My queen does not compete for favor

Chapter 321

However, as soon as she hugged him, Hu Qingying choked and coughed, bleeding continuously. "Don't...don't take revenge...all, all..."

"Stop talking! Stop talking!" Mo Qingcheng burst into tears, she nervously covered Hu Qingying's mouth, hugged him in a panic, seeing Hu Qingying's chest was bleeding again, she panicked , talking incoherently, "I, I'll go to the doctor, I'll go to the doctor... You, you hold on, you must hold on!"

Just as Mo Qingcheng was about to put down Hu Qingying and go back to the city to find a doctor, Hu Qingying grabbed him tightly.Hu Qingying's chest was implicated by strength, and the arrow wound on his chest spurted out blood again, like a small fountain.The surrounding yellow sand was stained with gurgling blood.

Mo Qingcheng quickly came back and knelt beside him, hugged him, and sobbed, "I...I won't go, I won't go...Where's the doctor? Where's the imperial doctor? Come! Imperial doctor, imperial doctor... "

On the battlefield, there was a dead silence around, only the sound of Mo Qingcheng's cries drifting in the wind.

Hu Qingying's hand was so hard that the veins on the back of the hand were floating.He put his big hand on Mo Qingcheng's and struggled to say each word: "There is no need for revenge, it's all...it's...retribution."

After Hu Qingying finished speaking, she seemed to finally feel tired for the first time in two years, she let go of her hand, and her whole body collapsed in Wan Qixiao's arms as if she lost all strength.

The sudden increase in weight in the arms made Mo Qingcheng's heart tremble and she screamed. "Hu Qingying!" Mo Qingcheng opened her eyes wide, with red eye circles, hot tears streaming down her face.Her heart was twisted like a knife, as if a steel needle was being poked in her mind, she became more and more resentful towards the murderer Wan Qixiao.However, "There is no need for revenge, it's all retribution" echoed in her mind over and over again, like a curse that made her feel so painful that she couldn't bear to live. She gritted her teeth and cried, tears streaming down her face, full of resentment and resentment.

She suddenly raised her head to look at the woman who was far away on the tower. That woman looked on coldly from above, as if she had nothing to do with her. Mo Qingcheng's fragile heart was once again filled with hatred.Hu Qingying thought it was retribution, but she didn't think so!If it is retribution, why should the two of them bear it!Why?That woman is so bad, but there are so many people who love her and are willing to die for her, even the heavens are on her side?And she only wants an ordinary love, but she can't get it, so rough and tormented?Retribution, what kind of retribution is this!If she did one wrong thing, she deserved this retribution. That woman killed so many people, but why didn't she see any retribution!She wanted so little, just a piece of love, but why did she suffer such a big mistake!Right and wrong, God has no eyes!She hates, she wants revenge!Hu Qingying didn't want to, but she was absolutely determined. She wanted to drag Wan Chengxiao to the bottom of hell together!

"Wan... Chen... Xiao!" Mo Qingcheng let go of Hu Qingying and stood up, taking off the explosive belt around his waist.The power of this bag of explosives is enough to blow up a radius of hundreds of miles. No one can expect to survive the smoke!Since there is no interest in living, let's die together!Mo Qingcheng's hand holding the bag became tighter and tighter. There were still tears on her face, but she was distorted to the extreme by hatred.

As long as this bag is set on fire, everything will be over.All retribution and hatred are all wiped out!
"You..." The weak voice on the ground pulled Mo Qingcheng back to his sanity.

"Fox, Hu Qingying!" Mo Qingcheng quickly put down the bag and hugged him.

The wound on Hu Qingying's chest was no longer bleeding, and his life was almost exhausted.Thinking has been confused, and people are gradually slowing down.He fell into Mo Qingcheng's arms, under the blurred vision of the first lost five senses, Mo Qingcheng's shadow overlapped with Wan Chengxiao in front of him.

The woman he loves and hates at the same time...

He leaned in Mo Qingcheng's arms, his eyes were slack, but he was tainted with a tenderness that he had never had before.As if he had returned to the most beautiful time of his life, his breathing became much smoother.He gasped for breath, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, but smiled.His eyes were out of focus, and he was obviously on the verge of death, and began to lose his five senses one by one.

His lips, which were white due to blood loss, moved slowly, and he needed to press his ears to hear the voice: "You... heh... the pocket on the front of the shirt, the hairpin... actually... it is... I want... to give it to you... ...I...wanted to send...for a long...a long time. Also, I'm sorry..."

Hu Qingying raised her head vigorously, and kissed her earlobe lightly, the blood from the corner of her mouth was printed on Mo Qingcheng's fair earlobe.

Mo Qingcheng's eyes were wide open, with tears in his eyes, and he turned his head to look at him in surprise.

Hu Qingying smiled in relief, her breathing gradually stopped.The painful cries in my ears also faded away.

You are sour!
You queen!
The sound of their quarreling with each other seemed to echo in their ears, as the gradually dissipated consciousness quietly passed in the biting wind.

"No, don't! Hu Qingying! Don't die! You are not allowed to die! Do you hear that! You are not allowed to die! You just said love, you haven't heard my answer, I haven't promised you, I haven't sworn to you forever, you are not allowed Die! You are not allowed to say I'm sorry...I don't want to listen to your sorry...I want you to come back to life...Woooooooooooo" She shook him violently like crazy, but Hu Qingying's face was serene, and she no longer responded.

Even if it's just a beautiful misunderstanding, the power of love is still great.Mo Qingcheng's mind was purified in that instant.All the negative, resentful, and decisive emotions just now dissipated, and she returned to the former policewoman who was emotional and just.However, the policewoman who lost her love is just a lonely flower in the rain in the troubled times.Miserably precarious, for the rest of my life.

Mo Qingcheng hugged Hu Qingying's corpse, and pressed her face against his, tears streaming down the gap between their cheeks.The blood at the corner of Hu Qingying's mouth washed away, and the tears turned into drops of red blood.

Mo Qingcheng knelt and sat on the huge sand field, weeping bitterly as if no one was around.She regretted and hated herself for being blinded by hatred, making one wrong step, one wrong step, and finally lost her love.God gave her a chance to live again, but she wasted it on hatred, and finally made her lose her true love again.Now, she has repented, but it's too late!God's punishment made her lose everything again!

If she had woken up earlier, wouldn't there be such a tragedy again?Is it possible to hold hands with Hu Qingying in the countryside and stay together forever?Mo Qingcheng hugged Hu Qingying's body and cried bitterly.

Wan Qixiao quietly returned to the camp of the Chu army. The Chu army, like the Qin army in the opposite city, was dumbfounded, wondering if they should advance or retreat.

(End of this chapter)