Zhao Nanyu's chest felt like it was pierced by a sharp sword, piercing his heart. His limbs were cold and his eyes were bloodshot. He covered his chest with his hands and supported himself on the edge of the bed with his other hand. His throat felt fishy, and he could not resist the bloody smell coming out of his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Song Luan was horrified, supported him, and asked anxiously: "What's wrong with you?!"
Zhao Nanyu glanced at her, the corners of his lips twitched, and he fainted before he could say anything.
When he opened his eyes, his face was covered with blood. He could hear the sound of fierce fighting, and soldiers with swords in hand kept charging forward around him.
"Kill!" The leading general's armor was covered in blood, and his original appearance could no longer be seen.
Zhao Nanyu found that he could not control his body, and could only watch himself raise the sword and chop off the head of the person beside him. The deputy general behind him widened his eyes in disbelief, "You...you actually betrayed your master openly? You are associating with traitors and villains!"
He sneered, raised his sword and pierced the deputy general's heart again. With a cold look in his eyes, he ordered: "Open the city gate."
Nearly 10,000 personal soldiers guarding the capital had long since become his subordinates. They obeyed his orders and immediately opened the city gates. A group of soldiers, blood-thirsty, rushed in together, unstoppable, and killed their way to the front of the imperial palace, facing swords and spears.
The man was dressed in black, his pale face splattered with fresh blood, and he was filled with murderous intent. He held the hilt of a sword in his hand, and the sharp blade slowly scraped across the ground. He looked at the people on the city wall with cold eyes.
A tyrant emperor is in power, and the guards guarding the palace are also wavering. The commander of the guards is a sworn enemy of the rebellious King of the Southwest. Even if he surrenders today, his future will be extremely bleak.
The commander took the pale-faced little princess to the top of the city wall, tied her hands tightly, and whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry for wronging you."
The princess and her husband are deeply in love and have been married for many years with a sweet relationship. If there is anyone who could make this cold-blooded prince show mercy, it is probably only the little princess.
The commander actually didn't want to really kill the little princess, he just wanted to save his own life.
He said loudly to the people below: "My Lord, if you dare to take another step forward, I will kill her."
The knife across the little princess' neck moved forward a little.
The prince curled his lips into a smile, asked the attendant beside him for a bow and arrow, raised his hand, and aimed at the woman in fluttering red on the city wall.
Zhao Nanyu widened his eyes and looked at another self. He shot the arrow without hesitation, with excellent accuracy, hitting the heart.
Probably no one expected that the prince, who had always doted on his wife, would be so cold-blooded and shoot his wife without hesitation.
The little princess was pushed down from the city wall, her body kept falling backwards. With a bang, she landed heavily on the ground, and blood flowed from the back of her head.
Zhao Nanyu looked at the face that looked exactly like Song Luan, and at himself who had killed her with an arrow, and screamed loudly, "No!"
But no one else heard his voice, including himself.
The prince didn't even look at his wife's body. He said to the soldiers behind him with a stern face: "Kill them all."
He is the most beloved son of the King of Southwest China and the most popular prince in the southwestern border. He has great ambitions and will never be stopped by petty love affairs.
The army was approaching, and the guards were ultimately unable to resist.
The golden and dazzling imperial city has become a purgatory, with corpses everywhere. Every spot seemed to have been washed with blood, and not even heavy rain could wash it away.
The blood on the prince's face had already coagulated into a deep red color, his lips were red and his teeth were white, and he was raging with coldness. He had long been bloodshot with killing intent, and the deputy commander hesitated and was hesitant to speak.
He glanced over coldly and said, "If you have anything to say, just say it directly."
"The princess's body... is still... still under the city wall. What should we do with it..."
For so many years, people have said that they are a perfect couple.
One is innocent and kind, the other is elegant and handsome. They have never quarreled and are always in love wherever they go.
Before the King of Southwest started his rebellion, he was still worried that his most beloved son would be burdened by his romantic relationship.
But what he did was so ruthless that it was beyond the King of Southwest's imagination.
But it’s better this way, because emperors are always heartless.
My son has some mental skills, so the world should belong to him.
The corners of his lips were pursed into a straight line, his expression suddenly became a little uglier, and he gritted his teeth, "I'll go and see for myself."
The rainstorm had just stopped and only a light drizzle was falling.
Blood was flowing slowly on the ground. The little princess closed her eyes and lay peacefully on the ground. Her hair and hands were all covered in blood, and her extremely beautiful face was also stained by the blood.
She was wearing a wedding gown with intricate embroidery, and was dressed gorgeously, as if she had put on makeup specially, just like the day she married him.
The prince still remembered that she was wearing this dress on the day she married him. She had a sweet smile on her face, her cheeks were flushed, her ears were also red, and her hands were nervously grabbing her sleeves, and the cuffs were wrinkled by her.
He was obviously scared to death, but he still had to pretend to be strong and powerful.
She said: "I don't care who you are. I am my father's most beloved daughter. If you dare to treat me badly, I will let my father kill you."
"The princess is so fierce."
The little princess blushed again at his words. She turned around and snorted arrogantly, "It's good that you are scared. I don't think you dare to bully me. I am a real princess!"
She is spoiled and born to be pampered in every way.
She is a little girl who was raised in the palm of the hands of the emperor and empress, and she has no scheming mind at all.
He did like her over the years.
But even if he didn't kill her today, the situation was already decided and the little princess would hate him for the rest of her life.
Just let her leave cleanly.
It's also a good thing.
The identity of a princess of the previous dynasty was a disaster. Zhao Nanyu knew that she would never let herself suffer and it would be better if she died.
It would be better for him to end her life with his own hands than to die in the hands of others.
He squatted down, staring at her with his dark eyes. She had long stopped breathing. The arrow was still stuck in the little princess' chest. He raised his hand and pulled it out himself.
The rain soaked her face. He looked at her for a long time, then slowly straightened up, turned his back, and closed his eyes. "Bury her in Dingling Mausoleum. When I am a hundred years old, you can be buried with me."
Zhao Nanyu was so heartbroken just by looking at this scene that he became numb. He couldn't believe how he could bear to do this to her.
He loved Song Luan so much, and couldn't bear to see her in pain or sad, so how could he bear to kill her?
The scene changed, and Zhao Nanyu saw Song Luan again. She became his wife again. She had a disdainful smile on her face and looked at him sarcastically.
Song Luan seemed to hate him and refused to say even one more word.
And he himself didn't like his wife very much.
The longest time they hadn't seen each other was three months. Zhao had a house outside his mansion, and he didn't want to go back home so he stayed outside.
Song Luan's dislike for him was evident in his words. Every time he was called, he refused to speak properly and his words were sharp, never letting him off the hook.
Not only that, Song Luan was having an affair and constantly flirting with other men, but she never looked him in the eye.
She even wanted to divorce him for another man. Zhao Nanyu finally couldn't bear it anymore and poisoned her.
Before Song Luan died, he went to see her in a good mood. She had been tortured by poison for several years and was so skinny that she didn't even have the strength to get up.
Zhao Nanyu saw that he had taken out the dagger and stabbed it into her heart with a sneer. He even thought it was dirty, so he threw the dagger away and wiped his fingers with a handkerchief.
The outside of her house was covered with oil, and the firelight reflected his indifferent face. Zhao Nanyu smiled and threw the torch in his hand inside.
The fire quickly grew fiercer and burned her completely in the raging flames.
Zhao Nanyu could no longer tell whether this was a dream or something that really happened. He couldn't believe that he had killed him again.
Witnessing Song Luan's death once again, Zhao Nanyu could no longer feel the pain.
His eyes were red as he looked at the man who suddenly regretted killing someone.
The other him seemed to remember something and shed tears while looking at the ruins.
Then, Zhao Nanyu saw again the scene of himself killing the pain-stricken Song Luan with trembling hands.
He held Song Luan in his arms, his hands trembling, a few tears running down his cheeks. Even though his heart was broken, he killed her because he couldn't bear to see her in pain.
This is the third time.
Three times in total, each time it felt like he was tearing out his own heart.
A strange man suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Nanyu. He was wearing a Taoist robe and had a smile on his face. "You remember everything, right?"
Zhao Nanyu's face turned pale and his throat was so sore that he couldn't make any sound.
The young man smiled and said, "Do you remember what the princess said before she died?"
He saw that she seemed to say something before he pierced her heart, but he didn't hear it.
The handsome Taoist priest kindly reminded him, "The little princess said that she doesn't want to meet you again in this life, and she will never fall in love with you if she does."
"If she falls in love, she will die a miserable death."
This was her punishment for herself, punishing herself for not being able to judge people well.
Zhao Nanyu's face completely lost its color, his lips turned pale, and his voice was ethereal, "So?"
"And after you achieved success, you prayed for the next life with her." The Taoist smiled, "You were too stubborn, so you did pray for the next life."
But every time he died a miserable and perfect death.
Zhao Nanyu tensed his back and felt so much pain in his heart that he couldn't stand.
The Taoist priest continued, "I really couldn't bear to see you continue to torture each other, so I helped you."
"She will never fall in love with you. She may like other men, but she will never have any romantic feelings for you. As long as she doesn't love you, she will never end up with a miserable death."
Therefore, if Zhao Nanyu wants to keep her for a long time, he can't be foolish and hope that she likes him.
This is also his retribution.
Retribution for several lifetimes.
You can never have both love and gain.
And he also had to worry about whether Song Luan would fall in love with other men in the rest of her life.
Only after Zhao Nanyu killed her every time could he recognize her, the lover he had been looking for for a long, long time.
Only after killing her could Zhao Nanyu remember everything.
Song Luan was standing by the bed, yawning. She was really sleepy and fell asleep the moment she lay down.
But Zhao Nanyu hadn't woken up yet, and was mumbling something, but it was impossible to hear clearly what he was saying.
Late at night, doctors are particularly slow to come.
The doctor hurried to the mansion with his medical box. After taking the man's pulse, he replied, "Your Excellency has fainted because of a sudden attack of anger. He will wake up after taking some medicine to calm down his anger."
It's that simple! ?
Song Luan didn't quite believe it, and pointed at the unconscious man lying on the bed and said, "But he's still vomiting blood."
The doctor groaned, shook his head, and muttered, "It shouldn't be that bad..."
He coughed and said, "Maybe I was too angry and vomited blood."
Song Luan didn't quite understand this, so she nodded and said, "Then I'll go make some medicine for him."
No one dared to give her this kind of rough work.
The maid boiled the medicine for her and brought it in. Song Luan blew on the medicine to cool it down before putting it into Zhao Nanyu's mouth. But this man fainted and it was very difficult for her to feed him. Either she couldn't feed him, or even if she managed to feed him, he would spit it out.
Song Luan lost her patience after feeding him once or twice, put the medicine aside, stretched out her hand and pinched his face, "Take it if you want."
Didn’t you just say you liked him? Just scare him by vomiting blood.
She also wanted to say that she liked it, but she couldn't make a sound.
Song Luan was thinking about a lot of things, his eyelids were drooping, and he fell asleep on the edge of the bed.
Suddenly, Zhao Nanyu opened his eyes, rolled his eyeballs, and found that Song Luan was sleeping on him.
Zhao Nanyu remembered everything, including all the evil things he had done before. For the sake of the imperial cause, he killed his wife with his own hands.
In order to avoid being bound by love, he personally killed the person he loved.
He did get the throne, but he also got endless loneliness.
There was still a taste of rust in Zhao Nanyu's throat, and he couldn't help coughing twice. Although the sound was very low, it still woke up the woman lying on him.
Song Luan opened his eyes dazedly, "You're awake."
Zhao Nanyu gave her a real scare today. He vomited blood and fell into a coma. Even after asking a doctor to check on him, he still didn't wake up.
Song Luan tried to feed him medicine, but he just couldn't get it down, and he didn't respond when she tapped him.
Song Luan was afraid that he was dead, and the large mouthful of blood she spat out scared her to death.
In her eyes, Zhao Nanyu is a strong man who cannot be hurt.
What’s going on! You vomited blood after being kissed by her? Then she would never kiss him again next time.
Zhao Nanyu sat up slowly, his eyes dark. He suddenly grabbed her wrist and laughed softly, which sounded eerie and scary.
Song Luan looked at him and felt that he seemed to have become even crazier.
She touched his forehead, a little worried about him, "What's wrong with you? Are you still not feeling well?"
Zhao Nanyu looked at her who hadn't remembered anything yet, smiled, and said softly, "I'm fine."
Just after he said these three words, he spat out another mouthful of blood.
Song Luan frantically found a handkerchief and wiped the blood off the corner of his lips. "You...what on earth happened to you!"
How angry are you? He vomits blood at the slightest provocation.
Zhao Nanyu vomited because he couldn't bear the pain in his heart.
He was already in hell. Despite being entangled for so long, Zhao Nanyu still had no intention of letting Song Luan go.
Song Luan is hers.
It can only belong to him.
If Song Luan falls in love with another man in the future, be it the newly crowned third place winner or an elegant young talent, Zhao Nanyu can't help but want to kill him just thinking about it.
Song Luan was wearing a single piece of clothing with a slightly open collar, revealing her fair shoulders halfway, and she looked confused and innocent.
Zhao Nanyu hugged her tightly, his eyes gloomy, "I can't let you go."
You can't leave.
Can't fall in love with someone else.
Can't leave him.
Zhao Nanyu no longer wanted to kill her again and again and live in endless pain.
Song Luan felt a little pain from being pinched by him, "You are in a bad mood."
The male lead is amazing.
Come and bully him when you are in a bad mood.
So angry.
Zhao Nanyu smiled and said, "Well, it's not very good."
In the end, Song Luan was not feeling well either. The sick Zhao Nanyu was very brave and energetic, so much so that she could not resist.
His waist was broken and his legs were fastened around his waist.
I don't have the energy to cry anymore.
Zhao Nanyu lowered his head and sucked away the tears from her eyes. He pinched her waist, opened and closed his mouth, and whispered in her ear, "She will remember it, too."
Zhao Nanyu inserted five fingers into her hair and whispered, "Don't think about it."
"You are my favorite person."
"I will love you very much."
Song Luan, who had already fallen asleep, could no longer hear these words. The person in his arms shuddered, hummed twice, stretched out his arms and hugged his neck tightly, rubbed against him, and licked his lips, "Ah, you are so warm."
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