Warm marriage: Mr.Nan spoils wife addictively

Only by talking to Jian Yao face to face, Li he can know what happened. He was too eager to get to the bottom of the matter. Without waiting for Qiao Yu to say anything more, he went straight out of the office and went back to his family.

Set.

"If I let you go, will you be happy?" Wang looked down at Han Qingge. What he saw was not anger after betrayal, but helplessness and doting on his sweetheart.

The battle of the army outside the palace comes. Qingge looks back slightly. Behind her is her country and people. How can she retreat for her own sake?

"I can't go." Han Qingge raises his sword to the king. She was dressed in red and her long hair drifted freely, looking solemn and tender.

With that, Han Qingge raises his sword to stab him, and the king is forced to meet him. There was no one else in the whole hall, only the sound of swords hitting each other, which was particularly lonely.

Just as they were fighting, the door of the hall was slowly pushed open, and Rong Qinghuan came in with a bloody sword. Different from the two lovers in the hall, his eyes are red and his heart is full of revenge.

He yelled, took up his sword and rushed into the war. With his participation, the king was immediately stretched.

The guards also rushed in at this time. The war situation outside had been controlled. They didn't worry about it. For the fight in the hall, they looked at each other and planned to rush in to help.

"Don't hurt my princess." The king roared, and all the guards went to Rong Qinghuan.

In the gap between his words, cold Qingge a sword pierced his skirt, with a little blood, soaked red clothes. The king looked down at his chest: "Qingge, do you really want me to die?"

That's the key. Han Qingge, who has been practicing martial arts for many years, doesn't know what he is doing. It is at this moment that the king has a snack. He wanted to send her away. She didn't want to. She just wanted her own life.

Unfortunately, he can't give it.

Han Qingge didn't speak and didn't even give a redundant move. He just took the sword to launch the next round of attack. The indulgence of the king seemed to be the most favorable condition for her, which made her like a duck to water without hindrance.

The bodyguard of the king was very worried. He was afraid that something would happen if he was not careful. He also hated the woman inside. An archer quietly filled his bow in the dark, ready for a rainy day.

The battle has become white hot. Han Qingge's training for many years is not for nothing. As a woman, she has a gentle posture and is best at overcoming rigidity with softness. The king does not dare to be cruel, but it is convenient for Han Qingge.

She seems to be doing the most common training, but the moves are the most lethal. Han Qingge's posture is very beautiful, just like when he was trained, fortitude and softness coexist, just like a poppy that can kill people.

In this attack, the king's body unknowingly and several more bloodstains, the most dangerous one in the neck, exuded a little blood.

"King!" A guard screamed and wanted to join the war here.

As soon as he did something, he was immediately called back by the king: "back down, no one is allowed to come."

Han Qingge turns a deaf ear, her eyes are empty, as if the man in front of her is not so many warm and accompany people, just a task object that must be killed.

She stabbed straight, but the king suddenly gave up his resistance and left his sword. He opened his arms and closed his eyes, waiting for the moment to come.

"Puyi" is the sound of the sword falling into the flesh and blood. An arrow flying in the air cuts through the air, and it's a dull hum.

Without the pain in imagination, Wang Shang opened his eyes, cold Qingge's mouth slowly shed a trace of blood, and his body slowly fell down. And the sword that was going to kill him stabbed her in the chest. The sword fell in and there was only one hilt left.

"No, No." The king was flustered and put the cold song into his arms.

Not far away came Rong Qinghuan's bitter roar: "Qinghuan! No

Just finished, he was stabbed down by the bodyguard and fell to his knees in agony. He has long known that Qinghuan Party chose like this, but he still gave Qinghuan such an order. After all, he defeated her and forced her to a dead end.

Han Qingge fell into Wang Shang's arms and felt his vitality passing away bit by bit, while Wang Shang was shouting crazily: "imperial doctor, call me the imperial doctor!"

At the time of the palace change, everyone had been hiding for a long time? The king knew this in his heart, and his despair reached its peak.

Han Qingge raised her hand and touched the king's face. Her life is too miserable. When he was young, he died and didn't live a normal life for revenge until he met the tyrant in the outside world.

He gave her the best love and life, but she received the news to assassinate him. How can Han Qingge do it? However, she could not escape or retreat, so she chose death to end the family feud.

"Don't die, Qingge. Don't you want to live alone? I'll give it to you. Will you not die? " The king cried like a child, and his heart was broken.

Han Qingge takes a sentimental look at Wang Shang and Rong Qinghuan, who is surrounded by guards not far away. She knew that their calculated revenge had failed.

A tear slowly slide down, I hope the next life, we do not stand on the opposite.

"Card." The director's voice came from behind the monitor, and many people came back to reality because of it.

Cheng youyou sits up from No.1 man's arms and tears off his fake props. There is still a trace of sadness in his heart. She has always been a good actor, but it's not so easy to come up with a play.

The brocade zhe was obviously also brought in, his eye socket is red, tears all can't stop. Looking at the staff around, many people shed tears with empathy.

The heroine of this play is too miserable. She yearns for love and ordinary people, and finally comes to such an end. It makes people feel that it's hard to calm down.

What the director wants is such an effect. He can't hide the smile on his face. He laughs and pats them on the shoulder. The rain and dew both touch the ground and give Zhao Mingche a hand.

Then he happily faced the crowd: "shuowang has been finished. Everyone has worked hard in this period of time!"

A lot of people cheered. They were onlookers. Although they had no idea, they had to return to reality. Hearing the news of the director's announcement, I was very happy.

The three leading actors were melancholy and their steps were much heavier than usual. They were crowded into the middle and took a commemorative photo of the cast together.

With a long sigh, Cheng is finally over.