The Studious Goddess Is Not To Be Provoked

After Qing Feiyu finished speaking, she glanced at Shangguan Yi reluctantly, closed her eyes resolutely, took a step forward and wiped the sword vigorously, blood splashed immediately, she fell into a pool of blood, smiled at Shangguan Yi, and then forever Close your eyes!

"Yu'er!"

Shangguan Yi's voice resounded through the sky, with overwhelming anger in his grief, he held his long sword again, gods blocked and killed gods, Buddhas blocked and killed Buddhas, at this moment, he was like Shura from hell, with only killing in his red eyes.

The prince was so frightened that there was nothing in his hands that could threaten Shangguan Yi. He was already shrouded in great fear, and he kept pulling his subordinates around him to block him, but Shangguan Yi took care of them one by one. In the end, everyone was killed. Guang, Shangguan Yi's long sword was pointed at him, and he knelt down on the ground, crying and talking about brotherhood with tears streaming down his face, asking Shangguan Yi to spare his life.

Shangguan Yi shot out the sword and inserted it into the wooden door on the side of the prince's head, only a finger's width away from his head. He was so frightened that he fell limp on the ground.

"I will not let you die so easily, I will make you suffer so much that life is worse than death!"

Leaving those words behind, Shangguan Yi carefully picked up the lifeless Qing Feiyu and walked out of the gate slowly.

A crystal clear teardrop dripped gently on Qing Feiyu's cheek.

After Qing Feiyu was buried generously, Shangguan Yi began to retaliate crazily. He had no intention of taking the throne, but only wanted to use what he had learned in his life to assist his father and benefit the people, but the prince was suspicious by nature. Only by accumulating rights can he be in charge of his own destiny. If he had had rights earlier, his beloved would not die, so he designed revenge.

Later, the prince was exiled because he sought power and usurped the throne.

Shangguan Yi successfully ascended the throne, never married, devoted himself to government affairs, and became a generation of Mingjun.

Xia Weian watched Shangguan Yi grow from black hair to white hair, watched him stand lonely on the city wall looking at the scenery outside, and watched him muttering to himself in front of Qing Feiyu's grave every day, and felt like a knife was twisting his heart.

Later, Shangguan Yi died, and when he entered reincarnation, he exchanged the virtues of his life's achievements with Meng Po. He didn't drink Meng Po's soup, just so that he could find Qing Feiyu in the next life and continue his relationship.

There is a price to be paid for everything. Granny Meng not only demanded the virtue of his life's work, but also gave him the disease of cold poison, which made him short-lived.

Xia Wei'an's consciousness slowly recovered. When she opened her eyes, it was almost dark, and her whole face was wet with tears.

So Di Xingchen wanted to marry her not because of her good birth date, but because she was the reincarnation of Qing Feiyu, and he spoiled her to no end, because he loved her so deeply.

"Master, please give me the medicine."

Wiping away her tears, Xia Weian looked at the monk in front of him. The monk had kind eyes and kind eyes, with a kind smile on his lips.

"You have to think about it, once he wakes up after taking the medicine, you two will forget each other, and you can't continue your relationship."

"I figured it out, nothing is more important than his life, even if we forget each other, as long as we are both alive, that's fine!"

"Amitabha!"

The monk who solved the sign handed the box to Xia Wei'an, Xia Wei'an took it and ran down the mountain.

Get in the car and step on the accelerator, drive to the hospital.

On the way back to the city, she had to pass a section of road around the sea. She was concentrating on driving, when a car drove across, suddenly turned on its high beams, the dazzling light blinded her eyes, and the car rushed towards her.