The Hou of Donghai paused and said with some difficulty: "Including some actions against you later, it was not instructed by Ming Lie Tai Nu, but... but the confidants around Tai Nu believed that your existence has always been the biggest threat to Tai Nu."

Qin Sheng paused, his face still calm: "Is that right?"

The Marquis of Donghai raised his vicissitudes and looked at him, then smiled bitterly: "Whether you believe it or not, these things have been buried in my heart for too many years. After the righteousness of the woman, I have always felt guilty and was also confused. What was the behavior that violated the woman's wishes back then was really for the woman? Are you her only bloodline in the world?"

He smiled bitterly and said softly with some melancholy: "Fengqi still refuses to let go for so many years, is obsessed with it, thinks you are the culprit who killed the Taiwo, but I always feel... Otherwise, if she wants to kill you, there will be too many opportunities, but she has never taken action. So I think you may be the Taiwo's last nostalgia and reluctance to the world. She has fought with Chen Wang for so many years... After so much, she is always tired, so she chose such a decisive way of leaving and took Chen Wang away."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly let out a breath slowly, as if the burden he had been carrying for many years had finally been put down.

Upon hearing this, Chu Yu suddenly said indifferently: "Nostalgia? Do you want to say that she has never had the intention to kill the Third Master. Have you said this, do you believe it?"

A young child is completely blank paper, full of kindness to the world, if he can

The Hou of Donghai was stunned. Looking at Chu Yu, a trace of light flashed in his old eyes. Then his eyes fell on Qin Sheng holding her hand. After a pause, he narrowed his eyes, as if he had fallen into a long-standing memory, and slowly said: "Maybe Your Highness the Prince of the Imperial Palace once wanted to get rid of the Third Master, but that was the beginning... After all, your birth may be a disaster for Your Highness the Imperial Palace, and even the entire royal family. King Chen is such a crazy man, you are the sharpest sword in his hand."

"But His Highness the Crown Princess was such a gentle and righteous person. She had carried too much... too many responsibilities, the lives of brothers and sisters, and the safety of the people in the world."

Donghai Hou coughed softly, his eyes were a little confused...

That highness seemed to be emitting light forever. The light that everyone expected was facing the cruel invasion of darkness. The sword she held in her hand had to protect too many people, and the only way she could not give her the last gentle bloodline in the world.

"You have said so much, do you want to ask for a life for Princess Fengqi, or do you want to resolve grudges and save people and become Buddhas?" Chu Yu looked at the man with gray hair in front of him, raised his eyebrows and asked directly.

This man may have been a decisive prince who was once a vain and decisive prince, but now he is just a middle-aged and sick man who is about to enter his death. He drags his body to resolve his grudges for many years and saves his beloved wife's life.

However, if everyone can just say something, they will become Buddhas with a smile and say "forgiveness", and then they will be happy and peaceful, where will the world come from? Why do everyone have their own karma, fire, demonic obstacles and Avici hell?

Only when sentient beings saw the Buddha sitting down in a Bodhi tree and becoming a Buddha with a clear understanding, picking up flowers, can we know that my Buddha once used his body to serve beasts, endured the suffering of blood and blood, and other hardships, and so on, he sighed long, "My Buddha is merciful."

The Marquis of Donghai was stunned. He looked at Chu Yu for a moment and looked at Qin Sheng, who had been unpredictable. He smiled bitterly for a while, hugged Princess Feng Qi who had completely fallen into a coma, and sighed deeply: "Yes, I have selfish intentions. Yaoyao is still young and cannot take on the position of the city lord. The safety and joy of this people are no longer supported, and the Ming Lie Taiwo has always..."

"So what? Yesterday must not be kept. Is the will and right and wrong of the dead important?" Qin Sheng suddenly spoke calmly, his leisurely voice like the wind on the ice field, which was so cold that it was irrefutable.

Hou Donghai was stunned and looked at Qin Sheng. His cracked lips moved a few times, but finally he was silent.

Yes, does it matter?

I know so much about the past, and those who abandon me yesterday should not be kept.

After all, it is just a mortal fetus. How can we easily ‘abandon’ past injuries? Who among the spectators is qualified to sit on the moral lotus platform and make people ‘let go’?

...

Qin Sheng looked at the Marquis of Donghai from a high place and smiled indifferently: "As for life and death, what does it have to do with me? Or the appearance of my jade-faced Guanyin? After you have watched it for a long time, you forgot that I am still bleeding from the other half of the demon's blood?"

After saying that, he turned around and took Chu Yu away calmly.

Donghai Hou looked at Qin Sheng and walked to the hall gate with Chu Yu blankly. He suddenly laughed softly, his voice was sad and sad: "Yes, he is self-destructive and cannot live, but this is the woman I have loved all my life. Even in her heart, the most important thing is never me, or even our Yaoyao. Even though she has done many unforgivable things, but..."

He paused, lowered his eyes and stared at Feng Qi, who was unconscious due to severe pain but still twitching. A gentle flashed across his old face, and his dry fingers gently stroked her messy hair: "I love her, I hope she can survive... If I can't, I will let me end her pain."

Hou Donghai closed his eyes and stopped his hand like a dead tree on Feng Qi's neck, slowly tightening it. As the old wife in her arms struggled unconsciously, a drop of turbid tears slowly flowed down his old face, but instead of letting go of his trembling hands, he tightened his fingers more and more.

...

Until, a faint voice floated from a distance: "Marty is such an interesting person. For your sake, I give you two choices. Now that this fool is born, I will take her to see her longing for Ming Lie, or... Let her live life worse than death every day, and endure the pain of life worse than death for ten years until your daughter becomes the next qualified Donghai Marquis."

...

Hou Donghai was stunned and stared at the white shadow floating away, his trembling body like fallen leaves in the wind.

Such a choice is too cruel.

He was so cruel that he had no choice.

He suddenly remembered the wise Princess Ming Lie. The wise Prince had been through thirteen years of suffering in the cruel entanglement of all relatives and blood. But when she left, she was still as calm as if there was only a snowfall in the sky, covering her previous life and the next life.

And now, is it his turn?

"I... am willing to... choose the next item." The middle-aged woman lying in Donghai Hou's arms opened her blurry eyes and opened her lips with difficulty.

"Feng Qi..." Donghai Hou was stunned, and almost disbelief lowered his eyes and looked at his arms, who seemed to be an old and hunched wife in his arms overnight.

She opened her lips tremblingly, and then continued to smile with difficulty: "Qiu Lang... what you said... I heard everything... it's me that I'm sorry for you and Yaoyao..."

The Hou of Donghai trembled, and tears fell from his turbid eyes: "Feng Qi... can't you let go of those hatreds?"

Princess Feng Qi closed her eyes, her muscles trembled slightly, and she smiled vicissitudes: "Maybe I can't let go in my life... I'll be able to let go... I've been too long, and love and hate have become inner demons. If I let go... I will only feel more guilty... I wish I could kill myself... so I can only continue..."

She paused and said softly: "Stay hateful, keep suffering... to survive, because the remaining ten years... I want to live for you and our daughter. I want to see her get married, see her...become a qualified city lord, and make up for the...debts for years."

She closed her eyes, raised her hand and slowly held the hand of the dead tree that had been drooping down by the Marquis of Donghai at some time, and raised her hand tremblingly to close his eyes without any anger, and she burst into tears: "Qiu Lang, you have to sleep, wait for me on the Naihe Bridge... I will go to find you for ten years, and in the next life, I will only have you in my heart."

...

In the empty inner hall, the hunched figure sitting quietly still hugged another curled thin body until she died.

The sky is bright, the clouds are faint, the wind is cold,

The sun shines pale all over the ground, and time seems to be old, and all love and hate slowly turn into dust and disappear.

...

It was as sharp as a knife and penetrated into the black cliff in the sky, and the sea breeze roared.

A white shadow stood quietly on the cliff, with wide white clothes rising with the wind, like crane's snow-white wings. But this time, it seemed like it was about to soar in the wind and no longer **.

He held a slim figure in his arms. The woman was held in his arms, leaning lazily and intimately on his chest, and said lightly: "Master, do you have to be so cool, mad and arrogant, and stand here with a fairy spirit floating straight up to the Ninth Heaven?"

Qin Sheng looked at her with a smile and said, "Don't you like standing side by side with me and don't want to stand behind me?"

Chu Yu nodded and raised his eyebrows with a smile: "Oh, if you are surprised, do you remember what I said?"

Qin Sheng's eyes were slightly bent, and her amber eyes stared at her deeply, and suddenly said slowly: "I remember every word you say, my aunt."

He spoke with a gentle call at the end of his words, as if he was turning lightly on the tip of his tongue, and he spit it out slowly, making Chu Yu feel that the person he was holding onto the tip of his tongue was him.

Then her heart warmed, her pretty face turned red, and she stuttered a little: "Qin...qin...sheng...sheng......"

She couldn't help but rub against him again, turned around and hugged his waist, buried her face in his chest, rubbing her rubbing.

Such a fairy-like figure either doesn't speak or speaks love words, which makes her... well, her blood is so hot that she wants to kiss her every minute.

Well, her big ** smells so good...

She had to calm down, she was still standing on the cliff. No matter how good her martial arts were, she could not do dangerous moves. Safety first!

"Why, let her go?" Chu Yu changed the subject and raised his face from his arms.

Qin Sheng paused and said lightly: "Marquis of Donghai."

Chu Yu raised his eyebrows: "What did he say last?"

The most selfish analysis and the most desperate confession.

Qin Sheng smiled slightly and said leisurely: "Well, or maybe, after all, the man's vicious blood is still flowing in my body. I like to see the pain of "interesting" people, which is really pleasant..."

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