He shouldn't get up.

Cui Mingshuang was startled, but saw a woman rushing in from the crowd.

After a few steps, the woman suddenly stopped, staring at her stunned.

Then, she saw that many people on the Prince's side changed their faces, including the Prince.

"Alice?"

I don't know who said that, her heart suddenly shocked, it turned out that the concubine was like this.

She was dressed in a blue dress with a simple hair bun, only three or two hosta hairpins, fringed brows, and even unhealthy paleness on her face. The only pair of eyes was crystal clear.

There is a scar on the cheek.

The mark was bigger than her own, she was not very beautiful at first, and this scar made her look a little ugly.

Maybe it is so, but it makes people look curious, and ridicule.

For a while, the assaulters also stopped.

Cui Mingshuang couldn't help but stared at the superior, but saw his Dasheng's eyes fade quickly. He stroked his heart and said coldly: "Go back to the house."

...

Did he treat her as a fake leader in the palace?

Hurry up for three days, the leader never thought that goodbye would be such a scene. Even if Old Tie said, the situation is very bad now.

She really did not expect that he was like a withered pick, anyone could bully.

She glanced at Cui Mingshuang, although she tried desperately, tears rolled from her eyes one by one. She condensed on him, but chuckled and replied: "No, I won't go back, because I can't learn to grow flowers by myself. Raise grass."

Shangguan Jing Hongben coughed and hucked his waist. Hearing the words, he suddenly raised his head, his gloomy eyes seemed to be torn apart in an instant, revealing a sudden light.

For some reason, Cui Mingshuang suddenly felt a burst of grief in his heart. He seemed to understand something, but he didn't seem to understand it at all.

I could only stare blankly at Shangguan Jinghong as he stretched out his sleeves and wiped his **** eyes, and then stared at the leader like a hunter staring at his prey, as if he didn't know her.

There is no need for the prince to hold his stern look at him. Chunfeng had already darkened his face when he saw the leader, so he ordered people to catch him. The leader wanted to walk to Shangguan Jinghong to help him, but the two Xixia men grabbed her shoulders and hands. She was surprised and wanted to be a beauty, but saw Hengli waving a touch of green sleeves. The two had been He fell out of the crowd outside Zhang.

Someone in the crowd yelled out of fright.

The strength was so great that it was even more miserable than these guards treating the little servants of the Royal Palace. Lie several points, and the two of them landed on the ground, splashed with blood, splashed several nearby people, and they were on the ground. After wriggling a few times, it seemed that he could not survive.

This shocked everyone, even Cui Mingshuang looked at the man beside the leader in disbelief. He obviously doesn't have the strength to fight back, how could he--

Shangguan was shocked, and the wounds worsened. He coughed up blood, his body was unstable, and he shook slightly. He slightly separated his feet, propped up his tall body, and stared at her. When I looked at the leader again, his eyes had become extremely indifferent, his lips parted, and he said coldly.

The surroundings became very quiet, and people seemed to be caught in their throats, and their eyes were fixed on the two in the middle.

The leader's nose sore, and he took a step forward, and got closer to Shangguan Jinghong, so close that the tip of her nose almost touched his clothes. With two voices that could be heard clearly, he said softly: "Okay. I'm leaving. But, after leaving this time, I will never come back again. Forever and ever. You... take care."

During the long journey, Lao Tie was worried about her body. Although the dark guards drove the carriage very slowly, she did not dare to stop for a while, and did not go to the stack at night. She only asked to go down and continue on the road. She slept in the carriage. Bump all the way, vomit all the way.

Now, seeing his injury and decline, she felt pain in her heart, and her belly also became sore. She stretched out her hand to cover her abdomen, gritted her teeth and slowly walked out of Tianxiang Pavilion in the shock of everyone's eyes.

Lao Tie, Big Four, and Beauty Ben followed her in, but at this time they all went weirdly.

The small servant guards the door, the street is lively, the lights and wine are fragrant, and the crowd comes and goes. Their carriage stopped there, the horse bowed its head and gnawed at something on the ground, but the guard who was driving the carriage was strangely missing.

Qiao Chu turned around and looked inside, only to feel a figure leaping in front of her eyes. She stroked her slightly dizzy brows, trying to close her eyes to refresh herself.

As soon as the eyelashes were closed, a burst of blood suddenly penetrated into her nostril, and she opened her eyes in a daze--

The man was dressed in a green robe, and the remnant red arms had been wrapped around, looking at the painful and muddy eyes, the fiery faintly flowing in the eyes, she did not hesitate, and leaned in forcefully.

Snuggle into the wet embrace, press the tears over, and press dry.

The big hand landed on her hair, and then gently followed, but with the stiffness and slight tremor that she could clearly feel.

As if returning to the rain after a meal, that thoughtful snuggle, stealing a life for half a day of leisure, regardless of the reason, not to say love or hate, the interdependence seems to be just a gesture, just because the person next to him.

The footsteps were densely packed, and she knew that everyone was following, and there were noises coming and going on the street.

But she only knew that he stood upright, hugging her tightly.

Sniffing the heavy sweat and blood on his body, her stomach twitched for a while, but she didn't shrink back.

It doesn't matter whether people are sarcastic or mocking.

She doesn't care.

She is not afraid of being underestimated and laughed at.

She is willing to bear with him. Do not seek common blessings, but only wish to share difficulties.

"Leader."

A deep and hoarse voice came from above her head, with pity and a little helplessness, she broke free from his arms, raised her hand to wipe off the blood on the iron surface of his hair, and then his hand reached his iron surface. He already had a hand. He clasped her wrist, the indifference in his eyes had been replaced by a ruthlessness. He stared at her fiercely, his eyes were almost cruel, and he said word by word: "I let you go, you want to come back. You asked for it, so don’t blame me. From now on, whether you live or die, whether you love me or not, I will never let go!"