"What happened?" Al Yungo asked impatiently, holding the wine glass.
The man didn't dare to raise his head and replied tremblingly: "That Miss Yang...she...she committed suicide..."
"What?!"
"What did you say?!"
Alyuna and Alyungo both expressed surprise at the same time.
The guard was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and tried to explain with a trembling voice, but couldn't explain a word clearly. This Miss Yang was brought back by the Second Khan himself, and she was also the sweetheart of the Little Khan. Her death...
…
"You can't even look at a useless thing!" Al Yungo angrily pulled out the short knife from his waist and waved his hand. The guard stared in disbelief and covered his neck.
Fall back.
Al Yungo just glared at the pretentious Al Yungo, then turned around and left the tent.
The cold wind was so bitter that the people in the house couldn't help but shiver.
Everyone knew that Al Yunguo was ruthless, so they didn't dare to say anything. Even Al Dentai didn't say anything, he just raised his chin up and down and took a long sip of wine in a muffled voice.
I saw the wine stain flowing into his thick beard from the corner of his mouth, but he just raised his sleeve and wiped it away without looking at it and said lightly: "Take it up."
Ardentai's attitude was no longer as ambiguous as before, which made several tribal leaders present slightly shocked.
Maybe the situation in Dongjue will change next? It’s not impossible.
Although he is the young khan of Dongjue, Aryuna has been to this dungeon only a handful of times. It is a place of humiliation for both Dajin captives and Dongjue slaves.
As soon as he stepped into the iron door with his front feet, the cold, damp corrosive smell of the dungeon mixed with the strong smell of blood hit his face. Alyuna's breath suddenly stagnated, and his feet seemed to be filled with lead. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move forward.
go out.
"Little Khan..." The guard in the cell had been standing in fear outside the cell door. His eyelids jumped when he saw Al Yunna suddenly appearing on the steps, and he lowered his head and tried to explain, "Little Khan, we didn't expect this.
Miss Yang..."
"Shut up!" Aryuna shouted angrily and rushed to the cell.
Dabaragan, who followed him, used his tall body to stop the man outside the door, pouted his lips, and signaled him to stop talking and get out.
Yang Jinxi closed her eyes at this time and lay quietly on the straw mat in the dungeon, breathing weakly. A black short knife was inserted into her chest, and it was inserted straight into her heart.
If he guessed correctly, the short knife must be the one he sent her a message before leaving. But if it was really that knife, it must have pierced her heart by now.
"What's wrong with her?" Al Yuna looked away silently, unsure, and then asked cautiously, "Is Wanjie Dan useful?"
The witch doctor shook his head, got up from the ground, and sighed regretfully: "Little Khan... you know that Wanjie Dan can only detoxify, and Miss Yang has a stab wound... just pull it out, and you may not be able to stop the bleeding."
of……"
"Is there no other way?" Al Yunna swallowed harder.
"Little Khan," the witch doctor nodded slightly and said piously and respectfully, "Maybe this is what Changshengtian means. From now on, there will be no one who can threaten you..."
"Let's go." Aryuna didn't want to accept this reality from the bottom of her heart, so she directly issued an eviction order, "I want to stay with her for a while."
The witch doctor opened his mouth and wanted to persuade him some more, but when he lowered his eyes and saw the woman who was holding back the pain without saying a word, she retreated silently.
If she is really willing to follow the little Khan wholeheartedly, with the wealth behind her and the favor of the little Khan, she will definitely enjoy endless honor in the future.
"However, it turns out that the women of Dajin are not all weak and useless women." The witch doctor sighed. At this time, there was some admiration in her eyes that she was not even aware of.
Why didn't Yang Jinxi kill herself directly? Because she wanted to see Al Yuna again at the last moment of her life.
"Al Yun Na..." She slowly opened her eyes, and unexpectedly met Al Yun Na's pity-filled eyes. No one had ever seen him look so sad before, and Yang Jinxi was also slightly startled.
"Yeah." Aryuna responded softly, but did not step forward.
It was just one syllable, and only he himself knew how much strength he had used to suppress the helplessness and frustration that was about to come out.
Seeing that he was motionless, Yang Jinxi just twitched the corner of his mouth slightly.
"In this life, I, Yang Jinxi, am worthy of my grandfather and father, worthy of the Yang family, and worthy of Dajin, but I am only ashamed of my own thoughts..." She stared blankly at the dark top of herself, with tears in her eyes.
The light flickered, "Alyuna, I am very happy with you, but our ending has been destined for a long time. Can you...can you hug me?"
After knowing each other for so long, she has never revealed such a cautious tone. In Al Yun's heart, Yang Jinxi will always be bright and confident, and occasionally she will be shy like a little girl.
"Okay." Al Yunna choked even more, not daring to say another word for fear of revealing his emotions.
He slowly walked over, sat next to Yang Jinxi, and naturally put his arm around her shoulders. The two of them leaned together, harmoniously and tenderly, just like they did in Yacun.
"Do we have to go to this point?" Al Yuna looked at her face that was pale due to excessive blood loss, and her heart ached, "What should I do in the future?"
Hearing this, Yang Jinxi smiled lightly and joked feebly: "You are the little Khan of Dongjue. In the future... there will be countless women in the future... maybe they will forget me in a few years.
What to do."
"Jin Xi!" Al Yunna shouted softly, but a feeling of powerlessness immediately swept through his body.
Yang Jinxi has long been accustomed to the dim light, so in her eyes, she can see Al Yuna's frown, pursed lips, and all his expressions.
"My grandfather has taught me since I was little that if the family and the country cannot have both worlds together..." Yang Jinxi blinked her wet eyes, raised her hand and placed it on his cheek as if nothing had happened, "It is the Yang family who are willing to sacrifice themselves to protect the country."
Dabaragan stood outside the door and kept rubbing his hands. Although he was the strongest in the grassland, he could not withstand the biting cold wind that was inevitable.
"Jin Xi!——"
Al Yuna suddenly heard a roar from behind, and he was so frightened that he immediately turned around and rushed in. The remaining guards stared at the door dumbfounded, not daring to move or enter.
"Xiao Ke..." Fortunately, Dabaragan closed his mouth in time, but he couldn't take back his wide eyes.
I saw that the short knife on Yang Jinxi's chest had been stuck on the ground not far away, and Al Yunna covered her bleeding chest and asked repeatedly in a hoarse voice: "Why... why..."
All this happened without warning, Yang Jinxi had made up her mind.
"I was born in Dajin. Even if I like you, I will never be able to commit myself to Dongjue until my death. So in this life, you should be the king of Dongjue. If there is a next life... it would be great if we could meet in different identities."
The blood at the corner of Yang Jinxi's mouth couldn't be stopped, and it started to flow downwards when she opened her mouth, "Then I have no regrets..."
Aryuna's face was stained with bright red blood, her eyes were astringent, and tears suddenly poured down her face.
"Okay, I promise you." He held Yang Jinxi's hand tightly, "In the next life, you will not be the Yang family of Daijin, and I will no longer be the little Khan of Dongjue. Let's live a happy life... Jinxi
I promise you……"
This is God's final decision. What's the use of your promise to me? Yang Jinxi obviously wanted to laugh at him, but found that she could no longer open her mouth. The appearance of the person in front of her had become increasingly blurry. She knew that her time had come, so she
No longer forced.
Being able to die in Alyuna's arms in the end would be no regrets for her.
After this incident, Aryuna locked himself in a tent for several days. No one knew what his mood was when he buried this wealthy woman.
From then on, the Dongjue people no longer dared to mention the three words "Yang Jinxi", and everyone kept it secret. However, Al Yunguo thought that he had achieved a short-term victory and was a little complacent.
Al Yunduo returned to Dongjue quietly and returned to the grassland that he had longed for, but there was no joy as he had imagined.
Everyone was talking privately: After their princess came back from the Dajin Palace, she seemed to have turned into a lifeless doll. There was no other expression on her face except indifference. She was still the same pistachio as before.
.
"Princess Yunduo, are we still missing the Khan?"
Al Yunduo raised his head and glanced at the maid in front of him who was specially chosen by his father. Although she had a somewhat golden appearance and a somewhat similar expression, she was not Celadon after all.
"Well..." She put her head on her knees sadly and said listlessly, "No, no one... By the way, Axiang, where is my brother? Is he still in the tent?"
Naturally, Ah Xiang would not think that she was talking about the Second Khan. She shook her head and sighed: "The little Khan left before dawn this morning."
"Gone?" Al Yunduo suddenly raised his head and asked, "Where did you go?"
"Don't worry, princess. Of course the little Khan is going to the front line. The war is tight now and we can't delay." Axiang said with a smile.
"Oh." Al Yunduo responded lightly, hugged his legs and stopped talking.
She suddenly felt that her brother was worse off than she was. Although she and Tong Zhuo may not meet each other again in this life, she still had a trace of thoughts about her brother but he had lost the one he loved forever.
Suddenly thinking of something, Al Yunduo suddenly stood up and walked towards the door.
"Princess Yunduo, where are you going?" Axiang called urgently, standing up and wanting to follow her.
"Don't follow me!"
After being shouted at, Axiang could only stand there blankly, not daring to take another step, and could only watch helplessly as she trotted out.
Al Yunduo found the man among the sheep without any suspense. The hot breath and the cold air in the air formed a mist, swirling and dissipating in front of his eyes.