Jiang Yushu's leaving steps stopped suddenly, and he tightly held the jade flute with ten fingers in his sleeves. His slender fingers were white and bloodless.

But he still didn't look back, or he didn't want to look back, or he didn't want to look back.

He was afraid that when he turned around and saw his appearance, he would not be able to help but stay.

No one can replace the warmth he gave, such a person is too beautiful, he will be reluctant...

Jiang Yushu and Fifth Chiyu have always taken care of the whole family, the country, and will not abandon his people in Beili.

After all, for that cherry red, she abandoned him?

What should he do next?

The rain gradually became heavier, diluting the color of the blood, and the back of his resolute departure is very similar to the way he left proudly that year.

Emperor Hongyu stood alone at the gate of Qianyuan Hall, his face was as pale as paper, and blood flowed continuously.

Looking from a distance, it was so lonely.

Next to his ear was a choked sigh and he said to himself: "Who is willing to subvert the world for you, tamper with the etiquette, and make you upright... This is obsession or love, you really don't understand?"

There was a trembling in the body, and a cramping pain in the abdomen.

The rain blurred Jiang Yushu's eyes, and it was unknown whether it was rain or tears flowing on his cheeks?

After Zhi Xiao left, he lightly closed his eyes, and a voice as light as mist and as light as smoke floated in the air——

"Why don't you understand?"

——I use this life to help you, the day you come to the high position is the day when I leave.

The author has something to say: After all, he didn't make up his mind.

The second bun is pregnant.

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