Because the heavy rain blocked the pursuits and allowed him to escape by chance. [26nbsp;]
Although he was lying on the bed, he couldn't help but feel frightened - just a little bit away, he was like the little princess and the others and the others, and died on the streets.
If it weren't for the same injured Andkang standing beside him, he really suspected that all this was a nightmare... When he woke up, the dream disappeared. Princess, little princess, they were still at home, never arrived
Passing this terrible place...
However, the princess's body was lying in the coffin.
Remind him on the ground that all this was true - she lay quietly, miserable and quiet, and the stains on her face were washed away by the restrained military doctor, but the horrible expression never faded.
...
When the Third Prince stood in front of the burning walls of the inn again, the first snow of winter suddenly fell and fell on the dark walls.
The princess is gone, the little princess is gone... and there is even any trace...
He stood there blankly, stubbornly thinking that this was a nightmare--it didn't make sense, the two of them came from afar just to be burned...
There is no reason for them to appear here.
However, the princess's body reminded him: they were indeed here and died.
Iron evidence is as strong as a mountain.
Just like the last sentence of the princess - they are not going to kill us, but to kill you... It's a trap, a bait!
Who is going to kill himself? In the end, he killed two women who shouldn't die???? What kind of huge conspiracy behind this?
Because he was a wife and concubine, he thought there was no danger, so he only brought these few people... At this time, looking back, the army he led was full of darkness at the door.
I am no longer afraid of any killer or any assassin.
But, so what?
The fallen little princess and princess can never be resurrected.
He walked slowly down, and the snowflakes fell down, his head and face turned into water droplets and fell down drop by drop... When he walked to the burnt big flower tree in the other courtyard, he stopped.
A heart-wrenching cry for help came from my ears: "Save me... the prince... save me..."
When his legs were weak, he knelt down, his head buried in the dark soil, and tears fell like rain...
Little princess, princess, how can I be worthy of you in my life???