The plague in Weicheng was miraculously cured, and the people all cried out for miracles from heaven.

……

The familiar pain swirled in his heart, and there was a vague outline in front of him, still the corner of the clean snow-colored clothes.

Is it Shen Qingjue?

Chu Yanhuan blinked a little sluggishly, and his curly long eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, as if he was about to cover them again.

As soon as you wake up, do you want to faint again?

The corners of the girl's pale lips curled into a wry smile, and her pale fingertips hung limply.

Chu Yanhuan knew that it was the law that was rejecting her.

The eyes are slowly blurred, and the vision is slowly distorted......

"Yan Huan, wake up."

was held by a pair of slender hands, the other party shook slightly, and the girl's eyes gradually cleared.

After seeing who the other party was, her brows immediately relaxed, and she muttered coquettishly to Shen Qingjue: "What are you doing, I'm too sleepy, let me sleep again......"

The snow-clothed prime minister hooked his lips and smiled reluctantly, picked up the teacup on the side, handed it to Chu Yanhuan's lips, and said softly: "You have slept all afternoon, get up and drink some water." ”

The girl didn't reply to him, her head hanging down, and her long crow-blue hair scattered over her shoulders and covered her back.

Shen Qingjue trembled and stretched out her hand to shake her, and the girl's body fell softly.

Endless fear flooded his heart, and at that moment, Shen Qingjue felt that his heartbeat was about to stop.

The corners of Chu Yanhuan's lips gradually overflowed with a trace of blood, drop by drop, and on this extremely pale face, it looked more and more weird and bewitching.

The desolate white is lined with the bewitching red.

Shen Qingjue pursed her lips and reached out to wipe the blood on the corner of the girl's lips, but she couldn't wipe it clean, and her snow-white fingertips were stained with blood.

"Yan Huan, Yan Huan, don't scare me......"

"You liar, you said you would accompany me to Baitou, how long has it been ......"

He seemed to be stunned, his delicate pupils flashed with a thin light, and his extremely black pupils were dilated at the moment.

……

That night, the people in the entire Tai Hospital were busy all night before they reluctantly pulled Chu Yanhuan back from the ghost gate.

Shen Qingjue stayed by the side, clasping her hand.

He could feel it clearly.

Something, slowly, unusually clearly, was shattering. One by one, the warm wreckage still wanders in the heart. It's as if even the bones are screaming and aching.

……

Barely holding out his eyes.

What greeted him was a snow-bright knife light, and the reflected light almost stung Chu Yanhuan's eyes.

The stab was straight at her chest.

Chu Yanhuan's pupils shrank, she subconsciously wanted to hide, and then she woke up Shen Qingjue, who was lying on the side of the couch, and the other party's eyes were foggy for a moment, and they became clear in an instant.

Afterwards, Shen Qingjue saw this scene that almost made his eyes black.

Before he had time to think, the snow-clothed prime minister reached out and hugged the girl in front of him, and turned his back to the sharp dagger.

Chu Yanhuan's pupils contracted sharply, and his eyes widened with fear, "No! ”

The dagger pierced Shen Qingjue's back directly.

The empress, who was furious, slapped the female assassin with all her might, and directly beat her to death.

Chu Yanhuan trembled and held Shen Qingjue, her pale lips hooked slightly, and she was a little glad: "It's okay, it's okay...... It's on the right. ”

It's not the location of the heart, that's good, that's good.

The snow-clothed prime minister bent the corner of his eyes at her, and smiled softly, he reached out and hugged the girl in front of him and kissed the top of her hair.

"I love you......"

Shen Qingjue never told Chu Yanhuan.

His heart is on the right side.

That's fine......