goddess above

Chapter 1337 You got your wish
The blood on his body slowly dispersed in the water, his back was covered with blood mist, the water reflected on his face, his face was pale, and his resolute face, only at this time, only when he covered it again and faced her The gentleness is like water.

Raising his hand to touch the Empress's face, seeing that she was about to suffocate and drown, Han Runwen approached slightly, and at a distance of one finger's width, he stopped again.

He remembered the dislike of the empress's eyes towards him.

The empress coughed, choked on water, and subconsciously grabbed him.

The cold lake water brought coolness to his severely burned back, but it also caused him to lose a lot of blood.

Han Runwen noticed some cramp in his legs and feet, so he immediately carried her upstream without delay.

Out of the water, Han Runwen strenuously swam to the shore. The empress was afraid of the water, and she fainted after choking on the water. Han Runwen picked her up and wanted to send her to a place farther away from the lake.

'call out'

The sound of the feather arrow piercing through the air came from behind, pierced through the back of his heart, and penetrated deeply into the ground a few steps away.

He stood in the water, his body froze for a moment, as if something was plugged in his ears, and there was an instant silence between heaven and earth.

Bloody water exploded from the heart and fell on the empress, very much like the scorching peach blossoms when she was swinging on the swing at the beginning of that year.

He knelt in the water, and the hand holding the empress lost strength quickly. He didn't look back to see who shot the arrow, but stepped up time, and held the empress in his arms with the last of his strength.

"Shaohua." As soon as he opened his mouth, blood flowed out, but the empress was in a coma and couldn't hear him calling himself at all. He leaned on the empress' forehead and tried to pretend that they were embracing each other in love: "Your wish has come true."

It was as if he had let go of all the burdens and past, and there was only calm in his voice.

The woman under the peach blossoms in March that year was his dream in this life, a dream that would always be a dream.

He knelt by the water and didn't move, he couldn't hear the sound of fast horses coming from the other side. Yinhua galloped over with a brigade of imperial guards and flying eagle riders, and he saw Yinxuan holding a bow and crossbow from a distance.

He was alone, kneeling by the lake, watching Han Runwen's back collapse and cry.

He killed himself, the biological father who only met once after remembering
Han Runwen is dead, this time he is completely dead.

The man who had been entangled with the empress for half of his life, spent the first half of his life in which he dominated the world to imprison the empress, and then used the second half of his life of having nothing to make her unforgettable.

He was her nightmare, for a while, for a lifetime.

The seriously injured Bailixiang managed to survive, but if he was seriously injured, he was seriously injured.

Since Jingyu woke up, she has been guarding by his bedside, looking at Bailixiang's one arm, Jingyu slapped herself countless times, but she couldn't get his hand back.

He was so badly injured, his back was so scorched that his bones were exposed, he could only lie on the bed, his palms were also crippled, and he was unconscious, the sword piercing through his lower abdomen cut off his hope of living.

Xu Huinan said that the injury is serious and there is no cure, and it will be a day if it lasts for a day.

The Empress's health is also not good, she could only rest in rest, but she was running around and falling into the water, the life-sustaining hemostatic medicine given by the medicine witch failed to stop her collapse.

She struggled to come to Bailixiang's bed, looked at his face with a calm expression.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death, there is nothing to be afraid of. If you have done what you think you want to do, you will have no regrets in this life."

With tears in her eyes, Jing Yu tentatively took the empress's hand: "The last time I held the empress's hand like this was when I was eight years old in Anzhou."

(End of this chapter)