Under the dim palace lantern in the middle of the night, Jian Yao was dressed in white, which made the cold air of the cold moon tinged with frost. A brazier was set up in the small courtyard of the Chaohua Palace. Her hair was floating in the breeze, and the flickering firelight reflected her pure and innocent look.

Lifeless face.

Today is the first time that Feng Xie has come to this Chaohua Palace. Since that snowy night, he has not seen Jian Yao for nearly a month. Feng Xie doesn't know how he endured it. Maybe he is troubled by court affairs.

, maybe Jian Yao hurt his heart too much this time.

The Chaohua Hall was deserted, with only a few plum blossoms blooming alone. Feng Xie looked at the stubborn plum blossoms and couldn't help but be lost in thought. The firelight in the side courtyard attracted his attention. He turned around the corridor and saw a touch of white in the courtyard. Jian Yao

Kneeling on the ground and burning paper in plain clothes, the flying ashes circled on the top of her hair and gradually disappeared into the night...

"Jian Muchong...is he dead?"

Kong Jie's voice sounded, and Feng Xie was startled. He realized that he was in a trance again just now. He took a few steps forward, but Jian Yao was still kneeling with his back to him, showing no intention of getting up.

"No, Meng Hu hasn't found him yet."

"That's right...but the Red Star has been destroyed!"

Feng Xie raised his head, and saw that the red star that had been bright for decades had really gone out, and its companion star had also dimmed, giving off a faint light.

"I haven't received any news about his life or death!"

Feng Xie's heart dropped. Is Jian Muchong really dead? He turned around and stared at Jian Yao, dressed in white, and said that she and Jian Mucheng were connected in spirit. Could it be...

"The reason why I wear my mourning is for those 50,000 soldiers."

Jian Yao slowly stood up, his clear watery eyes were empty and showed no emotion. Feng Xie squinted his eyes and understood the meaning of her accusation. He smiled coldly and said, "What qualifications do you have to blame me?"

"You promised me!" Jian Yao's words contained disappointment and sadness. Feng Xie's heart ached and he smiled bitterly:

"What did I promise? Jian Yao, if I lose this time and die on the battlefield, will you feel pain or be relieved?"

Jian Yao's eyes were cold and cold, and he did not see his pain. Jian Mucheng was defeated, Jimo's life and death were unknown, the black general was tortured in the ice and snow, fifty thousand souls screamed at the top of their lungs, Jian Yao hated him, all the pain came from

The man in front of her. He kept saying he loved her, but he didn't trust her.

He hurt the people around her again and again. Although this is the law of survival in troubled times, he never considers her position. She is a human being and has her own emotions. How can he involve her in her emotional world?

What if these things are separated and she becomes a soulless puppet?

"If you die, at least those 50,000 soldiers will be relieved!"

Feng Xie's heart ached. Did she really think so? Yes, he should have known it a long time ago. He should have understood her choice the day she sent the information. She had sent him to the edge of life and death time and time again, even after a long time.

No matter how many years passed, no matter how much love he gave her, it would still be the same. He shouldn't ask her, dear

Getting the answer from his mouth will make people feel crazy. The person he loves the most is the person who wants him to die the most. Maybe he deserves to die, in the grave of hundreds of people dug by Jian Mucheng, or in Xize's

He died in the barren mountains, in the small wooden house in Taohuawu, or even earlier, at the moment when they first met...

Feng Xie reached out and pinched Jian Yao's chin, lifted it up, and let those stubborn, patient, and sour eyes look straight at him. He smiled, a little arrogantly, and Jian Yao frowned deeply, listening to what he said.

:late at night

Under the dim palace lantern, Jian Yao was dressed in white, giving the cold air of Leng Yue a bit of frost. A brazier was set up in the small courtyard of the Chaohua Palace. The breeze floated her hair, and the flickering fire reflected her Juechen but without any emotion.

Angry face.

Today is the first time that Feng Xie has come to this Chaohua Palace. Since that snowy night, he has not seen Jian Yao for nearly a month. Feng Xie doesn't know how he endured it. Maybe he is troubled by court affairs.

, maybe Jian Yao hurt his heart too much this time.

The Chaohua Hall was deserted, with only a few plum blossoms blooming alone. Feng Xie looked at the stubborn plum blossoms and couldn't help but be lost in thought. The firelight in the side courtyard attracted his attention. He turned around the corridor and saw a touch of white in the courtyard. Jian Yao

Kneeling on the ground and burning paper in plain clothes, the flying ashes circled on the top of her hair and gradually disappeared into the night...

"Jian Muchong...is he dead?"

Kong Jie's voice sounded, and Feng Xie was startled. He realized that he was in a trance again just now. He took a few steps forward, but Jian Yao was still kneeling with his back to him, showing no intention of getting up.

"No, Meng Hu hasn't found him yet."

"That's right...but the Red Star has been destroyed!"

Feng Xie raised his head, and saw that the red star that had been bright for decades had really gone out, and its companion star had also dimmed, giving off a faint light.

"I haven't received any news about his life or death!"

Feng Xie's heart dropped. Is Jian Muchong really dead? He turned around and stared at Jian Yao, dressed in white, and said that she and Jian Mucheng were connected in spirit. Could it be...

"The reason why I wear my mourning is for those 50,000 soldiers."

Jian Yao slowly stood up, his clear watery eyes were empty and showed no emotion. Feng Xie squinted his eyes and understood the meaning of her accusation. He smiled coldly and said, "What qualifications do you have to blame me?"

"You promised me!" Jian Yao's words contained disappointment and sadness. Feng Xie's heart ached and he smiled bitterly:

"What did I promise? Jian Yao, if I lose this time and die on the battlefield, will you feel pain or be relieved?"

Jian Yao's eyes were cold and cold, and he did not see his pain. Jian Mucheng was defeated, Jimo's life and death were unknown, the black general was tortured in the ice and snow, fifty thousand souls screamed at the top of their lungs, Jian Yao hated him, all the pain came from

The man in front of her. He kept saying he loved her, but he didn't trust her.

He hurt the people around her again and again. Although this is the law of survival in troubled times, he never considers her position. She is a human being and has her own emotions. How can he involve her in her emotional world?

What if these things are separated and she becomes a soulless puppet?

"If you die, at least those 50,000 soldiers will be relieved!"

Feng Xie's heart ached. Did she really think so? Yes, he should have known it a long time ago. He should have understood her choice the day she sent the information. She had sent him to the edge of life and death time and time again, even after a long time.

No matter how many years passed, no matter how much love he gave her, it would still be the same. He shouldn't ask her, dear

Getting the answer from his mouth will make people feel crazy. The person he loves the most is the person who wants him to die the most. Maybe he deserves to die, in the grave of hundreds of people dug by Jian Mucheng, or in Xize's

He died in the barren mountains, in the small wooden house in Taohuawu, or even earlier, at the moment when they first met...

Feng Xie reached out and pinched Jian Yao's chin, lifted it up, and let those stubborn, patient, and sour eyes look straight at him. He smiled, a little arrogantly, and Jian Yao frowned deeply, listening to what he said.
Chapter completed!