Chu Jing held Li Chun's knife in his right hand, and blood dripped on the two people's red robes. Li Chun's eyes were still as before, without any hesitation. Chu Jing smiled, let go of his hand, and took a step forward. The knife pierced his body. He hugged Li Chun, slowly raised his right hand and touched her head, and said: "Ayan looks good in red."
The royal city was in chaos. Chen Si raised the wine brought by his men, turned to look at his staff, and smiled slightly: "Everyone, share the glory with me."
After the staff retreated, Li Chun found Chen Si in red clothes. He was a little tipsy, and his expression was a little more relaxed than usual. When he saw Li Chun, Chen Si faced Li Chun like a dog, and Li Chun stepped forward steadily. Chen Si touched her teasingly, then spread his hands and looked back at the throne made by his staff. He took a few steps forward and touched the throne. He laughed louder than usual and said, "The throne is mine." Before Chen Si could wait for Li Chun to reply, he heard Li Chun walking forward quickly. He turned around and backed away, and saw Li Chun heading towards him with a knife.
Among the green mangosteens, the breeze blew through the bamboo leaves. A woman in red stepped on the dead leaves and sat among the rocks in the stream, watching the flowers fall and listening to the sounds of fish and insects.
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