Ling Yun admitted to Princess Huanyu about his past with Lian Nanchun; and told her decisively that between her and Lian Nanchun, he would choose Lian Nanchun.
Huan Yu's emotions collapsed. She pulled out a long sword from the attendant with trembling hands, staggered a few steps after him, raised her arm, and suddenly forced herself into Ling Yun's back. She shouted hysterically: "Ling Yun, I want to kill him." about you!……"
Ling Yun turned around, his cold eyes facing the cold sword light and Huan Yu's fragmented eyes.
Impulsively, Huan Yu handed the sword inside. Everyone was shocked and at a loss.
Ling Yun reached out his hand and held the sword blade tightly.
The palms of his hands were covered in blood. The bright red blood, like a broken scarlet pearl, followed the tiger's mouth and turned into a stream of blood, crossing the blade of the sword and dripping onto the floor.
Just like flowers falling all over the ground in late spring, they were crushed, crushed, and then spread again, all red and broken and messy; Huanyu felt shocking when he looked at it, and his eyes were dizzy...
She only listened to Ling Yun say: "Princess, I admit that I am sorry for you in some ways. But do you understand my relationship with her? She and I knew each other and fell in love until we made a private decision for life - if it hadn't been for the marriage gift at the beginning According to the imperial edict, she and I might have been married long ago.
"But just to fulfill the marriage between you and me, she was willing to quit and promised to be just ordinary friends with me. But even like this, you can't tolerate her and insist on forcing me to break up with her! Do you know that she and I are close friends? , if I really lose her, what’s the point of my life?”
Huan Yu raised her face slightly, her eyes filled with moisture; her beautiful face was a bloodless pale, "That's why you chose her and abandoned me!"
Ling Yun said: "Actually, I didn't want to hurt anyone between you and her. That's why I concealed some things between me and her. I just hope that she can be with her in a harmonious atmosphere. Existing with you in my life.
"Only now do I realize how wrong my original idea was. How can fire and water be compatible? How can enemies get together? At this point, I can only hurt one person's feelings and make a helpless choice."
Huan Yu said sadly and angrily: "So, you would rather the injured person be me than hurt her?"
Ling Yun said solemnly: "Princess, I know I am ashamed of you. Rather than suffer this kind of painful torture, it would be better to die by your sword... If you hate me, kill me, I have nothing to say. Want to To kill, just do it!"
As he spoke, he slowly released his grip on the sword.
Huan Yu said: "So, you would rather die than give up your feelings for that woman?"
Ling Yun nodded silently.
Huan Yu laughed miserably, tears already covering his face. She felt the pain in her heart spread to her limbs bit by bit; her body was shaky, her whole body was light, and she was about to fall to the ground.
She gritted her teeth and said: "Okay, very good... Since I can't get you, I won't allow other women to get you!..." She closed her eyes, felt her heart change, and pushed the sword inward.
Ling Yun's strong and proud figure remained motionless. He closed his eyes, just waiting to feel the thrill of the sword piercing his chest.
At this time, he seemed to hear a woman's scream that changed her tone: "No!..." Then there was a "pounce" and the sound of a long sword piercing the chest.
At this moment, Ling Yun seemed to feel the taste of death.
Strangely he felt no pain. He opened his eyes and saw a woman's weak body standing in front of him, blocking the fatal sword for him.
This woman is none other than Jiao Xing.
The sword in Huanyu's hand pierced her chest deeply, and blood spurted out like spring water. The dripping crimson color, with thick blood, splashed all over Huan Yu's body and face.
The muscles on Jiao Xing's face twitched painfully, and her body was shaking like messy leaves in the wind. Finally, she couldn't hold on anymore, and when she fell limply, Ling Yun held her up.
Ling Yun said repeatedly: "Jiao Xing! Jiao Xing!..."
Facing this tragic scene of blood all over the ground, Huan Yu was also stunned and stunned. The long sword she held in her right hand was still dripping with red blood.
Blood was spread on the floor, like a large pool of bright flowers, seeping out in all directions.
She took a few steps back in panic, and the long sword in her hand dropped to the ground with a bang.
Ling Yun was heartbroken at this moment. He supported Jiao Xing and said sadly: "Jiao Xing, you...why are you doing this? I should have been the one who was struck by the sword just now!"
Jiao Xing's body was dyed red with blood; her eyes were melancholy and scattered, her face as pale as paper seemed to be transparent, without any blood; her messy hair was spread on her chest, like a woman from hell. Generally, miserable and broken, it looks terrible.
She struggled to move her pale and bloodless lips, and said intermittently: "No, Commander Ma, you can't die... As long as Commander Ma and Princess are well, I will die willingly..." As she said that, she gently He twitched the corners of his mouth and forced a bleak smile on his face.
Ling Yun felt as if his heart was tightly grasped by a big hand, shrinking into a ball in an instant, and he was so painful that he couldn't breathe.
He held her body with trembling arms and said in a thick voice: "Jiao Xing, you are so stupid..."
Jiao Xing gently closed her eyes, her chest rising and falling, as if she was trying hard to accumulate the little energy left in her body. She was panting weakly, with a faint sound of phlegm rolling in her throat, and a faint moan.
She waited for a while, then opened her eyes again, and whispered: "Master Ma, I am dying. I only have one thing to do now...please agree..."
Ling Yun said in a hoarse voice: "You tell me."
Jiao Xing said: "My father is seriously ill. In order to raise money for my father's delayed medical treatment, my brother used his jade pendant to blackmail you for a thousand and two hundred silver, which caused you so much trouble... Lord Ma, I beg you, slave... please don't blame them, don't make things difficult for them, okay?..."
Ling Yun felt a throbbing pain in his heart. Could he tell her that her father and her two brothers had been murdered and that her pleas to him had no meaning?
At that moment, he felt as if his throat was choked by something. His pale lips were moving, but he couldn't say a word.
Seeing Ling Yun's gloomy face and silence, Jiao Xing couldn't help but feel cold in her heart, and thought to herself: "Is the Commander Ma Ye really angry with my brother and unwilling to forgive them?"
But now she no longer had the energy to explain or argue. She just stared blankly with a pair of empty eyes full of begging.
Ling Yun nodded silently, "Okay, I promise you, I won't make it difficult for them anymore, just don't worry."
Jiao Xing finally let out a long breath, and a smile of relief appeared in her dark eyes.
At this moment, Ling Yun felt his arms suddenly sink! There was a throbbing in his heart, and he used his trembling hands to feel her breath, but she was no longer breathing.
Ling Yun felt as if he had fallen into an ice hole. His face turned pale and he bit his lips involuntarily; his slightly trembling hands became cold.
He lowered his body and held Jiao Xing's body, motionless like a clay sculpture, silent for a long time...
The missing moon hangs on the sparse tung trees, and the missing moon makes people still at first.
Who sees a lonely person walking around alone? Misty and solitary shadow.
Startled but looked back, no one can spare the regret.
Picking out all the cold branches and refusing to live on them, the lonely sandbank is cold.
Ling Yun sat alone on the stone steps in the back garden of Junma's Mansion, learning from the painful experience and feeling the pain in his heart.
He was thinking about Jiao Xing, what she said before she died, the look in her eyes before she died, and the meticulous care she gave him before.
He thought again of the innocent and tragic deaths of her two younger brothers Liu Aniu and Liu Ahu and her father Liu Laohan.
A good family was ruined in a blink of an eye. Why is God so unfair and so cruel to these kind and weak people?
There was a sound of soft footsteps behind him, and Huan Yu slowly approached him.
Ling Yun's eyes were blank and he just stared straight ahead, his figure motionless.
There was an unspeakable silence, and the air seemed to be stagnant at that moment.
Huan Yu finally spoke, "Jun Ma, it's so late, go back and rest. It's so windy outside, you'll catch a cold."
Ling Yun sneered: "I can't see that you still care about me so much. Aren't you going to kill me during the day?"
Huanyu choked up and said, "I was just impulsive during the day. In fact, you don't know how much I love you. I'm just afraid of losing you!..."
Ling Yun snorted and said nothing; he only looked up at the dim moonlight in the sky.
Huan Yu whispered: "Even if I did something wrong during the day, don't you admit that you are sorry for me? Junma, let the past things go forever, and let's start over again, okay?"
Ling Yun's face was like an ice sculpture, his eyes were cold and he didn't say a word.
Huan Yu said softly: "The injury on your hand is okay, right? Let me take a look, okay?" As she said that, she carefully took his injured hand and slowly raised it to her eyes.
His fingers were long and slender, with distinct joints, and the skin on the back of his hand was smooth and full, no different from ordinary people; but when she turned over the back of his hand and revealed his palm, she couldn't help but take a slight breath.
Because she saw that his entire right hand, from the tiger's mouth to the finger joints, had a thick scar, entangled in his palm like a bug; and the entire palm was scarred and stained with blood, which was extremely scary.
Huan Yu was shocked and said in a trembling voice: "Oh, it hurts so bad!...Does it still hurt? Why don't you go and bandage it? Why don't you bother to go there?...I'll go find the doctor right away!"
Ling Yun withdrew his hand forcefully and said coldly: "No need."
Huan Yu was stunned and choked up: "Do you really hate me so much? Just for such a small thing, you won't forgive me?"
Ling Yun's eyes turned slightly red, "Is this a trivial matter? Jiao Xing is so kind, innocent, and hard-working..."
Huan Yu curled her lips casually and said, "She's just a girl!"
Ling Yun raised his sword eyebrows and said: "What happened to the girl? Isn't the girl a human being? Isn't the girl's life not life? If it weren't for this girl, the one lying in the coffin now is not her, but me!"
The more he talked, the angrier he became. He quickly stood up from the stone steps, turned around and left.
