After rebirth, the crazy beauty was favored by the gloomy prince

Wen Mingchu's face was full of sorrow, and his brows had not been relaxed these days, but his heart suddenly felt a pain at this moment. This pain seemed to be a warning from the god of death. It seems to be broken.

"I want to go now, can I? Your Highness." Wen Mingchu's eyes were full of begging, he couldn't wait any longer.

"General Fu, send Young Master Wen to the frontier and protect his safety. You can rest assured that Xiaoyi has me here." Feng Yici knew that he couldn't stay, so he could only let him go.

Fu Min wanted to refuse, but when he saw Wen Mingchu's urgent eyes, he said nothing, and protected him to go to the frontier. Along the way, he drove faster than before, and Fu Min couldn't even keep up with his horses.

Zhou Yiwen was just able to get out of bed and walk, and still needed someone to support him. He slumped on the bench, and ordered the soldiers to deal with the frontier affairs and clean up the mess left by Xu Shinian. It is a blessing for Jing to have him.

"Prime Minister Zhou, Miss Yan can't hold on any longer, her breath is getting weaker and weaker, I'm afraid she won't be able to survive tonight." The military doctor knelt on the ground in fear and said, buried his head down, and wiped his cold sweat.

The scroll in Zhou Yiwen's hand slipped, and he waved his hand to let the soldiers on the side help him up, then hurriedly went to the tent, walked to the bed, feeling guilt welling up in his heart, he couldn't say a single word he wanted to say at the moment.

After Xu Shinian heard the news, he came in from the outside with a chill, his expression flustered, he didn't know that the situation would be so serious, his pace slowed down a lot when he was approaching the bed, he regretted not protecting Yan Qinghong well.

"Miss Yan, hold on, Mr. Wen is already on his way back." Zhou Yiwen said beside the bed, if he could make her hold on for a while, he would be able to save his life from the hands of death.

Xu Shinian remained silent, and the two of them kept guarding like this. Zhou Yiwen kept talking in Yan Qinghong's ear, trying to make her hold on a little longer. I am afraid that his fate is coming to an end.

"Miss Yan, I'm dead..." The military doctor snorted and said, then knelt on the ground, Zhou Yiwen staggered and almost fell, but fortunately he supported the table, and knocked all the tea sets on the table to the ground, breaking them all over the place.

Seeing Wen Mingchu's sadness, the woman shook her head and chuckled. The barracks was also surprisingly quiet at this moment. Wen Mingchu approached the tent, and after a while, the woman opened her mouth and said:

"Inside." Zhou Yiwen replied deeply, Wen Mingchu didn't have time to think about it, and walked directly inside, Zhou Yiwen reached out to stop him, and continued:
"Mr. Wen..." You are late.

"Prime Minister Zhou... help me pull out the arrow, I can't hold it any longer." Yan Qinghong said while moving her pale lips. The long end of the arrow was broken, but the arrowhead was still inside. She persisted for a long time, and the wound also It hurts for a long time.

"I haven't asked her which dress she likes yet...Prime Minister Zhou."

The woman sighed softly when she saw Yan Qinghong on the bed, she was the maid in charge of dressing the girls in the brothel, she also saw many girls who were tortured and went crazy, and girls who died in a miserable state, so she didn't have any fear .

At noon, the woman came out of the tent, and the sound of horseshoes sounded from outside. Zhou Yiwen looked back and saw that it was Wen Mingchu. He pulled the horse rope high, and the horse stopped with its head raised. There was a sound of a horse barking intermittently, and he dismounted quickly. , strode forward and asked:
"Miss Yan? Where is Miss Yan?! I want to see her!"

When it was almost noon, the soldiers brought a woman, Xu Shinian specially asked the soldiers to bring them back. He also hoped that Yan Qinghong would live well, but he was also afraid of her...

"It's really a beauty from ancient times." After the woman finished speaking, she asked all the people inside to go out and began to change Yan Qinghong's clothes. Only when she saw the arrow that hadn't been pulled out from her chest did she know why she died.

She couldn't hold on anymore.

Xu Shinian heard the news of his death outside, holding the clothes in his hand, he was stunned for a moment, let out a breath, and walked in slowly, everyone in the room except Zhou Yiwen knelt on the ground.

"Don't talk nonsense, you are always very beautiful, Mr. Wen has not come back yet, can you wait for him a little longer?"

"Prime Minister Zhou, return the hairpin to Mr. Wen, and ask you to bring me a sentence. In fate, there is no destiny with him. It is a gift from God to meet in this life. The good relationship can only wait until the next life. Continue to wait for him until the moment of consummation."

"That's all. After I die, can someone change me into beautiful clothes and put on exquisite makeup, so that I can welcome Mr. Wen beautifully, who has not yet arrived?"

"I can't do it... Miss Yan, if you hold on, it will be dawn soon." Zhou Yiwen dared not, as soon as she took out the arrow, she would definitely die. If the news was sent to Fengtian at dawn, Wen Mingchu would rush Come back, maybe there is still hope.

"I can't wait, I can't wait anymore. Doctors can't heal themselves. I have saved countless lives and saved the happiness of many others, but I can't see it myself."

Wen Mingchu sensed his intention to stop him, his breathing seemed to be blocked, it was uncomfortably tight, his eyes were suffocated, and he was panting tremblingly, he pushed away the arm in front of him, feeling sad and heartbroken with every step , what he was walking on was no longer a road, but a peerless road separated from Yan Qinghong by yin and yang.

Yan Qinghong took off the hairpin and held it tightly in the palm of her hand. When Zhou Yiwen was about to pick it up, her arm was unable to support her, and she fell limply. The hand that went to pick up the hairpin also missed her, and the wooden hairpin also slipped from her hand, making a dull sound sound.

Yan Qinghong shook her head slightly, she knew that her body wouldn't last until the sun rose, Xu Shinian went out silently without saying a word till now.

"I've seen the flirtatious man before, but it's the first time I've seen the affectionate young man. It's a pity that God always likes to play tricks on people, but it happens that those who love each other never get what they want for the rest of their lives."

"Lieutenant Xu, send people away, don't say words to spit salt on your wounds at this time." Zhou Yiwen ordered, although Xu Shinian was rebellious and only listened to Nan Yi's orders, but at this time, he should really listen to him of.

Fu Min watched Xu Shinian lead the woman past him, then got off the horse and walked outside the tent.

Wen Mingchu knelt in front of the bed, tears could not stop falling, he was exhausted, and now it was even more distressing, Yan Qinghong's hand was still warm, she lay quietly on the bed , bright red lips, fair face, and the hair on the temples is well tied, but there is no hairpin on her head that I gave her.

"In the future, you will be my wife. The war is over, and the wish under the fireworks has not come true in the end. I am late...Lady, I am late..." Wen Mingchu choked up and cried, and the words he spit out were also vague I don't know, since everything is over, why do you want to keep your own wife in your memory?