Chapter 150：

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Man stiffened, why? She didn't know. She didn't know who to ask for the answer.

Strong and profound sorrows are tightly shrouded in this empty room, and the memories left by the years they have come in like a tide, his tolerance, his petting, his love, his struggle ... although there are Use, but he never really wanted to hurt her, she knew, so she can forgive and even understand the various uses and injuries before that. But the last time was not the same. She gave him trust. For whatever reason, if she failed, she failed. No one can recover the harm caused. Even though it was not his intention, it could not be forgiven.

"Let me go." She took a deep breath, her voice indifferent.

He frowned, as if having a knot. The arms tightened even more, and there was no intention of letting go.

She squeezed her palms and slumped them, and suddenly laughed, "Actually you don't have to tell me this, I don't hate you anymore." She paused, feeling the man behind him stunned, she smiled again "I should also thank you. If it weren't for you, I might never make up my mind, then I would never know that I ... could live such a happy life."

The strong arms holding her were suddenly stiff like iron, the man's face was as dead as gray, his eyes were peeling apart, and the painful expression was quietly devoured by the darkness in the room where the candlelight was volatile. A heart that has been abandoned like a cricket is already scarred, and in the suffocated numbness, there are two more blood caves.

happy? It turned out that what he did not succeed in was the happiness of her and another person! He suffered loneliness alone, struggling in regret, and struggling to survive.

He raised his head sharply, and turned her around with a swift effort. She overturned her veil, and her white hair poured down, her beautiful face was in front of him.

The lingering face is as refined and refined as the past. The eyes lingering in his dreams were colder than before, and definitely more decisive. His figure was reflected in her eyes, blurred like memories deliberately smeared. Those lips once belonged to his territory, but now ...

He suddenly lowered his head and kissed him fiercely with a thunderbolt, more violent than ever before, and seemed to want to remove all the marks left by others on that lip.

Man was startled by his sudden Meng Lang, a pain in her lips, as if bitten, she suddenly awakened, gathered her strength to break away from the man who clasped her shoulders, and raised her hand to slap into his face Slammed in the past.

She glared at the man in front of her, "What do you think of me?" He thought she was the same princess Rongle Chang who had been blind to him if he wanted to hug him at will. Now she is the worry-free wife of Zongzheng, which cannot be violated by anyone.

The man's cheek was left with five-fingerprints. He took a few steps back, coughed a few times, and a trace of blood poured out along the corners of his mouth, and it fell to the ground and broke.

She looked away, took a breath, and flattened her tone. "It doesn't matter whether it's your fault or not. At this step, you can't look back."

He stood still, rubbed the corners of his mouth with his fingers, and did not look at the bright red stain on his fingertips. He calmed down, his face gradually recovered as usual, and he raised his head, exhaling heavily, and sighed deeply, "Whether you accept it or not, you are my wife. As long as I keep you alive, you will live for a day. My unscrupulous wife. "He is so stubborn and stubborn to love someone, even if that person does not love him, even if ... knowing that there will never be results, he still can't control the love. "As long as you want, we can go back and live a warm and peaceful life as before."

"Don't deceive yourself!" Manma shouted, "I can't look back, and I don't want to look back."

After turning eagerly, she wanted to leave here as soon as possible. The pressure this man brought to her was so heavy, so suffocating, that she even wanted to go crazy.

Zong Zheng looked at her quietly, watching her hurriedly open the door, and escaped the ordinary speed. He didn't say a word or block.

The door opened, and one of her feet hadn't stepped out, and people had already settled.

The four tall guards were like Mount Tai, and the horizontal sword blocked the door, blocking the only way out.

She looked back, looking at the man's deep eyes, sneered: "What do you mean? Do you think you can stop me?"

The mystery in her hand shook, the scabbard came out, and she caught it with her left hand. The mysterious ice-blue blade in the right hand shone with the icy cold light of the fireflies, marking the cold chill in her eyes, which made people feel the tremor.

Zongzheng's unsophisticated complexion became gentle, just like the kind of gentleness that never changed for years. The unfathomable eyes made it impossible to detect his mind. Just calm, disturbingly calm.

Man tightened the sword in his tight hands, quickly calculating her way out of this place. The four people at the door saw that each martial art was good. Even if she could break out with her own strength, I don't know how many people were waiting for her downstairs.

The sound of breathing in the quiet room was clear and audible, and the dim candlelight flickered like a ghost fire in the dark night, calling the soul to go. The cold wind came in through the window, mixed with the scent of ice and snow, beating her pale face, setting off her silver hair, and cooperating with her murderous radiance from inside, flying openly.

She glanced at the closed wooden window after the wooden screen, which was the only window in the room and the entire inn. She moved in her heart, even though Fu Zhao was martial arts high, but he did not have weapons, as long as she stabbed him with a sword at the fastest speed, while he was dodging, she could take the opportunity to pass him and then out of the window.

The idea had been set, and she gathered 70% of her internal strength and implemented it according to her own ideas. The body is as fast as a ghost, and the sword is like electricity. I saw an ice-blue light suddenly flash, and the cold sword of Seng Leng broke into the air with a sharp and determined murderous force—

However, there are always things that don't develop as people think.

"..."

"... !!!!"

She widened her eyes in shock, staring at the man in disbelief in disbelief. The five fingers are stiff, and the body is trembling, and can no longer move. A moment of absent-mindedness, the trembling "you" word, did not say anything.

There was no dodging she expected. He stood upright like that, receiving the sword stiffly!

It wasn't that he couldn't hide, but he didn't plan to hide at all.

The sharp long sword drove straight into the man, slamming it into the man's erect but long empty body. His pupils contracted due to severe pain, but his face was extremely calm, without any surprise, as if her action was expected by him.

His gaze was fixed on her sword-holding hand, and the slender and beautiful five fingers were paled by excessive force, just like his bloodless face at this moment. After a brief period of calm, his eyes were fickle and complicated. Gaze slowly moved upward, looking at her eyes full of astonishment, he smiled suddenly, eyes full of sadness. With a gentle cough, the blood from the big mouth ran down the corner of her mouth, stinging her eyes.

She panicked in her heart, and pulled the sword out intuitively, listening only to the sound of a whisper, and the blood splattered. She froze, her sword falling to the ground, her voice stabbing into the eardrum.

Zong Zheng murmured without a word, strode back sharply, and stood firm.

"Your Majesty!" Then the guards reacted, screaming in a panic, and the people downstairs heard the movement quickly upstairs, rushing in, and surrounded the murderer who stabbed the emperor densely.

The emperor's personal guard, Li Liang, stepped forward to support the slightly swaying Zongzheng, and his eyes flashed with grief and angrily: "Take her down!"

The murderous gas was suddenly full of energy, with the cold wind blowing, the air suddenly turned into countless ice blades and cut in all directions. Dozens of people pulled out their knives at the same time. And she lost her sword, and her hands were empty.

Dozens of top siege siege, dozens of bright swords under the hood, the momentum is unparalleled, it seems to cut her into meat sauce.

She was horrified in her heart, and she just forgot about her situation. With sharp weapons, she was too late to pick up a sword. Just at this juncture, I just screamed at a solemn and low voice: "Stop!"

All the guards were stunned, and their movements stopped immediately, as if they were ordered by the acupuncture point.

Zong Zheng had no plans to shake the wound due to the use of internal force during this anger. The pale face of the paper was bright red, and it was really shocking. He slowly raised his hand and caressed his chest. The scarlet blood soaked in his palm and ran out freely between his fingers. He gasped twice with his eyes closed, and then opened her eyes to see her. Move her! "

"His Majesty ..." Li Liangcai began, and Zong Zheng's grim and majestic gaze swept over him. He quickly stopped, and said, "The subordinates let people ask the doctor."

Zong Zheng raised his hand to stop, and in an unquestionable tone, said, "No need. You all step back."

Li Liang glanced at Man Man very uneasily, and when he saw that the emperor's eyes were firm, he asked all the guards to retreat together and close the door. 2k novel reading network