Warning : Providence the Beauty is Driven to Villainy

"Imperial doctor, pass the imperial doctor!"

Chu Yanhuan yelled in disintegration, his pale face lightened a little bit, and he couldn't help feeling cold.

Almost biting.

The guards outside quickly broke in and arrested the assassin on the ground.

...

Shen Qingjue's body swayed, and soon fell down, the blood overflowing from his heart slowly meandering down.

The dazzling red is dazzling.

Chu Yanhuan quickly held Shen Qingjue with his eyes and hands, supporting his head with his hands, so that he would not fall to the ground.

"Shen Qingjue, you are not allowed to die, you are not allowed to die without my permission!"

Prime Minister Xueyi smiled and coughed slightly, Ying Hong's lips faded a little, and he touched Chu Yanhuan's head with some amusement.

Some grievances complained, "Yanhuan is really domineering..."

Chu Yanhuan's tears couldn't hold back anymore, and she couldn't help falling down, "I'm just overbearing, what's the matter, Shen Qingjue, it's not the first day you know!"

With that, she yelled at the maid in anger: "Where is the imperial doctor? Where did the imperial doctor die?"

The blood color on Shen Qingjue's face gradually faded, and as the blood lost, it was his life that passed away together.

The prime minister's beautiful face showed a slight smile, he raised his hand to pull at Chu Yanhuan's sleeves, and whispered: "No need."

He knew his body, it was useless.

Really.

The female emperor seemed to be instantly ignited with anger, and said in a gaffe: "No need, Shen Qingjue, do you know what you are talking about?"

Her eyes gradually turned red, and she sobbed: "What are you talking about, Shen Qingjue, do you know what you are talking about..."

Crying like a child.

Shen Qingjue's eyes were lost, but he still reluctantly raised his hand, as if trying to touch Chu Yanhuan's face, his pale and thin lips opened.

"Yan Huan, don't cry, I will feel bad..."

"Yan Huan, can you make me selfish once? I really don't want to live without you, I really don't want to..."

"That way I would be crazy."

With the cut just now, Shen Qingjue actually avoided it.

But he didn't have a ghost.

Chu Yanhuan closed his eyes and let the tears fall freely.

He knows, he really knows everything.

Knowing that her body is dying, are you ready to come and accompany her?

The prime minister Xue Yi slowly raised her fingertips, touched the cinnabar mole between Chu Yanhuan's eyebrows, and traced her eyebrows.

"Don't forget that I love you... okay?"

His voice was a little dumb, it sounded very soft and weak at this time.

The black and beautiful pupils have completely dilated, and the smile on the beautiful face gradually disappeared.

In the end, the fingertips were unable to hang down.

Yan Huan.

Die in your arms in such a tragic way, will you not forget me?

...

Shen Qingjue is dead.

Chu Yan sat there in a daze, and she didn't recover for a while, she was like a puppet doll with no emotions, she didn't cry or smile, and she didn't even move her eyes.

System 677 frantically called Chu Yanhuan in the void: [Host, Host, wake up, what's wrong with you? 】

Chu Yanhuan ignored it.

But when the system yelled like this, she came back to her senses.

The girl lowered her head sluggishly and looked at Prime Minister Xue Yi who closed her eyes. Her beautiful and stunning face was still flawless, as if she was asleep.

Chu Yanhuan slowly lowered his head.

She covered her light-colored lips, and dropped a very light kiss.

She thought aggrievedly.

Shen Qingjue.

You see, I kissed you.

Why don't you wake up...