She looked at him, tears filled her eyes, sad and determined: "Jiang Lang, I just love you and admire you. If you don't want to, I will reject me. Why do you humiliate me so much? The reputation of my daughter's family is so important. How can you defile me like this!"

As she spoke, she found that the servants around her were coming to pull her away.

He hurriedly picked up his dress and walked up the steps barefoot quickly, like a fiery red butterfly flying towards him.

Jiang Xingzhi wanted to hug her.

She ran too fast.

I staggered, as if I could fall down the next moment.

He wanted to hold her firmly, and to bend down to put on shoes for her. He was so naked that it would be so cold in this snowy winter day.

However, he could not control his body.

He watched as he drew out the sword in his hand.

As she pounced in front of him, the sword pierced directly into her body.

She reached out and there was a jade pendant in her hand, which was carved with an ugly "Jiang" and "Yan".

She cried and laughed, "Jiang Lang, you said you wanted to marry me. You said you would wait for you. If you don't marry me, I will come to find you, Jiang Lang, Jiang Lang."

His body stiffened and his eyes fell on the jade pendant.

He carved the jade pendant bit by bit in his mind, and solemnly handed it to her: "Awu, when I make a contribution, I will come back to marry you. You must wait for me."

"Okay, I will wait for you and keep waiting for you to marry me."

The jade pendant in her hand slid to the ground, making a crisp sound and shattered in half.

After a brief hesitation, the long sword in his hand pulled out without hesitation.

Blood suddenly spurted out of her chest.

That blood fell on the thick snow, which was even brighter than the red plum blossoms in the yard.

Her body then rolled down the steps, and her red dress flew, like a butterfly with her wings broken.

After landing, he never moved again.

Only red blood flowed out of her chest.

Dye the pure white snow into red.

She still had her eyes open.

She looked at him with a smile, and tears finally flowed down from the corners of her eyes.

Her lips were moving.

He heard her low mosquito-like sound.

"It hurts so much!"

Jiang Xingzhi sat up in shock.

The room is not cold.

But he was so cold that his whole body was trembling.

The cold body seemed to be filled with ice slags.

He remembered it.

He remembered that Yan Wu's song "Feng Qiu Huang" was originally played for him.

In order to learn that song, her fingers were always bloody for a while.

He didn't let her learn, but she said that she had to learn to play it to him.

But before she could learn, he left home and went to the battlefield.

In five years, he went from a pony servant to a general, and she went from a daughter to a geisha.

She had been waiting for him and looking forward to him.

But when we meet again, he killed her with one sword.

Why is he so cruel?

How could he be so cruel!

Jiang Xingzhi stretched out his hand and pressed his chest tightly.

That place hurts like thousands of ants sucking bones

But this kind of pain is not the most painful.

But, it was the sword he stabbed her in the dream.

In the dream, she fell into the heavy snow with her blood and her dress. No one tried to save him. He was too lazy to look at her. He just threw the long sword with her blood in his hand aside with disgust.

She was dragged away by those people roughly like a sack.

The place dragged by is dazzling red blood.

Awu, Awu.

Jiang Xingzhi tried to get up and get out of bed. He wanted to find her and asked her why he would do such a terrible thing to her in his dream.
Chapter completed!