The wind on the edge of the cliff was very strong, and the curtains of the carriage were exhaled. Hua Xuan's face was full of crystal tears. The shoulders kept trembling because of crying.
Green light song.
"Then go back." After hearing Xiao Xun's words, Hua Xuanzhang didn't want to roar, almost exhausted all his strength, and his throat was dumb as if he rolled over the sand.
"Later is chasing soldiers, I ..." The man said with grievances.
"Miss." Qing Ge only felt that the entire face was rigid, and the blood slowly flowed slowly, and Bai Yan brought it for so long to distinguish some poison. She could still raise her hand and slowly.
Slowly wiped the tears on Hua Xuanzheng's face, but added a little red blood on her face.
"Don't work hard for me, I can't survive." The light song sobbed, and the blood overflowed slowly from the mouth.
"Don't say it, don't say it anymore." Hua Xuanzhang wiped the blood on the mouth of Qing Ge in a hurry, but tears were getting more and more.
"Miss, you let the light song finish, otherwise the light song will feel guilty in life, and death will not be safe." Qing Ge swallowed a lot of blood, and said slowly: "In fact, the light song is the singing is the singing is.
The people around Bai Yan originally had to do to make the lady slowly promote with Wang Ye. On the day of the light song, she heard a message from the prophet.
, That day ... The person who abducted the lady who was abducted and sent to that hut was me. Miss, you don't have to cry for me. All of this is what I should have.
""
The light song forced the eyes, and said slowly: "I have met a lot of people, I have seen many men, and once moved to Wang Ye, but in the end, I love it, but it is still him.
From countless dead people piled up, the beautiful brother, lady, lady, don't blame him, he just wants to avenge his mother -in -law ... I ... "
He used you, Hua Xuan pursed his lips, and tightly held the light song in his arms. He still remembered that there was a little girl who made a bowl of porridge with a red face. When he hit the board,
Grab in front of yourself, and use what he is not familiar with herself as herself. It brings a little warmth.
Although these things may not be in her own, Hua Xuanzhi remembers that only the little girl who looks soft and weakly talks softly.
Gently hit her head on the head of the light song, Hua Xuanyuan patted the back of the light song again, and held her tightly in her arms, because she cried because she couldn't even say a word.
"Light song ... These are not your fault, you ... are just ordered to act, light songs, I won't blame you, I will never blame you!"
"Miss." The light song took a deep breath, a bitter but satisfying smile on the corner of his mouth, and said intermittently: "Can you promise me ... My last request.
Light songs are almost unable to make sounds.
"What the last one, wait for you, I ... I promise you ten, twenty, and I have promised not to the requests, you are good, you are fine, you can hold on, I, we will go back here
Find a husband. "
"Miss." Lightge pulled the sleeves of Hua Hua Xuan, "Light song ... It's really not good, lady, you, please let you make the light song combing the head once, the light song seems to be long for a long time, for a long time
I haven't combed you with hair. Remember to sing light songs. In the palace that day, you wore a big red shirt and combed your head with light songs. Really, beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful. "The eyes of the light song were a little scattered, and the smile on the corner of the mouth was
It seems to bring her back to the palace banquet that day.
At that time, Hua Xuanyuan was still a little girl who did not understand anything at first glance. She dared to refute the emperor. She dared to refuse the marriage of the second prince.
That day, they met Bai Yan ...
"Okay." Hua Xuanyuan was crying long ago, but he asked instantly: "There are no wooden buds and mirrors here, how to comb?"
"I, I have brought it." I thought that I would have this day. After Hua Xuanyuan was injured, the light song hid the small mirror and wooden comb in my arms.
Hua Xuanzhang opened a light song and helped her sit on a high carriage and sat up, while she was squatting down, and the pure hemp cloth shirt bloomed with big red flowers under the rendering of blood.
Mandala, which is wrong with Hell Naihe Bridge.
The ink -colored hair is completely scattered in front of the light song, like a black satin, like silk, and the light song trembles and pulls out a peach wood's comb from his arms, fearing that the blood on his hand will blackened the ink hair,
, I was busy with myself. I was too big to have a big move to the wound.
Reaching out and grabbing a ray of ink hair, the sound of light songs can no longer be light, like a dream.
"What do you comb in the lady today, how about the hands of the hands of the hands ... it seems a bit ordinary ..." Liang Ge bent his body and combed Hua Xuan.
Hua Xuanyuan, who was sitting on the ground, had already burst into tears.
The blood dripped down the redwood sword feathers, and left in the neck of Hua Xuanyuan straight. Hua Xuanyuan trembled and trembled, letting the little hand slowly becoming cold in his head in his head.
Weaven up and forth.
For a long time, the cold little hand stopped slowly, and the light song took out a mirror from his arms, and said to Hua Xuan: "Miss, look like this ... Is this beautiful?"
"Beauty, beauty, beauty." Hua Xuanyuan saw that the light song had no bloody face in the mirror, and kept saying it.
"That's it ..."
With a weak sound of the light song, the wooden comb, which was still combed back and forth on Hua Xuan's head, slipped from the small hand of the light song, and the dense eyelashes trembled slightly.
, Slowly clinging to my eyes.
"Light song! Light song." Hua Xuanyuan's voice even shocked the leaves of the entire woods, and he held the light song tightly in his arms, crying helplessly.
"Ho right ~" With the friction between the horseshoe and the ground, a very familiar voice spread to Hua Xuanyuan's ears.
No expression.
From the arms, all the cloth bags wrapped in the silver were given to the little sister -in -law, and the light -singing corpse was handed over to her.
I didn't feel home before, and she must give her a home after death. "