"I love you. I love you." Afraid that Bu Chenche wouldn't believe it, Qiao Shuang'er lowered her head and kissed Bu Chenche's bleeding red lips, sobbing.
Bu Chenche hugged Qiao Shuang'er tightly and kissed Qiao Shuang'er with his last strength. "I love you too."
Qiao Shuang'er felt the body in her arms sinking, and the hands holding her body also fell. Qiao Shuang'er hugged Bu Chenche's body excitedly and shouted, crying at a loss. It seemed that The whole sky fell down.
"Don't leave me. Don't leave me..." Qiao Shuang'er whispered absentmindedly while holding Bu Chenche's gradually cold body.
Duan Yuliu pushed away Ye Xieming who was restraining him and walked to Qiao Shuang'er. He hugged Qiao Shuang'er into his arms. "It's okay. It's okay."
Qiao Shuang'er raised her head and her eyes were full of tears. Her eyes were blank. "Brother Yuliu, is he angry with me? Is he angry with me because I have been thinking about Zhenqi in my heart? But I only love him. Only love him."
"I understand. I know." Duan Yuliu patted Qiao Shuang'er's back heartbrokenly. He raised his eyes and looked at Jing Yirong not far away. The reproach in his eyes was self-evident.
Qiao Shuang'er suddenly raised her head and looked at Jing Yirong who was standing aside. Her sword was still stained with Bu Chenche's blood.
Qiao Shuang'er put down Bu Chenche and walked to Jing Yirong, with tears streaming down her face. "Why. Why do you want to kill him? Aren't you friends? Do you know that he has looked for you countless times in the five years since you disappeared."
Jing Yi's hands tightened unconsciously. The moment she killed Bu Chenche, she also lost her only friend. Yes, they were friends. Friends with very similar personalities.
"Speak." Qiao Shuang'er roared bitterly. She hated Jing Yirong's silence.
"He must die." That was all Jing Yirong could say.
"What I want is a reason." Qiao Shuang'er tried her best to wipe away the tears on her cheeks. "Give me a reason why he must die."
Jing Yirong shook her head. "I can't give it."
"I can't give it." Qiao Shuang'er shed tears but smiled. "Jing Yirong, you really haven't changed at all. Five years ago, you killed Yue Ya with your own hands. Five years later, you killed Chen Che with your own hands in front of me. How can Zhenqi and I feel sorry for you? You want to torture us like this."
Jing Yirong was stunned. There was pain in his eyes.
Qiao Shuang'er didn't want to cry. She wanted to take the sword in Jing Yirong's hand and stab it into Jing Yirong's body. Let her try this kind of heart-piercing pain. But she couldn't. She couldn't do it. She didn't know martial arts. Jing Yirong cannot be killed.
Only at this moment did she realize how useless she was. She also realized that she loved Bu Chenche so much. She didn't want to open her eyes and see him leaving. She didn't have the strength in her body to support her anymore.
Qiao Shuang'er shed a tear, closed her eyes, and passed out.
"Shuang'er." Duan Yuliu stepped forward and held up Qiao Shuang'er's body, which was about to fall. "Shuang'er."
"Go find an imperial doctor for him." Jing Yirong reminded hurriedly.
Duan Yuliu picked up Jing Yirong and ran out of the palace. He said to the personal guard Bu Chenche who was standing outside the palace: "Assemble all the imperial guards to surround the palace. Don't let Ye Xieming and Jing Yirong leave."
"Yes." The guard hurried out.
Ye Xieming and Jing Yirong were surrounded by thousands of soldiers. Even the roof was full of people.
The news of Bu Chenche's murder spread immediately. The first thing Qiao Shuang'er did when she woke up was to run to Bu Chenche's mourning hall to guard her. The entire Yu Kingdom fell into an unprecedented depression. No one would have expected that their country The Lord was actually killed in the palace.
Qiao Shuang'er stayed by Bu Chenche's side and never left. Qiao Shuang'er stared at Bu Chenche who seemed to be sleeping. "Chen Che, how could you have the heart to leave me."
Scholar Tang received the news and rushed back to Yu Kingdom overnight. He looked at Qiao Shuang'er distressedly. "Shuang'er, you are still pregnant, so don't be too sad. You have to be strong for Bu Chenche. You have to give birth to this child."
"Without him, I would have no reason to be strong at all." Qiao Shuang'er stroked her belly. "If Bu Chenche's life has to be exchanged for this child, I would rather not have it."
"Don't talk nonsense." Scholar Tang scolded slightly. Duan Yuliu stood at the gate of the palace and couldn't bear to look at Qiao Shuang'er's tearful eyes. Her tears would only make Duan Yuliu's guilt deeper.
Qiao Shuang'er smiled helplessly. She didn't talk nonsense. What she said was true...
Ye Xieming and Jing Yirong have been trapped in the palace for a whole day. Time is getting shorter and shorter. Jing Yirong doesn't want to remain silent anymore. "I don't want to wait any longer."
"What are you going to do?" Ye Xieming asked.
"Bu Chenche is dead. I must order his head to be exchanged for Xiao Qier." Jing Yirong looked determined.
Ye Xieming nodded. "I'll help you deal with these troubles. You go directly to the mourning hall."
"Okay." Jing Yirong agreed with Ye Xieming's method.
The two of them kicked open the door and began to rush forward. As promised, Ye Xieming opened a bloody path for Jing Yirong, allowing Jing Yirong to rush straight to the mourning hall.
Jing Yirong dodged everyone and rushed straight into the mourning hall. The guards guarding the mourning hall drew out their swords and looked at Jing Yirong warily.
Qiao Shuang'er stood up. "Jing Yirong, what else do you want."
"Bu Chenche is dead. All I want is his head." Jing Yirong said calmly.
Qiao Shuang'er looked at Jing Yirong angrily. "You're dreaming. I won't let you touch him again."
Scholar Tang walked up to Qiao Shuang'er and expressed no understanding of Jing Yirong. "I never thought that you would kill Bu Chenche. What happened to Jing Yirong in the past five years that would make you change?" I have to make you so strange."
"Sister Tang, don't act like you are familiar with me. You don't know what kind of person I am at all." Jing Yirong's tone was stiff.
Scholar Tang looked pained. "I really don't understand you. Maybe I have never understood you."
"I don't have time to waste with you anymore. Hand over Bu Chenche and I can spare your lives." Jing Yirong's attitude was tough. She had already killed Bu Chenche, so she had nothing to worry about.
Qiao Shuang'er stood in front of Jing Yirong. "If you want to touch him, kill me first."
"You forced me to do this." Jing Yirong waved his palm and hit Qiao Shuang'er. Scholar Tang quickly took action to catch Jing Yirong's move.
Jing Yirong was vicious and did not give Scholar Tang a chance to fight back. Duan Yuliu couldn't stand it anymore and finally took action. Coupled with the guards at the mourning hall, Jing Yirong's current situation can really be called... One against a hundred.
Nalan Zhenqi appeared out of nowhere and joined the war.
Qiao Shuang'er was surprised to find that Nalan Zhenqi was helping Jing Yirong deal with Duan Yuliu. She ignored her pregnancy and moved closer to Nalan Zhenqi. "Have you forgiven her?"
Nalan Zhenqi kicked away an incoming guard and looked at Qiao Shuang'er. There was guilt and worry in his eyes. "It's too messy here. Leave quickly."
"You didn't answer my question." Qiao Shuang'er reached out and grabbed Nalan Zhenqi's clothes. "Why did you help her without asking why? She killed Yue Ya. She killed Bu Chenche."
"I'm sorry." After Nalan Zhenqi left these three words, he stabbed the guard who sneaked up on Jing Yirong with his sword.
Jing Yirong turned around and looked at Nalan Zhenqi with relief in her eyes. "I don't need you here. Go get Bu Chenche's head."
"Yes." Nalan Zhenqi killed the obstacles in front of him and approached Bu Chenche's body. Standing in front of Bu Chenche's body, Nalan Zhenqi felt a little sorry. "I'm sorry."
"No." Seeing this, Qiao Shuang'er rushed forward desperately to block Nalan Zhenqi's sword. Nalan Zhenqi sheathed the sword in shock. The sword edge still pierced Qiao Shuang'er's shoulder.
"Shuang'er." Nalan Zhenqi shouted in shock. He threw away his hand and hugged Qiao Shuang'er who was about to fall.
Qiao Shuang'er fell into Nalan Zhenqi's arms. She put her hands on Nalan Zhenqi's shoulders. "Don't. Don't touch him. Zhenqi. I beg you, please don't touch him."
Qiao Shuang'er shook her head. "I'm fine. I'm really fine. You don't have to feel bad. Zhenqi, I don't blame you for hurting me. But if you touch Bu Chenche now, I will never be able to forgive you for the rest of my life."
"Do you love him?" Nalan Zhenqi suddenly said. "Shuang'er, do you still have a place for me in your heart? He left. But you still have me. The Crescent Moon once appeared by my side. You married Bu Chen Che. Now they have all left. Maybe God just told us that our choice was wrong at the beginning, so those who love us will be punished."
Qiao Shuang'er looked at Nalan Zhenqi in surprise. She felt that he was so strange for a moment. Qiao Shuang'er released her hand holding Nalan Zhenqi's shoulder and pushed Nalan Zhenqi away regardless of the pain in her shoulder. "You are not Zhenqi. You are not the Zhenqi I know."
"I am Nalan Zhenqi. But I am indeed not the Nalan Zhenqi I used to be." Nalan Zhenqi grabbed Qiao Shuang'er's hand. "I am the king of Hades. He is the king of Yu. Our status Same. You once liked me too. Why can't you come back to me now."
"Go away. Go away." Qiao Shuang'er pushed Nalan Zhenqi away and looked at Nalan Zhenqi sadly. "How can you say such a thing? How can you. I may have been obsessed with you before. But that kind of obsession It’s not love, it’s never been. Chen Che is the only person who lets me know what love is. Whether he’s alive or dead, he’s the only one in my heart. He’s the only one.”
Qiao Shuang'er roared with all her strength. She hated Nalan Zhenqi. She hated Nalan Zhenqi like this.
There was a sudden explosion in the mourning hall. Then thick white smoke covered everyone's eyes. All the sounds of fighting disappeared. When the smoke dissipated, Bu Chenche's body also disappeared.
Qiao Shuang'er was shocked. She rushed to where Bu Chenche was hiding and cried helplessly. "Come back. Please come back."
Jing Yirong gave Nalan Zhenqi a look. Nalan Zhenqi immediately tapped Qiao Shuang'er's acupuncture points. Qiao Shuang'er lost her mind and fell asleep. Nalan Zhenqi handed Qiao Shuang'er to Scholar Tang's hands. "Take good care of him." After saying that, Nalan Zhenqi and Jing Yirong flew out and disappeared into the palace.
"I will explain this matter to you later, scholar. Take good care of Shuang'er first. Tell her that we will definitely bring Bu Chenche back unharmed." Duan Yuliu left a word and flew after Jing Yirong and his group. go out.
Ye Xieming, who was entangled with the guards in another palace, clearly saw Ye Fan taking Bu Chenche away in the darkness. After waving a palm to fight off several people, Ye Xieming easily escaped from the siege. Behind Ye Fan In hot pursuit.
Their plan worked. People from the Ye Dynasty probably wouldn't have imagined that they would also be fooled.
Scholar Tang held the sleeping Qiao Shuang'er in his arms. He thought about what Duan Yuliu said just now. After thinking for a long time, he suddenly understood that Bu Chenche was not dead, so all this was their plan. Probably except for Duan Yuliu, Jing Everyone except Yi Rong and Nalan Zhenqi must have been kept in the dark.
This is probably the saying that the less people know about the play, the more realistic it will be. Scholar Tang lowered his head and glanced at Qiao Shuang'er, who had tears on her cheeks. He was suddenly worried about how Bu Chenche would face this little girl when he came back.