What love? What joy? It turned out to be all fake!
In the current situation of interests and power, everyone has their own choice, and at this time, love and love have become the least worth mentioning and can be sacrificed first.
Cold tears rolled down the corners of his eyes. Jing Huahan bit his lip tightly, quickly took out the token from his sleeve and threw it into the newly lit bonfire.
The token was wrapped in yellow satin. As soon as it was rolled into the fire, a large ball of flames immediately ignited and burned fiercely.
"Stop!" Erri and Muyan quickly wanted to pick it up, but were still a step too slow.
He raised his hand angrily and slapped Jinghua Hairpin resoundingly, "You despicable woman! You do bad things to me!"
Yelu Daiqin's pupils trembled, but he still stood there without taking a step forward.
Jinghua Hairpin suffered such a blow that she staggered and fell to the ground.
"Princess! - Princess!" Wen Chan and Qing'e exclaimed and knelt beside Jinghua Hairpin. They shrank and tried to help them, but were kicked hard in the stomach by several guards. It hurt immediately. The two of them were rolling on the ground.
"Shaub!" Orihemu shouted, "Hurry up and take that thing out of the fire!"
"yes!"
Before he could finish his words, Shaobu picked up the teapot on the table, lifted the lid and poured it into the campfire.
The force of this palm was so great that a trace of blood seeped out from the corner of Jinghua's mouth where the hairpin was struck.
Seeing Shaobu and several guards digging around in the ashes of dead branches, Jing Huahan supported his upper body with one hand and climbed up from the ground, laughing loudly.
The smile is wanton and the smile is sad.
In the past, when she was a princess, she had never smiled like this. When she lived in the palace, the queen was in charge of her, and after she left the palace and opened a mansion, her aunt in charge disciplined her every word and deed.
She felt that she had never laughed so freely in the past ten years.
"First Prince! It's burnt black! It's useless!" Shaobu held a black object in front of Errihemu.
"How could it be burnt black!" Orihemu snatched it away, "This token is not made of pure gold!" After saying that, he turned to look at Jinghua Hairpin fiercely, leaned down and put his knuckles on her chin. He suddenly raised his head and said, "Say! Where is the real token!"
Jing Huahan's health was not good to begin with, and after being thrown down like that just now, his internal organs were already overwhelmed.
At this moment, he could no longer hold back, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He coughed a few times, his eyes flashed slightly, and he looked at the person in front of him with a sneer.
"This - is - the real token - cough cough - cough - except - now it is no different from charcoal!"
"Bitch!" Ori Hemu threw the person to the ground again, "How dare you play tricks on me! Okay! You think I don't dare to kill you, right? Then I will kill your maid!"
After saying that, he turned around, drew his sword, turned his hand, and pointed the sword's point directly at Wen Chan's neck. He stared at Jing Hua Hairpin, "If you still don't tell her, she will die!"
"Princess-" Wen Chan was already trembling with fright, crying and reaching out towards Jinghua Hairpin, but was stomped down hard by Orihemu with the sole of his foot.
In an instant, a scream filled the tent.
"Wen Chan!" Jing Huahan felt heartbroken as he looked at Wen Chan, whose beautiful face had turned pale in pain.
"Cough - cough cough -" Jinghua Hairpin crawled towards Errihemu's feet like a gossamer, "That is - the real token! It is not made of pure gold - therefore - therefore it has been through the fire It will turn black after burning——"
"You still haven't told the truth! Okay!" Errihemu nodded, looking playfully at the landscape hairpin at his feet, "You really don't want to give up until you reach the Yellow River!"
After saying that, he swung his sword neatly, and a stream of blood mist sprayed past Jing Huahan's eyes.
Jing Hua raised her hairpin and moved her eyes downward, only to see that a deep gash had been cut into Wen Chan's neck, and her pupils were gradually losing focus.
"Wen Chan——" Jing Huahan was lost in thought for a moment, and she was stunned for a moment. She called out softly, climbed up to Wen Chan, and touched the tip of her nose with trembling fingertips. She was no longer breathing.
Dead - just like that - dead -
She sat up and held Wen Chan's face tightly. For a moment, she couldn't believe that the person who was fine just now was gone like this——
"Now do you know that you feel distressed?" Orihemu sneered, picked up Qing'e's hair and threw it hard towards the door. He turned his head outside and said, "Tie her up!"
After receiving the order, the guards immediately stepped forward, tied Qing'e's hands behind her back and threw her to the ground.
"Let's see how long you can keep your mouth shut! If you don't tell the truth again." As he said that, Orihemu pulled out the short knife from his waist, shook it in front of Jinghua Hairpin, and walked to Qing'e, "I will kill her Pierce it into a sieve! Let's play slowly!"
"You-" Jing Huahan bit her lip tightly, looking at Ori and Mu with a sinister smile on her face, she felt that she really had no choice at all.
She hated that her improper handling of the token had caused Wen Chan to suffer, and now - she couldn't get another Qingyu to join her.
The cold wind blew into the tent, blowing away the tears hanging on her cheeks along with the hair on her temples.
She turned to look into the shadows inside the tent.
