Peerless Concubine: Ghost King, this palace wants to rob

Chapter 370 [Ling'er is really virtuous]

The woman was prostrate on the ground, the blood in her mouth gushed like her tears, dyed her white hair red, and also reflected her bright and bright eyes red, she smiled poignantly.

"It's already so hard for me to be alive, but you leave like this, Xuanyuan Jiaye, you are so cruel..."

Qian Dong Gan Bei guarded the door of the main hall for two full days before the door of the main hall was opened.

The white-haired woman came out step by step with the sleeping man on her back. Her face was expressionless and her eyes were indifferent, as if nothing had happened.

When she walked in front of the two, she stopped and looked back at the man on her back, "I want to take him home, and leave this country to He Ming."

"Princess...you can't leave yet." Ganbei stopped her way, and then took out a jade porcelain bottle from his arms, "You...drink this."

Chen Lingling stared at the porcelain bottle, hatred flashed in his eyes, "Is it the antidote?"

Gan Bei nodded.

"Throw it away." After the woman finished speaking, she was about to leave behind the man's back, but this time it was the two of them blocking her together.

Gan Dong frowned, with worry and pain in his eyes, "Princess, this antidote is traded by the master for his life and self-esteem. What the master wants is for you to live well. If you don't take the antidote, then what the master did Isn't everything in vain?"

Perhaps Gan Dong's words had an effect, the woman stood there without moving, her hands clenched the man's legs tightly, but that hand was clenched into a fist, the knuckles were white and trembling faintly.

"Princess, you know that in order to get the antidote, the master actually knelt down and kowtowed to Yuan Shengzhi, begging Yuan Shengzhi to give him the antidote." Ganbei's eyes were red when he said this, and his tone was so hateful.

Chen Lingling's heart skipped a beat, and the arms around the man's legs tightened more and more.

"I can understand what he did, but I won't accept it." She walked away slowly with the man behind her back, "That's what he spent the rest of his life in exchange for, but I want to spend the rest of my life with that thing, I, I really can't accept it."

The woman's voice became farther and farther away, and it became more and more desolate. The quiet pain seemed to spread throughout the entire palace, and it began to rain from the sky, and the soft raindrops like cotton fell on their bodies.

"It's raining. If you were still here, would you hold an umbrella for me?" The woman looked straight ahead and walked steadily.

The sun sets, night falls, and the drizzle falls.

All the way back to the General's Mansion, but the plaque there had changed back to the words 'Jinnan Prince's Mansion' at some point, and she suddenly laughed.

"Xuanyuan Jiaye, did you already know that your life is not long?"

In Jinnan Prince's Mansion, all the furnishings and arrangements were the same as they were back then, and everything in front of him brought back Chen Lingling's infinite memories.

In the face of death, all the resentment in the past was almost invisible, but all the good things he had done to him became more and more vivid.

After putting the man on the bed in Fenqing Pavilion, it was already dark.

After the weight of the man was gone, she collapsed to the ground, and the room was completely dark.

She lay there panting slightly, her eyes staring straight at the beams, expressionless.

The suffering blunted her nerves, and she had long since lost the ability to truly express her feelings. The sudden darkness had such a powerful force that it almost instantly crushed her strength and self-imposed numbness.

Her mind was confused, her heart ached to the point of twitching and convulsions, and her tears seemed to flow dry, even though she was in extreme pain, she couldn't shed a single tear.

In a flash of time, the scorching sun above the sky rose and set three times.

In the past three days, the woman seemed to be serving a vegetative person, wiping his body every day, cooking him three meals a day, holding him and talking about their past, like putting a baby to sleep, so patient, So gentle.

She smiled and looked at the man's sleeping face, "Usually at this time, you would tell me that Ling'er is really virtuous."

(End of this chapter)