Jumping lights emerged from the darkness.

The candlesticks sway.

The bronze mirror is bright.

A woman's face was reflected in the bright mirror - her face was not visible, only her moist lips were visible.

Under the lips is a soft jaw, and below that is a swan-like elegant neck, and below that is the eye-catching collarbone.

You can also see the skirt the woman is wearing.

Red, gold, interlaced.

Zhuang Yan is raised together, with phoenix patterns on it.

This is a wedding dress, but what sounds in the background is not joy, but solemn, sacrificial drums.

In such a solemn atmosphere, the beautiful woman in the mirror seemed to be quite relaxed.

"If mother could see today, she would be very happy."

A woman's voice sounded from outside the frame. The woman with her back to the camera did not look back and said in a relaxed tone:

"My mother hopes that we can marry the person we like, and my father wants us to protect our country. If we saw today, it would be too late to cry."

The woman who asked the question sighed:

"It would be great if we didn't have to have this contradiction."

A maid came to the woman's side and handed her a letter of lipstick.

The sound of the drum suddenly became more distant than before. The woman with her back to the camera looked sideways at the red lipstick and fell into silence.

She seemed to be hesitating whether she should leave this lipstick on for tonight.

The picture zoomed in, zoomed in, and one end fell into the red.

In the background, the sound of drums could no longer be heard.

What filled my ears was the howling wind.

The red color in front of the camera zoomed further and further away, shrinking into a dot again.

A dot on the stone floor, a drop of blood.

The surroundings had turned into a gloomy hall, with a man kneeling on the ground in pain and gasping for breath, with blood flowing from his mouth.

Above his head, Tilda, the Grand Duke of West Asia, holding an ice spear, was fighting fiercely with several knights in the church.

The man gritted his teeth and murmured unbearably.

"Gu Hanyang...you lied to me..."

"Shut up, Jack Guo..."

The fight in the air made a loud noise like a storm, but the man's murmur seemed to echo in the ears of the audience.

"Poof!"

He finally couldn't bear it any longer and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

But the next second, the man didn't care about himself. Instead, he raised his head and shouted: "Tilda! Kill me!"

The eyes of the silver-haired Qiji in the air flashed with surprise. She looked at the man who opened his hands toward her, gritted his teeth, and dived.

Blood flowed and seeped into the seams of the stone slabs.

A few drops that fell occasionally were accidentally wiped away by the man's fallen hand, leaving a trail of blood on the stone slab.

The sounds of fighting suddenly seemed to be isolated, like falling into the cracks of a glacier.

Quiet.

In the silence, the camera moved towards the blood stain, turning the lake into the same red color.

A flute sound sounded leisurely in my ears.

There is still wind.

The red color turned into a petal, falling from the last branches in winter, flying in the cold wind, and falling next to a white skirt with the sound of the flute.

The camera moved to the opposite side of the white dress, where a man wearing a black robe with red edges was standing, looking at the girl in the white dress who was kneeling on the ground.

The solitary chirping of birds could be heard in the air, and the girl's white neck trembled slightly with great determination.

"If Your Majesty wants to make it impossible for your servants to escape death... at least if you die in front of this palace, you will be worthy of Your Highness."

Little Hongdou's usually cute face, now had her eyes closed sadly.

The man in black robe standing in front of him had a livid complexion and raised the folding fan in his hand.

The sound of the flute suddenly stopped.

Only the wind moves.

In King Simeng's chamber, a man covered in blood stood out.

As if in extremely slow motion, the man with blood dripping on his face but still looking straight stared at the other person and slowly stretched out his hands.

His right hand took the folding fan from the man in black robe, and his left hand took Little Hongdou into his arms.

"Clear...turbid...since...very..."

Han Dongwen's hoarse voice sounded. He suddenly raised his hand, opened the folding fan in front of Tantai Ming, and hugged Xiao Hongdou tightly.

The blood-covered palm tightly hugged Xiao Hongdou's arm, leaving shocking red lines on her crescent-white sleeves.

The camera zoomed in on this red color, slowly blurring into a lake and slowly losing focus.

When I focused again, the red color had turned into blood.

Blood dripped from a sword and spilled into the white snow on the ground.

Han Dongwen held a sword and stood in Eagle Watching City before dawn, his white cloak already dyed crimson.

"Your Highness!"

A choking and excited voice came from the front, and Chi Hanqing, who was wearing a medical robe, rushed forward and hugged him.

At dawn, light pierces the mist and shines into the sky. Facing the sunlight, the picture shines into a dazzling white.

The camera shakes and the white fades away, leaving the candle shadow still shaking red.

The woman with her back to the camera suddenly smiled and kissed her softly on the lip.

Her face was finally revealed from the camera, and it was Jiang Keyin's beautiful face.

Today, her makeup is bright and solemn, which is even more exciting than usual.

She stood up gracefully, wearing a wedding dress embroidered with phoenix, which was extremely luxurious.

The bride wore a hijab, but Jiang Keyin wore a phoenix crown covered with pearls and jade.

Breathtaking beauty.

"Your Majesty, the ceremony has arrived and Your Highness is waiting."

A voice came from outside the screen, and Jiang Keyin showed her usual smile.

The lens dimmed, turning into pure black.

Quiet.

silent.

The emotion lasted for a long time. Both the guests and the audience thought that this excellent PV had finished playing.

They were wondering why the lights were not turned on. Suddenly, a man's voice came from the dark screen.
Chapter completed!