Chapter 347 Poor and lamentable, resentment

An Ping's words made Leng Xuanrong even more sad. What kind of fate is there between the two? This fate was something she didn't even dare to think about or even dare to look forward to in her previous life, but this fate also shattered the only beauty left in her previous life, let her see the real face of the beautiful prince in her heart, and even today, let her see that the eldest son was sad and frustrated, but she desperately covered up her sincerity.

Poor, pathetic and lamentable.

Since she saw An Pingzhi in this life, she has always called him the eldest son. Even when he wants to kill her, even when he makes things difficult for her, she will still regard the ice-like handsome man in front of her as the eldest son in the previous life. She cherishes every meeting and every conversation with him. Even if there is incomparable fear and resentment in her heart, she will still get close to her heartbeat for him, and her cheeks will still turn red with a smile.

But today, it's all over.

Everything in the previous life ends today, together with the most unrealistic fantasy in Leng Xuanrong's heart.

"The eldest son... Why are you here?"

Leng Xuanrong asked softly.

Anping smiled faintly. He turned around and looked at the firelight and sighed, "We have been preparing for today for several years. Who would have thought that overnight, there was nothing left... Du Yilin, King Xiaohan, finally he won, but he won the royal secret camp, which was not his own ability."

"Royal secret camp..." Leng Xuanrong frowned and said, "Does the eldest son really think that An family has failed just because he can't stop the royal secret camp?"

Anping looked at Leng Xuanrong, and his face also became solemn. At this time, he felt that he should be able to ask clearly about the doubts that had always existed in his heart.

"Ceng Xuanrong, who the hell are you?"

There was a bitterness in Leng Xuanrong's heart. She looked up at Zeng Yanliang beside her, and the last pimple appeared in her heart.

She doesn't know who she is and whether she should explain it to An Pingzhi. Now that the revenge has been avenged, everything in her previous life should be cut off. However, should she still hide the matter of her rebirth?

Leng Xuanrong doesn't care what An Pingzhi will think. What she cares about most is Brother Yan Liang. If she said about her rebirth and revenge, what would Brother Yan Liang think of her? Even if it was unintentional, even if there were tens of millions of reasons, she still cheated and concealed so many things from him. Will Brother Yan Liang be sad about this? Will she leave because of this?

Zeng Yanliang saw the uneasiness in Leng Xuanrong's eyes, and a trace of fear suddenly flashed in Zeng Yan's conscience, which had never been afraid of in the Wanma army.

Xuanrong has a lot of things in her heart. She has something to hide from herself. In fact, Zeng Yanliang knew this as early as in Liyan County. The more things she experienced with Leng Xuanrong, the more certain Zeng Yanliang was. What Leng Xuanrong concealed from herself was also the deepest secret in her heart. It could not be easily revealed to others and could not be said.

No matter what the secret is, even Leng Xuanrong himself dares not touch it easily. Even if Zeng Yanliang knew the existence of this secret, he did not want to force Leng Xuanrong to tell himself.

However, at present, An Pingzhi's problem seems to be touching the secret hidden in Leng Xuanrong's heart. Zeng Yanliang was afraid that what Leng Xuanrong said would separate the two people who had finally met again and make the happiness that was about to get his hand fly away.

"Ceng Xuanrong..." Leng Xuanrong took a deep breath, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and whispered to An Pingzhi, "The eldest son, whether in my previous life or this life, I am just a woman moved by your piano sound. Leng Xuanrong has always been just Leng Xuanrong."

An Pingzhi sneered when he heard the words, and he also glanced at Zeng Yanliang, as if he understood something.

"Ceng Xuanrong, you are not just Leng Xuanrong. You are a ghost who escaped from the ghost, and your heart is full of hatred that others don't know. You are bloodthirsty and murderous. Du Yilin, the king of Xiaohan, was burdened with fierce and cruel life a long time ago, but not only me, but the world knows that he killed people to stand up power, and Liwei was to assist the weak emperor. He has a reason to kill. Our family is the same. My father kills people, and I kill people. We kill people so that one day our family can become the lord of the world, and one day I can become the king worshipped by all people. But you, Leng Xuanrong, are different..."

Anpingzhi's nearly transparent eyes flashed with a strange light. He had never smiled so evil, and his handsome face was a little more evil, making him look more like the legendary demon.

He looked straight at Leng Xuanrong and continued, "What on earth is the purpose of Leng Xuanrong repeatedly killing people with the help of others? Where does the deep hatred that you can't hide in your eyes and the strong murderous spirit emitted when you can't control come from? Leng Xuanrong, your hands have always smelled bloody. You have not only killed people with the hands of others, but you have also killed people yourself, right?

As An Pingzhi said these words, he looked at Leng Xuanrong's face. The face red by the fire finally showed a painful look. The strong hatred in her eyes had turned into incomparable sadness.

Is she crying for me?

When An Pingzhi saw the tears flowing from the corners of Leng Xuanrong's eyes, he couldn't help but have doubts.

No, she was afraid that the man beside her would leave her, that's all.

Anping sneered and shook his head slightly.

However, at this time, Leng Xuanrong opened his mouth. The previous life was an extremely huge burden for her, like a huge stone, pressing on her heart. She doesn't have the courage or the heart to put such a big stone in her heart for the rest of her life. Leng Xuanrong understood that sooner or later, she must tell Yan Liang everything and all the truth. Her only hope now is that Brother Yan Liang can give her a little time, and she still needs a little time. As long as everything is over, and only when her life really starts again can she tell Brother Yan Liang everything.

At that time...

What will Brother Yan Liang think of her?

Leng Xuanrong's heart was full of uneasiness.

Murder, revenge, everything seems to have a good reason, but all the people in front of them have not experienced the previous life, and those reasons seem to have become extremely absurd.

"My heart is full of hatred." Leng Xuanrong whispered to An Pingzhi, "This hatred has dissipated so far. Eldest son, what you just said is not wrong at all. Whether it is you or Du Yilin, there is always a good reason to kill people. This truth is the same for anyone. However, your reasons are so big that a little woman like me can't even think about it. All I can think of is what I should do when someone oppresses me and harms my relatives. They killed the killer, and I can only make them pay for it with their lives.

"What a... vicious woman." An Pingzhi sighed.

At this time, there was a shout of killing in his ear. An Pingzhi glanced at the moon door hole in the barren courtyard in the distance and frowned slightly.

The raging fire will definitely burn down the Prime Minister's mansion. This barren courtyard will really become a barren courtyard at that time. All the memories in this wilderness will disappear, together with his peace.

An Pingzhi saw the dagger in Leng Xuanrong's hand, which he gave to Leng Xuanrong. He gave Leng Xuanrong a chance to join him. However, it is really ironic that the dagger appears in front of him now.

In retrospect, An Pingzhi found that he had really given Leng Xuanrong too many opportunities, but in the end, Leng Xuanrong still chose others.

"Can you return that dagger to me?" An Pingzhi stretched out his hand to Leng Xuanrong and said indifferently.

With such a move, Leng Xuanrong hurriedly hid behind Zeng Yanliang.

An Pingzhi laughed loudly when he saw the situation, "Leng Xuanrong, so you also have such a timid time? Don't you often stare at me and talk coldly to me? What? Now that this man is by your side, do you still become timid? Hahaha..."

Leng Xuanrong gritted her teeth, clenched the dagger in her hand, and looked at An Pingzhi's wanton laughter. She knew what An Pingzhi wanted to do with this dagger. He didn't want to hurt her. With Brother Yan Liang here, he couldn't hurt her.

"When my father told me that I was the man of destiny, I didn't believe it at all." An Pingzhi stopped laughing and said bitterly, "This moon auspicious disease in me will never be a gift from God. No one can know the pain except myself. The sun is very poisonous to me, and everyone is passed on behind, saying that I am possessed by demons. My younger brother can lead troops, but I rarely go out in this prime minister's mansion. Late at night, stroking the piano alone... Humph..." An Pingzhi sneered, "Leng Xuanrong, you said you like my piano sound, but what did you hear from that piano sound?"

An Pingzhi said as he walked towards Leng Xuanrong and Zeng Yanliang. His pace was slow and heavy, and every step seemed to consume all his strength.

An Pingzhi recalled the past, what happened when he was a child, what his father told him, and the illusory lie he and his father had desperately built over the years.

He lived in the lies he weaved, so he was attracted by Leng Xuanrong's extremely real eyes.

Even if it is hatred, even if it is injustice, there has never been peace. He didn't know who to hate or who to pay for the pain he experienced.

"Leng Xuanrong, you have made your own choice. Give me this dagger." He stretched out his hand again, and the smile on Anping's face was extremely desolate.

Leng Xuanrong's body trembled. She knew what An Pingzhi was going to do, and she didn't want to return the dagger to An Pingzhi.

However, as An Pingzhi said, she made a choice. Although different from An Pingzhi's thoughts, she did not choose between An Pingzhi and Du Yilin, but chose herself and chose a way to survive.

Slowly, Leng Xuanrong handed over the dagger with trembling hands.