Rebirth of the first proud concubine

Chapter 1209 Dreaming with paintings, goodbye Diyan

And in front of the sharp sword, the owner on the hilt is a woman wearing a five-clawed golden dragon and a crown.

Ye Buyan opened her eyes wide, held her breath, and moved her eyes up little by little, and landed on the face of the man in black robe. When she saw the face clearly, her body couldn't help shaking, because the painting on it was Shen Zhihan, the shock and injury on his face are vividly drawn.

Ye Buyan's pupils dilated a little, she shook her head in disbelief, bit her lower lip tightly, and wanted to see the woman in the dragon robe, but she couldn't muster up the courage and closed her eyes tightly.

No, definitely not, definitely not!

Finally he could not convince himself, Ye Buyan opened his eyes and looked at the woman in the dragon robe in the painting. With just one glance, he could tell that it was the same face as hers, and that face was full of hatred. The hatred of the man in black robe was why her sword pierced so deeply, piercing through the heart!

"No, not me!"

Seeing the face clearly, seeing the hatred on the face, Ye Buyan slammed her hand and threw the painting to the ground, while she curled up fiercely, hugging her knees tightly with her hands, trembling with her head buried.

No, the person in this painting is not her and Shen Zhihan, it was drawn by Dongfang Lan on purpose to make her leave Shen Zhihan.

She can't be fooled by Dongfang Lan, absolutely not!
Ye Buyan kept repeating these words, trying to convince herself that all of this was Dongfang Lan's trick, but in her mind, that dream, a vague dream, kept reappearing. On the face, it was her and Shen Zhihan.

She killed Shen Zhihan!

No, no, she won't do it.

Ye Buyan got out of bed in fear, picked up the painting, tore it in half, felt that it was not enough, took it to a candle, lit it, threw it on the ground, and saw that the painting was completely burnt, leaving only powder, and then crawled back He got out of bed and covered himself tightly.

"This is a dream, it must be a dream, just wake up, just wake up." Ye Buyan hid under the blanket, shaking his body, repeating this over and over again, hypnotizing himself.

……

The sky filled with fire lotuses, like rain, falling from the sky, burning the earth in pits and pits, and the screams of pain continued.

Ye Buyan looked up at the black-robed man in front of him, the blurred picture was now clear, it was Shen Zhihan's face, he looked at her with a shocked and injured expression, there seemed to be tears in his eyes.

Ye Buyan looked down, and saw the sharp sword with a cold light piercing his heart, passing through it!

She wanted to let go, she wanted to open her mouth to speak, but she couldn't do anything, she only felt that she opened her mouth to speak.

In her ears, majestic, cold and hateful voices echoed over and over again.

"Do you regret it?"

"Di Yan, do you regret saving me?"

"Di Yan, do you regret falling in love with me?"

She didn't hear his answer, but heard the more resentful voice, which came out of her mouth, "But I regret it, regret following you, regret falling in love with you, the only thing I don't regret is killing you!"

"Diyan, I hate you!"

She opened her mouth with a more resentful roar, and it was she who yanked out the sharp sword stuck in the man's heart, blood spurted out, splashing her face, and Shen Zhihan's body slowly fell backwards.

The fallen Shen Zhihan looked at her with infatuated eyes, without any blame, "No... regret it!"

(End of this chapter)