The Queen of Charm

Chapter 663
Qinmei smiled sadly, and when the finally withered flower fell, it revealed its most beautiful moment, beautiful and fragrant.Just like when she fell in love with Ling Xuanyi, the girl shyly fell in love with the pure heart.

It's just that she loves the wrong person.

The blood on the coarse cloth was like a proud plum blossom spreading out, she swallowed the scarlet blood in her throat with difficulty, a line of clear tears flowed from the corner of her eyes, and wet the front of her clothes. "Zhier, please watch carefully, don't tell him that his mother is a maid who betrayed the master. Just let him think that he is the child of Concubine Yue."

At this time, her gaze began to slacken, but there was extreme tenderness between her brows.

"Actually, Qinmei doesn't blame you for taking advantage of me, but I'm sorry for the Eighth Prince." She turned her head slightly, and looked at Ling Zihan dully.Stretching out his hand with difficulty, he wanted to get up and kneel in front of Ling Zihan, but struggled a few times, but the wound opened wider and the blood flowed more joyfully.

Ling Zihan walked over and squatted beside her.

He took Qinmei's extended hand with a complicated expression.

She doesn't say that she will forgive Qinmei, but love can really make people crazy, and Qinmei is destined to not get what she wants if she loves so humblely.Qinmei is the No.1 in this different world she came to, and she can't do anything to Qinmei.

After all, seeing Qinmei, one can always think of the beauty of the past.

But no one knows that their situations are completely different, and they end up as enemies.

Qinmei patted Ling Xuanyi's hand, "I want to have a few words with the Eighth Prince alone."

Ling Xuanyi took a few glances at Ling Zihan, but hesitated to speak.Then he saw that Ling Zihan didn't look at him, his eyes were sad, and there was a trace of injury in his eyes.Nodding her head, she gently brought Qinmei to Ling Zihan's side, then stood up and took a few steps away.

He ignored Ling Jinmo's eyes that wanted to eat people, and his whole breath changed differently.

Ling Zihan glanced at Meng Gongjue, Meng Gongjue made people retreat a few steps, leaving only her and Qinmei in place.

She hugged Qinmei who was covered in blood, covered the wound on Qinmei's abdomen with her hand, and said softly, "If you have something to do, just talk about it?"

Qinmei smiled gratefully, holding Ling Zihan's hand with both hands.

Due to blood loss, her lips became paler.

"Eighth prince, Qinmei is very happy to know that you are still alive. Qinmei knows everything the third prince has done to you, but the third prince is for his mother." She whispered softly on Ling Zihan's mouth, all No one could hear what they were talking about, only Ling Zihan's increasingly complicated and mysterious expression.

As time passed, Qinmei gradually lost her voice.

At the last moment, she opened her mouth with difficulty, and said to Ling Zihan with her lips, "I hope... I hope that after hearing this... I can... I can let the third prince go...Qinmeiqiu..."

Before she finished speaking, her hand slipped to the ground, and her eyes slowly closed.

Ling Zihan watched with an expression on her face, but her heart was filled with unspeakable sadness.

Qinmei is dead.

She took a deep breath, handed Qinmei's body to Ling Xuanyi, and looked at him complicatedly, "She died for you, how to bury her is up to your arrangement."

Ling Xuanyi stared blankly at Qinmei who had already closed her eyes.

Heart, suddenly uncomfortable and unable to breathe, as if he was the only one left in the whole world.

"Qinmei, I, come to accompany you, okay?" He gently put down Qinmei's body, suddenly picked up the sword on the ground, and slashed towards his neck.

And at the very moment, a stone hit his hand heavily.Ling Xuanyi let go in pain, and the sword fell heavily to the ground.

The whole process made everyone unresponsive.

At the same time, an extremely seductive voice sounded from the top of his head, "Xiao Han'er, who hurt me, wants to accompany another woman to die in love like this. How can there be such a good thing."

Hearing the familiar voice, Ling Zihan's eyelids twitched, and he looked towards the exit of the voice for almost a second.

I saw a touch of red clothes flying from the sky, with misty white hair, and the extremely beautiful and enchanting face made people breathless, just like the beautiful mansa pearls coming from the other shore.

(End of this chapter)