Ling Shaochen Yue Beiyi

Zhai Chuan was really going crazy, but luckily, a torrential rain poured down, and with the splash of water outside, the fire quickly died down.

After leaving the house, it was raining heavily. Ling Shaochen soaked the rainwater in the rain and kept wiping the blackness on the body of the corpse, but he couldn't wipe it off.

The prince signaled the servants to retreat, and sighed secretly, the corpse was burnt black, and Ling Shaochen lost even the last thought.

"This is not my Beiyi, definitely not..." Ling Shaochen stopped wiping, and murmured: "Look, it doesn't look like it at all."

Zhai Chuan's tears mixed with rainwater flowed all over his face, he also thought it was not, but Yue Beiyi was carried back by him and put here, why not?

"Qingyuan, my condolences." The crown prince stood in front of Ling Shaochen with an umbrella, protecting him from the rain.

Ling Shaochen couldn't stop trembling, and slowly lowered his hand, holding the silver hairpin of the epiphyllum stuck in the heart of the corpse.

It was carved by him, it was very rough and could not be put on the table, but it was regarded as a treasure by this girl.

In just half a year, his world was turned upside down. Ling Shaochen thought that he would never experience this kind of heart-wrenching pain in his life, but he never thought that this time, it made him even more grief-stricken than the overthrow of the Ling family.

Letting Yue Beiyi down, completely, is his own sin and crime!

Even if he was infected by a Gu, losing is losing. He lost his favorite wife and child, and the two most important people in his life died because of him. It is useless to keep this life.

"God, why didn't you take my life and let me accompany her..." Ling Shaochen hugged the corpse and cried tremblingly.

"Will Xiao Wan want you to die? If it wasn't for you to live well, she wouldn't..." Zhai Chuanhong roared, "Xiao Wan admires you the most, you are the God of War in the Yong Kingdom, and you are the guardian of thousands of people in the Yong Kingdom. God! You look like a bear, and she won't recognize you even if you go underground!"

Ling Shaochen was stunned, thinking of Yue Bei's bright eyes every time he looked at him, from the time he said he wanted to protect his family and country, clapping his hands and saying "Brother Chen is great!", until the night of his escape, she kept saying in his ear "You are the patron saint of Dayong and mine, you must live well..."

When he found Yue Beiyi in the military camp, he ordered someone to send her back to the capital, but she could always find a way to run back.

"A person like me who has today and no tomorrow may not be able to come back in the next battle, shrouded in horse leather, why should you?"

However, Yue Bei refused to give in, with a stubborn face, "I have worshiped the world with you, even if you die in battle, I will collect your body for you."

Looking at her serious face, Ling Shaochen couldn't say that she shouldn't be messing around, the little girl has grown up.

"You know, I have nothing but brother and sister feelings for you."

Eliminating Beidi is Ling Shaochen's biggest goal in this life. On the battlefield, swords have no eyes, and they have no time to care about the love of their children.

What's more, what he likes is Yue Zhitong. Although there is no destiny, he really can't give her wealth and stability, so he suppresses those hazy feelings in his heart.

Yue Bei stuck out her tongue coquettishly, "Things are impermanent, maybe one day you will like me. Maybe one day I don't like you anymore. But I like you now, so I follow my heart and come to you. "

The world is impermanent, the world is impermanent, now that he loves him to the core, she no longer loves him, and even abandons him, Yin and Yang are separated!

Why did fate play tricks on him like this...

Pulled up by Zhai Chuan, Ling Shaochen still held the corpse and did not let go.

Is this God's punishment, not even leaving him with the last thought...

Zhai Chuan half-dragged and half-carried one person and one corpse into the room, threw Ling Shaochen on the bed, watched him carefully lay the corpses flat, unaware of the smell of burning, and couldn't help feeling complicated.

Ling Shaochen was not a victim, but Xiaowan paid the price with her life.