Playing to the death and cheating on you

Because the heavy rain blocked the pace of the pursuers, he escaped by luck. 【26nbsp;】

Even though he was lying on the bed, he couldn't help but feel terrified - just a little bit away, he would have died on the street just like the little princess and the others.

If it wasn't for Anderkang who was also injured standing beside him, he really doubted that all this was a nightmare... When he woke up, the dream disappeared. The princess, the little princess, they are still at home and have never arrived through this dreadful place...

However, the body of the princess was lying in the coffin.

Reminding him deeply that all of this is the truth—she was lying quietly, miserable and demure, and although the stains and blood on her face had been washed away by the restrained military doctor, the terrified look never faded away ...

When the third prince stood in front of the scorched wall of the inn again, the first snow of winter suddenly fell, and it fell on the dark wall one after another.

The princess is gone, the little princess is gone... not even a trace of it...

He stood there blankly, stubbornly thinking that this was a nightmare—it didn't make sense, those two people came all the way here just to be burnt...

They have no reason to be here.

However, the body of the princess reminded him: they did come here and died.

Ironclad evidence.

Just like the last sentence of the princess - they are not going to kill us, but to kill you... That is a trap, a bait!

Who is going to kill himself?In the end, he killed the two women who didn't deserve to die? ? ? ?Behind this, is there any big conspiracy? ?

Because they were wives and concubines, he thought there was no danger, so he only brought these few people with him... At this moment, looking back, all the people at the door were the army led by him.

No more fear of any killer, any assassin.

But what about this?

The little princess and princess who fell could never come back to life again.

He walked down slowly, and snowflakes fell one after another, covering his head and face, turning into water drops and falling drop by drop... When he walked to the burnt big flower tree in the other courtyard, he stopped.

There was a heart-piercing call for help: "Help me... my lord... help me..."

As soon as his legs gave way, he knelt down, buried his head in the black soil, and burst into tears...

Little princess, princess, how can I feel sorry for you all my life? ? ?

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