The Qing Dynasty's Mingyue's Heart of a Good King

"Cough cough" Ling Ziqing clutched her chest, looking at the broken hairpin on the ground.The hairpin you gave me at the beginning is now broken because of you.

"The promise you once said is now a void." Ling Ziqing ignored the broken hairpin, stood up and left slowly holding her chest, and said indifferent and sad words to everyone's ears: "Finally After a farewell, everything is gone. In this way, I will let go of everything, everything to you."

Turning around and walking away, the figure in white clothes with clear sleeves was originally a lonely figure, but at this time it was also infected with endless sadness of emptiness, and this scene infected everyone.

Zhang Liang felt nothing in his mind, and he didn't care about the eyes of the people present.Crouching down tremblingly, he picked up the broken hairpin bit by bit, and an inexplicable tear flowed out of his eyes and dripped on the fragment.

He just felt a pain in his heart, and he couldn't breathe because of the pain. "Qing'er" Zhang Liang unconsciously shouted, startling Shuzi who was at the side.

"Husband," Shuzi called softly.

Zhang Liang didn't respond to her, but just stared blankly at the fragments in his hand.Why does this broken hairpin give him a very familiar feeling, why does he feel so heartbroken and reluctant to see her leaving figure...

Zhang Liang picked up all the fragments on the ground with trembling fear, carefully put them into the chest of his clothes, and rushed out as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"Husband, husband..." Looking at the running figure, Shuzi chased after him sadly and worriedly.

This... Those guests are all speechless.

Where are you, where are you... who are you, who are you... why does my heart ache, why do I miss you?Come out...come out and tell me...

Zhang Liang knelt on the ground in a daze, asking questions over and over again in his heart.

Ling Zi, who used the flying technique all the way to vent her anger, fell down and sat on the top of the cliff in the valley. She sat there motionless as if she had lost her soul.

"I have waited hard for you for six years, why did the result of waiting not recover my memory, but get married? Why?" Ling Zi poured out the tears of bitterness, lovesickness, obsession, and affection in the past six years.

Blood flowed continuously from her mouth, staining her snow-white clothes red.Because Ling Ziqing was hit directly in the heart by Zhang Liang's palm, that palm with internal force had already beaten her to half life.Now, adding her depressed heart has accelerated the passage of life: "The hairpin is broken, and the whole body is hurt. Is this my ending? Hehe..." She smiled ironically.

Ling Ziqing walked weakly to the side of Mei Lin, and collapsed, unable to hold on any longer.

"Third Master" Ziyou passing by was startled by Ling Ziqing covered in blood, he reacted and started to shout: "It's not good, Master Master, Second Master. It's not good, something happened to Third Master" , hurry up, people!"

Everyone who was called by the shout ran towards Meilin, but what caught their eyes was the fairy-like third wife in their minds who fell to the ground covered in blood.

"Three Mistresses"

The students who came over from "Three Masters" all shouted in shock.

Yan Lu, Fu Nian and the others looked at Ling Ziqing lying on the ground in shock.Fu Nian ran quickly and hugged her tremblingly: "Zi Qing, wake up, Zi Qing"

Ling Ziqing opened her eyes slightly, opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something but closed her eyes powerlessly.

"Zi Lu" Fu Nian yelled at Yan Lu in horror.

Yan Lu came back to his senses and immediately gave Ling Ziqing a diagnosis, but he was horrified by the pulse. "Quick, hurry up and carry Zi Qing to the room, I'll invite Master Uncle to come over."

Mo Chen, who learned of Ling Ziqing's accident, rushed over in panic. When he saw the lifeless person lying on the bed, he cried immediately: "Mother, mother, what's wrong with you? Are you okay? Will you get hurt? Wake up, mother!" Mo Chen anxiously grabbed Ling Ziqing's hand and kept yelling.

"It's okay, it's going to be okay" Fu Nian put a hand on Mo Chen's shoulder and said, as if he was telling himself.