"Brother..." Yuwen Feiyang murmured, his brows furrowed, and some vitality returned to his face.
The servants standing at the door saw them and rushed up. When they saw Yuwen Feiyang covered in blood, they all looked nervous and worked together to carry him in as quickly as possible.
Su Tong followed for a few steps, her nose felt sore, and she stopped. She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists to hold back the tears: Calculate, how much blood did he lose along the way?
800ml? 1000ml? Or more...
How could he hold on with so much blood? There were so many swords and so many holes! How could he have so much blood to drain?
The vitality that surged in that moment was clearly a flashback!
"Are you okay?" A black shadow rushed over, holding her shoulders nervously with both hands, and said eagerly, "Feiyang came back covered in blood, how are you...how are you?"
"I'm sorry..." Su Tong choked out, shaking her head and sobbing - she thought she would feel guilty for the rest of her life!
A lie deceived Yuwen Feiyang until his death, and made him feel guilty about her until his death. How could her conscience be at ease? Besides, if she hadn't underestimated the enemy and didn't take action from the beginning, he wouldn't have to die...
"Okay, okay, it's all over! It's safe here." Seeing her cry for the first time, Yu Wenmo's eyes were full of distress and panic. He put his arm on her shoulders for a long time, and finally pulled her away violently.
She pulled her into her arms, supported her with a silent hug, and comforted her...
At this moment, he could clearly feel her helplessness. At this moment, he could clearly understand that no matter how strong she looked, she was still a woman who needed protection.
"I'm sorry..." Su Tong leaned into his arms and murmured a few words. She sniffed and smelled the unfamiliar fragrance in his arms, then suddenly woke up and pushed him away.
"What are you doing here with me! Go and see Yuwen Feiyang!" Su Tong roared at him and pushed him in hard, "Do you know he is going to die? Go and see him for the last time!"
Yu Wenmo's body froze involuntarily - this was not the first time Feiyang had come back injured, and some were covered in blood. This time... he would die?!
"He was stabbed so many times! So much blood!" Su Tong shouted loudly with her eyes closed, thinking back to the scene just now, she felt extremely guilty.
Many swords?
As soon as these words came out, Yu Wenmo's face turned pale and he turned around and ran towards the house. However, because of his departure, Su Tong lost her center of gravity and fell to her knees...
The severe pain in her knees made her think a little clearer. She licked her dry lips, trying to calm down her excited emotions, and thought to herself: It turns out that there is really retribution in this world! She made Yuwen Feiyang feel guilty for a moment, and he
Make her feel guilty forever!
There was silence all around. Su Tong knelt down alone on the cold stone steps, quietly waiting for the movement inside, even though she had already guessed the ending. Picture after picture passed through her mind, and finally her thoughts suddenly clicked on a certain picture.
Stop on——
Was the half-sentence she yelled at him before he finished speaking, 'If you want me to die, I have no choice but to die'?
He definitely wasn’t reciting any poetry in a pretentious way!
What did he mean when he said this? Moreover, he was clearly about to win, but he suddenly stopped...
Su Tong's mind was running rapidly, and she shook her head involuntarily. She couldn't believe the results of her analysis - those killers were sent by the emperor! If you want to kill him, no, or rather, kill her.
The man is the emperor!
After all, the first feather arrow flew towards her head, which meant that she was the one they were chasing at the beginning! And Yuwen Feiyang just wanted to block her... She was the one who killed her
Yuwen Feiyang!
Thinking of this, Su Tong couldn't help but feel chills running down her spine, and her heart was already entangled with a complex emotion that went beyond guilt.
At this time, a painful roar came from the room, calling Yuwen Feiyang's name desperately... She could tell that the voice belonged to Yuwen Mo.
Su Tong closed her eyes in pain: she could also guess the dust-settled ending inside.
"Yuwen Feiyang, I'm sorry..." Su Tong murmured to himself and stood up slowly. He could taste the faint smell of blood coming from his lower lip. Just now, he actually bit his lip.
She wanted to reach out and wipe it, but when she raised her hand, she saw blood stains on her hand, which was shocking.
These are all worthy of Yuwen Feiyang.
"I will give you an explanation." She stared at her hands, as if speaking to Yuwen Feiyang, and spoke solemnly, then took a deep breath and turned towards the direction of the palace - she couldn't leave in a hurry yet.
, she wants to stay here and give Yuwen Feiyang an explanation!
If the king wants his minister to die, he must die, right?
So Emperor, it’s time to change this rule!
She raised her feet, carrying the blood on her hands, and left the general's mansion that was soaked in desolation. Her slender figure stubbornly headed towards the palace, step by step. Every step would change this dynasty and the entire world.
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Not long after Su Tong left, Yu Wenmo rushed out with red eyes, but did not find her figure on the steps.
"Where is she?" He pulled a servant at the door, his voice hoarse. A tall man who stood upright was also weakened and embarrassed by the despair that followed. In just one cup of tea, there was unexpectedly a look on his eyebrows.
It seems to have added ten years of vicissitudes.
"The princess didn't come in." The servant shook his head and told the truth.
Yu Wenmo clenched his fists and looked out the door, complex emotions flashing through his deep eyes - he remembered the last words left by Yu Wen Feiyang; in addition, Yu Wen Feiyang also told him that the string of beads... was in her hand.
She had that string of beads, how could she dare to enter the palace?
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Royal Palace.
Instead of the singing and dancing of the past, the palace today is immersed in a quiet and depressing atmosphere. The maids and eunuchs all feel insecure, walking with their heads lowered and not daring to say a word.