Blood slowly escaped from the corner of Feng Chuyang's mouth, and he was unsteady on his feet. The guards behind him rushed forward to support him and asked in a low voice: "Third Prince, shall I inform Commander Cha?"
Feng Chuyang said in a deep voice: "Notify Commander Zha to withdraw the troops." He threw away the guards and took a few steps forward. His lips were purple and he smiled miserably: "Miss Wei..." His voice was almost choked, but his eyes were surprisingly gentle.
: "I... have done two wrong things in my life... One is that I should not have listened to the sorcerer's words, believed them to be true, and seen your beautiful face in the scroll every day; the other is that I should not have kidnapped you...
"
If he hadn't kidnapped her, he wouldn't have had so many opportunities to get along with her, allowing him to see a woman's ice-snow intelligence, her every smile, her risk of death, and all her peerless grace.
So when he found out that she was staying just so that he could kill fewer people and lose fewer soldiers, he admitted it. He still asked her again and again if she would return to Kyoto with him to get married.
It's not the temptation of a status like a prince's concubine, but just a man's admiration for a woman, his deep admiration.
So when he discovered that Yan Wei'er's heart had never left Ji Lianbienuo and was always so indifferent to him and always so decisive, he accepted Yan Wuchen's suggestion and let Yan Wuyue, who had a similar appearance,
He and Yan Wuyou had a good night together.
At the moment when they were in love, he was extremely happy, but also extremely sad. There were countless voices in his heart shouting "Wei'er". Wherever he looked, the softness and charm of the two women could not compare to Yan Wei'er.
Calm demeanor? Even if she is angry, she is still so beautiful.
Actually, even the similarity in appearance is irreplaceable.
It turns out that a woman can be so beautiful. She is more beautiful than a beautiful country, and more desirable than money and power.
So his desire changed from being involved in the country to eating at the same table with her every day. The former was within his reach, but the latter was like mountains and flowing clouds, out of reach.
He doesn't need his kingdom anymore. He just wants to join hands with this woman for the rest of his life. Even if this woman has had a husband or children, he doesn't care, not at all.
"If you get this girl, you will win the world." He wanted this girl not to win the world, but because he could give up the world for her.
Yan Wei'er didn't look at him, even glancing at him was an eyesore. She just squatted next to Jasmine, held her hand, and said softly: "Moli, hold on, you must hold on. I want you to stay with me in the future."
I, I will never drive you away again, I will never drive you away again..."
However, Jasmine's hands were getting colder and colder, her eyes were closed, and her breathing was getting weaker and weaker.
Yan Wei'er bit her lip, stood up, pointed at Feng Chuyang and said crisply: "Feng, retreat immediately. I will take Jasmine back to treat the injury. If there is another moment of delay, I, Ji Lian, will annihilate Kyoto, even if the battle comes.
The last soldier or soldier will never make things easier for you."
She was originally compassionate, but now she was so angry that she just wanted to bloodbath Kyoto and never let the people of the Feng family live a good life.
Feng Chuyang spat out another mouthful of blood. With a wave of his hand, his soldiers stepped aside and said, "You can leave."
His mood was waning, but he still had a smile on his face, just like one morning when they were having breakfast together, he told her something interesting, and when he saw her chuckle, he was filled with joy.
Suddenly, an arrow hidden in the dark shot towards Yan Weier from another direction.
The arrow was like the wind. Qin Sangong was faster than the wind. He actually held the arrow shaft with his hand, and the tip of the arrow had already reached Yan Wei'er's heart.
At the same time, Jilenbino waved his hand and the dart sank into the grass. Immediately, one of his subordinates rushed towards the grass and dragged out a person.
The person who frequently shoots hidden arrows is none other than Yan Wuchen.
He was hit by a dart in his neck and his collar was dyed red with blood. He took his last breath, hating Jilian Bino and Yan Weier.
Seeing that Feng Chuyang wanted to let Jilianbino and others go, how could he swallow this, so he hid in the dark and wanted to shoot Jilianbino.
But later he changed his mind. Only by killing Yan Wei'er can he truly take revenge. The two men went to war and were surrounded by hundreds of thousands of troops. I am among you, and you are among me. In fact, if we go to the bottom of it,
Just for a woman.
So he wanted to kill this woman, even though this woman was his sister. However, he never regarded this woman as his sister.
He was so eager for revenge that he didn't even think about how to exit the scene after the shooting or how to protect himself. To kill Yan Wei'er, not only Ji Lianbienuo wanted to kill him, but Feng Chuyang also wanted to kill him. He knew all this very well.
But he couldn't care anymore. His eyes gradually became blurred, and he fell into a pool of blood.
Feng Chuyang made no excuse, this was not his instruction. He saw deep hatred in Yan Weier's eyes, a hatred that was chilling to the bone.
People passed by him, bringing with them a cool breeze.
Hua Yi carefully hugged Jasmine and walked forward step by step.
Ji Lianbienuo supported Yan Wei'er and left. Anu, also covered in blood, followed behind everyone.
The entire mountain forest was so silent, and the strange air was filled with the smell of blood.
Feng Chuyang's face became more and more purple, and a trace of black blood continued to flow from the corner of his mouth, and he was completely unaware of it.
He still had that soft smile, looking at the leaving figure of Yan Wei'er. He didn't want to close his eyes for a moment, for fear that if he closed them, he would never see her again.
Even if it's just a back view, it's still good.
He really wanted to ask her if she could get to know him first if there was an afterlife? This thought was so tender that tears shed from his eyes.
He seemed to hear her questioning: "You seem to be at ease with kidnapping other people's wives."
He seemed to see her holding the copybook and waving it in front of Xiao Wu: "Did you see it? This looks like a man's handwriting!"
He seemed to hear her soft tone echoing in his ears: "Your eyes are stained red with blood. You think you are sober, but in fact you are drunk."
Ah, yes, in fact, he was always drunk to the point of unconsciousness, always obsessed with the world, until finally, he was obsessed with this beautiful woman.
Feng Chuyang's body softened, and he knelt on the ground, smiling long and sadly: "I am not in my hometown, but in a foreign land, and I miss you so much. Worry fills the window, and I think about it carefully. I laugh at the moon and feel crazy."
His voice seemed particularly frightening in the mountains and forests, with endless pain: "No...don't...worry...I...hahaha..." The long smile turned into a sob: "I understand too.
"
With a bang, Feng Chuyang fell to the ground.
Yan Wei'er's footsteps stopped when she heard him reciting that poem. She was very drunk that day, and he also recited this poem, fell to the ground, and asked her, "Why are you doing this to me?"
?I’m so good to you, why do you do this to me?”
When she stopped, Ji Lianbienuo also stopped with her. Until Feng Chuyang said, "Don't worry about me-----I understand too."
Yan Weier suddenly realized why he had recited it so sadly when he was drunk. It turned out that at that time, he already knew the true meaning of this poem.
At that moment, the pain in Yan Wei'er's heart slowly spread. The lonely past events in his childhood that he had told her emerged clearly. He was a prince, but he was the prince born of a humble maid.
She is just a concubine of the Yan family. She has been disliked by others since she was a child and has been beaten and scolded by others.
Although he is a prince, he has to be on guard against being assassinated every day, poisoning his wine, poisoning his food, and fighting in the harem. Many princes cannot grow up safely, so he lives a cautious life, not talking to others, and not caring about others.
Get close to people.
When one day, his biological mother was also killed, he deeply realized the importance of power. Only when he became the emperor could he truly survive.
He was not born with a passion for killing, but only by killing can he protect himself.
The hatred in Yan Wei'er's eyes gradually faded away, but unfortunately Feng Chuyang could no longer see it. She was a concubine, so she especially understood the embarrassment of that status.
Everyone knows that she is a young lady, but her life is worse than that of a maid. Everyone knows that he is a prince, so he will become a stumbling block for someone who has gained power in the future, and he will be killed.
Their fates actually have many similarities.
Ji Lianbienuo held Yan Wei'er's cold hand and straightened her messy hair: "That was Yan Wuchen's own intention, not Feng Chuyang's original intention." His sincere and trusting gaze, gently
fell on her eyes.
The two looked at each other, and a thousand words turned into clear eyes, silent and even louder.
In such a heartbreaking scene, how could Ji Lianbino not know that Feng Chuyang was no longer in love with the woman in front of him because of the prophecy of "if you get this girl, you will get the world".
However, who wouldn’t love such a woman? Fortunately, he was the one she loved deeply. That poem was her expression of lovesickness to him.
But Feng Chuyang can only linger outside the words.
Quilenbino calmly and gently looked at the soldiers and horses in the mountains and forests, each returning to his own team. Not fighting was Weier's wish, and in fact it was everyone's wish.
Yan Wei'er fell back and approached Feng Chuyang. Anu followed suit and refused to leave even a step.
Feng Chuyang fell to the ground and was supported in the arms of the guards. His face had gradually turned black, and there was still blood at the corners of his mouth, and even the blood was black.
Yan Wei'er let out a long sigh, held the wooden hairpin in his hand, turned the hairpin head gently, and shot a needle into Feng Chuyang's neck. He said to the guard: "Help him rest and take good care of him. In two hours,
, if he wakes up, he will be saved." After saying that, he took Anu and left calmly.
One shot is the poison, the other is the antidote.
In the carriage, Yan Wei'er took out the arrow from Jasmine's body, stopped the bleeding, injected two more needles, and simply treated the wound.
Hua Yi hugged Jasmine's increasingly cold body, his heart trembling for a while. He called out in a low voice: "Jasmine, Jasmine, wake up, don't sleep, talk to me, okay?"
Jasmine's lips were pale and she managed a smile: "What do you want to say?"
"Tell me how many children we are going to have? Jasmine, tell me, do you prefer the first child to be a boy or a girl?" Hua Yi asked gently.
Jasmine thought for a while and gasped: "Yi... if... I'm no longer here... you marry another woman... and bear... a child for you..."
Two drops of Hua Yi's tears fell on Jasmine's face, warm and lingering: "Jasmine, don't talk nonsense, I only want you, I only want you to bear my child for me..."
Yan Wei'er, who was standing aside, couldn't help but look away, with tears streaming down her face.