning: "Your Majesty save me, Your Majesty save me..."

Chu Lingchen's eyes were faint and he said lowly: "Zi Qiu."

Luo Ziqiu followed Chu Lingchen immediately. At this moment, he received the order and quickly called someone to help Song Waner out of the hall gate. Other palace servants and monks also left the hall gate.

In the huge Grand Palace, only Chu Lingchen and Yan Yuan were soon left.

There are thousands of candlelight swaying and sandalwood full of the room.

Really...

It's so unlucky.

Yan Yuan thought to herself.

It was an extremely difficult scene to explain.

What's more, Chu Lingchen has already turned against her.

That night, he parted in a bad mood, and he was already in a desolate face.

After a long time of disagreement, we met in the carriage just now, and he didn't even look at him with his eyes open.

There is no worse situation than this.

Yan Yuan sighed: "I didn't do it."

She was still very angry.

But everything has its importance.

She understood that the more this situation happened, the less angry she was.

Yan Yuan said: "That knife is used for lamp oil. Concubine Xu used fire to burn the knife. She first stabbed me and tried to try to do so. Then she turned the knife head and burned her hand, and then stabbed her face."

Although this sounds incredible, it is a fact.

Yan Yuan looked at Chu Lingchen, trying to find his attitude in his face, but unfortunately there was nothing on his face.

So I thought about it and added: "Before today, I didn't know that Concubine Xu would go with me. One hour ago, I didn't know that Concubine Xu would follow me into the hall instead of accompanying His Majesty. Half an hour ago, I didn't know that there was another one on the Buddha's niche.

Put a knife.”

If you really have a plan, how could it be so hasty?

Chu Lingchen still didn't comment.

The stalemate lasted for a moment.

Chu Lingchen's cold voice sounded: "If there is any conflict between temporary words."

Yan Yuan widened her eyes and blurted out: "How is it possible? I have such a good temper."

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt that the atmosphere in the hall was a little strange.

He raised his head and saw the uncovered mockery on Chu Lingchen's face.
Chapter completed!