Wei Zhang bent down and picked up the dagger at his feet, turned around and left step by step

The back was filled with some kind of desperate decisiveness.

...

"You were just saving him." The young man who came to her at some point had his eyes floating and said.

Fenghua withdrew her gaze, her red lips exuded a lazy and cool smell, and looked at the boy and asked, "Why don't you think I'm using him?"

After all, Lord Zhongcheng, who was deeply trusted by the emperor in the Southern Song Dynasty, was deeply attached to his original body and could give everything to her. There was no more suitable to be a sharp sword against Mr. Wei than him.

Fenghua's eyes were slightly deep.

Wei Qingci shook her head and replied word by word: "You don't know. If you want to use him, you can use other methods, and you don't have to wait until today."

"I know me so much?" The woman raised her delicate and slender eyebrows, but the corners of her lips raised slightly.

Wei Qingci said "yes".

To be honest, he didn't know why he decided so.

It is determined that she is not using Wei Zhang.

It was obvious that I had known each other for a short time, but it seemed that a long time had passed.

...It seems that I have loved you for many years.

The boy's eye feathers drooped lightly, his light silver pupils stared at her face. He took out a handkerchief from somewhere and wiped it bit by bit to the blood on her face.

It was someone else's blood, and he didn't like it at all.

If love is possessive, then he is possessive.

If others look at it more, they think they are grabbing it.

"Ding! Target character Wei Qingci, favorability 5, strategy completion 75!"

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Wei Zhang hiked back to Zhongcheng Mansion.

A large piece of plain clothes stained with blood on his chest, and no one dared to approach him, for fear of causing a lawsuit for life.

Therefore, no one recognized that the young man in front of him, with a slightly terrifying blood stain, was the hottest upstart in the court of the Southern Song Dynasty.

The blood that flowed continuously unknowingly dried up and stopped oozing out. The wound seemed to heal slowly, but the wound in the heart would only rot deeper.

"Husband! Husband, what's wrong with you?" Wei Wu, who was standing at the gate of the Zhongcheng Mansion, saw Wei Zhang's figure from afar, brushed away the maid and nanny's support, hurried down the steps, and ran over to support him.

Wei Zhang brushed away her, "Don't touch me--"

I was already confused, but I remember not to have any connection with her anymore.

Draw a clear line and thoroughly.

Wei Wu watched him helplessly, and walked into the mansion with her steps, her eyes were slightly red, and she murmured slightly in a daze: "Husband..."

After all, I'll catch up.

While quickly ordering the maid Liuzhu to ask the imperial doctor, he chased after him and helped him, but was pushed away again.

"Husband, you are injured, don't be stubborn. Let's talk about it later. See the imperial doctor to bandage the wound first. Is it OK?"

Wei Wu could not understand Wei Zhang's behavior after returning to the Zhongcheng Mansion and heading straight to the study. She thought he was going to be patient and dealing with official duties.

But when Wei Zhang had a pale face, as if he was about to die in the next second, he took out a piece of rice paper and took a pen to write the three words "He Li Shu" on it, she was completely stunned.

"...You want to divorce me?" Wei Wu really couldn't believe it.

"yes."

"Just for a dead person?" Wei Wu's eyes were red, and her tears were looking at him without blinking. It seemed that the person in front of her was a stranger, "Husband, do you hate me after all?"
Chapter completed!