I can't, I can't

At that moment, the emotion that flooded Lu Qiao's heart was not despair, but another extremely complicated feeling.

Lu Qiao suddenly felt that she had a little understanding of why Yang Huo had such a crazy look just now. It turns out that when a person is determined to win or lose but is unable to turn around, he will indeed have such a strong feeling-he asked himself, and then so?He can only go so far?

He put in so much hard work and harbored so much unwillingness, just for this time, to lose to Sheng Lingyu with such a pitiful gesture?

No, Lu Qiao will never accept it.

In his life, he does not accept fiasco, let alone Sheng Lingyu, who made him fail.

Perhaps Lu Qiao did change direction according to his father's wishes, but this definitely does not mean that he will turn around and ask him to surrender to Sheng Lingyu...

He would rather die.

The flames of war burned and exploded in an instant.

Countless soldiers rushed in from all directions like a wave, compressing the Yongzhou army's position more and more narrowly. The surrounding soldiers drew out their weapons one after another and formed a circle to protect the little emperor and Lu Qiao in the center.

Lu Qiao's heart is extraordinarily quiet. Among the thousands of troops, his thoughts are fierce and pure. Compared with living in Sheng Lingyu in the future, this wilderness is more suitable for his burial.

Lu Qiao jumped off the horse and even carried the little emperor down.

Kang Jiangxue groaned in pain, opened her eyes with difficulty, and Lu Qiao was staring at him with her head down.

Lu Qiao's eyes were rarely calm. He supported the little emperor with his chest, as if he could fuse the heartbeats of the two together.

Lu Qiao said, "Ah Ying."

It had been a long time since he called the little emperor that way, but at this moment, he suddenly and naturally called out, as if he was asking for advice, and also seemed to be announcing his decision. "You die with me, okay. I will always be with you, and you will be with me, so I forgive you."

Lu Qiao's words were very plain, but the little emperor heard endless seriousness from his words.

Kang Jiangxue raised her eyes and looked out, and saw that the fighting had started around her, and the bloody smell that was coming from her awakened her senses. The little emperor felt it, and understood that this was Lu Qiao and his confession.

A final confession...and a final invitation.

He still couldn't bear him, the little emperor.

But... no.The little emperor was so weak that he spoke slowly, "I'm sorry... Lu Qiao, I can't die."

"I'm going to have this baby."

"I... can't leave Sheng Lingyu alone."

The little emperor's voice was very soft, but the sharp edge pierced like a needle. There were clear blood vessels on Lu Qiao's fist, and his gums were clenched tightly, and his peace was torn apart in an instant.

Lu Qiao almost laughed out of hatred: "Why are you so ruthless! You are only so ruthless to me!?"

Lu Qiao's eyes fell on the little emperor's neck uncontrollably, on which there were clearly the bruises on Yang Huo's fingers left not long ago.

He suddenly put his hand on the mark, followed the mark, and grabbed the little emperor's neck. The little emperor's neck was so thin that Lu Qiao could easily break it without even needing another hand.

He is so fragile and needs someone to protect him, Lu Qiao is willing to protect him, but the little emperor doesn't want him.

Kang Jiangxue said: "Pinch it."

Lu Qiao hugged his neck and didn't move for a while, the little emperor could hardly open his eyes, without any strength to resist: "I owe you, you want to kill me, I won't blame you, but, I don't want to die... ... Lu Qiao, I don't want to die."

In the past, facing his father's call, Lu Qiao felt his nose sore, but he did not shed tears, but at this moment, he couldn't control it...Suddenly, he felt something wet flowing from the corner of his eyes.

Lu Qiao is too proud in this life.

He doesn't take anything seriously, but his affection for the little emperor surpasses everything in the world, which is the greatest sincerity that a person like him can contribute.

Such sincerity received such a response.

Lu Qiao murmured, "I hate you...I hate you." He repeated in a low voice, telling the little emperor over and over again, and while talking, he asked again: "Why?"

Lu Qiao had asked the little emperor why many times, but they couldn't explain clearly this time. This time, at the last moment, both of them obviously ran out of time, but they really finished talking quietly. everything.

Lu Qiao asked, "What do you like about Sheng Lingyu?"

Kang Jiangxue responded, "I like everything."

Lu Qiao laughed bitterly: "Then what about me, what am I, your whim?"

Kang Jiangxue didn't understand what this meant. He had already noticed that there was some misunderstanding between Lu Qiao and him, but unfortunately he never had a chance to explain.

The surroundings were a bit cold, and the little emperor's consciousness gradually became blurred, but he still managed to reply: "You are my friend, although... I didn't think I could be friends with you at first, but in southern Xinjiang, in the palace, in Yangzhou Huo, you come here again and again for me, in my heart...you have already become friends."

Lu Qiao wiped away her tears and kept shaking her head: "I don't want to hear this, I just ask you, Aying, have you ever loved me, even just a little bit?"

Kang Jiangxue paused for a moment, and suddenly remembered a lot. In the past, Lu Qiao defended him, wrote to him, and found him all kinds of weird things. He received a lot of enthusiasm and love from Lu Qiao... However, the more so, the more Kang Jiangxue could not lie to him.

The little emperor paused and said: "No, Lu Qiao, I never loved you, never."

His words were soft and tender, but at the same time, extremely decisive and ruthless.

There is no such cruel person, no such hurtful words anymore, the surrounding sounds seem to be cut off, and Lu Qiao's world is completely silent.

Kang Jiangxue was unable to look at Lu Qiao's expression, but felt that Lu Qiao's hand was pressing on his neck, and there was some movement.

Maybe it's to take it away, maybe it's to tighten it, which one, the little emperor doesn't know, because before Lu Qiao made the move, there was a powerful force hitting Lu Qiao's body.

Lu Qiao fell backward with a bang, and the little emperor slanted, and when he touched the ground, he saw a touch of black clothes flying across his field of vision.

In front of him, Sheng Lingyu didn't use a sword, and didn't see the cold and noble demeanor in his memory. His fist landed on Lu Qiao's forehead, and it was a close hand-to-hand fight with such force that even the wind made a sound.

Such a Sheng Lingyu looked almost terrifying, vicious, and brutish.

But even so, even though his aura is extremely sharp, his appearance and posture are still incomparable, and his beauty is daunting.

Lu Qiao was knocked down by him, and quickly stood up to resist, but before she touched Sheng Lingyu, she was knocked down again.

The two men were fighting surrounded by soldiers, but the scene was not ugly, because the fight was one-sided and overwhelming from beginning to end.

Lu Qiao's bow was on his back, but there was no chance to raise it from the beginning to the end. Sheng Lingyu single-handedly beat him so that there was no way to counterattack. The little emperor only felt that he lost consciousness for a few minutes, and then opened his eyes to see clearly. At that time, Lu Qiao had already spit out a mouthful of blood on one knee, her head and face were covered with bruises and blood.

The little emperor couldn't help thinking: Yes, that's how it should be, and it's not surprising.

... If Sheng Lingyu's fate hadn't been reversed every time, he should have become the invincible god of war on the battlefield. This is Sheng Lingyu.

This is Sheng Lingyu.

It was dark again, and the little emperor vaguely saw Sheng Lingyu pull out the blade and point it at Lu Qiao's throat.

Kang Jiangxue couldn't help calling out: "Yulang."

When he spoke, Sheng Lingyu greeted him as if she was planning to put down her sword. Kang Jiangxue was supported by a pair of strong arms, and then fell into a familiar embrace with an elegant pear fragrance.

Sheng Lingyu hugged him, and made the first sound of the reunion: "Axue, I'm here." He said, "I'm here to pick you up."

Well, he always knew that Sheng Lingyu would come back, and believed that Sheng Lingyu would come. Kang Jiangxue wanted to nod, but unfortunately he had no strength.

His mind remembered that when he left the palace to see Lu Qiao, Sheng Lingyu told him that he would come to pick him up when he came back. I don't know if Sheng Lingyu expected Lu Qiao to rebel, but now, he did come to pick up the little emperor gone back.

Kang Jiangxue has been waiting for him.

At this time, Lu Qiao, who was kneeling on the ground, got up. The timing of the little emperor's call was too good to attract Sheng Lingyu's attention, but he didn't want to accept this kind of favor at all, and shouted vigorously: "You don't need to pity me, Sheng Lingyu ! You just kill me!"

There was no response to Lu Qiao's cry, and after Sheng Lingyu hugged the little emperor, she no longer looked at Lu Qiao.

He only had eyes for the little emperor, and seeing that the little emperor's expression was extremely bad, he kept walking outside.

Sheng Lingyu hugged her tightly while comforting her: "Axue, where is your pain? I'm here. I'll take you to find Ping Wuqi."

The little emperor let out a low nasal sound, and all the helplessness was supported at this moment. He tried to open his mouth and said intermittently: "My child, our child."

The little emperor pressed his hand on his stomach, and said nothing extra.

But this was enough for Sheng Lingyu to realize something, Sheng Lingyu's face changed slightly, and he strode out even more.

Lu Qiao was left behind, surrounded by the rushing Lang Wei and pressed to the ground. He was already defeated, but at this moment he yelled frantically: "Sheng Lingyu! Come back!"

"I told you to kill me!! Why didn't you kill me!!"

Sheng Lingyu did not stop at all. For a moment, he turned his head and glanced back. This glance was the greatest charity to Lu Qiao.

Sheng Lingyu said lightly, "I won't kill you, not only for His Majesty, but also because, no matter how long you live, you will never be my opponent."

Just like in the royal hunting ground back then, when Lu Qiao wanted to compete with Sheng Lingyu, Sheng Lingyu dismissed her from the beginning to the end, and never competed with him.To date, this has not changed.

Sheng Lingyu killed Fu Honglang with his own hands, and took Yang Huo into his hands like raising a gu, but Lu Qiao, he didn't even want to take a second look.

There is no deeper insult than this.

Nothing could destroy Lu Qiao's personality more than this.

Lu Qiao's eyes were about to burst, her eyes were red, and an inhuman roar rolled out from the depths of her throat. The voice was shrill and sharp, like a dying beast.

Sheng Lingyu seemed to have never heard of it, and quickly walked away with the little emperor in his arms. Behind him, all the battlefields were coming to an end, and this multi-party fight ended one scene after another.

There is only one winner in this battle.

It was Sheng Lingyu. From then on, he led the court alone and was invincible.