Chapter 438

Since everything is in vain, she can only choose not to look, listen or ask.

She did not know that Huo Yanzheng was staring at her deeply. There was no killing intention or anger in the dark eyes, but full of sadness.

He chose to believe in xueluo, which means he gave up her. Today's event must have a result anyway. He doesn't believe that gentle and generous xueluo will frame Lin Yao, so Lin Yao can only be cruel and cruel to kill xueluo.

She was probably afraid, so she closed her eyes and refused to look at him again.

Huo Yan stared at her quietly. Under the moonlight, her white jade face radiated soft and moist light, but her hair was as dark as ink. With her beautiful face and gentle manner, she looks so pure and innocent with her eyes closed. Why is she such a vicious person?

He was wrong about Lin Yao after all. She didn't want to appear so detached from the world, but a cruel and cruel woman.

The moonlight was as clear as a mirror. He could even see her eyelashes trembling gently like butterfly wings. She was afraid. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to comfort her. His sleeve moved slightly, but his palm stagnated in the air.

Huo Yan closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his eyes were clear, and there was no pity in his eyes.

"You will suffer from such a result," Huo Yan whispered, both questioning Lin Yao and persuading himself.

She knelt motionless, and her white jade like little hand was placed on both sides of her skirt. He looked at the little hand. His five fingers were slender and white, just like jade carving. When the two were in love, he held the little hand countless times and kissed her fingers one by one. That hand was often used to prepare medicinal materials, and there was always a faint fragrance of herbs between his fingers. This hand was also used He wrapped his big palm in his heart and walked in the night market of Chang'an with his fingers clasped. He still remembered the warm feeling of his fingertips and the soft hand holding him. He was reluctant to give up.

But its owner murdered his most beloved woman with this hand, and he could not forgive her.

He suddenly stepped on the soft little hand. Lin Yao trembled. He only heard his cold voice: "this is the punishment you deserve. You can't blame the king."

With a slight force under his feet, he only heard a "click", which was a broken sound. The soft little hand lost its vitality and could no longer be as flexible as it used to be.

Lin Yao's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and her face was as white as a ghost returning from hell. The pain in her hands tore her heart and lungs, and almost drowned her. She wanted to faint, but her consciousness was sober and tight. Her body trembled badly, but she didn't ask for mercy like him, not a word.

She even pulled out a sarcastic smile on her lips, but it was too painful after all. Even though she bit her lips tightly to prevent her from showing any weak emotion, the glittering water droplets still trickled down the corners of her eyes, fell on the green brick and stone ground, and splashed a glittering spray.

What are those splashes? Lin Yao was stunned, and his consciousness gradually blurred. It must not be her tears, because she must not cry in front of Huo Yan, and never let him see his weakness and cry.

On her lip, the red, swollen and broken skin that had already been bitten by her, the blood wound down the breach, but she still didn't feel it.

She didn't want him to see his weakness and tears. She tried her best to smile at him. The smile fell into Huo Yan's eyes, but it was like a sharp knife, which cut a hole in his cold heart. He subconsciously turned his head and stopped looking at her, but his heart still hurt. It was as if his heart had suddenly been cut open, and countless entanglements grew out of the wound Algae, wrapped around his wound, swayed his heart.

He thought he chose xueluo without hesitation, but he never knew that his heart would betray himself. The pain in his heart told him that he was no less sad than Lin Yao at the moment.

Lin Yao resisted the sharp pain in his hand and slowly stood up. In the bright moonlight, her face was as white as paper and there was no blood at all. She covered her injured hand in her sleeve and looked at him expressionless: "since the Lord has punished Lin Yao, can you release Lin Yao from the house?"

The sword eyebrow suddenly frowned. Huo Yan's cold eyes fell on her, as if reading a joke. Lin Yao straightened his back and waited for his answer. Huo Yan opened his mouth coldly. There was no emotion in his low voice, and all that remained was ruthless ridicule: "want to leave like this? Dream“

He mercilessly mocked her in his mouth, but there was a daze in his heart. He clearly hated her, but he never wanted to let her go. Even if her existence would hurt xueluo, even if her existence separated xueluo from his feelings, he never wanted to let her go.

Although Huo Yan didn't understand, he was sure that she would stay with him all her life, and he would never let her go.

"I'd like to invite myself to the hall and ask the Lord to complete it." Lin Yao bowed down and saluted deeply. The bright moonlight shone on her face. Her face was pale and terrible, but her eyes were surprisingly black and bright. She looked at him for a moment without fear.

Huo Yan's face was heavy and his eyes were full of evil. Lin Yao was not afraid at all. She looked at each other indifferently, with a numb and calm tone: "if the Lord thinks one hand is not enough, this hand can also be taken away, or my life. If the Lord doesn't want my life, please let me leave here."

Those beautiful eyes looked at him calmly and asked him to let her go. Their pale face was full of calm, like a dead water without waves.

She just wants to leave King Wei's house and him? Eager to sacrifice the other hand, not even life? Huo Yan was angry at first. He glanced over the calm face and still kept his bloody lips. There was another pain under his heart.

Huo Yan looked at her with deep eyes. His golden and jade voice was full of cold: "I'm afraid you forget that you are the side imperial concubine on the jade plate. Unless you die, you can never leave here."

He leaned over slowly. Jun's face was only one step away from her. He sneered: "even if you die, you will be buried in the Royal Mausoleum next to me. You can't leave."

He saw Lin Yao tremble as he wished, and a trace of fear flashed in his calm eyes. Huo Yan was vaguely happy. She wanted to leave him, but she was destined not to escape from him. She can't escape him even if she dies. She is destined to be with him in this life.

Lin Yao slowly lowered his eyes. The original black and bright eyes were dim in an instant. All the losses came one after another at this moment. She once put down her hatred and wanted to be with him. I once preferred to sacrifice my life for his safety. However, all this was burned with the arrival of Wen xueluo. Once tender and affectionate, all the good feelings are now turned into clouds and smoke, which can no longer disappear.

He refused to let her go, just for his own face. Or maybe it's for Wen xueluo. It is well-known that Wen xueluo is not loved by the noble people in the palace. Since Huo Yan doesn't want her identity to be exposed, he will keep her as a shield. Since she was still useful, Huo Yan naturally refused to let her go.

Since it is useful, she is qualified to talk to him about terms.

Lin Yao looked at Huo Yan indifferently. There was neither love nor hate in his eyes. He was calm like a dead water: "how do you deal with the green pearl?"

If he still insists on killing Lvzhu, even if he kills himself, even if he knows it's a mantis, she will fight to the end!

Huo Yan's eyes were bright and cold: "she committed such a crime. There is no reason to forgive easily."

Lin Yao sneered: "according to the Lord, she is just an accomplice. Just think she was forced by me and had to do it. Please spare Lvzhu's life."

She doesn't care about her own life, but she cares about the life of a bitch!

His face was heavy and his eyes were not good at looking at her. He could see the trembling of her right hand under her sleeve, the cold sweat on her forehead and her straight back. Huo Yan's heart was softer after all: "drive her out of the house."

This is the lightest punishment. Lin Yao breathed a sigh, which may not be a good thing for Lvzhu. She has understood that nothing in the world is more important than freedom. It is really a good thing that Lvzhu can revive her childhood and start a new life.

"Thank you, Lord." she thanked her sincerely. Huo Yan snorted coldly without asking if she could.

"One more thing, the LORD promised to find the medicine for ah Xuan..." this was the last thing that worried her. Lin Yao slowly asked.

Huo Yan sneered: "since the king has promised, he will fulfill his promise."

Lin Yao nodded slightly: "the king's promise is nothing better." in his mouth, he also promised her two love for a long time and asked her to stay with him, but didn't all this turn out to be empty?

As long as he promised to find medicine for ah Xuan, she and he would be reconciled from then on. In the future, she will probably huddle in a dark cabin and spend the rest of her life quietly.

Lin Yao barely stood up and staggered towards the door under the gaze of Dawson's cold eyes. The sharp pain in her hand stabbed her to the bone, but she proudly straightened her back and walked out of the door step by step in his eyes.

As soon as he left Huo Yan's line of sight, Lin Yao couldn't support it anymore. As soon as he was soft, he fell down. The green bead kneeling outside came forward and cried to help her: "madam, what's the matter with you?"

"It's all right." Lin Yao smiled and comforted her. His palm inadvertently supported on the ground. He tore his heart and lungs in pain and couldn't help but turn white on his face. A hesitant voice came from his ear: "Mrs. Lin, what's up?"

The voice was vaguely familiar. Lin Yao subconsciously raised his eyes. Where his eyes could reach, a young man with light robes and slow fur was standing by and looking at her, with a slight look of worry in his eyes.