Marry

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On the city gate, Wen Ning was gasping for breath, and everything in front of his eyes went dark.

Bigler had already died, but his unwilling eyes were still wide open, staring at Wen Ning's direction.

Wen Ning's body softened and she fell to the side. She dazedly tried to take out the pill hidden in her wrist.

It was too chaotic... too chaotic to take medicine in time. She was too tired and had used up all her strength.

She was about to put the pill into her mouth, but she felt a sharp pain in her stomach. She suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood and the pill in her hand fell to the ground.

Wen Ning's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she wanted to pick it up, but she saw a pair of feet coming in front of her.

Those? They are not the boots of the Northern Ming people, but the boots of the Tatars.

Wen Ning slowly raised her eyes and saw Sui Nan's sinister eyes.

"What a good princess consort." Sui Nan stepped directly on the pill, "You have fooled this prince around."

Wen Ning chuckled and looked at him provocatively, "Are you going to use me to threaten Xiao Yunci too?"

"No." Sui Nan took a step forward, a cold smile permeating his face, "The soldiers have been poisoned by you, I can't escape, Wen Ning, you are really good, if we meet in the eighteen levels of hell, I will still grab you to my side."

Wen Ning curled the corners of his mouth slightly, thinking to himself, "I don't want to go to the eighteenth level of hell."

But now, she no longer has the strength to deal with him.

She leaned against the bricks of the city wall. She could no longer see the scene in front of her, and could only see two hazy figures.

Two figures.

She moved her fingers slightly.

Sui Nan was suddenly frightened, and his voice suddenly changed, "When did you--"

The visitor didn't even intend to give Sui Nan a chance to speak. Wen Ning only heard Sui Nan's scream, and then the sound of something falling to the ground, exactly the same as the sound when Bigler fell to the ground.

Wen Ning opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, a figure floated down to her side and forced a pill into her mouth.

A faint scent of sandalwood mixed with the smell of blood, this is his scent.

"Be good and swallow it." His voice seemed to tremble.

Wen Ning tried hard to swallow, but she had no strength left...Killing Bigler had consumed all her life force.

She looked at Xiao Yunci weakly, trying to see his face clearly.

But she did not see the bitter snow and wind of that year.

Xiao Yunci was still a teenager at that time. The boy had cold and indifferent eyes, but when he looked at her, there always seemed to be a faint glow in his eyes.

He was so cruel and killed people without blinking an eye, but he always protected her in times of danger.

Wen Ning stretched out her hand and wanted to hug him, but Xiao Yunci directly held her in his arms.

His armor was cold and hard, but Wen Ning still felt warm and comfortable.

She could finally rest assured and no longer have to close her eyes in fear.

"I...I did it..."

"Yes, Ningning, you did it." Xiao Yunci's voice trembled.

"I want to... go home... and be with Daddy, and you..."