Heat, sweat slid down the forehead.

"Give Pingting the last chance. Let Pingting prove to you with facts that Pingting will never do anything that makes you sad."

She was still lying in the man's arms, raising her head and smiling sweetly.

"Pingting not only can't bear to hurt you, but also can't hurt anyone related to you."

"I'll be waiting for you in Donglin."

We swear to the moon...

Never let down each other...

"Chu Beijie, Chu Beijie, you fool!" The shrill laughter made both ears hurt.

Someone opened her mind and tore everything inside hard, clenched with her fingernails, and bite them with sharp teeth.

It's a dream, it's a dream.

Hot, lava-like heat.

This is a dream, and I can't wake up. In the dream, Pingting was eating wild fruits one after another. The red fruit with such a beautiful color, why is each one more bitter and bitter than the previous one?

How could it be so hard?

How could it be so bitter?

This is a dream, a dream that cannot wake up.

The gorgeous carriage galloped on the way back, without a handsome flag on it. The Beimo people watching on the road did not know that it contained people who saved their country - a woman, a woman who did not belong to Beimo.

She used to belong to Guile or Donglin, but now, she does not belong to either party, and she does not even belong to herself anymore.

"I'll be waiting for you in Donglin."

Wait for you……

Repeatedly, murmured, the loving gaze was as soft as the moonlight of that night.

It's just a dream, a dream that can't wake up.

But she had to wake up and see who ruined her. She ruined Bai Pingting without any effort, destroying everything she had been waiting for.

She gritted her teeth and supported her with hatred, struggling until her eyelids weighing thousands of pounds were pushed away bit by bit.

The light flowed into her eyes, and it hurt so hard. She opened her eyes wide, unwilling to close her eyes and avoided the strong light, so she just stared at the person in front of her as if she was about to crack her eyes.

General’s wife, Yang Feng.

She had returned to Yang Feng's side and lay on the bed where she was whispering to Yang Feng that night. The soft quilt was still gorgeous.

Yang Feng waited for many days, and saw Pingting finally opened her eyes, and she suddenly felt happy, but when she touched Pingting's gaze, her heart suddenly became irritated and she shivered. "Pingting, you are finally awake." This sentence stuck in her throat and couldn't say it under Pingting's stare.

"Who did you give the medicine to?" Pingting asked in a hoarse voice.

"King..."

"Who have you seen after the king got the medicine?"

Yang Feng bit his lip and asked without answering, "Why did you lie to me that it was just a drug? Although the drug cannot harm strong adults, it can kill children, and the amount does not need to be too much, just a little bit is enough."

Pingting felt heartbroken as if she was so thin that her bones were holding her heart hard, closing her eyes, and then suddenly opened her eyes after a while, and said sternly: "So you used that medicine to poison the two princes of Donglin? Yang Feng, are you so cruel? Don't you accumulate some blessings for the children in your belly?"

Yang Feng seemed to have been stabbed, and took a step back with his slightly raised belly, kneeling down dejectedly, tears filled his eyes, and said sadly: "I sent the medicine to the palace... I was suddenly summoned by the king in the middle of the night and asked me if this medicine could poison the underage child... The king said that King Donglin was in a coma for several days and could not make Donglin really in chaos. If Donglin lost two young princes, the civil strife would last for several years... Pingting, after that, I was imprisoned in the palace, and no news could be transmitted, and I really couldn't convey a trace of wind! Ze Yin... Ze Yin was not in the North Cliff..." She was frightened for many days, and she couldn't help crying loudly at this moment.

"Yang Feng..." Pingting struggled to hold up her upper body, her hair hanging down on the side of her haggard face, barely got out of bed, and fell step by step to Yang Feng, pressing Yang Feng's twitching shoulders, staring at her deeply, "Yang Feng, who leaked the details of the drug to the King of Beimo? You said, you must know, right?"

"I..." Yang Feng looked at Pingting's gaze with tears on his face, shook his head sadly, "Don't ask, Pingting... don't ask."

Pingting stared at Yang Feng for a moment, and a sharp light lit up in her eyes. In a flash, the light disappeared, leaving only the sadness of her eyes full of her eyes and disbelief. She held her breath and carefully spit out two words, "He Xia?"

Yang Feng couldn't bear to turn his face away.

Pingting Ruo unconsciously released Yang Feng's shoulders, knelt softly on the ground, trembling with her blood-free lips, and after a while, a faint smile appeared from the corner of her lips, "Yes, who else knows the depth of this medicine besides him? It was originally the medicine grinded by both of us."

She was stunned for a long time, as if she remembered something, and struggled. Yang Feng helped her forward, but she waved her hand gently to refuse. She gritted her teeth and stood up on the chair, and said in a deep voice: "Prepare the horse."

Seeing that she couldn't even stand steadily, Yang Feng asked anxiously: "Where are you going?"

"Go to see He Xia." Pingting gently grinded her teeth and looked ahead blankly, with a hollow voice, "I want to ask him in person why he should treat me like this!"

Yang Feng was silent for a while and finally sighed quietly: "You don't have to go find him, he is in the General's Mansion. Since you were sent back, he has been waiting for you to wake up."

He Xia turned in from the arch of the garden, and saw Pingting sitting by the bed in the house from a distance through a few new flowers and the opened window.

She was very thin, pitifully thin. Her face was haggard. She was no longer the little girl who used to sing laughter to the air in the Jing'an Palace. She was heartbreaking.

He Xia lifted the pearl curtain and stepped into the room gently. In the past few days, he had been staying in the room, waiting for Pingting to wake up.

When the imperial doctor said that Pingting would wake up in the past two days, he suddenly became timid. He was not sure that he could face Pingting's gaze when she woke up. After hesitating for a while, he left the room, before Pingting woke up.

But what you should face cannot be avoided.

"Pingting..." He Xia called in a low voice and approached tentatively.

His clever and intelligent maid was right in front of him, like a jade carving, only a body and no soul. Where is the warm and fragrant jade that was the first? He once leaned in his arms so intimately, rode with him, and looked at the magnificent scenery on the journey. Does this body still have the warmth of the past? He Xia couldn't help but want to reach out to touch it.

"Don't touch me." Cold words that make people feel cold and heart-wrenching overflowed from their teeth.

He Xia's hand that stretched out stopped for a moment, condensed in the air, and could no longer move forward half an inch. Pingting's eyes seemed to meet him, but she seemed to be unable to see anything.

The gentleness, dexterity, curiosity, and cunning in her eyes were gone. He Xia only saw the coldness hidden deep in her eyes, as well as confusion and pain.

He Xia withdrew his hand with regret and lowered his eyes, "Pingting, you have changed."

"Pingting is no longer the Pingting of the day." Pingting smiled bitterly, paused slightly, and asked quietly, "Is the young master still the young master of the day?"

He Xiaqing looked at Pingting carefully. The day was no longer there, and it was a short distance between the ends of the world.

He was filled with mixed feelings, sighed and said softly: "Do you remember when we were young? I wrote, you polished ink; I danced swords, you played the piano. You followed me wherever I went, and never followed me. When I grew up, you followed me every time I went to war and gave me advice. In fact, half of my reputation as King Jing'an was earned back. It would be great if I could go back to the past."

"Once upon a time?" Pingting looked at her for a moment without any thoughts, her eyes returned to coldness, and she said lightly, "Yes, when we made that medicine, you told me in person that this medicine would poison children and damage the way of nature. We can only use it as a pill, not to kill people."

He Xia was shocked, and he was extremely angry. Even his voice trembled and said coldly: "The former Prince Jing'an Mansion was still there, and my parents were not killed by the thief before."

The blood-red lightning suddenly tore through the sky.

"What?" Pingting lost her voice and stood up suddenly. Unexpectedly, her knees became weak and she fell back to the edge of the bed.

"I, Prince Jing'an's Mansion, have made contributions and no faults to Gui Le, have decided to give up everything and retire to the mountains and forests. Unexpectedly, He Su, the thief He Su must kill all the people. It's also a bad thing for me, and we shouldn't divide the troops into two groups and separate from our parents. He Su, I, He Xia, will not be a human being if I don't take revenge!" He gritted his teeth, lit the paint and looked back at Pingting, and said softly, "My father and mother are gone, I have no brothers and sisters, and the only person I am closest to is you."

Pingting was stunned.

The prince is gone... the princess is gone...

The benefactor who had raised himself for fifteen years left.

Without them, would he have become a small dead bone outside the city in the midst of hunger and coldness? Will it have nothing to do with the great Jing'an Palace?

In this way, the huge fire in which He Su was ungrateful and slaughtered the heroes would not have any connection with her, nor would she have been wandering in Donglin by chance, and met Guile's mortal enemy Chu Beijie, so that she could have taken out a heart and presented it with both hands.

Thoughts drifted with the wind to the ruins of Prince Jing'an's mansion thousands of miles away... I still remember that day, the loving princess took her fat little hand and walked to He Xia, who was lowering her head to practice calligraphy, and smiled and said, "Look, what a cute girl is, I have a fate with our Prince Jing'an's mansion. Xia'er, do you know what fate is?"

He Xia put down his pen, looked at Pingting and smiled, and said, "Don't move, just stand there. I'll help you draw, it looks so beautiful."

With one stroke, she became He Xia's maid, reader, playmate, military advisor, and even almost became his side room.

"Prince, the young master has taught me to get a pen.

"The princess said that my piano can play better than the young master.

"If you don't listen to me and recite the military books well, I will tell the princess to go."

...

I laughed softly, I went, I went.

With a hand, the past flowed away from the fingertips with a sneer. It could not be kept.

There is no room for turning back. If she wasn't He Xia's maid, how could she set up a plan to lure Chu Beijie into an ambush and force Chu Beijie to make a contract that would not be reborn for five years?

If Chu Beijie had not made a vow on behalf of the Donglin royal family to not be happy and let He Su no longer have to worry about the border troubles, how could He Su easily mobilize a large army to ambush King Jing'an and the princess?

Things in the world are linked together and there are causes and effects.

Thinking of this, Pingting felt empty in her heart, and she lost her strength of resentment, and she said in a daze: "Young Master hates He Su, but why did she collude with the King of Beimo and kill the two princes of King of Donglin? If the civil strife in Donglin is cleared, Beimo will immediately suffer a disaster."

He Xia stared at Pingting with pity and sighed, "No matter what Beimo will be in the future, as long as I can keep Pingting, I am willing to do anything."

Pingting was shocked, slowly looked back at He Xia, and said with a miserable smile: "Don't the young master suspect that Pingting will look towards Chu Beijie? Otherwise, after Chu Beijie vowed not to be happy about returning, he would not have forced Pingting to leave for fear that Pingting would leak the whereabouts of Prince Jing'an's mansion."

"It's different from the past." He Xia turned his head and asked in a deep voice, "Can Pingting still return to Chu Beijie now? Will Chu Beijie still believe Pingting's words?"

Pingting was not as shocked as expected, but just asked softly: "The prince is gone, what are the plans for the future?"

"Take you away, we will retire to the mountains and forests, and I will make you live a better life than that day."

Pingting stared at He Xia firmly with her crystal eyes. The strength she had grown from somewhere, she slowly stood up and walked towards He Xia, as if she wanted to see every hair clearly. Pingting looked deep into He Xia's bottomless eyes for a moment, and almost touched her lips at the distance, and said word by word: "Will Pingting still believe the words of the young master?" A dark smile appeared at the corner of her lips, and she turned and said in a deep voice, "From the day when Pingting left, Prince Jing'an's Mansion and Pingting have no relationship. Please come back."

The room suddenly became quiet.

After a few heavy breaths of bitter depression, heavy footsteps sounded behind me.

The pearl curtain swayed, and He Xia left.
To be continued...