"I used everything I had to exchange for him to hide in the mountains and forests." Xuan Ningzhi looked at the five people on the high platform in the distance and said this sentence word by word. Then, without waiting for their response, she turned her head and looked at the execution platform not far away. He was still white as snow, still unparalleled in splendor. The black hair was messily wrapped around his face, but it did not undermine his dignity at all. "Remember. Leave here and never come back." She whispered, and smiled at him, charming and natural, with requests, anxiety, relief, relief, and a deep sense of reluctance.
Rong Ye pursed his lips and looked at her silently. There was determination, rejection, and pleading in his eyes. He doesn't want much in his life, he just wants to grow old with the one he loves. Just because he is the crown prince of Prince Rong, and just because of his talent, he cannot be tolerated in the world. That was her beloved woman, but now he could only watch her begging to those people. How could he not understand her determination?
The execution ground was silent, and the lovers looked at each other from a distance. The deep affection and reluctance made everyone outside the venue burst into tears.
She suddenly turned back, her sharp eyes piercing the five people on the stage. The five people who looked at them trembled in their hearts and subconsciously avoided her sight. For just a moment, there was an exclamation from the audience.
A short sword was stabbed into his belly by Xuan Ningzhi, and blood spattered.
"Ning'er——" The five people stood up suddenly, their eyes widening. They couldn't believe it.
The blood-stained snow clothes are like red plum blossoms in full bloom, tragic and gorgeous. The delicate body fell into the dust, like a pear withered by snow.