After My Death, The Villain Blackened Again

Yuan Jingdi rushed to the plum blossoms.

The plum trees around the plum blossoms are in full bloom. He was not in the mood to pay attention to the surrounding beauty, flew off the horse, and quickly walked towards the plum blossoms.

The door of the plum blossoms was closed tightly, and he pushed it several times without opening it. He simply opened the door with one kick.

The female **** inside the urn heard the sound, seeing Emperor Yuan Jing full of evil spirits, just about to scold, and seeing Yuan Jingdi wearing a dragon robe, soft legs, kneeling on the ground.

Emperor Yuan Jing stepped in, ignored the girl-kneeling kneeling on the ground, and asked coldly, "Where is she?"

The nun hurriedly got up, bent down and bowed her head, and her legs and stomach trembled to lead Yuan Jingdi toward the backyard: "Mother-in-law, she was buried in the backyard. The mother-in-law said that her Majesty would visit her in the future, so let the poor Ni stay here and wait His Majesty."

burial?

One word shattered all his joy.

Nunnery's legs were trembling, his heart trembling even more.

In the small backyard, the center of her head is her grave. As soon as you enter the door, you can see the four big characters flying on the tombstone: the tomb of Chuge.

He couldn't be more familiar with her handwriting. This was clearly her handwriting.

He stared at those four words, at this moment, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

The next moment, he strode to the corner, held the **** in the corner, and planed her grave.

Since she died from the battlefield, how could she die so easily.

He didn't believe she was buried in the grave, and didn't believe it!

The two wars that the nun had been scared for a long time, kneeling in the corner, anxious to drill herself into the seam. Although her teeth were trembling, her mouth was tightly pouting and she did not dare to make a sound.

Emperor Yuan Jing immediately took the small grave away.

He stared at the grave with a pair of eyes.

He has never used a hoe, and the gesture of holding the **** is not right. He soon got a few blood bubbles on his palm, and the blood bubbles were worn out again ...

His **** holding his **** was bleeding, but he didn't notice it at all, his eyes closed on the coffin in the grave gradually appeared on the eyeliner, and the anger in Yuan Jingdi's eyes gradually became confused.

Even the digging action slowed down.

Is she really in the coffin?

The thought suddenly popped out of his mind, and then a little bit, devouring all his strength.

He was a bit weak, with a sense of weakness all over him.

Is she?

Is it her?

I dare not think or be reconciled.

He cast aside his hoe, staring at the coffin in front of him, and for a long time, his vision and sorrow gradually became firm.

Pull out the long sword in the waist.

He pried open the lid of the coffin.

The moment the lid was opened, he was clearly afraid, and looked into it for the first time.

Without her body.

Without her body!

His heart was beating fast at this moment.

At last he took a long breath, as if the grey sky didn't make him feel depressed.

He jumped into the coffin, which contained a neat stack of neat red wedding dresses, and a letter.

Here is her letter.

She left it to him.

He opened it with joy, and the three words in his eyes were: and Li Shu.

Looking down, it is a eloquent passage: For the reasons of a couple, the three lives of the previous life are associated with the couple of this life. If the relationship is not the same, it is more than an enemy, so it is relative. Since the two hearts are different, it is difficult to return to the same meaning, and each has its own essence. May the people who have the same mind have white hair forever after the separation of the king, and the king and the king are separated from each other and rejoice.