Chongru also looked at Hanhan with tenderness, letting her touch his face. But the next second he froze, and on the bed, a thick pool of blood bloomed proudly like a red lotus.

.

In Huanwan's lower abdomen, a silver knife handle stung his eyes. It was the fruit knife that Xianxian stabbed back when he was entangled with Xianxian just now. A biting coldness spread all over his body in an instant. Chongru

He shook his head, and the tears in his eyes could no longer be restrained from flowing out. The pretty and lovely woman's eyes were closing little by little, and the bare hands touching his face were also slipping away little by little.

"No, no, Huan Huan, Huan Huan, no, don't sleep, don't sleep, don't leave me, Huan Huan, we still have a lot of things to do. You promised to be with me forever, and you want to have a lot of children with me.

child's,

You, you can't break your promise, you can't! Huan Huan, Huan Huan, you can't, you can't leave me! Ah...ah..." Chongru burst into tears, hugged the dying Huanwen tightly, and shouted loudly

Roared.

At the end of the thirty-first year of Jiajing, Princess Chaoyang died at the age of eighteen. Because of her contribution to the peace between the Ming Dynasty and Tatar, Jiajing gave her the title of Princess Anle. However, the death of the princess did not let the Yongwang Mansion

It's amidst the starkness, but on the contrary, there are still red lanterns hanging high.

In the cold and cold cellar, a young man dressed in silver stood tall and tall, looking at the girl sleeping peacefully in the crystal coffin with burning eyes. His hands were blue and blue from the cold, but he didn't even notice.

There were waves of icy cold air, but it was the spring pool nearby that was causing trouble. The steaming spring water bubbled with white ice bubbles, making the temperature of the entire cellar extremely cold.[

King Yong looked at the girl lying in the crystal coffin with a sad face. His daughter, no matter how hard he tried to protect her, could not escape this disaster of life and death. After experiencing the wind and rain on the battlefield, he had suffered the pain of loss.

The taste of a beloved wife, this time, the tragedy of the white-haired man giving away the black-haired woman came again. King Yong, who had always been indifferent and casual, aged many years overnight.

.Their father and daughter have always been together less and more apart. After returning to the capital, they were busy with the marriage. Now that the marriage turmoil has passed, I originally thought that my daughter would have a happy and worry-free life from now on. How could I have imagined that she would give birth to so many children.
Chapter completed!