Demons are rampant: the violent concubine is not easy to mess with

Chapter 388 Fanwai (Nangong Cange): The Destination of Destiny (2)

The two left the palace, leaving Nangong Cange sitting alone in silence, and the memorial stopped marking at some point.

Shangguan Blade, Queen Shangguan Blade——

His head hurt slightly, and it was blank. No matter how hard he searched, there was no news about Shangguan Ren in his mind.However, from what Nangong Che said, it was clear that they were acquaintances.

The queen, in his memory, seemed to be a concubine from the Shangguan family.Later she married him, but it was just a political marriage.Three years ago, something seemed to have happened that made the queen leave. Later, in order to stop the people in the world from talking, he announced that the queen was ill.

Isn't it the case?

But that's how I remember it...

Obviously it is...

The candlelight was shining brightly, Nangong Cange was still awake, and Nangong Che, who had coaxed Leng Yu to sleep, was also unable to sleep.

Under the same moonlight, the two powerful people are equally confused.

Nangong Che knew the situation of Nangong Cange best.

Three years is enough to erase everything, Nangong Cange waited for the last three years, on the day of the three years, he saw Shangguan Ren holding the Guqin.

On that day, Shangguan Ren had already taken off his wedding dress, and walked lightly in a white shirt.

It was really morning, and it was also the morning Nangong Cange had been waiting for.

Too many three years, the miracle given by Shangguan Ren.

Therefore, as always, Nangong Cange waited for this miracle this time.

Shangguan Ren really came, but without saying a word, he just handed a porcelain bottle to Nangong Cange.Then leave without regret.

Leaving without any remembrance...
When Nangong Che got the news and rushed to the palace, Nangong Cange had already swallowed the medicine in the porcelain bottle.

At that time, he thought it was poison.

pity·····
No!

It is something more cruel than poison.

For Nangong Cange, that is the most compassionate thing.

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During the mid-term exam these days, the third year of senior high school is getting more and more in the middle, and there are more and more things, so I am sorry for the slow update.

(End of this chapter)