first concubine

Chapter 1287 The person he loves deeply.

As for Kuguhuan, what he has to bear is not only the pain of losing Qiu Yinong, but also the persecution and struggle from the country and family.

In this world, if he wants something, he needs it, if he doesn't want it, he needs it.

The ice shattered, and the woman in the ice coffin lay peacefully on the ground, her eyebrows were still beautiful, but her face was very pale, because she had been frozen for too long and her body was extremely stiff.

He raised his hand and picked her up.

Changyang looked at him with tears in his eyes and asked, "Brother, what do you want to do?"

Kuguhuan didn't speak, hugged Zhao Zishi's body, turned around and left the cold cave, leaving Changyang standing there alone, watching his back disappear into the darkness, the grief in his eyes couldn't be melted away , he would rather change all his plans for one person, and finally began to plan to seize the world.

And she is also willing to live and die for him.

It's just that he and Qiu Yinong are affectionate after all, but she Changyang and him are ruthless.

Chang Yang looked at the fragments of the broken ice coffin, with a mocking and desolate smile on his lips: "Zhao Zishi, Zhao Zishi, everyone said that you are the most tragic woman in the world, but I envy you so much, you are the saddest, but also the luckiest .”

There is a Zhan Yu who misses her wholeheartedly and regrets endlessly, and there is a dead bone happy who loves her to the bottom of his bones.

However, it is inevitable that they will be disappointed.

When Chang Yang came out of the cold cave, there was already snowflakes falling outside, she looked up, the sky was dark, the night was already extremely heavy, only the sharp light refracted from the snow, and the wind lanterns hanging on the bamboo branches Dim light came out.

In an open space outside the cold cave, a firewood pile with certificates has been piled up on the thick snow.

San'er carried the firewood out of the demolished house, put it on the pile of firewood, and made a firewood bed.

While laying the bed, she wiped her tears with her sleeves, not knowing why she was sad.

After the pile of firewood was laid out, Ku Gu Huan hugged Zhao Zishi's body and slowly placed it on top of it. His fingers gently caressed her face. The woman's eyebrows and eyes were so beautiful, and she slept so peacefully. She looked the same as when she was alive. Generally the same.

The man looked at her face with nostalgia, Chang Yang stood there, and he could clearly see that he took off the mask on his face, lowered his head, kissed her forehead, and murmured hoarsely: "I hope you don't regret coming I have traveled through this world, I hope you will always remember, I love you!"

A flame rose from the palm of his hand, the pile of firewood was ignited, and the fire spread quickly, burning to Zhao Zishi's dress.

San'er cried louder, still struggling to beg Kuguhuan: "My lord, we can keep the princess's body."

"It's the same whether you stay or not. Let her start over completely and be the autumn spirit, not Zhao Zishi." Ku Guhuan stood in front of the pile of firewood, staring fixedly at the blazing fire, covered with snowflakes. When it came down and touched the fire, it melted into water, but it couldn't quench the fire.

Chang Yang looked up, the man was standing in front of the bright fire, his clothes fluttered, his hair had completely turned white, he raised his hand, and the mask in his hand was placed on the pile of firewood to be cremated together with Zhao Zishi's body.

She saw that his eye sockets were slightly red, and he was muttering to himself: "There is no more Zhao Zishi in the world."

There is only one strong sense of autumn.

Still the one he loved deeply.

(End of this chapter)