Divine Doctor Huan Concubine: Nine thousand years old, let it go to the end!

Chapter 1263: Deep affection never changes
Qingjiu sighed and handed him the hangover medicine that he had prepared long ago.

"Your Majesty, the princess is different from you. She doesn't have such bad taste. Besides, the princess wants to give the best in the world to her consort. If you really do this, aren't you afraid of being disliked?"

Zang Yin took the medicine and sneered disapprovingly, "She is just like her mother. She only focuses on one person. The little kid can't do anything except good-looking."

Finally, he said disdainfully: "Besides, the little boy will be really ugly when he grows up."

Everyone knows how gentle and beautiful she is.

People who have seen him, even if they know about his many evil deeds, can't help but be led astray by his appearance, and they don't even hate him.

Qingjiu said softly: "Miss seems to have said this to you before."

At the beginning, Zang Yin was a hundred times more handsome than the most beautiful man in the world at that time, but his murderous nature made people forget this overly beautiful face.

After more than ten years of imprisonment, the time seems to have frozen this skin. He is more beautiful than before, and anyone who looks at him will fall in love with him.

Zang Yin closed his fingertips slightly, lowered his eyes, and his silver hair spread in the wind, blocking the loneliness in his eyebrows, "It seems so."

The Gu Huiyin in his memory is now in front of his eyes every time he smiles. He has never forgotten the way she danced with a sword and drank alcohol, the fierceness with which she rode her horse to kill enemies, and the gentleness with which she played the flute under the moonlight.

It was because he had not forgotten that he felt so painful.

Every day of living is pain, every day of not being able to destroy this world is pain, even not being able to die with her is pain!
Qingjiu saw that his aura was becoming more and more violent and was about to speak when Zang Yin suddenly whispered: "Gu Huiyin said that Southern Xinjiang has the most fertile land in the world. As long as there are seeds, anything can be grown..."

He raised his eyes and looked at Qingjiu with his empty eyes expectantly, "If I plant her ashes as seeds, will she come back?"

Qingjiu's throat was sore, and it took Zang Yin a long time to accept the news of Gu Huiyin's death, but he still seemed unwilling to accept it, and actually looked at him like a child asking for help.

How could he say that Gu Huiyin was here waiting for another man to come.

Qingjiu hesitated several times, and Zang Yin walked forward against the cold wind, his hoarse voice full of helplessness, "What should I do so that she can come back..."

In this imperial capital, every breath Zang Yin took was like a knife, trying to tear him apart bit by bit, and every wound was Gu Huiyin.

The city is so big that you can walk in one day from south to north.

Gu Huiyin has lived here for many years, but she can no longer be found anywhere.

Zang Yin was wandering the streets late at night like a lonely soul, with groups of assassins behind him, but he just kept moving forward, trying to walk the same path she had walked. , imagining that the person he misses most is standing at the end.

Qingjiu dealt with the assassin, covered in blood, and followed him quietly until he arrived at Chitose Mansion.

There are Jinyi guards stationed within a five-kilometer radius of Chitose Mansion. As soon as Zang Yin appeared, they were all on alert and no one dared to stop him.

Green wine is like a shadow, appearing and disappearing sometimes, making people even more afraid.

Zang Yin walked to the door, habitually destroying the door. Qingjiu promptly reminded him, "Princess secretly came to Chitose Mansion not long ago."

Why it was secretly, because no one noticed the movement.

Zang Yin's face suddenly turned cold, "What's so good about him?"

(End of this chapter)