"You!" Feng Junxie was shocked and frowned and stared at Chu Qianning with his eyes cold and terrifying.

"Ahem..."

She leaned over and coughed two mouthfuls of blood, dyeing her originally pale lips brightly and rosy, as if she was just a fusanthemum flower, delicate and magnificent.

She gradually lost her strength, but she smiled happier.

Fengjun picked up...

Seeing you like this, I felt a little more happy.

Even if you can't avenge this bloody sea of ​​extermination in this life, I will definitely not be used by you again.

"Transfer to the Imperial Doctor!" Feng Junxie gave a cold order, and the palace maid waiting outside the hall quickly ran out of Youyue Palace.

He leaned over and hugged her into his arms. He was about to seal her acupoint and temporarily stopped the blood, but he didn't expect that she would take the opportunity to stab the golden hairpin into her heart a little more.

"Chu Qianning!" He suddenly shouted angrily, his eyes full of unbearableness.

However, she dared not believe it anymore.

He can act with many years of affection and affection, but it is only a look, so it is no problem.

Seeing the blood flowing down his heart, smudged Feng Jun with a piece of bright yellow sleeve, Chu Qian's bright red lips slowly curled up.

"Jun Xie..." She suddenly called his name with deep affection, which made him feel dazed for a moment, "Will there be any other woman calling your name like this after I die?"

Looking at him with a frown, Chu Qianning's voice became lower and lower, "Do you know the birthmark on my face..."

"Birthmark is like..."

Feng Junxi's voice stopped abruptly, for Chu Qianning's words and even for the movements in her hands.

He looked down stiffly and saw her blood-stained hand holding the golden hairpin tightly, while the other end stabbed into his chest.

The warmth in the beautiful eyes fades, and what is replaced by a vast amount of hatred.

Her voice was very weak, but her tone was extremely firm, "Feng Jun picks it up, pierce in this... Do you know that the hatred in my heart is as thick as a fire, and I wish I could burn you all..."

But just dying would be too cheap...

The four countries are constantly quarrels, and the Dongyi is now suffering from internal and external troubles, so his dream of emperor is probably about to wake up soon.

It should be more painful to watch the throne being taken away than to be killed by her.

The wind suddenly rose and blew into the hall with snowflakes.

The clouds in the sky dissipated, and the waning moon reappeared, but turned into a strange blood-red color.

"This hatred cannot be eliminated in this life. If there is a next life, I will definitely return it all!"

She paused every word, and her words cried blood, "I hope the imperial power will be dispersed and the throne will be overturned. I wish Your Majesty, long live, long live..."

As the words fell, the eyelashes closed slightly.

Chu Qianning fell weakly in the pool of blood, and her smoke-blue dress was dyed red by blood.

It is like a gorgeous hisamura flower, blooming in a quiet cold night.

Bright and charming, enchanting.

The sound of swords and swords coming from outside the hall was heard, but she didn't hear it clearly.

In a trance, a figure in white clothes came frolickingly.

A clear voice sounded in his ears, calling her "Ning'er". It was full of affection but inexplicably stinging people's hearts. It made people wonder why his voice was so desperate and sad.

Some cold liquid fell on the corner of Chu Qianning's eyes. She struggled to open her eyes, but only saw a touch of moon white, pure and flawless, and reassuring.

"Ning'er, I'm late..."

he--

Who is it?

"You blame me, so you refuse to open your eyes to see me again, right?"

No matter how he whispered, the woman in her arms still had no response.

The night is quiet and silent.

Blood, red and cold...

Reflecting a waning moon in the sky, he hugged Chu Qianning tightly and let the blood stain his white brocade robe.

He reached out and stroked her cheeks, gently lifting up the long hair on her temples.

With my eyes closed, a drop of clear tears fell silently.

When he opened his eyes again, a red color suddenly appeared in the man's eyes, cold and cold, with bloodthirsty murderous intent.

"Ninger..."

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"Ah!" The girl opened her eyes suddenly, and her eyes were still shocked and her forehead was covered with cold sweat.

A pair of clear and beautiful eyes embedded in a standard melon-shaped face.

At first glance, I seemed to have some charm and charm. When I was exploring carefully, I found a hint of cold light in my eyes, like a deep ice pool.

Who is it if it’s not Chu Qianning?

Leng Hua, who was outside at night, heard the sound and hurriedly walked in with a candlestick, "Miss, what's wrong with you? But you have a nightmare?"

The dim and dark candlelight dispelled the coldness of the room, causing Chu Qianning's consciousness to slightly regain.

She narrowed her eyes slightly and responded softly.

He poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to her. Leng Hua gently wiped away the thin sweat from her face with silk silk. "Miss has been restless lately. Why not help me to help you order some spices to calm your mind?"

"……Um."

She nodded slightly, took a sip of hot tea, and then she felt her whole body gradually warm up.

Her quiet eyes swept across the cold painting. When the other party turned around, she had already withdrawn her gaze.

Taking the teacup from her hand, Leng Hua helped her tuck the quilt on her body, "As a young man, please sleep with peace of mind, I am here to guard you."

"No need, you go and rest." Chu Qianning said in a low voice after shaking his head.

"But you..."

Leng Hua looked a little confused, as if she was worried about her, but when she looked at her calm and deep eyes, she subconsciously nodded and retreated from the inner room.

I don’t know if it’s her illusion, but I always feel that something is wrong with the lady these days.

seem……

I became more quiet in the past.

There seemed to be endless secrets hidden in those eyes, unfathomable.

Watching Leng Hua walk out, Chu Qianning inadvertently lowered her head, looking at the ink-colored black hair hanging down to her waist, she couldn't help but reach out and gently stroked it, with a touch of deep thought in her eyes.

She is reborn...

As incredible as a dream, a few days ago, she opened her eyes and found that she was in the Shangshu Mansion. Her face and body all looked like when she was fourteen years old.

At that time, she was taken into Rong's house by Rong Jing.

I have never married Feng Junxie, and nothing happened later.

It's just a pity that she couldn't save her parents...

Even if she lives for a lifetime, it turns out that some things have been destined, and all she can do is to take advantage of this opportunity to avenge the Chu family.

Feng Junxiu, Rong Jinqing...

She won't let go of any of them!

Suddenly thinking about something, Chu Qian's eyes sluggishly.

When she died in her previous life, someone seemed to have shed a tear for her.

He raised his hand and stroked the corners of his eyes. His skin was smooth and fair, as delicate and delicate as ivory.

She remembered it and it fell to the corner of her eyes.

But she didn't see the other person's appearance clearly, only remembering that he was wearing a white dress and his voice was clear and gentle. In my impression, she seemed to have never known such a person.

Lying on the couch sideways, Chu Qianning's consciousness gradually became confused.

Before she fell asleep completely, she thought that if she could find that person in this life, she would definitely repay the kindness.

after all……

After her death, someone shed a tear for her.

Perhaps because of the scent of Anshen, Chu Qianning's breathing gradually became clear and long, and he was obviously asleep.

The bright moonlight leaked through the Qiang Screen, and the water-like moonlight poured into the room.

The girl's unparalleled beauty is reflected, which makes people feel disappointed.

The veil moved slightly, but did not wake up the girl in her dream.

A black shadow sat quietly in front of her couch like a ghost, her hands gently stroked her eyebrows, and the man's eyes stared at her affectionately, with the movements of his fingertips gently and pity.

He spoke softly, his tone as jade as jade, "Ninger..."
Chapter completed!