Chapter 198 Ending (2)

Author: Liuyun Hairpin

"Why haven't you killed me yet, Your Highness?"

Pei Qing raised his eyebrows, with a look of boredom and laziness on his face. He looked lazy, as if the sharp sword between his neck did not exist at this moment.

"What about you? Why don't you take action?"

Song Qinghuai's warm brows seemed to be frozen, and he moved his hand forward again. The tip of the sword reached a few inches and pierced the flesh. A line of blood snaked down and disappeared into the collar.

"If I hurt you... the princess would be unhappy."

Pei Qing raised his hand, wiped away the blood stains on the corners of his lips, and looked up at him nonchalantly: "Isn't this good? Your Highness, take action quickly, so that you can eliminate your worries."

Song Qinghuai frowned, but froze in his movements.

"Brother!"

Song Qingan's voice suddenly sounded behind him, and even Pei Qing was shocked for a moment. When Song Qinghuai saw this, he couldn't help but look back.

But she saw Song Qing'an's black hair hanging down behind her. She held a gold hairpin in one hand and pressed the sharp hairpin against her neck. There was a dark fire in her eyes: "Brother, let him go."

"Your Highness, forgive me! The princess is demanding her life, but I really don't dare to stop her."

Linyuan and Guanshan looked ashamed and apologized to Song Qinghuai.

God knows how frightened they felt when they saw Song Qingan actually stabbing the hairpin into his body.

They did not dare to knock her unconscious because Zhu Yan had warned her before that the princess was weak and if she suddenly fell into a coma, she might not be able to wake up.

Therefore, facing Song Qing'an who was pushing her to death, the two of them were helpless and had no choice but to hold her nose and bring her over.

Song Qinghuai had no time to punish these two derelict subordinates. He rarely gave Song Qing'an any kind words to persuade him. He only said coldly: "Qing'an, don't mess around."

"Brother, Qing'an knows what he is doing." Song Qing'an said as he slowly walked towards them, "But no matter what today, I will take him away."

She saw Pei Qing, whose red clothes were dazzlingly red, and the dark red oozing out showed how many scars he had on his body.

Song Qingan's brows tightened, and his eye sockets felt a little sore and painful.

"Qing'an, don't come here again." Song Qinghuai's words were threatening, and with a little more force on his hands, Pei Qing groaned at the right time, successfully stopping Song Qing'an in his tracks.

"Brother...do you really want to threaten me with Pei Qing?"

Song Qing'an's eyes looked sad, but after a moment's pause, she continued to walk forward.

"In this case...I can only use myself..."

Song Qing'an curled her lips, and the wind blew by, lifting up the black hair that covered the side of her neck. Song Qinghuai then saw clearly the dazzling wound on her fair neck.

His pupils narrowed, as if he had guessed something. But Song Qingan's movements were faster than he expected.

The sound of the hairpin piercing was very soft, but Song Qinghuai heard it clearly. The hand holding the sword shook unnoticeably.

The tip of the hairpin in Song Qing'an's hand had already sunk into her neck. The bone-piercing pain made her tremble, and she could hardly stand still.

She frowned, but the corners of her lips raised again, as if she was crying and laughing at the same time: "Brother...if you...if you kill him, then...I will let him...go with him..."

She was stumbling when she spoke, and she was breathing heavily because of the pain.

Pei Qing was sitting on the ground, and Song Qing'an was walking towards her with her back to the light. If you ignored the unsightly wound, she looked more stunning than ever... with her black hair and red dress.

He looked away and whispered: "Princess, our family is not worthy of being treated like you. Your Highness is right, our family...is the one who deserves to die."

"When...when did I allow you to make decisions for me?"

Song Qing'an's eyes were fixed on Song Qinghuai, and the hand holding the golden hairpin was shaking with force: "Brother, if you want to kill him, kill me first."

Her eyes were scarlet, filled with madness and paranoia, and blood flowed from the corners of her lips, dyeing them extremely red: "Let me ask you again, brother, will you... let him go?"

Song Qinghuai's hand holding the sword was no longer steady. His breath was getting darker and his eyes were complicated, as if he was looking at a stranger: "Yue'er, are you... going to be my enemy for him?"

Song Qing'an smiled sadly and stumbled closer to the palace. This time Song Qinghuai didn't stop her and just looked at her silently.

"Brother...why would Qing'an want to be an enemy of my brother? Day and night in the cold palace, Qing'an is looking forward to his brother's return and meeting him..."

"But...brother, after he died, I found...that I was not happy at all."

Song Qing'an lowered her eyes, her knees went weak, and she fell to the ground uncontrollably. She supported the ground with one hand, took a few breaths, and then said: "Brother, didn't you always want me to leave... Let Pei Qing go, and I will take him out of the palace.

Never...never come back."

Song Qinghuai's sword had been lowered, his lips were pressed into a straight line, and his jawline was tense.

"Brother, I have never asked you for anything in all these years. Just once, please brother... make an exception for me."

Crystal tears rolled down and slid over the corners of her mouth. Blood and tears were mixed together. Song Qingan seemed to sob and lowered her head slightly. The black hair behind her fell down with her movements and was draped around her shoulders, as if someone was hugging her from behind.

live.

Pei Qing moved her knuckles on the ground slightly, as if to wipe away her tears and straighten her hair.

He had done this kind of action thousands of times. But now... it was so difficult.

His eyelashes were lowered, and he suddenly remembered that one night, Song Qing'an was lying on his lap with her hair spread like this, reciting poems.

"There is nothing pitiful about Wan Shenlang's lap."

At that time, the soft chanting sound was in his ears, but in front of him was his lover who was hurting and begging for him.

Song Qinghuai stared at her, with no emotion on his face, as if he was deep in thought.

"Brother...still don't want to agree?"

Song Qing'an murmured, with endless sadness in her words. She pulled out the golden hairpin with a sudden force of her hand. After there was no obstacle, the blood flowed more unscrupulously, and soon soaked the collar.

As she moved, she shouted loudly: "Bamboo Smoke!"

The bamboo smoke appeared like a ghost and rushed straight towards Song Qinghuai. The latter was stunned for a moment by Song Qingan's sudden move, and was knocked out of the palace by the bamboo smoke before he had time to resist.

Linyuan and Guanshan were stunned for only a moment, and then immediately stepped forward. One of them restrained Zhu Yan, while the other protected Song Qinghuai.

"You're crazy!"

Linyuan said angrily, but when he saw Zhu Yan coughing up blood due to forced exercise, his anger also dissipated a little.

The moment Song Qinghuai was taken out, Song Qing'an chuckled. She took out another fire fold from her lapel and looked back at Pei Qing: "You are not good at finding things."

The next moment, she blew it on fire, raised her hand, and the palace was instantly engulfed in a sea of ​​fire.

Song Qing'an opened her hands holding the two earrings. She looked at them for a while, and seemed to see that snowy night through these ordinary earrings.

"I don't want to leave any thoughts. If this is the case... I am willing to die with you."

She sneered lightly, and then threw the earrings into the sea of ​​fire.

Pei Qing narrowed her eyes and said softly: "The princess is lost now? Our family has kept it for a long time..."

Song Qing'an smiled at him, and then slowly moved to Pei Qing's side. She narrowed her eyes in contentment, and her smiling face was like a spring flower shining in the water.

"Pei Qing...finally...finally there are only two of us here."

Song Qing'an held his face with his eyes filled with obsession: "Now... I can stay with you forever."

"Pei Qing, when we first met on that snowy night, I... couldn't get away anymore."

I have looked at it for a lifetime, and it has lasted all my life.

Pei Qing held her hand, her dark eyes dark.

"Even if you die...are you willing to do so?"

"Willingly."
Chapter completed!