Wild Phoenix Playing Dragon: Chongxi Little Silly Concubine

Tan Yifeng couldn't help tightening his arms, her breath gradually disappeared, her hands were hanging powerlessly by her side, her words were still echoing in her ears just now, but now they disappeared without a trace...

"Shu'er, don't die, please, don't die..."

He buried his head deeply on her shoulder, his voice was like a screaming cub, he shook her body lightly, calling her name over and over without giving up, but he never got any response, Tan Yifeng Unable to accept it, he looked at the lifeless woman in his arms in disbelief. Just a few days ago, he saw her sitting peacefully by candlelight, embroidering small clothes for their child, He should have taken her away at that time, even if she was unwilling at that time, but after a long time, she will forgive him after all, instead of lying in his arms without breathing and heartbeat.

Tan Yifeng hated himself for not being able to take her away from here, and let her leave this world with remorse and regret. Through the bead curtain, he saw Heihu holding a long sword, standing outside the bead curtain and looking at her expressionlessly. He seemed to be waiting for his sadness to heal before getting up and struggling for a while, but Tan Yifeng suddenly smiled.

He said, "Shu'er, you are so stupid. Do you think they will let me go after you die? Do you think that even if they let me go, I will live alone and safely? Why are you so stupid? Shuer..."

Tan Yifeng smiled wryly, and smiled, but found a bit of bitterness in the corner of his mouth. He actually discovered that he could cry too.

"Shu'er, the road to Huangquan is bleak, how can you tell me to rest assured that you will go alone?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and slowly picked up the long sword that had been thrown aside, raised his hand and pointed the tip of the sword at his abdomen, and stabbed it in mercilessly, watching his own clothes stained by the gushing blood He was blushing, but he smiled lightly without any pain.

He pulled the sword away from his body and threw it aside, while he freed his hand and hugged Concubine Shu tightly as if she was still alive. He quietly approached her ear and said, "Shu'er, wait I, this time, I will never leave you alone..."

The entire inner room was immediately filled with a strong smell of blood. Heihu looked indifferently at the two lying on the ground, hugging each other until death, put the long sword into the tip of the sword expressionlessly, turned and walked out .

Yuwen Haoyu stood outside the palace, looking fixedly at the plum blossom tree not far from the gate of Concubine Shu. The bright red plums were covered by white snow, only a little bit of red was revealed, with a shyness of wanting to welcome and yet rejecting, he suddenly He remembered the bouquet of plum blossoms that Luo Ling gave him not long ago. He would not let her know what happened here today. His Ling'er should be carefree, and he didn't want her to be sad.

Just as he was thinking, Heihu walked out of the palace and stopped behind Yuwen Haoyu.

"How?" Yuwen Haoyu asked coolly.

"Back to the emperor, Concubine Shu committed suicide in fear of crime, and there is another person who committed suicide." Heihu nodded and replied, his face remained unchanged for thousands of years. Perhaps, he could not understand the emotion of life and death. In other words, it was just a stupid woman who met an equally stupid man at the wrong time, and thus caused this disaster.

Therefore, feelings are the most hurtful. He hopes that one day Yuwen Haoyu will not be trapped by these things. Only an emperor without emotions is powerful, and he, Heihu, is the one who is truly powerful. Allegiance.