Stunning female slave, princess of troubled times

Everyone was very quiet, no one opened their mouths, and no one made any movement to stop it. This ending was already determined from the moment Xue Ying pulled out the knife.

Qianhe stepped forward, with a teardrop hanging from the corner of her eye, she looked at Xueying who was silent on the ground and sighed, "Why bother." She never knew Xueying's identity, and she never asked, but she did know This girl is caring.Usually girls would have some worries, but Xueying didn't expect Xueying to hide such a big secret.

When Xueying was sold to Qiongfang Pavilion, Qianhe was still a little surprised, no matter in terms of temperament or talent, she was as pleasing to the eye as a lady of a great family.At that time, she was still a little surprised, how could such a girl end up in prostitution.

Therefore, when Xueying first proposed to act as a performer instead of selling herself, she was also moved with compassion and agreed.

A Nuo came over and patted her on the shoulder lightly, "Qianhe, let someone bury Xueying!"

Qian He breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes became firmer.Two lives have already been lost, and she has known these two people for many years, and seeing them lying in a pool of blood now makes her feel very confused.It was a kind of grief and indignation, and more of it turned into hatred.If Miss Lu didn't exist, Bishuang and Xueying might still be alive.

If this is the case, then when she wakes up every morning, she will still have the breakfast prepared by Bishuang, and occasionally listen to Xueying playing the piano.However, all of this will no longer exist.

This is how life is, always unable to resist the rules of the game of fate, life and death will always hit you suddenly when you are not ready, making you unforgettable in this life.

Qian He nodded, and looked at the servant and dancer from Qiongfang Pavilion who heard the screams running towards the other side. "Go and buy a coffin, and put it in the mourning hall in the backyard like Bishuang!"

A servant went to set up the coffin, and led two servants to carefully carry Xueying's body away.

A Nuo watched the woman with closed eyes disappear at the end of the corridor, and he felt indescribable emotion in his heart.Perhaps, there are many, many people like her in this world.If the iron hoofs of the Mongolian army do not step over the mountains and rivers, the war will not end for a day, and tens of thousands of ordinary people will still face the tragedy of family destruction every day.

Hu Gechi stretched out his hand and hugged her into his arms, "Let's go back!"

A Nuo raised his head and looked at his side face. This man would always stand by her side when she needed it most, making her restless heart settle down again.

It was another sleepless night, Qianhe blew out the dim candlelight in a small room on the third floor of Qiongfang Pavilion, and the room was suddenly dark, only the clear moonlight came in from the window.

She walked to the bed and looked out through the window. The avenue of curfew was empty, and there were a few occasional crickets in her ears.The moonlight above the head sprinkled like water, and when it fell on the person's body, he suddenly felt cold.

The horse walked forward slowly, every step was very light, but even so it was still very clear on this empty road.

On the avenue, Anuo nestled in the arms of Hugechi.She raised her head and looked at the bright full moon.The moon is round and people are separated, life and death are indispensable in the world.She said she knew the two of them well, but she didn't expect to say that and went there.Her eyes gradually became firmer, and she will definitely protect everyone around her in the future, and it is absolutely impossible for such a situation to happen a second time.