Chapter 108： Emperor Shi (48)

The plague in Weicheng was miraculously healed, and the people all called for miracles.

...

Familiar pain hovered in my heart, and there was a vague outline in front of my eyes, still the cut corners of snow-colored clothes.

Is it Shen Qingjue?

Chu Yanhuan blinked a little sluggishly, and her long curled eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, as if they were about to be covered again.

Did you faint again as soon as you woke up?

The corners of the girl's light-colored lips evoked a wry smile, and her pale fingertips dropped weakly.

Chu Yanhuan knew that the law was repelling her.

Slowly blurred in front of my eyes, my sight slowly distorted...

"Yan Huan, wake up."

Holding her shoulders by a pair of slender hands, the other party shook slightly, and the girl's eyes gradually became clear.

After seeing who the other party is, her brows stretched out immediately, and she murmured and coquettishly toward Shen Qingjue: "What are you doing, I'm too sleepy, let me sleep again..."

Prime Minister Xueyi curled his lips and grudgingly smiled, picked up the tea cup on the side, handed it to Chu Yanhuan's lips, and softly coaxed: "You have slept all afternoon, get up and drink some water."

The girl did not return to him, her head hung down, her long crow-blue hair scattered on her shoulders, covering her back.

Shen Qingjue tremblingly stretched out his hand and shook her, and the girl's body fell softly.

Endless fear filled his heart, and at that moment, Shen Qingjue felt that his heartbeat was about to stop.

The corners of Chu Yanhuan's lips gradually overflowed with blood, one drop or two, on this extremely pale face, it looked more and more weird and charming.

The bleak white set off the enchanting red.

Shen Qingjue pursed her lips and reached out to wipe the blood stains on the corners of the girl's lips, but she couldn't wipe them clean anyhow, and the white fingertips were stained with blood.

"Yan Huan, Yan Huan, don't scare me..."

"You liar, say you're going to accompany me to the white head, how long is this..."

He seemed to be stunned, his delicate pupils were shining with shards of light, and his extremely black pupils were dilated at this moment.

...

That night, the entire hospital staff was busy all night before reluctantly pulling Chu Yanhuan back from the ghost gate.

Shen Qingjue stayed by her side, clasping her hand tightly.

He can clearly feel it.

Something is slowly and clearly shattered. Piece by piece, the warm wreckage still wanders in my heart. It seemed that even the bones were hissing and aching.

...

Reluctantly opened his eyes.

What was oncoming was a sharp knife light, and the reflected light almost stung Chu Yanhuan's eyes.

The blade was directed at her chest.

Chu Yanhuan's pupils shrank, and she subconsciously wanted to hide, and then she woke up Shen Qingjue, who was lying on the couch. The other's eyes were blurred for a moment, and she became clear in an instant.

Afterwards, Shen Qingjue saw the scene that almost made his eyes black.

Before he could think, Prime Minister Xueyi reached out and hugged the girl in front of him, and turned his back to the sharp dagger.

Chu Yanhuan's pupils shrank sharply, his eyes widened because of fear, "No!"

That dagger directly pierced Shen Qingjue's back.

The enraged female emperor slapped the female assassin with all her strength, and directly beat her to death.

Chu Yanhuan tremblingly held Shen Qingjue with her pale lips. She was a little bit grateful and said, "Fortunately, fortunately... it's on the right."

It's not the position of the heart, that's good, that's good.

Prime Minister Xueyi bent his eyes towards her and smiled softly. He reached out and hugged the girl in front of him and kissed the top of her hair.

"I love you……"

Shen Qingjue never told Chu Yanhuan.

His heart is on the right.

fair enough……