Snake King begging Ji

Chapter 281 The Truth (2)

Sanniang, what do you think of me... Could it be that just because you treated me badly before, now I will stand by and even gloat?

Hearing this news, the most painful person is obviously me, it's me...

Panpan choked with tears and trembled, unable to speak for a long time.

Sanniang was kneeling on the ground begging with her hair disheveled, desperately grabbing Panpan's hand.

Clenching her hands tightly, her nails dug into her flesh, but she didn't feel any pain. She forced herself up and turned around, "Qing'er, prepare the car for me!"

"Princess..." Ye Qing had just said two words before she glared at her: "Prepare a car for me! Do you hear me? Well, if you don't prepare a car, I'll walk back by myself!"

Qing'er quickly grabbed Panpan: "Princess calm down, I'll prepare the car right away!" After finishing speaking, she left in a hurry without looking at Ye Qing.

Only then did the crowd drag the desperate Sanniang up from the ground, Sanniang twitched and said sadly: "Panpan, you must save your father..."

Liandong supported Panpan, her heart was infinitely desolate - save, I will definitely save, but... can I really save?
What kind of existence is Yu Yushe himself?

What is all this for?
In the past, I didn't know what love was, and thought that he really liked me, even if it was the kind of cat and mouse petting, I liked it--so men and women marry, so they are devoted to each other.

But now, he doesn't understand, he married himself to destroy my father, so he intentionally married to lower his vigilance, hit the final blow, and destroyed it completely?Is he really just a snake, or just another lie?

A series of questions surfaced in my mind, and a certain fact became extremely clear—the person who was named as my husband in name...

After a few months, no news at all——
That poem says:

After a farewell, the two places are hanging each other. It is only said that it is March and April, but who knows five or six years.The lyre is played inadvertently, the eight-element script cannot be passed on, the nine-series ring is interrupted, and the ten-mile long pavilion is eager to see through.

Hundreds of thoughts, thousands of thoughts, all helpless to complain.Thousands of words and thousands of words can't finish it. I chatted with each other ten times. I climbed high to see lonely geese in Chongjiu. In August, the moon is round and people are not round. In July and a half, I burn incense and hold candles to ask the sky. The pomegranate is like a fire, and it meets the cold rain to water the flowers. In April, the loquat is not yet yellow, and I want to be distracted by the mirror.

In a hurry, the peach blossoms turn with the water in March; drifting, and the kite line is broken in February.

Alas!Lang, Lang, I wish that in the next life you will be a woman and I will be a man!

Yushe, Yushe, what kind of person are you?I, never seem to, have understood.

(End of this chapter)