A cold water handkerchief was placed on the tip of his nose. Luojia suddenly woke up. The torch in the room was bright, and the guard began to play: "Your Majesty, Princess Fangfei has escaped..."
Ran away? Why did you run away again?
He was furious: "Chase, chase her back immediately. This time, we must punish her severely..."
He put on his boots and chased out first.
The mountain road, the familiar rugged road in the past, has become so difficult for some reason tonight, and the moonlight is so dim. Fang Fei stepped deeper and deeper, as if she had returned to her original escape in the temple. The difference this time was that there was no help.
, and there was no one to support him, not even Andre to support him, only himself.
A noisy voice sounded from behind: "Stop, stop..." The torch was getting closer and closer to the back, shadowy.
With no way out, there was a side peak going down the mountain in front of her. Only she knew about the secret trail. Although it was not steep, the slope of the hillside was very steep. Fang Fei stepped onto the trail and felt relieved. Almost at the same time, a torch had already
Liang was behind him, as if he was going to burn his vest: "Fangfei, do you still dare to run? Let's see how I deal with you this time..."
The fear of being chased by the third prince reappeared in front of her eyes, as if it was a deadly ghost. Her body softened, her head buzzed, her feet slipped, and she fell down.
There was a crashing sound, and Luojia's outstretched hand was empty, and she could only see the dark night, the endless night, and her body slowly fell into silence with the sound of gravel.
The pursuers stopped.
Luo Jia roared: "Fangfei, my Fangfei..."
One of the guards said in fear: "Your Majesty, she fell. But fortunately it is a hillside and the slope is not high. Maybe..."
"Hurry, search quickly, you must find it, you must live..."
The moonlight is dim, and in the eastern sky, the morning star has risen.
Seven or eight large fire torches illuminated the surrounding area as bright as day.
In the deep grass, a bloody hand was exposed, with messy black hair covering the face, like a dead corpse. Luojia rushed towards him: "Fangfei, my Fangfei..."