This host can handle it, let her be the villain, she is the real deal

Chapter 364 Chapter Humility (Extra)

If life is like the first time I saw it, what is the autumn wind and the sad painting fan.

Warm blood sprayed on his face, staining his eye sockets red.

At that moment, he could feel that his heart seemed to have stopped.

Girls don't like to wear plain colors, they always look as rich and elegant as a blooming peony. At this moment, the white clothes on her body have already been dyed red.

His slender and thick eyelashes were still stained with blood. He rushed over and staggered forward, unable to hold back the fear and panic in his heart.

With a bang, his legs went limp uncontrollably, his knees hit the ground, and his lips trembled uncontrollably.

He raised his hand and covered the girl's neck with blood gushing out in an extremely stupid way. The warm and bright blood flowed more and more, and flowed out from between his fingers.

The girl opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, her eyelashes trembled violently.

Cheng Qiangong lowered his head, trying to show a smile, tears blurred his eyes, he smiled, his voice was gentle, "Why are you so stupid? Why are you so stupid..."

"I never wanted to kill you, everything I said is true..."

He said that as long as Shen Yue turns around, he will make Shen Yue fulfill his wish, marry her, love her, respect her, and never leave her.

At that time, they will stay away from the court, stay away from disputes, stay away from conspiracy, and live a life of idleness and worldliness.

Just the two of them.

Everything has been calculated, except that Shen Yue doesn't want to accept the appointment.

Shen Yue didn't believe him at all.

Shen Yue thought that he and Shen Yaojin were in the same group, and that what he said was just to deceive her.

Silly.

Too stupid.

"I like you, can't you see it?" He leaned close to Shen Yue's ear, and softly said the love hidden in his heart that had already taken root and sprouted into a towering tree, as if it would never be exhausted, then The deep love and the impact on his nerves made him soften and panic every time.

The girl lowered her eyes halfway, and when she opened her mouth, blood flowed out.

Half of his snow-white face was stained with blood.

She should be in pain, and her whole body was shaking, but she still struggled to pronounce one syllable.

"No, no, heavy, yes..."

There was a brief blank on his face for a moment, and he choked up a short and hasty sob, as if he was laughing, but his face became full of blackness and hostility because of the extreme pain.

He said: "Okay, it's really not important. If you die, those promises will be void. I want to marry someone else. Do you remember Miss Yun from Xuzhou? She is very good."

The strong smell of blood on the tip of his nose, his confused thinking, unable to control what he was talking about, he just desperately wanted to keep this person.

So those words were basically spoken without passing through the brain.

"Are you going to watch me marry someone else?"

As long as you stay, there is no one else.

His eyes were red, obviously he seemed to be the one who held the sovereignty, but he seemed like a humble supplicant.

Hot tears gushed out of his eyes, dripped down on the girl's face, and swallowed large swaths of water marks.

He didn't even notice that he was crying, he opened his mouth to speak, and a suppressed sob squeezed out of his throat.

"You stay, I don't want anyone else."

The girl was very weak, her breathing gradually became very light, and the blood flowed more and more, she was about to die.

Her last words before she died.

"But I don't want you anymore," she said.

At that moment, my heart seemed to be suspended in the abyss, and finally broke into pieces.

The girl has closed her eyes.

He only felt a biting chill spread to his limbs and bones, and then climbed up his back to his skin. His whole body felt as if he had fallen into a cellar of ice, and he trembled uncontrollably.

"Your Highness."

At first, he just yelled softly, his voice was soft, as if he was waking up a child who was sleeping late, and he even subconsciously held his breath.

The only response to him was the silence of the hall.

The quiet self-rest was like Ling Chi. On his forehead and neck, the veins bulged. It was a patch of red, which burned his eyes, and his throat seemed to be blocked by a piece of flesh and blood.

"Your Highness..."

From the gentle whisper at the beginning, it turned into a heart-piercing roar.

"Shen Yue!"

"Shen Yue, you can't leave me, Shen Yue, don't want me, don't want me..."

He clenched his teeth, with a smell of blood in his mouth, lowered his head, and pressed his face against Shen Yue's heart, calmly without any beating.

Immediately, a terrible pain swept over him, he could no longer suppress the sob in his throat, and the string in his mind was completely broken.

As if going crazy, he hugged the person in his arms tightly, his face still pressed against her chest, his trembling voice kept begging, each sound more miserable, "I was wrong! I was wrong!"

"Don't want me, I don't want others, I lied to you, I never thought of wanting others." Tears flowed out uncontrollably, and there was a deep, trembling sound in my chest, like an echo in the valley Crying, "Don't do this to me, don't do this, don't do this..."

The person in her arms closed her eyes forever, and her body became colder and colder. She could never respond to his words again.

Just like she said.

She doesn't want him anymore.

"Fool, fool."

His voice was low and hoarse, and he seemed to be trembling with weeping blood. He lowered his head and let his messy black hair sway in the wind, making it hard to see the expression on his face.

The corners of the eyes are moist, and the eyes are scarlet.

He let out a desperate and violent wild laughter, the laughter was sharp and shrill, revealing an indescribable sense of despair.

His laughter has been echoing in the empty hall, and the sound resounded far away.

That crazy and insane appearance is hardly the same person as the elegant Cheng Qiangong.

He was in so much pain that he wished he could dig out his whole heart. If he didn't have a heart, he wouldn't be in pain.

His eyes turned black, and the smell of blood in his throat became more and more intense. He couldn't bear it anymore, turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Before he fell into a coma, he still hugged the person in his arms tightly, not letting go for a moment.

-

The warm sunlight shone down through the lush and fresh green leaves, casting a golden light and shadow on the ground.

The snow-white and beautiful person sat on the tree, crying silently, her black and beautiful eyes were filled with tears, she was very afraid of heights, and didn't dare to look down at all.

Until a cold and tender boyish voice came.

"Your Highness, what are you doing up there?"

She lowered her head tremblingly, and a young man in white clothes appeared under the tree at some time, with a face like jade, looking up at her, with puzzlement on his handsome and elegant face.

Nervously and frightened, she grabbed the corner of her clothes, and she spoke with a milky voice, "It's so high, I dare not go down."

After speaking, his eyes were red again.

The boy's brows and eyes were soft, showing a shallow smile, he opened his arms, his eyes were clear, reflecting the figure on the branch.

"Your Highness, jump down, and I will catch you."

She was still a little scared, but the boy was too gentle and dispelled the fear in her heart, so she jumped down.

The boy looked at her like a fragile and beautiful butterfly falling into his arms, soft and small.

Because she was afraid, she still closed her eyes tightly, and did not dare to open them until she fell into the warm embrace of the young man. She raised her eyes, her dark eyes were bright, filled with admiration and joy.

The sound is crisp and sweet.

"Humble brother!"

-

Cheng Qiangong didn't make it through this winter, he vomited blood every day, and there was a strong death breath between his brows and eyes.

On the last day of the winter solstice, the sun came out.

He was lying on the bed and couldn't get up anymore. He turned over with difficulty and looked out the window. The sun was shining brightly, just like meeting a girl for the first time.

The girl tugged on his sleeve, full of attachment: "Brother Qiangong, Brother Qiangong."

She is calling him.

Full of joy, the young man had great ambitions and failed to live up to his sincerity.

When he wanted to turn back, that person was already gone, and the other party didn't want him long ago.

He coughed up blood again, and there was a blood clot blocking his airway for breathing.

His vision became more and more blurred, and he felt a sense of suffocation.

In his life, he has lived up to the world, the expectations of the public, and only the Qing.

If there is an afterlife, he wants to be a towering ancient tree in front of Shen Yue's yard.

When the weather is cool, he will shelter from the wind and rain.

When it's hot, he shades the sun and shakes the wind.

Perhaps even luckier, Shen Yue climbed on his body to play, would sit on his branch and play around, carefree and full of gold and jade.

This is enough.

-

On the third day of February in the fifth year of the Yuan Dynasty, Shen Yaojin succeeded to the throne and changed his year name to Shushu.

Huo Dao wanted to rebel, Shen Yaojin had already noticed it, and set up a net, Huo Dao was defeated.

This Huo knife is like an irrational beast. It will bite anyone it sees. The bloody smell on its body is very strong, as if it crawled out of a corpse.

Numerous guards surrounded him.

The man was dressed in black, with blood marks at every step.

The deep eyes were blood-colored, like fireworks all over the sky, exuding danger like an abyss, like a hell Shura.

The expression on his face was almost insane.

Huo Dao asked gently: "She is dead, why are you still alive?"

"You should go down with her."

"She'll be happy."

Every word was stopped, and every sentence was full of paranoia and stubbornness.

Shen Yaojin stood on a high position, with the gorgeous and solemn dragon chair behind her, listening to Huo Dao's words, she didn't even tremble with her thick eyelashes.

He spoke slowly, unhurriedly, "You can't kill me, and, if it wasn't for you, she wouldn't have died either."

It's easy to push all the faults on others, as if he didn't do anything, just like an outsider.

Huo Dao seemed to be stunned, his eyes were blank and empty, like a soul that had been hollowed out, his lips squirmed subconsciously twice, but he didn't make any sound.

My heart hurts for a while, as if being pricked by a thin and sharp needle.

Sour pain.

Shen Yaojin's words were like a red-hot iron on his heart.

His Highness seemed to be looking at him calmly again in his mind, without disbelief, just looking at him so calmly.

ask him.

why?
He also responded indifferently.

You can't, Your Highness.

The corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily. Huo Dao had never been afraid before. He was not afraid on the battlefield, and he was not afraid when he was about to die. Can move his emotions.

But what about now?
Finally, his lips couldn't help trembling, and his heart seemed to be clenched tightly by a big hand, until it was bloody and bloody, he couldn't breathe.

He knelt on the ground, showing a dazed look.

He rubbed his chest in doubt, why did he always feel like he lost something important.

He has to find it!

It has to be found!
With a burst of energy, Huo Dao broke through the heavy encirclement, he escaped, and no one knew where he went.

I don't know whether he is dead or alive.

It seems that someone has seen it, saying that there is a lunatic who is crazy all day long, always running around, gurgling and talking crazy.

"Your Highness, where are you, Your Highness?"

"Stop playing peek-a-boo, it's not fun at all."

"Wooooooow, I can't find it, I can't find it..."

-

After becoming the emperor, there was basically no free time. Shen Yaojin was very busy, with endless memorials and things to deal with, so there was no time for him to think about other things.

It's just that I often can't sleep at night.

He is lame and suffers from pain every rainy season, which often tortures him.

The rain fell everywhere, washing the green trees, the light in the house was dim, and the rain was rushing.

The severe pain from his knees and calves made him sleep unsteadily, and thin cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He supported his head, and saw half of the memorial on the case table, because of the pain in his leg, he didn't sleep all night.

In a daze, it seemed that soft and cool fingertips brushed his cheek lightly, like a gust of wind.

"Does it hurt?"

The gorgeous and extravagant voice is very gentle.

He was in so much pain, I don't know if it was because of the pain or something else, the tip of his nose was sore, tears welled up.

That familiar and gentle tone made him unable to bear to reveal his rare side in front of that person, acting coquettishly and aggrieved, showing a simple and honest foolishness.

"It hurts, it hurts so much, I want my fourth brother to cry."

The other party didn't want to touch him, let alone give him huhu, and was very disgusted: "Don't come to me when you know it hurts, idiot."

He was disappointed, sad, and angry.

Gritting his teeth irritably, he stared at her.

Shouting at her: "Okay, then I will never appear in front of you again, are you happy? Are you satisfied?"

The bitterness weighed heavily on his heart, making him suffocate from the pain.

He was angry, his brows twitched slightly, showing a trace of anxious restlessness.

"I'm leaving."

He stared intently, and said sternly, "Go! Go quickly! I hate you so much! Don't obstruct my eyes anymore!"

The angry and violent voice seemed to have exhausted all the strength in his body, his eyes were red, and tears could not help falling down.

Like a lost child at nightfall, a depressive cry came out of his throat, choked and unable to make a sound.

"you left……"

"You are gone, what should I do..."

The voice gradually turned into a crying voice.

That person really left, no matter how Shen Yaojin searched, he couldn't find it.

There was a loud thunder and lightning in the sky, and Shen Yaojin was awakened with a severe headache. The room was dark, and the pain in her chest and the bitterness in her throat had overshadowed the severe pain in her legs.

He touched his face in a daze, only to realize that tears had already flowed down his face.

He cried and laughed.

He never wanted this throne.

It was just for that person that he tried his best to snatch it.

Now that she is gone, what is the meaning of the throne?
　There is a bit of repetition in the back, just refresh it later (shamelessly reach out for tickets~)

　　
　
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