Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

It was a little unambiguous, and he immediately took off his outer shirt and put it on for others, his brows were filled with a touch of distress and tender pity.

Seeing this scene, Mu Qianqian only felt a buzzing in her brain, and the whole world went dark.

The emperor actually talked to the national teacher...

Regarding his actions, Chu Jingran never refused. He knew that this man was swearing ownership to others like a lion, and if he resisted, it would only make things worse.

Feeling the end of the person's movements, Chu Jingran narrowed his eyes and said, "I...thank you, Your Majesty."

Mo Jiujun closed his fist an inch, looked at the person's indifferent face, and finally endured the opponent's counterattack, which was regarded as petty willfulness.

He's just happy.

Turning his eyes to Mu Qianqian, whose entire world was almost collapsed not far away, Chu Jingran said, "Please, Your Majesty...let go...Shu Zhaoyi."

Although knowing that killing this woman is very likely to encounter obstacles, the warmth on Mo Jiujun's face faded by three points at the moment of the real encounter, "If the national teacher stands in my position, will he forgive the instigator? ?”

I can!Because, I am only interested in men with big wits, and I never provoke women.

Seeing his silence, Mo Jiujun said: "No national teacher can do it, let alone me." After speaking, he turned around, but was held down by Chu Jingran.

A slightly hoarse voice came out, "Your Majesty... please."

The simple word 'begging' was like a fuse, igniting all the rage and depression of Mo Jiujun all the time.

Mo Jiujun turned sideways fiercely, clamped the man's chin, and shouted with red eyes: "You still haven't given up! You actually begged me for this woman. What about your pride? What about your belief? Do you still remember?" You are my national teacher of Wei Lin!"

The sharp pain in the chin made Chu Jingran, who was already weak, turn pale. Unlike the previous person who was teetering after hearing these words, Chu Jingran turned pale, and suddenly smiled.

Like the clear lotus in the fog, it is misty and hard to find.

"The national teacher... has died a long time ago, hasn't he?"

A heavy blow hit the heart, and Mo Jiujun's body was slightly blurred in the severe pain of heartbreak.

It turns out... In the whole world, Mo Jiujun can't ask for anything?Even if everything is counted, the person will not be sincere.

jealous?Oh, so he would be jealous too?

Breaking free from the restraints of others, Chu Jingran stepped down step by step, knelt down in such embarrassment, his voice as light as glass seemed to float from the sky.

"But please the emperor...give him death."

"You are threatening me!"

"I...don't dare."

Chu Jingran looked at the next one. She was no longer innocent and kind. She was completely baptized into another person by the cruel palace. With trembling lips, she said softly: "I once swore in the bottom of my heart... even if it is to bet on me My life, I will also protect... her."

At this point, Chu Jingran raised his head and looked at the man in front of him.

"Now I can't protect her anymore, I can only... let her die."

Kneeling down, Mu Qianqian's whole body was shocked, and she stared at the thin-clothed man with wide eyes. Her whole thoughts seemed to drift back to the green bank of the Liu River, where the innocent girl was walking along the bank with the unsmiling boy. On the side, the girl's silver bell's laughter and the young man's brows' unrecognizable drowning color blend into the most poignant picture.

The splendor of the imperial palace seems to pass by, without true feelings, without temperature, calculating, using, and competing for favor. If you don't make a move, you just wait for others to step on you...

Upstarts, suppression, sidelines, humiliation, tactics...

Years of pictures passed by one by one, all frozen in this moment, in the memory of this sentence that she had almost forgotten in the long river of history.

Suddenly, continuous tears poured out of her eyes, Mu Qianqian regretted it for the first time, regretted accepting the order, regretted their promise, regretted betraying this person.

When she was young, once she wished for someone's heart, she would never leave her white head. But when she grew up, she was fascinated by the luxury and splendor of the palace. She began to calculate, compete for favor, and dissatisfied with everything. He used this person again and again.

She laughed at him for being stupid, at herself for not keeping the so-called agreement, and that he should be used by her, but who is he?

Wei Lin Guoshi, who knows astronomy at the top and geography at the bottom, can't escape his eyes. Did he really not see his use?Is he really that stupid?Are you really that smart?

What she used was not his stupidity, but his unreserved sincerity towards herself.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...Brother Chen...I'm sorry for you Qianqian...I'm sorry for you..." Mu Qianqian lay on the ground, for the first time without any scruples about her image, crying in a panic.

"It's okay, Qianqian...don't cry."

……

"Oh!" The girl who was folding the willow branch withdrew her hand.

"What's the matter?" The young man not far away turned around and came quickly.

A drop of bright red blood gushed out from the fingertip, and the girl's eyes were red, "It hurts so much."

"Let me see