The silly concubine said: close the door and let the prince go

Chapter 320
In the dream, she was wearing bright clothes in the late autumn when the yellow leaves were all gone, and her pale face was extremely familiar to her.

"Go, I will let you go."

I don't know how much pain is carried in his steady voice.

A mouthful of blood spat out from his pale and dry lips, instantly staining his clothes red, accompanied by his severe cough, soon a mouthful of blood was spit out.

"No, I'm not leaving, don't leave me, don't leave me!" Shen Qiaoyan stepped forward and held the cold hand of the man tightly.

"Cough, cough, cough" The violent coughing sound resounded over and over again in the quiet late autumn, which made people's hearts tremble.

Shen Qiaoyan had already burst into tears, screaming heart-piercingly, begging to stay.

"Jun Zechen, don't, don't die, I won't let you die, don't abandon me."

Unfortunately, nothing worked.

The blood gradually stained the yellow leaves on the ground, and the man fell straight back, his eyes were empty but full of pain, as if he was in despair.

"do not want!"

Shen Qiaoyan held the man's hand tightly, not wanting a gust of wind to blow by.

That person's body instantly turned into dust and disappeared with the wind, and the hand that was held tightly by her turned into a piece of loess in Shen Qiaoyan's palm.

"No! Jun Zechen!"

It was night, and the silent silver moon poured down the entire South Wind Territory.

Ziyin frowned and stared at Shen Qiaoyan's closed eyes, her heart-touching roar echoed in her ears over and over again.

At some point, Shen Qiaoyan let go of Ziyin's hand.

She rolled up the quilt, curled up into a ball and wept silently.

Ziyin raised his hand to follow her back, his eyes were complicated, and his face was also indescribably complicated.

Not long after, Shen Qiaoyan, who was still sleeping soundly, laughed, very silly.

Ziyin's frown deepened a little.

Why is this dog crying and laughing for a while?
It was better for her to laugh than to cry anyway.

Ziyin loosened his brows and lowered his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

As the moonlight behind him gradually faded, a faint morning light penetrated into the house.

Ziyin withdrew the hand that was holding someone's back, got up and was about to leave, but he caught a glimpse of the piece of wood on the ground that was hugged by someone tightly from the corner of his eye.

One side of the end is a smooth wooden body, but the other side is carved with several well-born portraits.

Ziyin's eyes changed, and he picked up the wood on the ground and looked at it carefully for a while.

On the other side of the piece of wood, there is no one who looks like him, but his old friend Bai Xiao is carved in detail, and there are many unknown people.

"Haha, little beauty. Where are you running away?" Shen Qiaoyan said with a sly smile, wrapped in a blanket.

At this time, Ziyin's face turned cold, and he took the piece of wood that Shen Qiaoyan had painstakingly carved for several days, and left without a sound.

And Shen Qiaoyan didn't know anything, only knew that there were many beautiful men as companions in the dream.

Ziyin flung his white clothes in the wind, his face was extremely cold, and his silver hair fluttered in the wind.

He tightly held the palm-thick piece of wood in his hands, and just as he was leaving the door, he met the palace servants who got up to burn firewood in the morning.

His eyes were filled with coldness, like sharp ice in winter.

"Burn it for me!"

A deep and cold voice with a cold and angry tone resounded in the dimly lit midair.

A piece of wood was thrown at the feet of the burner.

The man who burned the firewood was carrying firewood in his hands, looked at the wood at his feet, and then at the white clothes who had gone away.

He was stunned.

That is His Royal Highness?
The palace man carried the firewood and looked at the small firewood house with the door opened.

Isn't that Er Gouzi's dilapidated house?

How did His Royal Highness come out from there?

The palace man dropped the firewood in his hand and patted the sawdust on his arm.

He bent down to pick up the piece of wood on the ground and looked at it, his face was even more bewildered.

What the hell is going on here?
(End of this chapter)