This host can handle it, let her be the villain, she is the real deal

Chapter 333 Spring Breeze Proud of Horseshoe Disease, Seeing Chang’an Flowers in a Day (46)

She took a step back, her brows revealed a chill, her dark and moist eyes looked directly at Cheng Qiangong, "Cheng Qiangong, if you want to leave, then go."

The implications of expulsion were undisguised.

It's not that I don't want to keep it, but I know I can't keep it. Since I already know that I can't keep it, it's better to let it go.

Shen Yue is like this, when she loves someone, she pours out her heart and soul, wishing to hold all the best things in the world in front of her beloved, but if she decides to let go, then she will definitely not procrastinate.

She won't rush Cheng Qiangong away, it all depends on Cheng Qiangong's own wishes.

If he wanted to leave or stay, Shen Yue would not intervene.

It's just because he is Cheng Qiangong.

If others dare to treat her like this, she will torture him to death, wishing to bite off a piece of each other's flesh.

But Cheng Qiangong is different.

It was a ray of light in her most desperate darkness, she couldn't be so heartless, so she retreated again and again.

Cheng Qian respectfully put down the book on his hand, his breathing began to be short of breath, and after a while, when he stood up suddenly, his voice seemed to be full of anger.

"Your Highness, what is the meaning of this? Do I want to stay here? If you didn't use the crown prince to persecute me, how could I stay here so shamelessly?"

Shen Yue's lips sipped her promise twice, her voice was almost inaudible, "Is it my fault?"

In the dark sight, Shen Yue's exposed skin was dazzlingly white, she clenched her teeth tightly, and controlled the turbulent emotions, but there were still some teardrops on her eyelashes, like dew, crystal clear and finely divided.

"You took the initiative to come to me."

She didn't even realize she was crying.

Cheng Qian could see clearly, his pupils were slightly warm.

Pale face, slender and thick eyelashes, full and bright red lips were bitten and rotten, tears stained his face.

The expression on her face was still very calm, if it weren't for the tears shed so fiercely, no one would feel that she was crying at all.

The voice was still calm, as if trying to suppress it.

"I didn't ask you."

"Cheng Qiangong, I never asked you to."

Never begged him to look back at her.

She never begged him to stand by her side.

This is Shen Yue's last remaining dignity.

She loved to cry when she was a child, she shed tears at every turn, and she could cry for a long time even with a small injury, but when she grew up, Shen Yue basically never cried, because it was rare for anyone to hurt her.

She wrapped herself in a hard shell to block any harm, except Cheng Qiangong's sarcastic remarks.

The shadow stood there for a long time, then turned and left.

There was still dampness on the floor, which meant that the other party hadn't been away for long.

A house burning with incense is quiet.

Cheng Qiangong crossed his hands, staring out of the window, it was still raining, but Shen Yue rushed out without holding an umbrella, her body was already very wet, so she might catch the wind and cold by making such a fuss.

His hands were clasped unconsciously, his phalanx was so hard that it turned blue, and he didn't move for a long time.

a long time.

He sighed softly.

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Shen Yue had indeed contracted the wind and cold, and she had a severe fever, which made her viscera throbbing with pain.

She had a lot of dreams in a daze, and many faces flashed in the dream, all of which were covered with a layer of tulle. She couldn't see the faces clearly, but felt that everyone was twisted and weird, as if they were covered with a layer of human beings. Pi's ghost, who came to seek her life.

The fog filled the air, and the sun shone in, blowing away the fog.

In the dream, Shen Yue saw Cheng Qiangong.

He was dressed in white, with handsome features and a jade-like face.

Standing next to Cheng Qiangong was Shen Yaojin. The two of them stood side by side, with tens of thousands of troops behind them.

Above the high hall, Shen Yaojin was tall and handsome in a bright yellow dragon robe.

And she, alone.

"Your Highness..."

The hoarse and dry voice made Shen Yue feel dazed, she lowered her head in confusion, and saw a patch of red.

Fu'an's face was covered with blood, and his original face could hardly be seen. There were countless blood holes on his body, dripping with blood, and not a single piece of flesh was good.

Her face turned pale all of a sudden, as if she couldn't believe it, she knelt down with her legs and touched the bloody face with trembling fingertips.

"Fu'an, is that you, Fu'an?"

Fu'an grabbed Shen Yue's hand with all his strength, and he grabbed it so tightly that he almost tore off a piece of her flesh.

The blood was still warm.

Fu'an's eyes shed blood and tears, like crying and laughing, crying blood every word.

"Your Highness, run!"

After speaking, he pushed hard.

Shen Yue was originally kneeling on the ground, but was pushed backwards, misty in front of her eyes, she lowered her head ignorantly, her palms were covered with blood.

"no no……"

Looking at the scene in front of her, Shen Yue, who could no longer control her emotions, uttered a hoarse voice, struggling to run to La Fuan, "Fuan, let's go, let's go together."

How could she abandon Fu'an and leave alone? The two grew up together, suffered so much, suffered so many injuries, Fu'an never abandoned her, and never saved her with his life.

He regards Shen Yue more than his life.

Fu'an was lying on the ground in a state of distress, Shen Yue looked at her, her fingers were trembling with distress, she pulled Fu'an's hand recklessly.

Crying: "Let's be together, Fu'an."

She crawled over, trying to help Fu An up, but she also had many injuries on her body, so she had no extra strength at all.

Then, the guard stepped forward to separate the two.

Fu An didn't look at Shen Yue, he lowered his head and breathed weakly.

"Fu'an!" Shen Yue panicked because of Fu'an's situation while struggling.

Someone raised a sword, it was a very sharp sword, with a cold light, and it was polished brightly.

From that sword, Shen Yue saw her pupils dilated due to fear.

With the knife in his hand, blood splattered everywhere.

Shen Yue's face was covered with a few drops of warmth.

"Fu'an!!!"

Seeing this scene, Shen Yue's eyes turned blood red instantly, her screams cracked her lungs, she struggled violently, but she couldn't break free from the confinement of so many people.

Fu'an's head rolled in front of her.

Eyes open, peaceful, no fear of death, and even a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

It seems to be telling his highness.

It doesn't hurt, he doesn't hurt at all.

Even before he died, he was afraid of dirtying Shen Yue's eyes.

He is not afraid of pain, let alone death.

He was just afraid that after his death, he would not be able to protect his highness.

Her hair was disheveled and scattered on her shoulders, Shen Yue's shoulders trembled slightly, that person couldn't see her expression clearly.

Logically speaking, she should not feel pain in the dream, but Shen Yue could clearly feel the sharp dull pain all over her body, which penetrated into the bone marrow.

When he opened his mouth, blood flowed out.

Shen Yaojin's face was cold and indifferent, looking at her from above, like looking at an ant struggling helplessly.

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