May you be prosperous for half a lifetime

On the day when Prajna left, the plum blossoms were in full bloom.

Jia Luo just stood there, watching her elder sister's body being tightly embraced by Yu Wenhu, as if she was still whispering in her ear, but her elder sister couldn't hear it anymore, she couldn't hate Yu Wenhu , just like her elder sister can't hate.

Nuoda's Fengyi Hall, today, is actually horribly cold.

Her steps were heavy and she paused, "Teacher, let me take Elder Sister to change clothes, okay?" Her voice was a little choked, and she reached out to wipe away the wet tears.

Prajna in his arms has never been so quiet. She will never draw a sword against him for that idiot Yu Wenyu, and will never speak harshly to him for the sake of that lonely world. She is just like that, calm and peaceful. Obediently in his arms.

"You want to trick me too? I'm not that easy to be fooled. I'm a grand master, and I'm an unrivaled hero. What tricks do you have to deceive me?" Holding the gradually icy body in her arms, her thin lips were printed on her temples, "Prajna, are you right?"

Yu Wenhu has always been the unrivaled hero in Dugu Banruo's heart, and in the future, he will also become the emperor who holds the phoenix crown for her. He has always held such a firm belief that nothing has changed.

Jia Luo wiped her tears, but the tears could not be wiped away. She sobbed, but looked at the elder sister who was still in her arms, "But the auspicious time for elder sister is coming. Uneasy."

His eyes were a little dazed, lost his usual calmness, and in the midst of being lost, there was a bit of madness that didn't fit him, "Auspicious time?" Banruo found the only affirmation in his little friendship, "Ah, is it the auspicious time for me and Banruo to get married?"

He looked outside through the window lattice, as if in his ears, the sound of advocacy was sweet, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, "Is the green house ready? Where are the guests? Where are the guests?"

Jia Luo has never seen Yu Wenhu like this before, as if he was just an ignorant young man, welcoming his relatives with a weak crown, under the influence of Jia Luo, Yu Wenhu's eyes are always hazy, and occasionally he smiles, but it is just a condescending and domineering attitude after bloodthirsty , Even facing her elder sister, she has never lost her composure.

But today, he was a little crazy.

Jia Luo felt very sour in her heart, she really wanted to ask him, the status of imperial power is really that important, important, even the life of a loved one can be thrown away, but she couldn't ask, just like she couldn't ask Prajna, why, It's like giving up Yu Wenhu and marrying Yu Wenyu.

Love is deep and relationship is shallow, that's all.

"Look, the guests are here."

Yu Wenhu followed her gaze, and Jia Luo stepped forward quickly, with quick eyes and quick hands, and slashed at the back of his neck.

He had a dream, which was so long that he didn't wake up.

But the dream is a dream after all, and it came to an abrupt end...

He dimly opened his eyes, as if everything was clear...

"Be careful, it's snowing outside, hold an umbrella for Sister." Jia Luo carefully ordered Banruo's body to be carried out of the hall.

"Where did you steal Prajna!"

When she turned her head, she saw Yu Wenhu standing with a sword in her hand, her blue pupils looked like ghosts, "I just let Sister, you can rest in peace."

"Brajna isn't dead!" He shouted hysterically, but he didn't know what to think, "No, no, you all want Wisdom to die, you all want Wisdom to die, right?"

He's crazy.

Jia Luo retreated step by step, to the screen where the landscape of the Great Zhou was painted, and saw Yu Wenhu swinging his sword up, slashing at everyone in front of him like crazy, the blade was stained with blood at some point, "You all If you want to harm Wisdom, you all want to harm her!"

The palace people carrying the stretcher all exclaimed and ran for their lives.

Banruo just lay there quietly, she couldn't say a word, just closed her eyes, her eyelashes were still stained with a little frost, "Hanruo..." He hugged her tightly, as if it was a lost treasure, It also seems to be the sand that I want to hold on to but can only flow from the fingertips in the end.

It's like a drowning person, looking at a straw, knowing that it won't save his life, but he wants to drink poison to quench his thirst.

"It wasn't any of us who killed Sister, it was you."

He held his sword to face each other, not letting anyone get close to Prajna. After hearing Jia Luo's words, he actually smiled, "No, I don't." A strand fell between his thin lips, revealing his desolate expression, "It was you, you forced me..." He kept murmuring these words.

He killed Dugu Prajna.

It was Yuwen Hu who killed Dugu Banruo...

He suddenly became clear.