empty

When the words fell, there was a sound of hesitation outside; "Prince, but there is still a king inside..."

"The assassin escaped. Are you responsible for hurting the prince?" Xiuta argued angrily and suddenly made the eunuch next to him stop his voice.

Just as Su Nianwei's head roared, suddenly there was a sound of arrows in the distance. She knew that the intention of repairing the tower this time was not to catch the assassin, but to take the opportunity to kill herself. In this way, it is also a sufficient reason for his own evil deeds to prevaricate Dongqin.

Although it holds the heart of death, with human reflection and instinct, even if there is only a glimmer of life, it will be grasped desperately.

So, just before the arrows shot through the doors and windows, Su Nianwei quickly fled to the bottom of the couch, then found tables and chairs to block the cracks in the bottom of the couch, and blocked all the leaks around him.

Just after she had worked hard, a strong smell of smoke suddenly came from around the doors and windows.

Then, a heat wave gradually hit her whole body.

Damn it, he killed her in this way. This hateful tower must be afraid that he would see King Han and expose his crime, so he deliberately wanted to harm her. Humph, his good calculation was so good that he killed her. She is really unwilling, unwilling!

About the time of touching a column of incense, the heat and black smoke gathered from all directions made Su Nianwei's consciousness shallow and dizzy. She knew that she was in trouble, and it must be difficult for her to fly now. However, the only thing she can't rest assured is that she has been chasing four spiritual beads for a long time and finally got one. Is it going to disappear with her like this?

As a time traveler, she not only did not succeed in living, but was worse than a slave. Did God let her die like this?

The smell of smoke has made her unable to open her eyes, and it is even difficult to breathe. The flames made her blood roll all over her body, and bursts of heat seemed to burn her whole body.

She closed her eyes in pain, and all her unwillingness turned into tears and flowed down her cheeks. Unexpectedly, it was also under this dark bed that the feeling of not seeing anything but being swallowed up by endless dangers made her unforgettable for the whole life.

Suddenly, she seemed to realize the end of her life. Her body suddenly became light in the air, and there was a sense of comfortable and soft flow in her body. The feeling of entering another white world made her feel that she was far away from the worldly disturbances and disputes.

Maybe... After looking forward to it for a long time, she is eager for this feeling! However, will it be a little lonely without the existence of Dongling Xuehan and Dongling Chutian? No, they have grown up and have their own home and power. How can they stay with her all the time? She doesn't belong here at all, so it may be best to leave!

But why is it that at this last moment, she is inexplicably afraid, disappointed, and has a feeling that she wants to grasp everything? Is it because something hasn't been put down? Or is there something left in this place?

...

When Dongling Xuehan followed Princess Sangya to see the thick smoke from the east coast, both of them showed surprise on their faces.

At this time, the large and small officials in the court who came to congratulate were all panicked and did not know the truth. At the same time, they pointed to the place where the thick smoke was scattered and sighed.

"Who's residence is that?" Dongling Xuehan asked Princess Sanya slightly beside her. Normally, today is the birthday of the son of the king, and the officials of the court have arrived, not to mention the concubines and wives living in the harem. Therefore, this fire should not hurt the innocent.

Sang Ya looked a little worried, and then looked carefully at the burning place, and then said uncertainly, "Why does it look like Mrs. Wang's bedroom?"

"Wang sister-in-law?" Dongling Xuehan was slightly stunned and thought about the word Wang's sister-in-law. She suddenly remembered that Sang Ya was the princess of the Wuqi Kingdom, and her brother Wang was Xiuta. Isn't Wang's sister-in-law the place where the stupid woman lived? However, the place where the smoke is rolling now is her residence. Moreover, she did not attend the birthday banquet of Xiuta today, that is to say............

Thinking of this, Dongling Xuehan, who no longer dared to think much, raised his purple gold jade robe with a solemn face and stepped out to the gate of the palace.

At this time, Sanya, who was quick-eyed, seemed to understand his mind. She suddenly came forward, hugged his strong arm, and asked tremblingly, "Where are you going?" Although she has guessed, she is still unwilling. Yes, with her stunning appearance, she still doesn't believe that she lost to an old woman who ruined half of her face and was almost thirty years old.

Dongling Xuehan spit out words like ice; "Of course, it's to save people!"

"But Brother Wang has sent someone, and it's useless for you to go!" Sanya's tone was full of pleading, but she vowed to keep him in her heart.

"Ren go!" He didn't say much, just drank coldly. If it hadn't been for the black country, he would have kicked her away with his temper many years ago. Yes, no matter who threatens her life, he will let her pay it back at all costs.

"No!" She stubbornly refused and held him tighter!

"Get out!" With a roll, the beautiful woman was thrown ten meters away.

He turned away indifferently and left without any attachment. Even if she hit her head and broke the blood, she couldn't save his affectionate gaze.

When Dongling Xuehan rushed to the scene of the fire with a gruous face, the "Mianyang Hall" that had been carefully built by the Prince of Tower had been shrouded in a fire.

Looking at the fire and the crowd that no one came forward to rescue. Dongling Xuehan was like a crazy tiger. He rushed up and grabbed a bodyguard's collar and said, "What about her... What about her... Where's she..."

When the bodyguard looked at Dongling Xuehan, whose black pupils were like fire and his face was as ink, he stammed with fear and stammed; "She... She... Who is she?"

"Your princess... Princess Yangyue from Eastern Qin!" His forehead was full of blue veins, completely ignoring the strange eyes of others.

"She... Inside............”

When the honest stagnant bodyguard said the location of Su Nianwei, Dongling's angry eyes suddenly sank like ashes.

In less than a moment, his black pupils bloomed again with the devil-like blood-eating light.

"No..." With a hoarse roar, he pushed away the crowd and rushed to the sea of fire like a storm. No, how could a stupid woman be in it? No, he can't watch her die in front of him. He can't let her leave without seeing her for the last time. He can't let her have many puzzles that have not been revealed, so he will burn and annihilate with these fires.

Everyone was stunned when they saw the people who rushed away regardless of life and death like a sharp arrow. The next second, everyone transferred their eyes to Prince Shuta's fat face. It seems that they are all waiting for his order and what to do next.

However, Prince Shuta, who didn't expect this to happen, also panicked and turned around in an instant, but he didn't know what to do.

"Why are you still stunned? Why don't you go and catch King Han back? If there is any damage, you will be dumbfounded!" It was a woman who said this, because she could tell from her sharp and sad voice.

Everyone turned around and saw that it was Princess Sanya, and they hurriedly gave way.

Of course, after listening to Sang Ya's words, Xiuta immediately understood the importance of the life and death of King Han. Suddenly, without any hesitation, he ordered the left and right attendants to say, "Why don't you go and pull out King Han? If you want to get hurt, you can bury him!"

"Yes!" Everyone responded, and then rushed to Dongling Xuehan, who ignored the rapid fire.

In the face of heavy fire, Dongling Xuehan, who has been scalded in many places, can no longer find a way forward. At this time, the group of anxious guards behind him came towards him again, and he was about to struggle and push him. Unexpectedly, those people desperately lifted him up, and seven or eight big men held knives and forcibly took her back from the sea of fire.

"Your Majesty, I'm offended!"

In a simple sentence, Dongling Xuehan has not even had any last dignity.

The hateful thing is that this group of people have refused to let him down without Sanya's order. Let him be so open, looking at the fire slowly expanding, until the beams collapsed little by little, and the surrounding roof tiles sobbed wildly.

In Mars, he seemed to see a smile.

That face evolved after he transformed tens of millions of times in his dream.

Her eyebrows are bent, always with a bitter and worried smile. The faint light in the bottom of his eyes always has endless sorrow and fog. He has never seen her clearly, even her heart or face. She is like a slightly yellow hazy dark moon, always emitting a faint aperture, not as hot and bright as the sun, but sinking him little by little. Not only him, but also the royal brother, right?

For the first time, he seemed to see her clearly. In the sea of fire, she was smiling at him, which was still the helplessness and bitterness he was familiar with. But this time, what an incomprehensible sourness. The more he tried to open his eyes and try to see clearly, he found that his distance was getting farther and farther away from her.

Her face was so transparent and her smile was haggard. As the fire increased, her face looked so painful that it finally became so weak and slowly disappeared. The blazing flame seemed to become her faint red lips, the dark green flame became her eyebrows as hard to see in the distant mountains, and the "squeak--" ignited her bitter sigh............

She-does it really leave like this?

"Ah--" At this moment, he could no longer control his inner depression and burst out a shocking cry from his throat. For the first time, his tears flowed down and he cried for her.

In the past, he, who had never known what tears were, understood that it was a tearing pain, a feeling of sprinkling salt on the wound, and a feeling of being emptied out of everything.

There was a emptiness between heaven and earth, and his mind was as blank as a newborn baby. Death seems to be not enough to prove anything, but in my mind, I still remember the smile that bloomed in the flame.