"When relatives say goodbye, they often go all the way to Baqiao."

Xiao Yi led Zhaoye Yu lion and walked slowly: "When I was sent to Baqiao, I would fold down the willow branches on the bridge and give them to me, so the 'Baqiao willow' also means parting."

The surroundings were bustling, and a sudden scream rose into the sky. Golden fireworks instantly bloomed in the night sky. Then countless fireworks followed the sky, and the dark night sky immediately became colorful.

“It looks so good…”

Nan Baoyi looked up and watched with an amazement on her face.

Xiao Yi only looked at her.

The little girl is riding a night-jade lion on the bridge. Her face is beautiful and countless fireworks are reflected in her clear and round pupils. This is the best scenery in Chang'an this winter.

Fireworks were reflected in her eyes.

And she is hidden in his heart.

He raised his thin lips and looked at the sky: "If you like it, I will also put fireworks on New Year's Eve. I have never told you that I have already drafted the imperial edict of the queen. I originally wanted to send it to your house on New Year's Eve, but I am happy to see you tonight, and I want to make you happier..."

His voice was always cold as ice.

But when he talked to Nan Baoyi, he couldn't help but feel gentle. To him, Nan Jiaojiao was the spring breeze that melted the ice. He couldn't let go and wanted to keep the spring breeze by his side forever.

Nan Baoyi's smile became even sweeter when he listened to his feelings.

Since parting in Shengjing, she has no longer been his princess.

She really wants to be serious and glorious, and marry him again...

She was having a happy mood, and pain suddenly spread across her neck.

Have you been stung by mosquitoes?

She subconsciously reached out to touch her neck.

Under the fireworks, she lowered her head and clearly saw her blood all over her hands.

She was stunned.

The blood was bright red and dripped along her fingers, dyeing her skirt and saddle red.

She touched her again, and the warm blood was still flowing, not like she was bitten by a mosquito, but like...

Knife wound!

After a lot of twists and turns in my mind, Shen Jiang's figure finally appeared.

Twin Gu...

Something happened to Shen Jiang... She committed suicide?

She didn't want to live alone in the cold palace? She couldn't bear the lonely years, so she managed to get a sharp blade? She committed suicide in such a happy long night...

Nan Baoyi's little face was as pale as paper.

Her fingertips trembled, and tears rolled down large by large.

Shen Jiang is determined to die, but she doesn't want to die yet...

She endured so many years of ups and downs, finally settled down, finally stayed with her second brother forever? She didn't want to die...

The fear of death prompted the girl to shed tears.

She couldn't stop the blood in her neck, and her voice trembled hoarsely: "Second brother? Second brother..."

Xiao Yi looked up.

It was covered in blood when you saw the eyes.

A striking knife wound appeared on his little girl's neck. Her hands were covered in blood and her body was trembling, and she had already cried into tears. Her eyes were as bright and moist as petals as flowers? She was full of fear and panic. She was staring at him like a cry for help. She called "Second Brother" carefully and expectantly.

At this moment, the lively fireworks and noise in the streets were far away from him.

His ears were so tinnitus that his eyes were gradually congested. Only the dazzling redness remained in the whole world.

Shen Jiang...

It's Shen Jiang!

How could she be so selfish?!

"Nan Jiaojiao..."

He spoke hoarsely.

He raised his fingertips tremblingly, slowly holding the little girl's blood-stained hand.

The moment he held it, he suddenly tightened.

He turned over to the horse, hugged Nan Baoyi tightly in his arms, held the reins in one hand, and grabbed the horse's belly, galloping towards Jinling.

The biting cold wind whistled towards him, blew his ears red.

However, his eyes became even more scarlet, and his thin lips kept kissing the girl's cheeks and hair. He murmured in a low voice: "It's okay... Jiang Suihan must have a way to save you..."

The long night is long.

He shouted loudly: "Go to the cold palace to stop her!"

Shiku and others who followed secretly were shocked, like a crow that had left the nest, rushing towards the palace.

The fireworks behind him are still in full bloom.

The iron-art wind lights hanging around the horse's neck were bumping, illuminating the fine snow that was blowing towards them. They fell on Xiao Yi's temples in a rustling manner. His eyes were wet and red, as if his head turned white in an instant.

The little girl in her arms cried violently, and tears kept rolling on the back of his hands. It was obviously just warm, but it deeply burned his heart.

She sobbed and begged him: "Second brother, I don't want to die, I don't want to die..."

I have been planning for many years and running around for many years.

I haven't relaxed well for a day, and I haven't enjoyed the warmth of laughing at the stove before the stove. I haven't reunited with him as my wife.

She asked herself that she is worthy of the country and the people in this life. There are so many bad people in the world, why is it her who died?!

Xiao Yi lowered his head and kissed her cheek.

It was obviously an eight-foot man who never cried, but tears burst out from his eyes.

He can fight against a hundred on the battlefield, he can dismiss aristocratic families in the court, he can call the wind and rain in the world, his hands can hold the sword and play the piano, and he can hold the most prominent power in the world, but he cannot wipe away the tears of his beloved woman.

Heavy snow is everywhere, and the streets are far away.

I never felt that the journey to Jinling was so long.

He was afraid that this Thousand Mile Divine Horse would not be able to escape the God of Death.

He was afraid that he, the emperor of the human world, would have no choice but to be helpless in front of the hell ghost messenger.

Tears seeped into the corners of the mouth, salty and bitter.

He hugged Nan Baoyi tightly and tried to use his body temperature to extend his life for her.

Zhaoye Yu Lion finally ran to Jinling for a tour. Because he ran too fast, he staggered and fell to the ground, throwing Xiao Yi and Nan Baoyi out.

Xiao Yi was still holding Nan Baoyi, not caring about the bleeding of his knees. He only had red eyes and ran into Jinling desperately.

Jiang Suihan and Xie Alou were drinking around the fire when they heard someone roaring outside, and quickly put on their cloaks and ran out.

The wind lights in the yard illuminate the heavy snow in the sky.

Xiao Yi hugged the girl covered in blood and fell to the ground with a thud. The proud and lonely emperor, now he was like crazy, with tears flowing endlessly, begging Jiang Suihan to save people.

Jiang Suihan dared not show up in a grand manner.

He stared at Nan Baoyi's blood all over his body, and did not bother asking about the reason, so he swallowed his saliva and stuttered: "This amount of bleeding..."

Xie Alou was anxious and pushed him: "What are you doing when you are standing there? Go and have a look!"

He was forced to fall off the stairs.

Xiao Yi was breathing violently, his face was covered in tears, he trembled and pushed away his cloak, and carefully carried Nan Baoyi to him.

The girl's face was as pale as paper, and her blood dyed her green ivy skirt red. Several strands of crows were soaked in blood, sticking to her cheeks, her eyelashes were trembling, and her breathing was weak.

Jiang Suihan's eyes fell on the wound between Nan Bao's neck.

Such a deep knife wound...

The artery has been cut, and even if it is placed in later generations, it will be unable to turn the world back.

Seeing his pale face and his expression was dull, Xiao Yi yelled angrily: "Jiang Suihan, what do you mean?! Save people!"

Jiang Suihan's eyes were also red, and tears gushed out uncontrollably.

He murmured: "Brother Xiao family, Nan Xiaowu, she..."
Chapter completed!