The sharp tip of the knife was pointed at her heart. If it stabbed in, Song Luan would die on the spot.
Zhao Nanyu held the hilt of the knife, his hands were shaking, his forehead was covered with sweat, his voice was extremely low and hoarse, and he was completely deflated, "I can't do it."
With a "bang", the dagger fell to the ground.
Song Luan forced herself to use her last bit of strength, bent down and picked up the dagger from the ground. With just such a simple action, she was sweating profusely from the pain. She gently placed the dagger in his palm and said, "It hurts so much, it hurts even in my dreams."
She thought about death all the time, her organs failing, and it felt like there was a big hand in her chest, grabbing her heart and stirring it with all its strength.
Even breathing is painful.
Zhao Nanyu's tears fell on her cheeks. Song Luan suddenly realized that her death was a relief for her, but a torture for Zhao Nanyu.
It must be hard to feel good to kill a loved one with your own hands.
But she really didn't care about his feelings anymore.
She raised her eyes, looking at Zhao Nanyu with red eyes, her eyes sparkling with water. She covered her chest with one hand, curled up, and breathed heavily, "It really hurts so much, please save me."
An intense, sharp pain spread from the soles of the feet to the brain, and every part of the limbs and bones could not escape this extremely sharp pain.
Song Luan screamed wildly. As she lost her strength, the sound of her moans in pain gradually became smaller. Her originally beautiful facial features gradually became distorted and her face turned pale.
Her five knuckles were pale as she grabbed Zhao Nanyu's sleeve and said, "Kill me, kill me."
Zhao Nanyu kissed her forehead tenderly, slowly closed his eyes, and then opened them. He gripped the dagger again, his eyes numb, and with a "swish", the tip of the knife sank deeply into her flesh and pierced her heart.
Song Luan fell into his arms, with a satisfied smile on her lips.
It was almost exactly the same scene as the one she had dreamed of. She died at Zhao Nanyu's hands and in his arms.
Zhao Nanyu pressed her head on his shoulder and said in a hoarse voice, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore, don't cry."
"Well, you won't feel any pain anymore, right?"
At the moment of being stabbed to death, Song Luan's soul seemed to be pulled violently, and all the memories came flooding back.
Song Luan thought of a lot of things. She was actually very willful. Zhao Nanyu had told her more than a hundred times that she liked walking barefoot on the ground, but she never listened. She always just smiled and got away with it. He shook his head helplessly and amusedly, grabbed her feet, bent down and helped her put on her shoes.
This winter, it snowed heavily in the capital and the weather was colder than in previous years. Zhao Nanyu pushed a big snowman for her. At that time, she didn't have time to ask him how long it took him.
It must be very cold to build a snowman with so much effort.
This man has always tolerated her temper and her arrogance. He is taciturn, domineering and tolerant.
Song Luan hadn't felt so relaxed in a long time. Her soul was floating in the air, and many memories that did not belong to her all entered her mind.
Suddenly, her soul was pulled out of this world.
Song Luan opened her eyes again. She was lying in front of the desk. The light in front of the computer was on. The computer page was still on the interface of the book "Powerful Minister" in Wenxue City, which showed that it had been completed.
She was in a daze for a moment. No, The Powerful Minister was clearly not finished yet. She opened the book with trembling hands and read it chapter by chapter. Her heart gradually sank. This book was written almost according to everything she had experienced.
The ending stops at her death.
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Song Luan sat in front of the computer in a daze, looking confused and innocent. When she asked Zhao Nanyu to stab her to death, she really didn't expect that she could come back.
Everything she experienced seemed like a dream, so unreal.
Song Luan touched the jade pendant on her neck and was stunned for a long time. This was the jade pendant that Zhao Nanyu forced her to wear. It turned out... it was real.
She felt empty inside and a little uncomfortable.
Song Luan turned off the computer, threw herself on the bed, and stared at the ceiling with her big eyes. She didn't sleep the whole night, and only fell into a drowsy sleep at dawn the next day.
She couldn't tell where she was. She once again saw the woman who was killed by an arrow through the heart on the city wall. The only difference was that this time she was wearing a gorgeous wedding dress and had a pretty smile on her face. She must have been extremely happy.
The man in white held her hand and whispered something in her ear. The woman in her wedding dress smiled with her eyes curved, and said coquettishly while laughing, and even reached out to hit him.
Song Luan tried hard to see the man's face clearly, but his face was always blurry and she couldn't see it clearly.
Song Luan seemed to be trapped in this illusion again and almost couldn't wake up. It was the ringing of her cell phone that woke her up. Song Luan opened her eyes tiredly and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face. Her stomach was growling with hunger.
She put on her shoes and was about to go out when she realized she was wearing pajamas. She changed out of her pajamas in a daze and went out with her wallet.
Song Luan had just walked out of the gate of the community when a man in a Taoist robe sat next to the sentry box. "Would you like to have your fortune told?"
Hearing this voice, Song Luan subconsciously turned her head and looked over. Her pupils suddenly shrank. It was the Taoist priest whom she had met once in Fulu Temple.
The man raised his face and smiled at her, "Girl, let me tell your fortune."
Song Luan rushed to him and clenched his fingers, "Who are you?"
Who is he? ! It’s fine that he knows a lot, but why does he exist in both worlds?
The Taoist smiled slightly, "I am not important."
Song Luan couldn't help but stepped forward and grabbed his hand, fearing that he would disappear in the middle of his words like last time, "You know what's going on, right?"
Why did she travel into the book, and why did the content of "The Powerful Minister" change after she came back? Was it just a dream of hers?
The Taoist gently brushed her hand away. There was no emotion on his young face. He raised his eyebrows and said in surprise, "It seems you haven't remembered it yet."
"Remember what?"
The Taoist thought for a moment and said, "Let me tell you a story."
"I don't want to hear a story! I just want to know what happened."
The young Taoist priest insisted on telling her a long story.
An imperial decree tied the emperor's beloved little princess to the prince of the southwestern border. It was a marriage that neither of us wanted to have. Although the little princess was not happy to marry a man she had never met, she had heard of the youngest son of the King of the Southwest. He was a famous general, both civil and military, and most importantly, he was very handsome.
This important town on the southwestern border is filled with beautiful women of all ethnic groups, and all of them want to marry him.
On the wedding night, the little princess sat on the wedding bed with a nervous mood, twisting her handkerchief to relieve her inner tension. She waited for a long time before the slightly tipsy groom arrived, and the red veil in front of her was slowly lifted.
The little princess saw a delicate and elegant face, like a fairy from heaven, so beautiful that it made people dizzy.
The little princess was stunned for a moment. The man smiled at her and said politely, "Sorry for the wait."
The prince was very polite, even on his wedding night. He didn't seem to like her very much, and spoke to her as if he was dealing with a guest, not his wife.
The naive and romantic little princess fell in love with him and spent the whole day hanging around him. Finally one day, the noble prince was moved by her innocence.
The relationship between the couple heated up rapidly.
The little princess is still too stupid. The prince only got the information from her and accepted her for other purposes.
The King of the Southwest proclaimed himself king and rebelled in the winter of the third year, and his most promising son became his helper in the capital.
With the two of them working together, the King of Southwest soon reached the capital.
The guards in the capital had nowhere to retreat, and the little princess was captured. The desperate people regarded her as their last straw.
They took her to the top of the city wall and threatened him with his wife.
The prince was cold-blooded. He took the bow and arrow from the guard behind him and without even a moment's hesitation, the arrow flew straight over.
Song Luan said coldly, "I said I don't want to hear the story."
She didn't like this story at all, what a tragedy.
The Taoist asked, "Do you want to go back?"
She thought.
She didn't really like Zhao Nanyu, she just felt that he was too pitiful and was afraid that he would go crazy.
She still wanted to know her brother and missed that lovely child.
"It's not impossible to go back." He said meaningfully.
He changed the subject and spoke again, "I'd better finish the story with you. The little princess swore a poisonous oath before she died that she never wanted to meet him again in her life."
If I were unlucky enough to meet him again, I would never fall in love with him.
This is the little princess' curse.
If fate plays tricks on me and I still fall in love with him, I will not die a good death.
The Taoist lazily looked at Song Luan's back as she walked away. This was the third time that man had tried to kill her.
He will never recognize the woman he loves, even though he exists in every life just to find her.
He has to live in agony and loneliness.
The infatuated man and the resentful woman, the man is too obsessed, the entanglement is endless, and the relationship will not end until one dies.
Zhao Chao felt that Zhao Nanyu had gone crazy.
Song Luan was already dead, but he didn't allow anyone to touch her body, and even delayed burying her, and didn't let anyone enter that room.
The Song family didn't know about this until several days later. Aunt Lin spent a lot of money to hire people from the escort agency, and called all the servants of the Song family, and broke into the Zhao Mansion.
Zhao Nanyu was really teaching Shi Ge'er to read at that time. Except that his face was a little pale, no one could tell that he was abnormal.
Aunt Lin's voice had long been hoarse from crying, her eyes were red, and she needed the support of a maid to stand steadily. Aunt Lin was always a woman with exquisite makeup, but after her daughter died, her heart also died, and she no longer had the mind to care about these things.
She raised her hand and slapped Zhao Nanyu hard, her eyes full of hatred and she gnashed her teeth, "Give my daughter back to me. I won't leave her to you even if she's a corpse. I won't let her enter your Zhao family's grave."
Her poor daughter, how young was she before she lost her life? ! I really shouldn't have let her marry here back then. Zhao Nanyu is a heartless beast.
Zhao Nanyu's face turned pale, and he said unscrupulously, "You can't take her away."
"I'm her mother! I tell you, Zhao Nanyu, my daughter is unlucky to marry you. How could such a good person die like this?! Huh?! Tell me how many times you have harmed her!? How dare you continue to hold on to her and pretend to be deeply in love with her? It makes me sick." Aunt Lin laughed bitterly, "She would probably find it ridiculous if she saw it."
Zhao Nanyu pretended not to hear, as if these words were not an attack on him. He picked up Shi Ge'er and covered his ears, "You are not allowed to listen."
Shi Ge'er buried his face in his neck, wanting to cry but not cry.
Zhao Nanyu looked into the distance with empty eyes, raised his right hand and looked at it in the sunlight. It was this hand that he used to kill the woman he loved most that day.
The sunlight shone on his shoulders, but Zhao Nanyu still felt very cold.
The only person he cares about in this world is Shi Ge'er. She loves this child, so he naturally has to take good care of him, otherwise she will blame him when she comes back in the future.
Aunt Lin hated him so much that she pointed at the person she brought with her and growled, "Go and bring him out to me."
A group of people rushed up, and Aunt Lin also broke into the room. Her daughter was lying in the middle of the bed with a peaceful expression. The wounds and blood on her body had been wiped clean, and there was rouge on her lips.
Zhao Nanyu approached step by step, and his guards surrounded her. He looked at Aunt Lin calmly and said, "I said, you can't take her away. She is mine."
Aunt Lin held Song Luan's body, turned up her collar, saw the wound on her chest, burst into tears, and asked, "How could you do this?"
Zhao Nanyu gave a very faint smile. He stepped forward, snatched the person back, held her in his arms, lowered his head and whispered as if to a lover, "Blame me, let others disturb you."
Zhao Nanyu glanced at Aunt Lin and said, "You disturbed her sleep."
Aunt Lin was so angry that she almost fainted. She pointed at his shaking hands and almost couldn't catch her breath. "You are crazy, you are really crazy."
Even death will not let Aluan rest in peace.
Zhao Chao couldn't bear it and couldn't bear to watch it, so he said, "Second brother, please let Second Sister-in-law rest in peace."
Zhao Nanyu glanced at him, and his eyes suddenly became fierce, "Shut up."
"Brother, the body will stink and rot. You won't be able to keep it for long even if you do. It's better to let her go."
Zhao Nanyu couldn't listen to what anyone said. "Did you hear me telling you to get out?"
No one could disturb the time he and Song Luan were alone together. She was just asleep and would wake up soon.
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