He hadn't come home for several days, and when she treated her so indifferently, Li Yanhui was afraid and regretful. She already knew that the "outer room" was a misunderstanding. It turned out that she was married, and she was really a hard-to-find person in the world. She put down her body and asked him for forgiveness. But Zhou Shizi didn't see her, and when he saw her, he didn't speak to her, and he was very cold.

Li Yanhui was very collapsed, ran to Zhao's house, and scolded Zhao Yuan's resignation: "Why did you go to him? Didn't I tell you that I don't want you to go? Why didn't you listen to me?"

Zhao Yuanci looked at her resentful eyes and was stunned. Immediately, he burst into laughter: "Okay, okay, okay! I have a lot of troubles! It's all my fault! It's my fault!"

Holding the spirit card, he cried so hard.

"I was wrong! But why did you die, not me?"

He was remorseful, and tasted the pain in his heart.

He thought he was brotherly affection towards Li Yan, but they didn't appreciate it or didn't need it at all. He became a good brother in vain, and ended up killing the most innocent wife!

Zhao Yuanci began to dream, just like the story she once told him, the beloved was dying in her arms, her lips opened and closed, and she had something to say to him.

In the dream, Zhao Yuanci was very frightened and dared not listen to what she said. But her voice was so clear that he could hear every word in his ears. She said, "I like you too."

His heart ached as if he had been stabbed with a knife, and then the hilt of the knife spun, smashing his heart into pieces!

He woke up in pain, and in the middle of the night, all around was quiet and silent. He thought of the story his wife told him, and suddenly felt a strange feeling, and the hairs on his back stood up.

How could he have thought at the time that this was a warning from fate?

After a long time, the strange feeling of sternness disappeared. He remembered how his wife looked when she was telling stories. She was stuffy and not very high, her eyebrows were drooping, her mouth was slightly pouted, so cute and cute.

Next, Zhao Yuanci began to dream again. In the dream, he heard his wife's voice again and again, and every time she said something different.

"I haven't had a baby with you yet."

"The person in the painting is nobody."

"I shouldn't have run away."

After waking up, he cried bitterly. Another night, he woke up from his dream and went to find his wife's belongings.

Her dowry and other things have been sent back to Zhu's house, and the rest of the relics have been put away by him. Most of them will rub and watch all day long, only that painting was put away by him and never opened.

He opened the painting and finally saw the whole picture of the person in the painting. Unfamiliar is unfamiliar, Zhao Yuanci is sure that he has never seen this person.

Does this person really exist? can't think about it, can't think about it deeply, it hurts when think about it, and regrets when think about it!

He started dreaming again, no longer the way she was when she died, but the way she was sitting on the kang telling stories. She lowered her eyebrows and said glumly, "...there is a senior sister who secretly loves her, but the senior sister treats him as if she is ruthless."

He had this dream over and over again, and he didn't understand why. Until one day, an inspiration flashed in his mind and he finally understood!

She said, "Senior sister treated him as if she was ruthless."

No affection is no affection! It seems that there is no affection, doesn't it mean that there is actually affection? !

The heartache became more and more unbearable, and when he looked at his side, it was empty. He suddenly thought of the night she just got married, she was angry with him, turned her back, and left him a round head. Then, he remembered the blood-stained back of her head that faced him before she died.

"Ah—" He was mad in pain, sitting up, clutching his hair in both hands, and screaming like a wounded beast.

After that night, he never dreamed again. The spirit of the whole person has gradually improved, and he can eat, drink, and sleep.

However, he resigned from the office, and despite the obstacles of Shangfeng, colleagues, friends, and family, he sold his house and servants, and left the capital with only a simple burden containing a spiritual card.

He traveled around with his wife's spiritual seat. Whenever there is a beautiful scenery, I write a poem and write down the names of myself and my wife.

She liked to be at ease during her lifetime, and every time she took her out, she was very happy. Now that she's gone, she left at a young age, and many beautiful scenery can't be seen. Then he took her to see it and walked all over the great rivers and mountains, then he went down to accompany her and apologized to her.

This is the ending of Zhao Yuanci.

"Hey woo woo..." Hui Hui softened his heart again, a little regretful that he didn't stop Shao Yin from going through the plot, look at the male lead, it's really miserable!

But she didn't like him, and it was useless to say anything.

It quickly browsed back and saw the lives of the heroine and the hero. Li Yanhui was pregnant, so the male protagonist ignored her and returned to the mansion. However, there was a rift in the relationship between the two.

That's why this assignment was "Passed", not "Good".

"Alas!" It sighed, and its eyes were fixed at the end. It was after the heroine had become a grandmother, and suddenly received the news of Zhao Yuanci's death. His life ended in a place by the mountains and rivers, with his back A large bluestone, with a serene face and a faint smile.

"Start a new mission?" Hui Hui said, throwing out a ball of light.

Shaoyin grabbed it casually, held a ball of light, and said, "That's it."

A random one, it might be fun.

"Okay." Hui Hui said, opening the small world corresponding to the light spot, locating the cannon fodder, and sending her in.

Chapter 267 The Fiancée Who Was Killed 1 It's up to me to refuse violent death. ...

The script that Shaoyin picked up easily was actually quite good.

She stood in a room decorated in an antique style, but it was a bit beautiful and dreamy, bowing her head and taking a look at her clothes. It is an unknown cloth, which is clear and light blue, as thin as a cicada's wing, hazy and opaque, and a little bit of golden sand flows in it, and you can feel the warm temperature coming from it.

The world consciousness was automatically completed in her mind, and she gradually found the information of this gauze, which was a golden shark woven by a small tribe, only a few feet a year, and it was donated to the palace. One was rewarded by the emperor to the most beloved concubine, and the other went to her, because her father was a high-ranking prime minister, and she was the only daughter of the prime minister's children.