The Prince Consort's Beloved

The white clothes today were specially picked by her for Xiao Luobai. He usually liked to wear green. Whenever he just stood there, Li Yuanrou felt that he was extremely handsome and the green clothes were like a painting.

But in Li Yuanrou's heart, he has always been as pure as snow and frost, extraordinary and otherworldly as a banished immortal.

Don’t exiled immortals all wear white? So today I chose this snow-white robe for him.

Now this white dress was dyed with bright red, like a gorgeous touch in the moonlight, extremely dazzling.

My eyes suddenly became sore...

Her god is also made of flesh and blood...

Xiao Luobai knelt on one knee, supporting his body with his sword. He lowered his head and looked extremely tired.

The wind blew, ruffling the scattered hair on his temples, and his white robe swayed in the wind. Li Yuanrou remembered that when she went to the Prince Consort's Mansion for the second time, Xiao Luobai was standing in the attic with his sleeves fluttering.

He is a handsome and elegant young man, as bright as the sun and the moon, and as clear as the stars.

Now, the leg of Xiao Luobai that was touching the ground was bleeding, and it seemed that he could not stand up and looked a little embarrassed.

Li Yuanrou's breathing stopped at this moment, her heart suddenly tightened and it hurt, she shouted: "Xiao Luobai."

Xiao Luobai raised his head with difficulty when he heard the voice. Because he used too much force, the sword bent a little, and made a hissing sound when it bounced back. The light reflected by the sword reflected a face covered with a black scarf, and his sword was approaching Xiao Luobai.

Li Yuanrou's face changed drastically, and she shouted at the man in black in panic: "Don't hurt him!"

She opened her arms and rushed towards Xiao Luobai.

But she was so timid that she was even afraid of firecrackers. On that day at the hunting ground, she was so scared by a blind bear's roar from a distance that she jumped into Xiao Luobai's arms.

But now she threw herself towards her lover without hesitation. She hugged Xiao Luobai with her arms and tried to block him with her body, like a moth to a flame, sacrificing her life, without the slightest fear.

The man in black had raised his sword above his head.

Xiao Luobai's pupils shrank slightly. He used all his strength to hold Li Yuanrou and turned him around, and the sword light flashed across his back.

They both wanted to sacrifice themselves to protect each other...

The black hair spread out, flying in the wind and dancing gracefully.

He protected her again.

Yes, how could he allow others to hurt the person dearest to him?

He is reluctant...

Li Yuanrou froze for a moment and felt her heartbeat stop. She looked up at Xiao Luobai. His face was almost pale and he looked a little tired.

He frowned.

Li Yuanrou seemed to hear the sound of her left atrium slowly breaking apart...

He must be in pain...

Li Yuanrou knelt on her knees and picked him up again, letting him lean on her. She raised her hands in astonishment, and her palms were stained with bright red and wet. She suppressed her panic and her tears fell in large drops, like pearls from a broken string pouring out of her red eyes and all falling on the back of Xiao Luobai's hand.

The back of Xiao Luobai's hand trembled slightly, as if it was burned by something.

He was most afraid that she would be sad...

A warm breath sprayed on Li Yuanrou's face, and the voice was stern and angry: "What are you doing back here!"

He seldom got angry with Li Yuanrou, and usually he was reluctant to say a harsh word to her. But at this moment, his face was gloomy, his brows were furrowed, and he looked very dissatisfied, and his eyes were a little scary.

Li Yuanrou looked at Xiao Luobai, who was covered in blood and wounds and looked like he was about to break apart. She was dazed and speechless for a moment, her eyes unable to focus, and tears fell uncontrollably.

She was so heartbroken, as if she were dead, and even the pain in her heart stopped for a moment.

An angry voice came, and the pain in her heart returned: "Who asked you to come back!"

As the voice vibrated in his chest, a trace of blood was drawn at the corner of his mouth. Xiao Luobai raised his hand and wiped it casually. A bright red line extended from the corner of his mouth, making him look somewhat seductively beautiful.

The person behind him attacked again. Xiao Luobai pushed Li Yuanrou away. His strength was almost exhausted, and he stabbed the person with his sword in a lose-lose situation.

This is the last person. As long as this person dies, Rouer will be fine.

No one can hurt Xiao Rouer, whom he protected with his life!

The man fell to the ground after being stabbed by the sword. Xiao Luobai was also stabbed in the waist and fell to the ground exhausted. Large amounts of blood stained his white clothes red, like a white and red flower blooming on the vibrant earth.

Li Yuanrou was pushed hard and fell to the ground. She looked at the seriously injured Xiao Luobai, and a piercing pain in her heart swept through her whole body, as if to tear her internal organs apart.

She burst into tears, crawled over and picked him up, leaning his upper body against herself, tears falling down her face. At this moment, Xiao Luobai was like a rag doll, torn into pieces.

Li Yuanrou frowned and lowered her eyes. He was like a withered flower, about to wither in her arms...

Xiao Luobai's brows relaxed. The men in black were all dead, and his Rou'er was safe.

The corners of his lips curved slightly, and he stuffed the blood-stained purse back into his arms, and a weak voice escaped from between his teeth: "Fu Fu...is not lost."

Li Yuanrou's eyes were drowned in tears. The torrent of sadness was like a wildfire that could not be stopped. She said in a muffled voice: "You came back just for this..."

The choked sobs were like the sound of a broken zither, full of grief and sorrow. She raised her tearful eyes and angrily scolded, "Xiao Luobai, are you sick?"

Xiao Luobai smiled tiredly, his voice was weak and feeble, but his eyes and eyebrows were tinged with tenderness. He said softly: "Indeed, I am sick... lovesickness..."

She stretched out her hand to cover Xiao Luobai's bleeding wound, but the blood kept flowing like a broken dam. Li Yuanrou was frightened and couldn't help crying out loud. Her shoulders trembled slightly. She begged humbly: "Don't die... please..."

Xiao Luobai smiled miserably. The wound on his face had scabbed over slightly. There were traces of blood under the scabs, which were abruptly imprinted on his heroic face, outlining a hint of evil beauty. He smiled calmly and spoke in a gentle voice: "Are you tired of begging me every day..."

He was still teasing her at this time. If it were any other time, Li Yuanrou would definitely scold him and hit him a few times, but now she was crying sadly, and her cry was even louder. She wailed at the top of her voice: "I beg you, please..."

He frowned, his eyes turned red, his thin lips trembled slightly, and he slowly said a few words: "Okay... I'll do whatever you say..."

Li Yuanrou was still crying, and her crying made him feel uncomfortable. He slowly spoke again, his tone full of tenderness and pity: "Don't cry..."

He was coaxing her again...

Li Yuanrou's tears poured down like a rainstorm, but she heard a weak voice full of doting, with a faint smile: "Little crybaby..."

Li Yuanrou wiped away her tears fiercely and wanted to scold him not to waste his energy by talking anymore. But when she looked up, she saw that the man in black who had fallen to the ground was not dead yet. He slowly raised his hand and held the sword with trembling hands.

Li Yuanrou's eyes were red, and she clenched her fists. Her knuckles turned pale from using too much force. The hatred in her eyes was like a gust of wind: It was you who wanted to kill Xiao Luobai, it was you who hurt him, it was you who hurt my husband, you wanted to kill him...

She clenched her teeth, her eyes were as sharp as a blade, and a hint of cruelty and bloodthirstiness flashed across them for an instant.

She drew out the golden dagger and walked steadily to the still-dead man in black. Without blinking, she stabbed the man's chest with cold determination and endless hatred.

Kill with one blow.

Tears rolled silently in her dim eyes, and she was filled with endless hatred as if she was tireless. She stabbed into the man's heart again and again like a dagger to vent her hatred, bringing out bursts of blood that sprayed on her porcelain-white face, like bright rose petals blooming on her icy cheeks.

A weak arm was placed on her wrist holding the knife. She paused, the anger in her eyes gradually extinguished, and she looked over with tears in her eyes, which gradually became red. Large patches of blood entered her eyes, making it difficult for her to see clearly. A sharp pain came from her heart, as if a sharp blade pierced her chest, making it difficult for her to breathe.

She came back to her senses suddenly, her hands trembled involuntarily, her heart was beating like a drum, her face was pale, and she felt suffocated. The light in her eyes flickered. She wanted to call out Xiao Luobai's name and ask him if it hurt, just like he had asked her with pity countless times.

She choked up with tears and said, "Husband..."

Her throat felt extremely blocked...

Before he could ask, his brain buzzed and the light in his eyes dimmed.

She heard a sound of an exhausted but still weak exhalation.

"Rou'er!"

She thought that if she called her, her wound would hurt a lot...

This fool.