"Emperor Physician, pass on Imperial Physician!"
Chu Yanhuan yelled in dismay, his already pale face became a little lighter, and he couldn't help feeling chills all over his body.
Almost bone-chilling.
The guards outside quickly broke in and arrested the assassin on the ground.
…
Shen Qingjue's body swayed, and he fell down quickly. The blood overflowing from his heart slowly meandered down.
The dazzling red is dazzling.
Chu Yanhuan supported Shen Qingjue with quick eyes and hands, and supported his head with his hands to keep him from falling to the ground.
"Shen Qingjue, you are not allowed to die, you are not allowed to die without my permission!"
Prime Minister Xueyi smiled, coughed slightly, his cherry red lips faded a little, he patted Chu Yanhuan's head with a bit of a smile.
Some complained aggrievedly, "Yan Huan is really domineering..."
Chu Yanhuan's tears could no longer be held back, and she kept falling, "What's wrong with me being domineering, Shen Qingjue, it's not the first day you know!"
As she spoke, she yelled angrily at the maid: "Where's the imperial physician? Where did the imperial physician die?"
The blood on Shen Qingjue's face gradually faded, and with the loss of blood, his life was also lost.
The Prime Minister smiled slightly on his fairy-like face. He raised his hand and tugged on Chu Yanhuan's sleeve, and softly advised, "No need."
He knew his body was useless.
real.
The empress seemed to be ignited instantly, and she lost her composure and said, "No need, Shen Qingjue, do you know what you are talking about?"
Her eyes gradually turned red, and she sobbed, "What are you talking about, Shen Qingjue, do you know what you are talking about..."
crying like a child.
Shen Qingjue's eyes were already blurred, but he still raised his hand reluctantly, as if he wanted to touch Chu Yanhuan's face, his pale and thin lips parted.
"Yan Huan, don't cry, I will feel bad..."
"Yan Huan, let me be selfish once, okay? I really don't want to live without you, I really don't want to..."
"That would drive me crazy."
Shen Qingjue was actually able to dodge the knife just now.
But by coincidence, he didn't.
Chu Yanhuan closed his eyes and let the tears fall wantonly.
He knew, he really knew everything.
Because you know that her body is going to die soon, so are you ready to come and accompany her
Prime Minister Xueyi slowly raised his white fingertips, touched the cinnabar mole between Chu Yanhuan's eyebrows, and then traced her eyebrows and eyes.
"Don't forget that I love you... ok?"
His voice was a little hoarse, and it sounded soft and extremely weak at this moment.
The dark and beautiful pupils had completely faded away, and the smile on the beautiful face gradually faded away.
In the end, the fingertips were unable to hang down.
Say joy.
Died in your arms in such a tragic way, won't you forget me
…
Shen Qingjue died.
Chu Yanhuan sat there blankly, and didn't come back to her senses for a long time. She was like an emotionless puppet, neither crying nor laughing, and she didn't even move her eyeballs.
System 677 frantically called Chu Yanhuan in the void: [Host, host, wake up, what's wrong with you?]
Chu Yanhuan ignored it.
But when the system called out, she came back to her senses.
The girl lowered her head in a daze, and looked at Prime Minister Xue Yi who had closed his eyes. His beautiful face was still flawless, and he seemed to be asleep.
Chu Yanhuan slowly lowered his head.
Covering the light-colored lips, she dropped a very light, very light kiss.
She thought a little aggrieved.
Shen Qingjue.
You see, I kiss you already.
Why are you still awake...