Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

The corpse of the male Gu fell into the carriage.

The curtain was raised by the wind, his hair rose up and down, and the taste of ambergris became weaker and weaker.

His face looked like a picture, but his scroll like face was much lighter. His side eyes coagulated qingluan: "now I look at you and feel very much like that... At that time, qingmo accompanied me to Xizhou to find Yunxi."

His voice is very weak, still as before, gentle as water.

His tenderness never changed from beginning to end, even when he was dying. With red eyes, qingluan took a step for the first time. She held longziqing's hand: "I'll send you back to Yindu, and the east palace can go back!"

She was crying and broke into tears.

Long Ziqing stroked qingluan's hair and said faintly, "you said, if you want to choose, you will choose Yunxi to live freely. Like you, I want to give this freedom to her, only to her."

Those eyes are full of love, but that love is given to Yunxi in the heart nourishing Hall of Xizhou.

Qingluan trembled and shook her head desperately: "I want you to live! If Chu Lin'an, there will be a way, and the immortal hand will have a way..."

Qingluan got out of the carriage to call people, but long Ziqing pressed qingluan's hand: "Gu, how can you save people except exchanging life for life? You know."

Qingluan Leng is here.

She spread out directly in the carriage and looked back at long Ziqing: "even if you don't untie this Gu, Miss Xi won't die. Why are you --"

Long Ziqing smiled, stretched out his hand, and put his index finger against qingluan's lips.

He didn't say anything, but condensed qingluan's face: "at that time, you were still young and hadn't been framed by qingmo. At that time, you were the candidate for the Crown Princess of the east palace... You were born and you were when you left. How can it not be Yunxi? This is no chance."

"Aren't you afraid that I'm sorry to hear this?" qingluan sobbed.

Long Ziqing shook his head: "she is Yunxi. How can you be sad?"

He stretched out his hand, but his strength was generally taken away. Qingluan knew what he was going to do, squatted beside long Ziqing and leaned down on his legs.

His body was cold to the extreme.

Qingluan closed her eyes: "if you didn't want Beiyuan's throne at the beginning, would everything be different..."

"If there is no fate, it will continue to write this fate. It is fate to die because of her, right?" long Ziqing did not answer qingluan's words, but said such light and gentle words.

Qingluan nodded and looked at the boundlessness in the peach blossom eyes.

This is the color of tenderness, and there is already a flash of dying color

The hesitation in her heart became violent. Qingluan clenched long Ziqing's hand. She just kept crying. Now at this point, she can't be busy and useless

The gentle hand stroked qingluan's hair and just said those ethereal words: "Yindu people said that although the legitimate daughter of the cloud family was brought back to Beiyuan by me, she did not become something I cherish. Things happened one by one, one by one, and everything I regret. Everything pushed her farther and farther away. It's normal for her to hate me..."

"Stop talking!"

"She came to see me the day before yesterday to say goodbye. She didn't want to see me when she left... How disgusting... I know that the person she loves is not me, but there are still many thoughts she shouldn't think... Every condition exchanged with her will make her hate me... Am I wrong... Am I wrong?"

Longziqing leaned there, murmuring all the time.

Qingluan said loudly, "I'll send you back to Yindu east palace. We'll go back!"

Outside the carriage, there was the sound of wind and rain.

All the noise is really far away and very close from here.

The sound outside had nothing to do with long Ziqing anymore. His eyes had long been absent-minded, and the last touch of warmth in his hands had dispersed. He just murmured: "qingluan... Am I wrong... Am I..."

Tears fall from the peach blossom eyes.

Warm, fell in the hands of qingluan. Qingluan clenched the warm and shook his head desperately: "you're not wrong. How can the crown prince of the East Palace be wrong? If we insist again, we'll go back to the East Palace, okay?"

Long Ziqing smiled.

The last light in his eyes gradually dissipated, and his arm fell directly.

Qingluan was flustered, his face was very white, and his voice was hoarse and painful. "Don't leave me, don't leave me, okay? I'll do whatever you say. You want to see Miss Xi, and I'll find a way to show you later. You hate Wenzhi, so we'll stay away from him. What do you want, qingluan will find a way to give it to you, okay?"

The cry of qingluan rippled here.

She got up and hurriedly held long Ziqing's body and cried, "you're right, you're right, you're right..."

"We can get to Yindu soon. As long as we return to the East Palace, everything will be all right."

"Why don't you smile?"

Qingluan gently stroked long Ziqing's scattered hair, but it couldn't be sorted well. She combed long Ziqing's hair flustered and clumsily.

The body with ambergris was indifferent to all the smells at this time.

The handsome man did not move.

Before she died, long Ziqing still asked her if she was wrong.

What's right and wrong in this world? If you do, you are right. Even if it is wrong, you will not rewrite that history again, because that is the road you must take.

Hate is hate, love is love. Long Ziqing, you're right.

How can you be wrong?

Even if you treat Miss Xi well, her heart won't be with you, so you're right. There is no right or wrong, no!

Qingluan bit her lower lip, where the blood had seeped out and dripping on the white clothes of long Ziqing.

The carriage stopped.

The painter army seemed to hear the voice and looked at the carriage as if it were nothing. Qianshui got off his horse, thought for a moment, and then sank: "young master long? Miss qingluan?"

No one answered in the carriage.

The wise general Qianshui opened the curtain and said in panic: "qingluan, he..."

Qingluan lowered her eyes, just coagulated the person in her arms and said faintly: "general, continue to return to Yindu. Don't stop. I promised to take him back to Yindu. What the East Palace needs is him..."

Qingluan burst into tears and was hoarse with every word.

There was no blood in the carriage, leaving only silence.

Thousands of water is brilliant, but it is understood in an instant. It just blesses the body and falls under the curtain.

All the way, the carriage never stopped.

Qingluan was like a lost soul and still held the body: "I'll go back right away. No one will disturb you anymore. I'll always guard you. I'll never go back to Kyoto again, okay?"

She smiled and gently kissed long Ziqing on the forehead, tears falling.

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