Chapter 177 Reluctant Ending "Okay," Qiao Shuang'er raised her head and the tip of her nose touched Bu Chenche's. The distance between them was so close that it was like he held her in his arms that day in the palace. Bu Chenche's eyebrows kept furrowing.
With a look of joy, he lowered his head and placed his lips firmly on Qiao Shuang'er's lips. Only now did he realize that the red lips that he could not taste that day were so beautiful, just like a bright red cherry with an alluring taste in its fragrance.
It makes people want to pick more.
Qiao Shuang'er kissed herself with the fascinated Ren Buchenche. At this time, she could really feel that everything around her had disappeared. Only Buchenche was left in her world. This man was the only one for her.
The light in front of his eyes was gradually blocked. Xipa blocked the two of them. Bu Chenche took a step back and searched under the Xipa. It was only the evening. What he should give her was a beautiful night, hugging her across the Xipa.
He placed a gentle kiss on his forehead and said, "I will take off your wedding veil after I have sent all the guests away."
Qiao Shuang'er lowered her head and nodded gently. After hearing the sound of the door closing, she dared to reach out and touch her red lips. He just kissed her so tenderly and considerately. It was completely different from the person she knew before.
It turns out that there are times when he cherishes her, does this prove that he also cares about her? Otherwise, how could he marry her? Qiao Shuang'er only felt that she was as sweet as drinking honey, and she never knew that she had fallen in love with someone.
People can make people so happy.
After returning to the banquet table, Nalan Zhenqi and his party described everything that happened in the new house to Jing Yirong and Nalan Qingyi. Jing Yirong couldn't help but laugh, "Zhenqi Qiao Shuang'er
If you marry a prince, I'm afraid you won't be able to bully her anymore."
"I'm not bullying, I'm happy for her." Nalan Zhenqi thought of Qiao Shuang'er's appearance just now and still couldn't help laughing, "What if I say Shuang'er marries King Junqi and I don't know what will happen? Just
I hope King Junqi can give her happiness and make her happy."
"If you're worried, you can be the one who gives her happiness and joy," Yue Ya, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke. There was silence on the dinner table, and even Bu Chenche, who came to propose a toast, looked embarrassed.
Nalan Zhenqi glanced at the crescent moon and then at Bu Chenche, and hurriedly raised his glass, "Prince Junqi, I'd like to propose a toast to you. I wish you a happy life and a son soon. If you have time in the future, you can bring Shuang'er to join me and
Crescent Moon’s Wedding.”
Bu Chenche drank all the wine in the cup and said, "My wife and I will definitely be there for your wedding." After Bu Chenche left, there was still no one at the dinner table. Yue Ya knew that she had made Nalan Zhenqi angry.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that just now."
"Yueya, I have told you before that I only have brother-sister feelings for Shuang'er," Nalan Zhenqi looked at Yueya helplessly, "I can pretend that I didn't hear what I just said, but Prince Junqi will not forget it if he hears it. I think I
It must be a knot in his heart, I don’t want King Junqi to misunderstand Shuang’er because of me again.”
Yue Ya smiled forcefully, "I know I was too impulsive. I shouldn't have said nonsense. I punished myself with three glasses of wine." After saying that, Yue Ya poured three glasses of wine for herself in a row and drank one glass after another into her stomach. She only felt that
A pungent feeling rushed straight into her throat, causing her to choke and cough. Nalan Zhenqi stroked Yueyue's back distressedly, "It's me who should say I'm sorry. I shouldn't have reacted so much. Are you feeling better?"
Nalan Zhenqi's soft apology made Yue Ya hold back tears. How could I be willing to leave and hurt you like this? Zhenqi is sorry.
"What's wrong?" Nalan Zhenqi felt the water droplets on the back of his hand and panicked, "Why are you crying?"
"No, I just choked badly," Yue Ya wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes and smiled at Nalan Zhenqi. Nalan Zhenqi then felt relieved and put a piece of vegetables to Yue Ya's mouth, "Eat a piece of vegetables, eat a piece of vegetables
It will be much better.”
"Yes." Yue Ya opened his mouth and ate the food Nalan Zhenqi picked for him. Who will be so happy in the future that you can draw her eyebrows every day and feed her every meal?
Jing Yirong turned her face away from looking at the pain in Yue Ya's eyes, "It's getting late, hurry up and eat. I'm afraid it's going to rain soon."
"Okay." Nalan Zhijin buried his head and just focused on eating. The food in Prince Junqi's palace is really good. I don't know if I can come here to eat it more often in the future. Based on the friendship between Sister Shuang'er and myself, I should be able to come.
Halfway through the meal, raindrops began to fall. The officials in the court kept tutting at the sudden heavy rain, and one person said, "Oh, do you think God thinks so many innocent people will die tonight?"
It will rain."
"Shhh. You have to keep your voice down. Tonight is King Junqi's happy day. How can you say such mournful words? If King Junqi hears it, I think you will really lose your life."
The two people's discussion reached the ears of Jing Yirong and Yue Ya. Yue Ya looked at Nalan Zhenqi with a smile, "Zhenqi, did you come here on horseback or in a carriage?"
"The Taifu's Mansion and the Prince's Mansion are only a few streets apart. We walked directly here."
"Zhenqi, you and Zhijin go back and get some umbrellas. We'll wait for you here." Although Jing Yirong was talking to Nalan Zhenqi, his eyes fell on Yue Ya's face.
Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin left without objection. Jing Yirong turned to Xiao Yan and said, "Give me the sword in your hand. You take Qingyi to the back hall for tea and chat. I have something to say to Yue Ya.
.”
Xiao Yan looked at Jing Yirong and Yue Ya. She felt that these two people were a little strange all day today, but she had an indescribable feeling. She looked at Nalan Qingyi and said, "Master, let's go to the back hall."
Nalan Qingyi watched the two people retreat silently, somewhat understanding but somewhat confused.
Jing Yirong stood up and walked to Prince Junqi's Mansion, ignoring the heavy rain that was pouring down. Yue Ya followed closely behind. When they came to a deserted place, they were already soaked to the skin.
"If you regret it now, I won't kill you." Jing Yi's eyebrows were filled with sadness.
Yue Ya smiled bitterly, "If you don't kill me, are you going to let me kill a dozen people who have no strength to restrain their hands?"
Jing Yirong frowned deeply, "Yue Ya, I'll give you a chance. Haven't you always wanted to avenge Lie Yan? I'll treat it as the first and last time I give you a chance. I only use my moves and not my internal strength. Let's compare swordsmanship. Maybe your
My swordsmanship is superior to mine."
After saying that, Jing Yirong threw Xiao Yan's sword to Yue Ya, "Use all your moves."
"Thank you Jing Yirong." Yue Ya pulled out her sword. She understood that this battle was not for her to actually kill Jing Yirong but to fulfill her previous wish, just like venting all her hatred.
Raindrops beat mercilessly on the bodies of Jing Yirong and Yue Ya. They swung their swords and turned around with the rolling of water droplets. Jing Yirong, who had no internal strength, was really unable to resist Yue Ya in his moves. Yue Ya stabbed Jing with his sword.
Jing Yirong pressed his sword against Yi Rong's chest, "Yue Ya is indeed Lie Yan's adopted sister. If Lie Yan saw you today, he would definitely feel proud of you."
"The only thing I'm glad about after Jing Yirong's death is that I can see Brother Lieyan. This time he can't leave me anymore." Yue Ya swung away the water droplets on the sword and attacked Jing Yirong again, with a look on his face.
I can't tell whether it's tears or rain. "I used to like rainy days the most, because only in this way when I cry, Brother Lieyan won't know whether it's rain or tears."
Jing Yirong took a few steps back and waved his sword against Yue Ya's move, "No matter what happens to Yue Ya in the future, don't cry again. Crying will only make it more painful."
"Haven't you cried?"
"I cried, but I felt more pain and no other feeling. So I stopped crying for a long time, and gradually I forgot why I cried."
Yue Ya turned around to avoid Jing Yirong's stabbing sword, "When you encounter something truly sad in the future, you will understand that crying is not something we can control."
Jing Yirong and Yue Ya seemed to be competing in a martial arts competition, more like they were having a profound chat, a chat that had no content but could detect the pain in each other's hearts. One wanted to leave involuntarily, and the other couldn't.
Willing to hurt the hurt.
Jing Yirong never thought that as a killer, she would meet someone she didn't want to kill but had to kill. Is all this a punishment? She had killed so many people willfully, so God allowed her to do it in front of her.
Nalan Zhijin killed Huatang in front of Nalan Zhijin, making her and Nalan Zhijin have a nine-year agreement that they can't forget and don't want to mention. Now God wants him to kill Nalan Zhenqi's favorite woman. What is the punishment?
Is it punishing her alone, or is it punishing everyone around her as well?
Yue Ya put away her moves, "We don't have much time."
"Wait a little longer." Jing Yirong put away her sword.
Yueya smiled bitterly, "Do you want Zhenqi to see you put the sword into my heart?"
"I don't want to." Jing Yirong stroked Yumo Sword, "But I don't want Yumo Sword to kill people they don't want to kill." The Yumo Sword in Jing Yirong's hand kept shaking.
He felt so bitter that even Yumo Jian didn't want to get Yue Ya's blood on his body, so how could she do it.
Yue Ya pulled out Xiao Yan's sword again and threw it to Jing Yirong, "If you don't want Yumo Sword to be stained with my blood, just change it to another sword. If Jing Yirong kills me, consider it as a favor to me. Kill me and you won't do it again."
You owe me, not my brother Lieyan."
Jing Yirong held the long sword in his hand and pointed it at Yue Ya's heart. The heavy raindrops on the long sword made a tinkling sound that made him want to yell loudly. The hand holding the sword kept shaking. He just felt that the sword was so heavy.
Good weight.
Crescent Moon walked forward step by step, reaching out and holding the tip of the sword against his heart, "Remember? Only if you hit the heart can you completely get rid of me, otherwise my pain will be endless."
Jing Yirong closed her eyes and let the water drop on her face. There was a suffocation in her heart that could not be dissipated. Jing Yirong had no other choice but to raise her head and yell to drive away the pain in her body.
He closed his eyes and sent the sword into Yue Ya's heart.
"Crescent Moon!" A hissing, lung-breaking voice came from a distance. Jing Yirong opened his eyes in shock. There was a blank space around him. Nalan Zhenqi threw away the umbrella in his hand and ran over like crazy. The two figures beside his face
I can’t tell whether it’s tears or rain. Zhenqi, are you crying?
Nalan Zhenqi hugged Yue Ya's fallen body and saw the sword inserted from Yue Ya's body with blood. His mind was buzzing. Everything in the world was blank. Only Yue Ya's increasingly weak breathing and
The body is gradually getting colder.
Nalan Zhenqi hugged Yueya tightly, the panic and fear in his voice could not be concealed, "Yueya, Yueya, open your eyes and look at me, please open your eyes and look at me! Yueya!"
Crescent Moon's eyelashes flickered slightly, as if she was holding on with her last breath. Nalan Zhenqi immediately showed a miserable smile, "Wake up, you wake up."
Yue Ya's lips opened, Nalan Zhenqi hurriedly leaned down, and a sentence as light as the sound of a mosquito cut into Nalan Zhenqi's heart like a knife, "Don't hate Jing Yirong." This was the last sentence left by Yue Ya.
, not to avenge her, not to hate, but not to hate Jing Yirong, Nalan Zhenqi only felt that his world seemed to be in chaos.