The group's favorite, the blind princess is both a doctor and a poisoner

Three days have passed and Su Yuejian has been in a coma.

In the side room, the scent of agarwood was curling up. Xiao Heng was sitting in front of the bed, guarding Su Yuejian.

Su Yuejian's eyebrows trembled and tears rolled down.

Xiao Heng raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears on her face. He felt that these extremely cold tears seemed to have turned into lava, burning his whole body and making him almost unable to breathe.

Looking at the shocking wounds on her wrists and arms, he didn't dare to imagine how Su Yuejian had survived these days.

He thought that she put on makeup every day to please herself, but he never thought that it was to cover up her pale complexion.

He thought that she had been sleeping too much recently because she was too busy taking care of the affairs of the mansion.

He thought she was staggering because she was anxious...

He leaned over and hugged her tightly, lowering his eyes to hide the heartache and forbearance in his eyes.

"Zhao Zhao..."

Cold, so cold..

Cold mist surrounded her. Su Yuejian slowly opened her eyes and looked at the unfamiliar and bright bedroom, and was stunned.

A cold and familiar man's voice came from outside, "I have made up my mind. No need to say anything more."

Su Yuejian blinked in confusion. Xiao Heng? I?

Just as he was about to get up to check, his body had already turned into smoke and slowly floated away.

Su Yue was shocked. What is this...!?!?

Looking at the unrecognizable woman in red in the cold jade ice coffin, Su Yue's eyes were red.

Is this a dream? Another dream from a past life...

Only this time she saw clearly what happened after her death.

Xiao Heng was dressed in a dark golden dragon robe, looking dignified and noble. When he looked at the woman in the coffin, his cold eyes instantly turned into tenderness.

He caressed Su Yuejian's hideous face lovingly, but there was only endless affection in his eyes.

"Zhao Zhao, look, the people who hurt you are all dead."

Su Yuejian looked at the three corpses lying on the ground with tragic deaths, and her brows twitched slightly.

The deaths of the three people were exactly the same as hers.

The bodies had no heads, so she could only vaguely determine from their clothes that the three people were He Qianzhi, Su Xuewei, and Xiao Chengchang.

"Zhao Zhao, the coronation ceremony will be held the day after tomorrow."

Xiao Heng gently combed her black hair, his voice soft and tender.

"From now on, I will be your legitimate husband."

Su Yuejian looked at Xiao Heng's gentle eyes and eyebrows, and felt her heart ached. What kind of heartache and love could make him still love her so much after her death?

Su Yuejian's eyes were filled with tears as she watched Xiao Heng carefully take care of her body, day by day, month by month, spring by spring, and autumn by autumn.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please think twice!"

"If you use this sacrificial technique, not only will your true dragon luck be exhausted, but even if you are truly reborn, you won't be able to live as long as an ordinary person!"

Xiao Heng looked at the woman in red in the coffin with a determined look and smiled faintly.

"It doesn't matter."

"Three years is enough for me."

Su Yuejian, who had transformed into a spirit, looked at Xiao Heng's crazy behavior, and a heart-wrenching suffocating pain swept over her.

The dagger pierced straight into the chest, and Xiao Heng cut out his heart as a sacrifice.

"No!——Ache——"

"don't want----!!"

She screamed at Xiao Heng like a madman, but the blood that kept gushing out gradually dyed the red clothes of the two people in the coffin red.

A red light suddenly appeared, and she saw Xiao Heng looking at her with a smile in his eyes, his thin lips trembling slightly.

"Zhao Zhao, my name is Xiao Heng, and my courtesy name is Ziche."

The world in Su Yuejian's eyes gradually collapsed, and Xiao Heng and her body in the crystal coffin were gradually dissipating...

But the sound in my ears became clearer and clearer.

"Zhao Zhao, my name is Xiao Heng."

Thinking of Bai Yi's words, Xiao Heng's eyes were filled with ups and downs, and his voice became a little hoarse.

"It's okay if you don't remember, Zhao Zhao. You already know, my name is Xiao Heng."

Xiao Heng gently kissed her hot forehead and lowered his eyes to hide the heartache and forbearance in his eyes.

He was fourteen years old that year.

The palace held a banquet on New Year's Eve. The banquet was lively with singing and dancing, and the sound of prayers continued.

He crawled out of the dark dungeon, blood dripping from his fingertips, his bottomless black eyes were like a pool of stagnant water.

He didn't know how long he walked, but when he came to his senses, he found himself standing on the city wall, overlooking the prosperous Kyoto City, but his heart was filled with sadness.

In the past ten years, he has lost count of how much innocent blood has been shed on his hands.

What is the meaning of the life of such an executioner?

He lowered his head and saw the sword in his hand, wanting to end his dirty life right there.

"boom!--"

The sky was filled with fireworks, making the night sky as bright as day.

Looking at the lights of thousands of homes below his feet, this was the only time he had an impulse. Only this time, he wanted to go out and take a look at the outside world and see the bustling streets before he died.

He took advantage of the chaos to leave the palace, but was assassinated by a killer.

After being injured, he got separated from the secret guards on the way to escape and stumbled into a deep mountain.

Heavy snow blocked the road, covering up his tracks.

He fell in the snow, snowflakes fluttered down from the sky, and drops of cold snow hit his face.

The wind is howling, it's really cold.

He let out a long sigh. This despicable and dark life could finally be freed...

But he did not feel as relieved as he had imagined. When he closed his eyes in despair, he saw her.

The little girl was dressed in red and stood in the dark night like an elf in the snow, extremely dazzling.

She saved him.

The little girl was only about six or seven years old. She dragged him into the cave by herself and was sweating profusely from exhaustion.

Seeing that he was covered in blood, he was not afraid at all. He took out silver needles and gave him acupuncture with very skillful techniques.

He looked at her steadily.

"You saved me."

The little girl's smiling face is like the bright moon.

"It is the duty of a doctor to stand by and watch someone die."

"My name is Yuejian. Pretty brother, what about you?"

"Yue Jian? What a strange name."

The little girl rolled her eyes at him, stood up with her hands on her hips, her fair little face puffed up with anger.

"Grandpa once said that the moon is a treasure bestowed upon mankind by the grass and flowers!"

The little girl's big round eyes looked like crystal amber gems, brighter than the stars in the sky, and she stared at him straight.

"Forget it, since you're so pretty, I won't bother with you!"

The little girl asked curiously,

"Handsome brother, how old are you? Are you married?"

"Do you know that the grace of saving a life must be repaid with one's body?"

He looked at the little guy in front of him and suddenly chuckled.

The little girl was very unconvinced.

"What are you laughing at?! That's what the book says!"

The little girl's bright eyes were full of smiles.

"Don't you like the name Yuejian? Well... since you will be my husband from now on, you can call me by my nickname, Zhao Zhao."

"What about you, my husband? What's your name?"

He looked at the delicate little girl in front of him and murmured in his heart, Zhao Zhao...

"I……"

Before he could tell the girl his name, he fell into a coma.

In the midst of pain and confusion, he vaguely heard the girl humming a lullaby.

As the clear and soft singing voice fell into his ears, he felt the changes in his body, and the raging pain was slowly being soothed.

The moonflower only blooms at night and withers in the early morning.

Just like that day, the little girl in red on the snowy night disappeared after sunrise.