my guard

Chapter 162

Chen Zhao should have died in the spring of the second year of Wu'an.

He remembered the pain when Qin Jing stabbed the sword into his chest, and he remembered the temperature of his body cooling down little by little.

What is death like?
When you face death, what are you thinking about?

Surprisingly quiet all around, Chen Shizi lay in a pool of blood, silently watching Qin Jing draw his sword and leave.He didn't call for people to hunt down Qin Jing, nor did he panic, his heart was so peaceful that he felt a little sad.

A large swath of blood spread before his eyes, his world turned blood red, but his heart was still so pale and tired.

When he faced death, the future of the palace, the redress of the Bai family, the suspicion of the Holy Majesty... He couldn't remember all these things he had been working hard to do.Under the only light source in the darkness, what he saw was Princess Yi An.

Her eyes are condensed with autumn water, and her lips are full of dandelion, just like a fine brushwork painting.She looked at him and smiled, sometimes ridiculed, sometimes sad, sometimes loving.

He saw Princess Yian again.

He has seen her often since her death.

It was still the same sea of ​​flames, her back was facing him, her snow clothes fluttered like a crane, and her black hair hung down like silk.She walked slowly, towards the emptiness of the black and white world.

Chen Zhao understood that he was probably mentally abnormal, otherwise why would he always see a dead person?However, he did not seek medical treatment from a doctor. This may be the only thing the princess left him.

He has always missed her, whether she lived or died; he has always regretted it, whether she lived or died.His feelings for her have always been suppressed, suppressed and suppressed, thinking that this will be the case for the rest of his life, who would have thought that people would die.

Chen Zhao suddenly wanted to laugh: that princess who loved him and hated him all her life, would be happy if she knew he was dead.

She should be happy, after all, he treated her so badly.

Chen Zhao calmly waited for death to come, he was just sad: she hated him so much, even if he died, she wouldn't want to wait for him, right?

He began to regret it habitually again, and Chen Zhao has been regretting it for the past few years.It's just that for the current situation of him and the princess, regret and compensation are useless.

It would be nice if life could start all over again.

Chen Zhao thought that was his death.

It wasn't until he opened his eyes again, facing the surprised parents, and when a little girl was pushed in front of him, that Chen Zhao understood what had happened.

Perhaps he was really lucky, he was out of breath, and Nanming Palace was ready to be buried.A family came to the door, saying that there was a way to bring the dead back to life, and only asked the palace to protect them for a few days.King Nanming wanted to drive him away, but Princess Nanming brought him in with a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

No one thought that there were really strange people in this world who possessed the art of bringing the dead back to life.

Chen Zhao looked at the little girl who was said to have saved him.

The girl looked only eleven or twelve years old, with a tender face and a snow-white body.Her expression did not have the innocence and simplicity that children are used to, but was cold and pure.The most striking thing is that she has a blindfold on one eye and a double pupil on the other.She looks very focused on people, as if she can suck the soul.

"My name is Tanniang," her voice was as cold as a snow mountain about to collapse, "I gave you your life."

Chen Zhao left behind this strange girl and her parents.He didn't want to come back alive, but since he survived, he wouldn't seek death either.

Tan Niang probably really has some supernatural powers, and everyone in the palace kept her away from her, whispering to the little girl where she couldn't see.As the savior of Chen Shizi, Tanniang was asked by the prince and princess to continue to take care of the son's body.

(End of this chapter)