Quick Wear Peace

"Are you going to leave me alone?" He looked into An Ning's eyes stubbornly.

"After you leave, I will find another woman and forget you."

"It doesn't matter, as long as you are okay." An Ning's eyes were full of sadness. She stroked Jun Ze's cheek with her hand, as if she wanted to remember his appearance in her heart.

That night, under the red candlelight, two figures overlapped on the bed. Jun Ze bit An Ning's neck fiercely: "You are such a cruel woman."

In the end, I couldn't bear it and could only caress and kiss her deeply.

An Ning hugged his waist tightly, couldn't help shedding tears, and endured what she shouldn't have to endure.

The moon outside listened to the sounds from inside the house and shyly pulled a white cloud to cover its cheeks.

An Ning was kneeling on a high platform with ropes tied around her hands. There were Taoist priests around her guarding her to prevent her from escaping.

The area beneath the platform was filled with firewood, and there was a faint smell of wine.

Junze sat in the upper seat, and the ministers stood on both sides, looking at the altar. A Taoist priest with a solemn appearance was chanting words of sacrifice in front of the altar.

An Ning kept her eyes on Jun Ze and turned a deaf ear to the people on both sides and their curses.

Suddenly, a crossbow arrow flew by, aiming straight towards Junze.

An Ning's eyes shrank, and she tried her best to destroy the barrier. Using the remaining magic power in her body, she rushed forward and stood in front of Jun Ze.

The arrow pierced An Ning's chest fiercely, and blood kept flowing from the wound.

Jun Ze held An Ning helplessly, and immediately came to his senses: "Come here, catch that man and call the imperial physician over."

A large number of soldiers appeared around them in an instant: "Yes."

Xiao Zhuzi also hurried to call the imperial physician.

The people around were in chaos because of the incident, and the prime minister immediately sent people to appease the masses.

After the soldiers left, Junze looked at An Ning in his arms.

"It's useless. My magic power can no longer sustain my life." An Ning lay weakly in Jun Ze's arms, blood constantly spitting out of her mouth.

"No, no." Jun Ze murmured while holding An Ning, then raised his head and shouted to the people beside him: "Call the imperial doctor to hurry up, hurry up."

"Don't... don't forget... forget me." An Ning raised her head and looked at Jun Ze reluctantly, her eyes filled with tears. She raised her arm to touch Jun Ze's cheek.

Before her hand could touch his cheek, it gently fell.

Jun Ze wanted to grab An Ning's hand instantly, but a green light flashed.

There was only a blade of grass with wilted lavender flowers on it falling into his arms.

A trace of loneliness flashed in Junze's eyes. He picked up the grass and put it in his clothes, then slowly stood up.

At this time, the imperial doctors also arrived, and Junze waved his hand and let them go.

Looking at the chaotic people below.

Immediately give orders to other soldiers to maintain order and calm everyone's emotions.

Not long after, the soldiers who were trying to capture the archer came back, but they failed to catch him because the archer ran too fast and let him escape.

Junze ordered the people from the Ministry of Justice to look for that person.

After arranging everything, he waved his hand, asked others to leave, and walked aimlessly.

Unconsciously, he walked to the side hall again. Jun Ze looked at the quiet room and seemed to see An Ning lying leisurely on the recliner. She turned to look at him when she heard the sound.

She waved to him, and when he was about to grab An Ning, she disappeared again.

Junze lay on the recliner where An Ning often lay, covering his eyes with his hands, a tear running down his cheek.

Everything had been arranged, so how could an accident happen?