Wild Phoenix Playing Dragon: Chongxi Little Silly Concubine

But suddenly a layer of mist covered her, Zhang Shaoliang told her not to cry, but he himself cried.

He said, "Girl, if there is an afterlife, let me take care of you, okay?"

Luo Ling shook his head, shaking his head desperately, Zhang Shaoliang was slightly dejected, but relieved himself with a wry smile: "Oh, the girl is so heartless..."

"I don't want you to take care of me. If there is an afterlife, let me take care of you. No matter where you are, let me go to your side and take care of you..."

Luo Ling clings to his ear, weeping uncontrollably.

At the moment before losing her sanity, Luo Ling didn't see that his eyes regained the clear look of the past in an instant, but it was fleeting. She raised her eyes and looked at the closed eyes, she Ask: "I've said that...have you been moved? Then don't die...stay here, okay?"

"That's what I said, can you stay here? I haven't shown you around the capital yet. There are still many places that you haven't seen yet. You really don't want to see them..."

Those lips that were always slightly curved are now tightly pursed, and they can no longer say deliberately teasing words, those bright eyes can no longer look at her with a smile, she regrets why she didn't find out earlier , if she had known earlier, she would have treated him better, not bickering with him, not grabbing delicious food from him...

Numbly, she hugged the body that was gradually losing temperature, and she moved slightly, but she saw the folding fan that fell out of his arms at some point. She unfolded it, and it was the flying "My Beloved" that was written .

She remembered that Shuiyue said that he kept this folding fan close to his body all the time and was reluctant to use it.

Warm tears dripped on the folding fan, staining the handwriting written in ink. Luo Ling hurriedly tried to wipe it off with his cuff, but when he wiped it, he saw the blood stains on the cuff, all stained on the folding fan.

"I'm sorry...I messed up your stuff, I'm sorry..."

While crying, Luo Ling put away the folding fan at a loss, not daring to touch it again.

Yuwen Haoyu stood at the corner not far away, looking at Luo Ling's heartbroken appearance, an indescribable feeling welled up in his heart, like bitterness, but more, it was helplessness, sadness, and regret... …

For the first time, he began to envy a person, envy a person, admire a person, and that person is now lying in the arms of the woman he loves most, and he will never wake up.

He still remembers the first time he met that guy, leaning against the door of the middle hall of the Cao Mansion, looking at them shallowly, three parts lazy, seven parts lazy and playful, wearing a gorgeous light blue robe , hanging casually on the body, very eye-catching.

At that time, perhaps none of them could have imagined that one day, they would become good friends who lived and died, and he would lose his life for them...

Before he knew it, Yuwen Haoyu had already walked behind Luo Ling, slowly picked up the trembling body, and locked it into his arms.

He suddenly felt scared for no reason, he was afraid that Luo Ling would always be so sad, he was afraid that the guy lying at his feet now would occupy an irreplaceable position in Luo Ling's heart from now on.

"Let's take him back."

He whispered, Luo Ling nodded, dragged his increasingly cooling body up, and walked towards his bamboo house step by step.

In the backyard of the bamboo house, many cherry trees were planted. This season, all of them have fallen into disrepair. They are bare and ugly.