Tan Yifeng couldn't help but tighten her arms, her breath gradually disappeared, her hands hung weakly by her sides, her words were still echoing in her ears just now, but now they disappeared without a trace...
"Shu'er, don't die, please, don't die..."
He buried his head deeply on her shoulder, his voice was like a wailing cub, he shook her body gently, calling her name over and over again without giving up, but he never got any response. Tan Yifeng
Unable to accept it, he looked at the lifeless woman in his arms in disbelief. Just a few days ago, he had seen her sitting quietly under the candlelight, embroidering small clothes for their child.
He should have taken her away at that time, even if she didn't want to at that time, but as time goes by, she will eventually forgive him, instead of lying in his arms without breathing or heartbeat now.
Tan Yifeng hated himself for not being able to take her away from here and letting her leave this world with regrets and regrets. Through the bead curtain, he saw Heihu holding a long sword and standing outside the bead curtain looking expressionlessly.
He seemed to be waiting for him to get better before getting up and struggling, but Tan Yifeng suddenly smiled.
He said, "Shuer, you are so stupid. Do you think they will let me go if you die? Do you think that even if they let me go, I will live alone and peacefully? Why are you so stupid?
Shu'er..."
Tan Yifeng smiled bitterly and smiled, but he found a hint of bitterness in the corner of his mouth. He actually discovered that he could actually cry.
"Shu'er, it's so cold on the road to Huangquan. How can I trust you to go alone?"
As he spoke, he reached out and slowly picked up the long sword that had been thrown aside. He raised his hand and pointed the tip of the sword at his abdomen, piercing it in without mercy, watching the blood gushing out staining his own clothes.
He turned red, but he smiled softly without any pain.
He pulled the sword away from his body and threw it aside. He freed his hands and hugged Concubine Shu tightly, as if she was still alive. He quietly approached her ear and said: "Shu'er, wait a minute.
I, this time, I will never leave you alone..."
The entire inner room was suddenly filled with the strong smell of blood. Black Tiger looked at the two people lying on the ground with an indifferent expression, hugging each other until they died. He put the long sword into the tip of the sword expressionlessly, turned around and walked out.
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Yuwen Haoyu stood outside the palace, staring intently at the plum blossom tree not far from the door of Concubine Shu. The bright red plums were covered with white snow, with only a little bit of red showing. There was a shyness about welcoming but refusing, and he suddenly
Thinking of the bouquet of plum blossoms that Luo Ling gave him not long ago, he would not let her know what happened here today. His Ling'er should be carefree, and he did not want her to be upset.
Just as he was thinking about it, Black Tiger walked out of the palace and stopped behind Yuwen Haoyu.
"How?" Yuwen Haoyu asked coldly.
"Back to the Emperor, Concubine Shu committed suicide out of fear of crime, and another person committed suicide." Black Tiger nodded and replied, his face still has the same look that has not changed for thousands of years. Perhaps, he cannot understand the emotion of life and death, for him
In other words, it was just a stupid woman who met an equally stupid man at the wrong time, thus causing this disaster.
Therefore, feelings are the most hurtful. He hopes that one day Yuwen Haoyu will not be trapped by these. Emperors without emotions are powerful, and he, Black Tiger, is the truly powerful king.