The mistress of the god doctor kicked the vinegar vat again

Chapter 369 Counting the Warmth of Memory

Under everyone's shocked eyes, Qin Yu held a dagger, stabbed it into the heart, and then pulled it out.

Blood spurted out and splashed on Tang Yun's body, she was stunned for a moment.

"No!"

Seeing this scene, the queen screamed in shock.

"Go and save the prince!"

The guards wanted to go in to save people, but the barrier was so strong that they couldn't go in at all.

The elders on the side didn't dare to let them destroy the enchantment. If the death flower came out in vain, the whole city would be in danger.

Which is more important, they have a conclusion in their hearts.

No matter how much he cried outside, Qin Yu in the enchantment didn't stop, holding the sharp dagger in his trembling hand, it pierced into his heart again.

"puff!"

Blood gushed out again, and the pain spread, but he felt that the pain was not as painful as knowing the suffering and humiliation she had suffered.

"Yun'er... I didn't protect you well... I was useless, I really... love you! No matter what you become..."

The shocking blood flowing from Qin Yu's chest dyed Tang Yun's eyes red.

Around his waist is still the purse she gave him three years ago. That simple purse is completely inconsistent with his noble status, but he always wears it by his side.

Her body trembled slightly, seeing his pale face, like white paper, her dead heart suddenly ached.

The picture of them together appeared in her mind, the white plums were in full bloom in the courtyard, and the faint fragrance wafted out.

The room was bone-chillingly cold, and there was only a small stove to keep her warm.

In the cold moon of midwinter, he braved the wind and snow to go to the appointment. When he arrived, he didn't say anything, but just stuffed a delicate hand warmer into her hand, and then put a thick cloak on her.

They had known each other for a long time. Although he couldn't be by her side all the time, counting the scenes of them getting along, there was so much warmth.

They once admired the first delicate and gorgeous blooming of a century-old peach blossom tree in Nanshan. He said her smile was more beautiful than peach blossoms.

They went to Xiling Temple together to pray for blessings, and the incense was wafting. In the mist, he folded his hands and closed his eyes and prayed devoutly. She was curious about what his wish was. Only the few words he left on the wishing tree , knowing that he wishes her well in this life.

He always speaks in a gentle manner, and no matter what she says, he will listen quietly and patiently.

When they played chess together, he would quietly let her in, and when she found out, he would blush and smile embarrassedly.

When he was with her, he just treated himself as an ordinary person and got along with her.

Occasionally, their staring eyes would make her a little flustered, but she didn't dare to think too much, and only regarded him as an ordinary friend, who could chat and write poems together.

She carefully kept the paintings he drew for her and the poems he wrote for her.

She thought that the person she loved the most was Song Shu. They grew up together as childhood sweethearts, and they had already made a private decision for life.

So she put her heart on Song Shu, not daring to respond to Qin Yu's feelings, and pretending that she didn't feel anything at all.

But now seeing him gouging out the heart himself, her heart ached along with him.

She hurriedly held his hand, unable to bear to look at his bleeding wound.

Her nose suddenly became sour. She originally thought that the current self would never cry again, never shed a single tear, but at this moment, she couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes.

"Enough! Enough! Don't do it again!"

Tang Yun snatched the knife from his hand and threw it on the ground with a crisp sound.

She was afraid that her nails would hurt him, so she didn't know what to do for a while, and she couldn't even bandage him.

Seeing her actions, Qin Yu showed a gentle smile on her pale face, like a ten-mile spring breeze blowing, just like when they first met.

He stood next to Huo Shuyinhua, and smiled brightly at her, a clean smile like a child's, so pretty.

(End of this chapter)