Princess— Ying Niang hurriedly ran over and supported her.

The princess has been proud all her life. Even in the most embarrassing moment of the Qin Palace, she has never been so rude. She will always look noble and elegant, even when she had to avenge the Nine Princes in front of the emperor. , she just curled the corners of her lips, the late emperor could not wait to hold Jiangshan in front of her.

But now, with blood dripping on her chin and clothes, she sat on the ground in embarrassment, her eyes were blank, and her body was trembling. Although she was still beautiful and frightening, she was so helpless and helpless.

Ying Niang took the handkerchief and wanted to wipe the blood on her lips, but Han Litong waved her hand.

She fixedly looked at the cold mirror, trying to find the slightest trace of Qin Feng's imagination on her face, but there was none. Qin Feng was violent, and she was someone she could recognize when she turned to ashes.

The cold mirror has a delicate appearance, and her outline is seven-point similar to her. It is no wonder that anyone who takes a look can feel that there must be a relationship between them.

Only those eyes, lacquered as ink, were very similar to Fengxi.

Fengxi is gentle and elegant, with a pair of ink eyes that are always bright and sincere, like a beam of sunlight that can always shine into people's hearts.

But he stayed by her side for too long. When she was very young, she went out hunting with her father one time. She got lost in the mountains because of playfulness. She cried for a long time, hungry and scared, and then at that time , I met the teenager who was only in his teens at the time. He stretched out his hand to her in the twilight of the setting sun, in the lonely and barren woods, and his bright eyes made her instantly wrapped in tenderness.

When he sent her back, she learned that he was the youngest son of General Feng Lao, a famous general from Xiqi. A niece is also the favorite concubine of the father, so when the father saw brother Fengxi, he appreciated him very much.

Since then, brother Fengxi has been in and out of the palace frequently and grew up with her.

If there was no later disaster, if she was not stubborn and had to go to a relative, maybe she would be betrothed to brother Fengxi by her father.

It's just a pity that everything can't be repeated.

In the absurd time, they forcibly missed it.

One mistake, and life and death are staggered.

Han Litong's eyes are a little sore, dry and sore. For so many years, at this moment, she really wanted to cry, but her eyes were so empty that no tears could fall.

Her heart, which had been dead for too long, was tightly clenched into a ball, and it was painful for her to breathe.

Han Jing walked over a few steps, bent down and looked at her, her voice cold and ruthless: A person who never understands what love is, will never be worthy, and will never have love.

Then she stopped looking at Han Litong, and turned to look at Han Qingjue: Please lead the way.

Han Qingjue was still in a trance, when she heard Han Jing's words, she actually stood up: I'll take you there.

Han Jing glanced at her, nodded, turned around and said to Lian Xichen, Brother, come with me, and the others will just stay here and wait.

Han Jing still doesn't trust Han Qingjue. Although Han Qingjue doesn't need to play any tricks at this time, it is better to be careful in everything.

Han Qingjue was still in shock and left without looking back.

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like