Reborn Evil Husband and Wife: Slim and Poisonous Girl

Forget it, so be it, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, love and hatred disappear.

Her heart is as calm as water, without joy or sorrow, she closes her eyes and waits for death.

There was silence for a while, but she didn't wait for the piercing pain. She only heard the roar of the wind in her ears. Accompanied by the exclamation of everyone, she knew that something was wrong. She opened her eyes suddenly, and shock floated on her cheeks.

I saw Jing Tian dancing the hunting wind with a large black cloak to form a natural barrier, even water could not be poured in, and the arrows shot fell to the ground one after another.

She stared blankly at the broad back, like a tall mountain, sheltering everything she had.

He finally came, and at the critical moment, he descended from the sky like a hero in the world to save her from the fire and water.

He blocked all the arrows in a daze, brave and invincible, and stood majestically in front of the archers. The faces of the archers were shocked and terrified, and the movements in their hands slowed down involuntarily.

Those who are well-informed know that Prince Rui will be the crown prince, the future emperor, who would dare to offend him?

A sword has no eyes, if it hurts him, the consequences will be unimaginable, it will kill the whole family.

As soon as he appeared, the whole situation changed suddenly. The emperor waved his right hand, and the archers stopped immediately, "Tian'er, didn't you go to the Xishan camp? Why did you come back so early?"

His tone was very gentle, as if nothing happened, as if nothing had happened.

Jingtian ignored him, quickly stepped back to Qingxue's side, lightly pressed her shoulders, and looked up and down worriedly, "Xue'er, how are you? Is there anything wrong?"

When he saw the signal in the sky in Xishan, his whole heart was raised, and he left everyone behind without saying a word, and rushed back with all his might.

He galloped with [-]% of his energy, the scenery kept receding, and the sound of the wind echoed in his ears, but his heart was like ants on a frying pan, anxious and restless, afraid that his wife might make mistakes.

He was really scared, very scared, very scared.I was too scared to imagine.

When he saw thousands of arrows piercing her body, overwhelming anger rushed straight to his head, his eyes were red, and he lost all reason. He actually wanted to kill Xue'er?

Qingxue went to die calmly just now, but when she saw her husband's concerned eyes, her grievances flooded her heart like a tide, and her eyes turned red.

"Why did you come here?"

Jing Tian only had her in his eyes, and his heart ached so much, he went up to hug her and shook her gently, coaxing softly, "It's my fault, I came late, Xue'er, be good, don't cry."

Holding the warm, fragrant and soft body, the fear and fear slowly fell to the ground, leaving only a little bit of fear.

Qingxue became more and more wronged, tears flowed like broken pearls, and she hugged him tightly.

The deep love embraced each other naturally, and the two people were surrounded by deep affection. The others blushed in embarrassment and turned their eyes away.

According to legend, Prince Rui and his wife are extremely affectionate, and it really is.

Concubine Ning stared blankly at this scene, her face sinking like water.

The emperor frowned, coughed a few times, "Tian'er, this matter..."

Jingtian hugged Qingxue tightly, and was terrified, only one step away...

He didn't dare to think about it anymore, hatred grew in his heart, and for the first time in his life, he became angry with his father.

"Father, what did Xue'er do wrong to make you so furious? Want to kill her?"

Even if Xue'er poked a hole in the sky, for his sake, let her go.

How could he be so cruel and order her to be killed?

Does being an emperor mean that one has to disown one's relatives, be ruthless, loveless, and ruthless?

Then if he doesn't want to be the emperor, what's the point if he can't even protect the woman he loves.

Hearing the anger in his son's words, the emperor frowned, his face very ugly.