Before you can live up to the country, you must live up to your own conscience. How can such a person be corrupt? You are all lying to me."
I looked anxiously in the inner room. It was obviously something that could be explained in a few words, so why bother with it? I thought that what Yelu Zihan said about tonight being a night of right and wrong probably meant the Pan Ai incident.
Now that Pan Ai has been caught, I don't have to hide anymore.
He simply pushed open the door to the inner room and walked out, saying as he walked: "Maybe your father just doesn't want you to become the same person as him. He can be greedy or bad, but he just wants you to be a good wife and marry someone."
As your wishful husband, I will live a peaceful and ordinary life."
"you are lying!"
Pan Ai's face showed a fierce look, and a strong murderous aura rushed towards me. When I reacted, Pan Ai somehow unblocked the acupuncture points on his body and threw me to the ground. His slender hands came out of nowhere.
The strength came and strangled me to death.
Oh my god, I was so pinched that I rolled my eyes and realized that I don’t even have the ability to defend myself now, but I still had the nerve to jump out in a hurry. Isn’t this my own fault?
She just wanted to deceive herself and make herself feel better, thinking that what she did was right. I poured cold water on her at this juncture. If she didn't strangle her to death, she would really feel weird.
"ah……"
Pan Ai let out a muffled cry, and the strength on his hand became much lighter. I regained my breath a little, and then I felt something sticky dripping onto my face drop by drop. When I raised my eyes, I knew it was there.
It was the blood flowing from Pan Ai's arm.
"Didn't I tell you? No matter what happens, you can't come out." Yelu Zihan scolded me with cold eyes, and the white sword in his hand was not stained with blood.
Pan Ai smiled and leaned slowly. Sikong Fu's face slowly appeared in front of me because Pan Ai was no longer blocking his sight. He was still holding a bloody sword in his hand.
Sikong Fu supported Pan Ai's fallen body, his eyes covered with a thin layer of mist, and he looked at the person in his arms who was frowning in pain without saying a word.
Pan Ai snuggled weakly into Sikong Fu's arms, her hands seeming to use the utmost strength to grab the hem of his clothes, as if grasping the only sense of security she had left. She said with difficulty every word:
"Your Majesty, perhaps, this is our ending...the ending of killing each other."
"I have never loved... you."
"But being with you has made me feel happy."
"Sometimes I think, how wonderful it would be if you weren't... then... then!"
"Your Majesty, how many times have I had the chance to kill you?"
A tear flashed across the corner of Pan Ai's eyes.
"Can you, because I have been with you for many years...ahem, let it go, let my father go, he is old."
Unable to wait for any answer from Sikong Fu, Pan Ai's hand that tightly grasped Sikong Fu's shirt lost its strength and fell to the ground. Her stunning face was nestled peacefully in Sikong Fu's arms. If it weren't for the two lines of tears on her cheeks, just looking at this face
, I thought she was asleep, and the slightly raised corners of her mouth seemed to be in a happy dream, as if there was no family change, no life that had been calculated every day for many years, no walking on the edge of love and hate.
superior.
"Pass it to the imperial physician, pass it to the imperial physician quickly."
Sikong Fu shook Pan Ai's body vigorously, fearing that she would lose too much blood and never wake up after closing her eyes. The imperial doctor arrived soon after and hurriedly took some measures to stop the bleeding.