Chapter 516: Better to die than to live

Nie Wushuang looked at Xiao Fengqing under the corridor, and for a moment his heart was desolate.
"Her Royal Highness, listen to me!" She grabbed his hand suddenly and begged bitterly: "You listen to me, and only if you give up military power, Xiao Fengxi can spare you. Your Highness, don't you still have a land? If you go to Beijing, you wo n’t move you at all with your military skills ... "
She spoke so eagerly that the tears fell on his placket and his hands were unknowing. In the shadows, Xiao Fengqing remained motionless, leaving her to speak quickly.
Nie Wushuang's eager words suddenly stopped when he saw the smile on his face. She slowly let go of his hand, took a step back, and despair surged from the bottom of her heart: "You ... you won't give up your military power, don't you? You won't leave Beijing at all, will you ..."
A cold wind blew, blowing his hair, thin white clothes, and the aroma of Du Ruo, who was familiar with the bitterness, brushed the tip of her nose, making her slightly stunned.
"Go?" He smiled softly: "Where? Go to Fandi? Go to Qindi? Or go to Qi country?" He smiled all the time, shaking with trembling: "Heaven and earth, where can I go now? ? "
Nie Wushuang clenched his lips and wept silently.
He looked at her eyes that kept tearing, and slowly choked her: "Wushuang, if I leave, I will never see you again."
Cold arms, she trembled like autumn leaves in his arms.
She doesn't want him to go down this dead end, she doesn't want to watch their brothers with each other ...
"Feng Qing ..." She finally sobbed out: "Let's go. At the beginning all this was wrong, this country is not yours, this queen is not mine either ..."
Her remorse was so clear at this moment that she should not go down this path, this is bound to be a dead end. She should not be involved with Xiao Fengqing, nor should she fall in love with Xiao Fengying. She always imagined that she could get the so-called happiness after revenge and revenge, but only in the end did she find out what she really got except for her sin. Except for the golden throne of the queen, ask yourself, everything is false ...
Her tears dripped on his shoulders, sobering his drink.
Xiao Fengqing pushed her away, don't look away: "You go. Go back to the palace. He already knows that I want to fight back, sooner or later, I will doubt your head. You have to know that he is a good brother and a good husband, But he is ultimately an emperor! "
"The elder brother can forgive his brother for occasional mistakes, but the emperor does not allow his courtiers to betray him. Wushuang, don't you still understand him?"
"And you, he doesn't mind that you are the second marriage, can he still tolerate your repeated betrayal? You have long been insecure, and you have come to care about what I do ?!"
Nie Wushuang opened his mouth and bitterly said, "Feng Qing, why are you so? As long as you give up your military power, you still have a chance ..."
"Front line of vitality?" Xiao Fengqing coldly proudly turned his head: "Do you think that front line of vitality is something to be rejoicing for the king? That's not life, that's called life is better than death! Want me to wait for his forgiveness, his forgiveness, to I'm waiting for my next life to become a laid-back prince imprisoned in a rich and powerful cage. It might as well kill me! Not to mention, I have not lost at all! This game has just begun! "
Nie Wushuang looked at his proud side, only to feel his heart twisted. He is too proud, he will not give up, he will not leave Yingjing, he worked hard to plan and manage everything for so many years!
Xiao Fengqing is like this, so is Xiao Fengyi!
She also wanted to say that her feet had been dragged, and Yang pulled her straight, her expression changed dramatically: "Madam, come back to the palace! It's been too long!"
Nie Wushuang looked at him, and looked at Xiao Fengqing under the corridor. He was full of sadness in his heart.
"Go. I ca n’t help the fate of the king. If the will of God is so, that's the fate of the king. No one can complain." Xiao Fengqing said coldly, and then turned back to the kiosk, and continued to look up. Drink it.
He was dressed in the sole discretion of Bai Yiting, and from now on, he stroked into his heart, dripping with blood.
Nie Wushuang half covered his face, and left the other hospital in a hurry with Yang Zhi.
Along the way, the carriage was galloping, and the rumble was about to fall apart. Nie Wushuang just stared blankly at the violently shaking curtain.
Yang's face was tense, and the redness and swelling had just subsided a little, but his face was more dignified in the tension.
"What the is it?" Nie Wushuang finally asked.
Yang Zhizhang looked at the houses that were moving backwards quickly, and opened his mouth: "I don't know. The person who heard the news said only two words: Come back! So the mother-in-law is going back quickly."
Nie Wushuang closed his eyes, the wheels rolled, and finally, the palace arrived. Yang Zhisong was relieved and he helped Nie Wushuang hurriedly enter through the side door of Leng Palace. The night was still so cold, and the cold wind brought the killing of the rest of the winter day, which made people faintly fear.
The master and servant hurried along to the Chenghua Hall along the way, and Yang Zhi walked so hurriedly that she almost tripped her to the ground.
Nie Wushuang looked at him and was about to ask. Suddenly, Yang Zhi took a few steps back and forth, subconsciously stopped in front of her, and exhaled: "Mother, it's too late!"
Nie Wushuang looked up and saw that a palace lamp was on the road that Chenghua Palace must pass, and it illuminated the dragon owl in front of the palace gate.
Xiao Fengxi sat in the dragon's bow, Junya's face was bright and dark, he could not see clearly. He watched Nie Wushuang rushing back to Xingye, and slowly walked down Long Ling.
Nie Wushuang blinked, and when he really saw his face, he was already standing in front of her. Still familiar ambergris. Nie Wushuang's heart was a little embarrassed. He shook her hand and asked gently: "It's late at night, where did Zitong go, and I waited for a long time, thinking you wouldn't come back."
His hands were as warm and dry as ever, with a slight itching of cocoons. Nie Wushuang couldn't find his voice, his eyes had dried up, and his heart was a mess. Behind him was the voice of the guard with Yang Zhi. The chill struck the whole body at that instant.
Nie Wushuang's hands were a little cold, and the nightmare finally came. Sooner or later, she broke away from his hands and slowly walked to Chenghua Palace: "The ministers are tired, and the officials are going to rest in the palace."
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