Reborn from the ashes: Deadly Concubine

Chapter 388 Alone: ​​The last resort
Zhuifeng hesitated to speak, he wanted to tell all the things he had heard about the Soul Slaying Saber.Isn't the soul-killing knife born to break through the gates of hell and find Luo Zhi's soul?

It cannot be said, because the soul who cast the soul-killing knife is the second prince.And in order to prevent the original plan of the public household from succeeding, too many people have been sacrificed.

However, his hesitation still revealed his thoughts.Zhuozhuo lowered his eyes and grabbed the quilt tightly with one small hand.

"There must be a way to enter hell... Zhuifeng, you ask General Gongye to go to Licheng, and invite grandpa to meet you in the capital."

Zhuifeng was a little worried: "Master, he swore that he would never..."

Zhuo Zhuo's expression became gloomy all of a sudden, causing Zhui Feng to swallow what he wanted to say again.Up to now, Zhuo Zhuo couldn't care less.Does Master Bulun Nebula know anything, but he is very powerful, there is nothing wrong with it, maybe there is a way.

Therefore, Zhuo Zhuo's tone was particularly fierce: "Tell him, he owes the Longqiu clan this, he must come!"

Chasing the wind paused for a moment, then left silently.Five days later, Zhuo Zhuo returned to the capital with his comatose son.Han Yingyue lay on her bed again, just like when he was two years old.Only this time, there was no more encouragement and distress from my father.

Xu Yu of Puyuan stayed by his side to take care of him, and he was also trying his best to maintain his body.Being in a coma all the time will eventually weaken the body and eventually die.Zhuo Zhuo wants to find his lost soul before then.

Han Jinxue came and knelt down beside his brother.A small face can't express the thoughts, and a pair of eyes are full of worry.

Zhuo Zhuo reached out to stroke his hair, and then he looked back at his mother.There was a gentle smile on Zhuo Zhuo's face: "Brother will wake up."

Such pale consolation, I don't know if it can deceive young children.Han Jinxue slipped into her mother's arms, her little hands hugging her slender waist tightly.Zhuo Zhuo caressed his back gently, but his eyes looked sadly at his son on the bed.

After taking a bath, Zhuo Zhuo stood in front of the bronze mirror and looked at himself.The still beautiful and seductive woman, but involuntarily revealed a trace of vicissitudes in the expression of her eyes.She knelt on the carpet, facing the mirror, stroking the brand on her left arm.

Slave girl, queen, what a ridiculous change that sounds.But she did it.How many lives were lost in this process?Her love with Han Yingxi also became a victim of retribution.

But the child is innocent.

"My lord, I have brought the second prince back."

Wen Sheng's voice sounded outside the palace.Zhuo Zhuo hurriedly wiped away his tears, stood up and said, "Thanks for your hard work, come in quickly."

After Wen Sheng came in with Han Jinxue, Zhuo Zhuo's face was already full of smiles.She picked up her son and kissed his little face.

"Jinxue, went out for a walk, are you in a better mood?"

Han Jinxue doesn't like to talk very much, just like Han Yingyue before the memory of her previous life was restored.Zhuo Zhuo didn't care, he hugged him to the bed and looked at his son with pity.

But the little guy was looking at Wen Sheng, and Wen Sheng was worriedly looking at Zhuo Zhuo.

It seemed that they all understood the other person's mind, but no one said it out.

In the middle of the night, Zhuo Zhuo had already fallen asleep, but her youngest son opened his eyes and looked at the beautiful wall carvings.The mother beside me began to talk in her sleep.

The little guy sat up and stared blankly at his mother.Tears, painful expressions, helpless voices.It seems to be a compulsory course every night.

Han Jinxue reached out to hold her mother's hand, trying to comfort her.But despite being held by his hand, Zhuo Zhuo was still so bleak.

Han Jinxue let go of her hands, a teardrop fell from her eyes...

Sure enough, Xingyun came, and Zhuo Zhuo knelt on the pedestal and waited for him.Summer has passed, but the temperature is still hot.Xingyun was wearing an ordinary linen robe, and walked up to the pillar led by Wensheng.

Seeing him coming, Zhuo Zhuo stood up as a king, saluted and said, "Grandpa, you are finally here."

Looking at the smiling woman in front of him, whose face was exactly the same as in memory, Xing Yun sighed indescribably.She is no longer the little girl who had one mouthful and one grandfather.

Xing Yun knelt down: "See Your Majesty."

"Grandpa, please get up and sit down."

The two sat face to face, and Xingyun's white hair hung down on the navy blue cushion under him, which made Zhuo Zhuo return to the time in Licheng in a trance.

"Originally, I shouldn't set foot here again. The guilt I felt towards Longqiu made me want to die. But I didn't expect his son to become king, and the lineage of Longqiu continued in such a strange way. Zhuifeng told me that I must Come on, this is an apology to Long Qiuyue. I'm here, what can I do for you, please tell your majesty."

Zhuo Zhuo's eyebrows were pulled down, and his eyes were filled with helplessness: "Grandpa killed Long Qiuyue just to be loyal to his master. At that time, Ying Xi knew all this, and he didn't get angry, let alone me? Disperse the mana, I have already forgiven my sins by not being able to use witchcraft in my life. I said that just because I was worried that you would not come."

Xing Yun looked at Zhuo Zhuo, sighing again in his heart.Although he is not as naughty as before, he is still Zhuo Zhuo.

"Zhuifeng told me about the eldest prince. The soul is indeed to be found in hell. But it is impossible for a living person to enter hell, and even I have no choice."

Zhuo Zhuo frowned: "How can grandpa say that there is no way? It's man-made. Someone thought of a way hundreds of years ago. Couldn't they think of another way after hundreds of years?"

While Zhuo Zhuo was talking with Xing Yun, Han Jinxue, who had been taking a nap, woke up.He didn't make a sound, just climbed out of the bed by himself, went to the door and knelt down.He heard the voices of the two people outside very clearly.

Xing Yun sighed softly. The face of this serious grandfather in the past was full of helplessness at the moment: "Your Majesty, how talented is the person who can think of that way. I'm afraid, no one can match it."

Zhuo Zhuo seemed to have suffered a huge blow, his originally tense body suddenly went limp.She turned her head in despair and looked outside the pillar platform. The scenery was still gorgeous, but it seemed to be covered with a layer of gray sand.

"Your Majesty, life and death are determined by fate, success or failure is in the hands of God. It's fate, forcing yourself and the people around you will only cause pain. You still have three children, take care of them."

Zhuo Zhuo squinted, not knowing what she was looking at, because her eyes did not meet at all: "You are wrong, grandpa. Success or failure is not determined by heaven, but by people. In the previous life, I was killed and I was a loser." In this life, I killed my enemy and became the winner. Who can make a judgment until the end? Even if I lose my life in this life, I will save my son."

"It's not wise to change one life for another."

"You are wrong again. It is not wise to be willing to exchange the life of your loved one, but it is worth it. Now I can understand Yingxi's mood at that time."

"Kings!"

"If death is the only way to enter hell, I will die. But before that, I will find a way to let that part of Shadowmoon's soul leave. I will not die in vain."

(End of this chapter)