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Chapter 570: Fireworks on New Year's Eve 1

"Okay!" The King of Qin stood up and said, "Everyone goes to see the fireworks."

The explosion sounded, and the colorful fireworks rushed to the sky with a bright color, adding a bright color to the dark night sky

Looking at the fireworks slowly falling in the sky, Song Wenqing sighed deeply

At the end of the year, there were so many things happening to the King of Eastern Yan, and even the New Year's Eve fireworks in the palace were scattered.

The fireworks show is still going on, but Song Wenqing has no intention of watching it again. He pushed the door and entered the house to see what Xiaoman is doing

Ten days ago, when he arrived at the capital of Dongyan, his heart was almost broken

The bed was in a mess, with blood spots everywhere

Xiaoman was lying there like a corpse, only the blood foam spitting out of the corners of his mouth from time to time told him that she was still alive

Teru told him that when they rescued Xiaoman, she had only breathed a sigh of relief.

I thought I couldn't wait for him to come, but I didn't expect that there was a magical force in her body supporting her and supporting her to survive.

He blamed Chitu for not taking the rescue earlier

Chitu replied in a low voice: The general only ordered us to monitor Miss Zhang, but did not order us to protect her. Finally, I saw that Miss Zhang was really unable to do so, so I had to rescue her.

That's right, he gave the order, and the others did nothing wrong

But when he gave the order, he never thought that Xiaoman would be hurt like this

If he thought of it, he would definitely order Chitu and others to protect Xiaoman, not just to monitor her

It's his fault, it's his fault after all!

If he had given orders to let Chitu and others protect Xiaoman early, there would have been no such tragic happening today

Recalling this, Song Wenqing sighed deeply, walked to Xiaoman's bedside with guilt and sat down

On the bed, there was no sweet woman's fragrance in Xiaoman, only a strong smell of Chinese medicine

He closed his eyes, slapped himself, and said, "Xiaoman, it's me that's bad, it's me that I'm sorry for you. Can you forgive me?

"If I had known that you would have been hurt, I would have let Teru and others protect you with all their might."

Tears slowly slid down her cheeks and dripped on Xiaoman's red and swollen jade hand


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