Chapter 313 (1/2)

Zhou Leping licked the blood from the corners of his lips and even laughed, ”it's not me who's good at fighting. It's you, Zhao Shiqian. You'd better live a long life. Otherwise, it's too early to die, and we'll be embarrassed.”

Not reconciled, or not reconciled, Zhao Shiqian ruthlessly pinched her injured shoulder, see her expression gradually twisted ferocious, feel very happy in the heart, ”borrow your good words, I will live for a long time, you will only meet Zhu GuanLiang on the way to huangquan.”

The wound, which was not scabby, was torn open again. Zhou Leping covered the wound and held back her tears. Her eyes were white and black for a while, and blood flowed from her fingers. She took a deep breath and patted Zhao Shiqian's dragon face with her bloody hand. ”Long live the emperor, long live the emperor!”

Zhao Shiqian took out his handkerchief and wiped his cheek. He didn't ask anyone to bandage her wound. He answered her long live with a grim smile and left in anger.

The Emperor didn't speak, and no one dared to call a doctor for her, and no one dared to give her medicine, so the wound was bleeding all the time. Finally, Zhou Leping tore off a piece of the corner of his clothes, wrapped it around his shoulder, and roughly bandaged it.

Tianxing Pavilion is heavily guarded, and the two people can't get in. It's not impossible for them to come in. Just pretend to be daotong, but I'm afraid the way of pretending to be daotong won't work just because of their physique.

The winter in the capital is dry and cold, and the altar of Tianxing Pavilion is located in the center of the palace. At night, she hugs herself. Her body is cold and hot for a while, but her mind is very clear. She remembers the hands she holds in the afternoon, the shoulder she leans against, and the porridge she hasn't finished. It's a pity, but it's more of an accident.

Her thoughts flew wildly. She suddenly thought of Zhou Le'an. At first, she was afraid that she would be involved. Later, she thought that she would send soup to her. She visited her twice, once to send soup, and once to ask if she had any soup. At that time, she didn't think there was any problem, but now, it seems that something is wrong.

There was an idea in her mind, but she soon decided. She didn't dare to think about it any more. She shook her head. She wanted to cry.

Zhou Leping is about to be sacrificed to the sword. It's said that she has to bathe and fast for three days. Every day, she has to take pills to wash her heart. On the first day, a pill of pills from Chuhe was given to her. She became drowsy and lay on the altar to sleep until evening.

Zhou Leqi knelt outside Zhengqian hall for a day, but the Emperor didn't see him. Zhou Le'an came to persuade him to leave. He didn't listen and asked if Zhou Le'an could plead for mercy in front of Zhao Shiqian. Zhou Leping was very helpless. ”Brother, it's not that I don't help my elder sister. It's really that my elder sister has gone too far this time. She... She wants to kill the national teacher. Besides, it's a matter that the emperor has long decided to sacrifice her sword to her elder sister, Even if I go to beg, the emperor will not listen to me. ”

Zhou Leqi looked up at her strangely. The younger sister was always clever and understanding, but at the moment, he couldn't see any sadness and reluctance on her face. Instead, he was determined and resolute.

”She's your sister. We're relatives with the same blood. You... How can you know that the emperor won't be soft hearted if you don't try? How can you not save yourself when you die?”