Jiaoruan Donggong: Your Highness, have you been reborn too?

Chapter 1 Let's Go Home
Inside the mourning hall, white curtains fluttered in the wind, a few joss sticks and an overturned wooden sign were placed messily on the altar.

The mourning hall, which was supposed to be silent, suddenly let out a gasp.

Looking closely, it turned out to be a man and a woman hugging each other in messy clothes.

The woman was panting coquettishly, laughing lightly from time to time, flirting across the wooden sign on the altar, "Master Jing, isn't it good for us to do this kind of thing in front of my sister?"

She said so without any hesitation in her tone, and there was clearly provocation and sarcasm between her brows and eyes.

And the man beside her, how can he care so much, "They are all dead, what else is there to do? Just mention what she does for no reason, so don't disappoint."

Su Ningyu raised her eyebrows when she heard the words, and she became more and more charming. Her voice was already delicate and soft, but now it seemed to be dripping water, "Master Jing, you said that you want to carry a big sedan chair eight times. The media is marrying a concubine." Does the matter of entering the door still count?"

"Follow the numbers, let's do the numbers naturally." At this moment, Xie Jing only wanted to die on Su Yuning's body, and it was too late to comfort her, "Su Ling is dead, so it is only natural for this Marquis to remarry."

When Su Yuning heard this, the corners of her lips couldn't stop curling up, her winking eyes swept across the wooden sign with a trace of provocation, and then she became more involved with Xie Jing.

Su Ling's transparent body swayed slightly, listening to the blushing panting and screaming in the mourning hall, she lowered her eyes slightly, pretending not to hear.

For seven full days, she died for seven full days. During these seven days, she witnessed her husband and her own sister having fun in her mourning hall.Su Ling's heart has long been crushed along with her body, and she no longer feels pain.

The snow outside the window fell silently.This winter has been extraordinarily cold.Su Ling looked at the light that shone through the carved window, but his thoughts drifted far away.

Back then she resisted the decree and married Xie Jing, on the day of her marriage, there were not many guests, the Su family looked down on Xie Jing, she didn't even have her natal family by her side.

But he came, pinched her neck, said a word coldly, and left.

Su Ling still remembers that sentence until now, "Su Ling, your pick of men is too clumsy, if you regret it in the future, you will suffer the consequences yourself."

His ferocious appearance startled everyone, but only Su Ling knew that his hand on her neck did not exert any strength.

After all, he was reluctant to hurt her even half a point.

Su Ling really regretted it.

She remembered the look in his eyes when he left at the end, cold to the bone marrow, and extremely disappointed, with a touch of depth that she didn't understand.

What he said was right, and she never expected that this regret would kill her directly.

He should be very disappointed in her, maybe in this life, she will never have the chance to see him again.

Su Ling sat in a daze, with mixed emotions in her heart.

Suddenly, a light flashed in front of my eyes, and then, the sound of fireworks and salutes sounded in my ears.

Today is his day of triumph!
Su Ling suddenly realized that he did it after all.

The prince of the Li Dynasty, with great military exploits, will surely go down in history.He was originally out of reach for her, but right now, there is a real yin and yang separation.

Today, the whole capital must be cheering for him.The palace must have already held a banquet for him to celebrate his achievements. At that time, he will be around with good wine and beautiful women, so how can he think of her.

No, it should be said that from the moment she married Xie Jing, she had nothing to do with him.

Su Ling felt dejected, and for no reason felt his whole body turned cold.

Immediately afterwards, the spiritual altar, which was originally full of moaning and panting, was suddenly torn apart by a loud noise.

The closed door had been kicked aside at this moment, and a human head rolled into it outside the door, with messy black hair and dripping blood.The resentful eyes stared out, and the pair of dogs and men screamed in fright under the altar.

Su Yuning was so frightened that she didn't even have time to put on her clothes, she scrambled to cover her body, and slammed under the table.

But before he had time to hide himself well, the figure outside the door suddenly appeared.

The man gave Su Yuning a cold look, without even thinking about it, he drew the knife directly, and the sharp point of the knife pierced into Su Yuning's lower abdomen, Su Yuning who moved so fast didn't even have time to say a word.

Blood dripped down the handle of the knife, and he pulled out the knife expressionlessly, allowing Su Yuning's blood to splash all over the room and stain the white curtain.

Yun Ting was dressed in battle armor, coming like a god.It's just that the coldness and murderous look on his brows can't be suppressed no matter what.

Su Ling stared blankly at the person in front of him, for a moment he couldn't tell if it was a dream or reality.

He. How could he be here?He shouldn't be here anyway!
Yun Ting seemed to be aware of it, and his eyes slowly fell on the altar, on the plaque lying aside, and when he saw the words clearly, he suddenly swayed, staggered, and unexpectedly He almost knelt in front of the altar.

"Before I left, how did I explain to you? Xie Jing!" Yun Ting suddenly turned around, pointing the blade at Xie Jing's throat.

Yun Ting's tendons burst out, and sweat dripped from the corner of his forehead.His eyes were scarlet, and blood was already overflowing from his throat.Emotions are suppressed to the extreme.

Seeing this, Xie Jing was so frightened that his legs went limp, and he waved his hands again and again, "Your Highness, no! Listen to me, it's all... Su Yuning's poison. I don't know, I don't know anything!"

Yun Ting turned a deaf ear to it, he walked towards Xie Jing step by step, his armor clanked, and the murderous aura on his face made Xie Jing's cheeks ache, he almost didn't dare to look at the man in front of him again.

"Your Highness, don't come here! You should think clearly, I am the first-rank Marquis of the dynasty, if you kill me, you will be impeached!"

"Impeachment shit!" Yun Ting said angrily, and stabbed Xie Jing's heart with a knife, "If I can make her come back to life, I just don't want this position in the Eastern Palace, so what!"

The thing he regrets the most in his life is to watch her marry that coward Xie Jing!He just watched her step by step towards an irreversible situation.

It's all his fault.

Yun Ting pulled out the saber, turned around, walked to the altar, and knelt down directly.

He is the majestic Prince of the Eastern Palace, he neither kneels to the sky nor to the ground, but he actually kneels in front of Su Ling at this moment.

Su Ling had already seen tears streaming down her face, she sobbed and shook her head desperately, but she couldn't say a word no matter what.

She wanted to reach out and touch him, but she could only penetrate his body.

Yun Ting looked at the wooden sign, his hands trembling unbelievably, he wanted to touch her, but he didn't dare, "Ling'er, did you get scared just now? It's my fault, I shouldn't hit her like this in front of you kill kill."

"If I had known that you hated me, I should have left Beijing long ago, and you wouldn't be like this. It's all my fault."

Blood from Yunting's fingertips fell on the wooden sign, as if it had fallen on Su Ling's face.

Su Ling seemed to sense something, and the tears rolled down more and more.In the past seven days, no matter how humiliated she was, she never shed a single drop, but at this moment, her tears seemed to burst and could not be stopped no matter what.

She raised her hand and caressed Yunting's cheek vaguely, as if feeling his warmth, "Yunting, let's... go home."

(End of this chapter)