It’s like the warm sunshine in winter, and the quiet time is like the warm sunshine in winter.

"Pa." A tear.

I seemed to be able to hear the sound of the tears falling from my eyes and falling into my heart.

Provokes ripples.

It was as if I was still kneeling on the ground and begging, and tears fell drop by drop on the carpet, and disappeared instantly, leaving only dark red marks on the carpet.

"Princess, no, no."

I raised my hand and felt like I had a haircut, a strand of hair fell from the haircut, "You can start a new life by killing him, and such a person is not worth it."

Perhaps, in the eyes of others, it is normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines.

But if this person is like, I will not agree.

Mine should be like me, happy and cherished by someone who cherishes her, not like Du Wenxuan, who treats her like this.

Soon, Ling Xiu brought Du Wenxuan.

Du Wenxuan was still as usual, with a faint expression.

But when he saw him kneeling in front of me and begging hard, a hint of panic appeared in his eyes.

He looked at me without knowing his intention.

I looked at him coldly, and then broke away as if I had been pulling my sleeves.

From a group of stands, take off the long sword that Hua Wuyan used to practice martial arts in her mornings.

With a "swish", I pulled out the long sword with my scabbard.

The sharp sword suddenly showed a cold light.

As if I saw me like this, I cried even more sadly. I knelt forward and hugged my legs, "Princess, don't want it, princess..."

Du Wenxuan looked at everything in front of him in panic, and his eyes were filled with fear.

I said coldly, "I have given you a chance, but you are unwilling to cherish it."

Seeing this, Du Wenxuan wanted to turn around and run away.

But Ling Xiu was pressed by the side and could not move.

How could Du Wenxuan, a weak scholar, compete with Ling Xiu, who had been practicing martial arts for many years?

Du Wenxuan was still struggling, looking at me in horror in his eyes, "Princess, what are you doing?"

I sneered, "Since you don't want to cherish it, then what's the point of leaving you..."

Before I finished speaking, the long sword in my hand suddenly stabbed Du Wenxuan's heart.

If a useless person is kept, why should he be killed?

I thought that as long as Du Wenxuan once, everything seemed to start again.

And everything with Du Wenxuan is just a nightmare.

When it's like waking up from a dream, everything is a new beginning.

"Puchi!" The sound of a sharp weapon piercing into the **.

But when I saw this scene in front of me, I held the sword's hand, let go of it, and looked at everything in front of me in disbelief.

"It's like!!"

The moment my long sword stabbed Du Wenxuan, Jingruo, who had been kneeling beside me, suddenly stood up and hugged Du Wenxuan.

That sword stabbed into the likeable shoulders and back.

Blood was flowing out along the wound, as if it was difficult to suppress it.

It dyed red as if it was the blue-green white long skirt on its body.

Everything was just in the flash of lightning. I looked at the scene in front of me, but I still couldn't believe it and couldn't figure out why.

"how so."

It was as if it was falling in Du Wenxuan's arms, gradually falling.

Du Wenxuan knelt suddenly and pulled the slide down as if he was holding it in his arms.

I was shocked, hated, hurt, and hurt.

"Why is this, why is this?" The tears in my eyes blurred my blood-stained body.

I questioned her over and over again why it was like this.
Chapter completed!