He absolutely didn't believe it! No matter how humiliated he was, she survived tenaciously! She tried to escape over and over again, never giving up the hope of survival and freedom!
How can it be!
Yu Beiming shook his head. He clearly understood that he already regretted everything he did to Mo Qinghuan, didn't he?
Mo Xiaohuan's body gradually became colder, Yu Beiming picked her up and held her in his arms
"You have always been afraid of the cold. If the lonely king holds you, you won't feel the cold anymore, right?"
His cheek was close to Mo Xiaohuan's face, his chin was touching Mo Xiaohuan's face, and he was extremely intimate.
"Are you planning to sleep like this forever? Why don't you want to see the lonely king for the last time..."
At the end, Yu Beiming's voice became hoarse.
she hates him
he knows
This is why she refused to see him for the last time!
She chose the cruelest way of revenge! She wanted to leave him alone in the world!
"Didn't she leave any words of magic?" Yu Beiming finally asked without giving up.
"No"
Liu Fufeng's weak answer shattered his last hope
The night train is sinking everywhere, only a few lonely cold stars in the sky are shining on the earth
The white snow on the ground also glows with a cold light
When the people in the Imperial City received the news of the death of Princess Ling, they specially sent people over. Even Mo Qinghuan's father, Taifu Mo, decided to come from the distant Imperial City.
Under Yu Beiming's order, Mo Xiaohuan was put into a bright red wedding dress
On their wedding night, he didn't show up, but she took off the hijab herself.
But now, Yu Beiming looked at the person under the hijab, thinking of all the past, and felt a sudden pain in his heart.
"My lord, it's time to seal the coffin," Yan Li reminded Yu Beiming from the side.
Seal the coffin!
Yan Li's reminder made Yu Beiming's body tremble.
He couldn't take his eyes off the sleeping person in the coffin.
Yu Beiming didn't move at all. Yan Li wanted to remind him again. Liu Fufeng shook his head, took a step forward, put his hand on Yu Beiming, and forced him to come back to his senses.
"The hour of Northern Ming Dynasty has arrived"
"Yes." Yu Beiming seemed to agree, bent down, and gently picked up Mo Xiaohuan.
Weak Liu Fufeng was a little surprised: "Beiming, what are you doing?"
Yu Beiming did not look back. His words seemed to be condensed in the ice and snow: "I want to hold her and finish the last journey."
In the dark night, the royal tomb looks particularly scary.
A hundred years after Yu Beiming buried Mo Qinghuan in his own mausoleum, he would share the same cave with her
During the entire process of sealing the coffin, Yu Beiming remained silent. In the tomb, the sleeping lamp had already been lit to guide people going to the underworld.
Yan Li took a step forward and informed Yu Beiming: "Your Majesty, Master Mo has just arrived at the palace and wants to come over to pay homage to the princess."
"No!" Yu Beiming said coldly that he would never allow anyone to disturb Mo Qinghuan. He didn't want her to get involved in any fights again.
"The people sent by the new emperor have also arrived at the palace," Yan Li added.
Yu Beiming's face became even more gloomy: "Can he bear it after all? Go back home!"
Xiaotao has been following the team. Since Mo Xiaohuan passed away, she seems to have lost her soul.
Only then did Yu Beiming notice her. He couldn't help but hold the knife and the master couldn't protect her. What's the use of keeping a girl?
But the moment he drew the knife, Mo Qinghuan's face flashed through his mind and he remembered that she had knelt down in front of him for the people of Fuyao Palace.
If she killed Xiao Tao and buried her with her, she would be even more unhappy.