Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 357 – What is the face?

He quickly grabbed the brocade quilt at the corner of the bed, covering her skin exposed to the air, and immediately took out the Hidden Sword hidden in his sleeve, and handed the hilt to her hand.

"Kill me! If I don't die, Qin Yin must die!"

He held Li Qingmei's hand, and slowly stabbed the sharp point of the sword into his chest.

"Send me this last journey, and I will become a passer-by in your life. From then on, there will be a sea of ​​people, and you will never return. You don't have to suffer, and I will no longer pester you."

"I don't regret loving you, I only lament the three thousand white hairs, the withered bones turned into sand, and I can't get you back by my side in the end. What a trick of luck!"

"It would be great if I knew how to abandon you, Li Qingmei!"

"Sikong Que, you are crazy!"

There was a bit of real trembling and fear in Huyan's light brows. Seeing Sikong Que grabbing her hand holding the sword, and slowly stabbing the tip of the sword into his heart, he suddenly opened his eyes wide with extreme surprise and fear. He closed his eyes, and suddenly his heart ached, his bones ached, but he didn't know where it came from.

"Let me fulfill you! Unless I die, death in your hands is the best destination!"

Looking at her concerned expression, Sikong Que squeezed out a smile on his slightly pale face, his tone was hoarse and weak, but full of despair and firmness.

But Feng Zhan and the others outside the door were shocked when they heard the movement in the room, they all thought that only women would cry, make trouble and hang themselves, but they didn't expect the master to pull down his face and use this woman's usual trick.

"Feng Zhan, knock the door open for this son!"

At this time, Sikong Nianqing, who followed Feng Zhan and others to listen to the corner of the wall, turned pale, and ordered Feng Zhan to knock the door open in an urgent and flustered tone.

"Father, stop!"

The scene in front of him stabbed his eyes, but seeing his mother stabbing his father's chest with a sword, she wanted his father's life!

He staggered and threw himself between the two of them, stretched out his palm and clenched the sharp blade tightly, the blade cut through his palm in an instant, and warm blood flowed down the hilt, but he didn't seem to feel any pain .

"Let's go home, Father! My mother is dead! Died right in front of me! From now on!"

"Without her, wouldn't our father and son have a good life these years!"

"Li Qingmei, oh! It's the imperial concubine! I wish you a happy family and an early baby! I hate you! I hate you!"

Sikong Nianqing roared and cried bitterly, struggling to push Li Qingmei away, he finally understood that this woman had already completely forgotten about him and her father, and now she wanted to kill her father for someone else!
This woman didn't have him as a son in her heart, let alone his father. He suddenly felt that he was acting like a clown just to win her mother's love for a moment, which was very sad.

So he wiped away his tears, with cold hatred in his eyes, and Feng Zhan and others had already carried Sikong Que down for treatment after he lost blood and fainted, and the dagger would touch Sikong Que's heart in less than half an inch. Hold the heart of death!

Feng Zhan looked at this family who fell in love and killed each other, and suddenly felt sad.

"Weihou, hehe, imperial concubine, Feng Zhan suddenly felt that he was very blind before, but actually Wencheng and Lu Xue are much better than you! At least when she was with the master, she really devoted herself to the master. Even if she lost her humanity, she I will not betray my master either!"

"The loss of memory may not be your fault, but if it is really deeply rooted in love and will not change until death, how can you really watch him die in front of you! Imperial concubine, if the master really has something wrong, your conscience will won't it hurt?"

"I really hope you will never think of the past! Otherwise, I don't know what face you have to face this father and son who are waiting for you to return! Hey! I feel worried just looking at it! Just do it yourself!"

Feng Zhan quietly wiped the wet corners of his eyes, this Li Qingmei was the most ungrateful woman he had ever seen, bar none!

At this time, Xiao Nianqing suddenly showed a trace of vicissitudes and indifference that shouldn't be at this age, as if she had matured a lot overnight.

"If you hurt my father and king again, I will make you pay the price! I swear! Otherwise, it will be like this sword!"

He ordered Feng Zhan to break off the dagger said to be left to him by his mother, and immediately ordered Xu Rendong to throw a tightly wrapped brocade box on the ground.

"These are your things, we don't want them!"

He kicked the brocade box viciously to Huyan Qingmei's feet, there seemed to be a sound of rings breaking in the brocade box, and then left the suffocating room without looking back.

At this time, Huyan Qingmei was the only one left in the room, sitting on the bed covered with the blood of the father and son, what happened to all this!

It would be fine if only Sikong Que mistook her for Li Qingmei, but why do these people all say that she is Li Qingmei!

For the first time, she had a slight doubt about her true identity!She is the Holy Empress of Dayan and Qin Yin's wife, so where are the memories before that?

Qin Yin said she was seriously ill, so she forgot the past, Qin Yin said she was his wife, Qin Yin said she loved him.
She pressed her palm on her chest and felt the beating of her heart. Her heart will not lie. There is no doubt that she loves Qin Yin!What exactly went wrong?
She sat from early morning to midnight, and she accidentally picked up the tightly wrapped brocade box and held it in her arms. She dared not open it, for fear of seeing the unbearable truth.

She forced herself to lie down, but the melancholy in her stomach seemed to crush the fine flowers on the brocade quilt, causing her to have a splitting headache, so she had to count the night and watch the lanterns fall slowly, she didn't even dare Close your eyes, afraid that she will be even more heartbroken if she wakes up from the dream.

So she simply sat up and touched the brocade box in her bosom with her fingertips. She hesitated again and again, so she took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to start to untie the brocade box.

It can be seen that Sikong Que cherishes this brocade box very much, and judging from the degree of wear and tear of the brocade box, he must have rubbed it often, and the moire on it has faded a bit.

What came into view were several sapphire hairpins, a ring, a blood-stained sweat towel, a small celadon bowl, and an ordinary folding fan.

And pressed at the bottom of the brocade box is a portrait, which is
is her!

"Those are all yours. The hairpin was made for you by the master himself. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the square sweat towel and the blood on it are women's Luohong. They can be treasured together with your things. Presumably It belongs to you too!"

"And that small celadon bowl, I remember, it was used to hold the longevity noodles you cooked when Qin Yin took you away that year.

"That day, the master was kneeling and crying while eating the leftover bowl of noodles that had been frozen into lumps of ice. He regarded this bowl as a treasure just because there were traces of you in it."

Xu Rendong, Feng Zhan and his wife stood at the door at some point, and told Li Qingmei the origin of the items in the brocade box one by one.

"I know this fan. It was made by you when the master and you were young, when you were studying at the Wuji Academy."

(End of this chapter)