Rebirth of the Dizi Wushuang

The maidservants standing behind her were frightened by this scene, and rushed forward one after another. One of them hurriedly pulled the man who was struggling from the bed with a mad look, and raised his hand to find two The maid held Jiang Luoyu, who was still coughing in a low voice, and looked at the man who was coughing fiercely on the ground with a rather fierce expression: "Your Majesty, this..."

Jiang Hui, who was scratched by him, was in no mood to speak at this time, she just covered her face and took a few steps back to ease the pain, then hurriedly found someone to look at the wound on her face, gritted her teeth bitterly. He said: "After ten years, Your Majesty may not be able to remember him at this time. The inner monarch who can be dismissed with a few words of concubine, it must be no serious problem if he dies of illness. Bring the medicine over!"

Jiang Luoyu was pressed on the ice-cold stone slab by those two extremely strong maidservants, only felt a severe pain spread from his knees to his whole body, causing him to bend down and cough even louder, the dark red blood around his lips was constantly The flow gradually spread to his pale neck and snow-colored coat.

"...cough cough..."

"Why, not reconciled?" Jiang Hui covered her face and looked at him condescendingly, with viciousness and ruthlessness in her eyes that he had never seen before, and a sneer appeared on her lips, "Muyang Neijun, you have done wrong in this life There are a lot of those things... But these things, you should wait until you go to hell, and then you can think about them slowly."

Jiang Hui's words hadn't finished yet, but the person who was half lying on the ground suddenly had a hoarse voice and started giggling.

He raised his eyes and stared fixedly at the woman who was holding her face and gasping for breath because of the pain, the smile on her lips was as sharp as a knife blade, and said intermittently: "Do you think...he loves...you?"

Jiang Hui, who was standing in the distance, was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and then a look of disdain flashed across his face. He hissed and gasped as he spoke, but his eyes became more and more vicious: "You madman want to talk nonsense again! , the relationship between Bengong and His Majesty has never been separated from Dataki to Dajin. After His Majesty returned to the country, apart from you who have been by his side as a shield, the first person who came to pick him up was Bengong. Where is Mu Yang's side concubine!"

shield.

Hearing these three words, the person kneeling on the ice-cold slate suddenly lowered his head, and laughed out loud, tears almost streaming down his face.

"Back then... it was only my fault... that I was blind..."

Before he finished speaking, a hoarse cough came from his throat, and then his whole body trembled violently, and the smile on his face was so distorted that it was almost impossible to see that it was a smile: "Jiang Hui...he doesn't love You...I used to be a queen...but you...you will never be a queen..."

As soon as the word "Queen" came out, it seemed to hit the biggest pain of the person covering his face not far away. The face that was still beautiful and moving except for the scars darkened, and when the voice came out again, it seemed to be roaring, scaring The hands of the maids who had to apply medicine for her by her side trembled.

"Come here, pour the medicine on me, immediately!"

His eyes were covered by something, his breathing was gradually annihilated, his pearl-black eyes gradually dimmed, and the corners of his lips curled up twistedly.

In the darkness, he seemed to see the slender palm holding the cup, the thin red lips hooked slightly with that person, and the eyebrows and eyes hidden in the darkness.

Today, how could he not know... who caused him to get to this point?

The maid standing behind Jiang Hui stepped forward, holding a bowl of hot concoction in her hand, and after getting Jiang Hui's nod, she was about to pour it into the mouth of the man kneeling on the ground, but before the maid approached, body, the person kneeling on the ground struggled to open his eyes wide, and shouted with a distorted smile.

"...Nan Jinglong...Jiang Hui...I, Jiang Luoyu...Even if I become a ghost...in the next life...I will pay you in blood!" His voice was shrill and ruthless. It can be heard, that voice is like the curse of a ghost who is strangling his throat, when he is dying.