Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 287 Fanwai: Sitting on thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, never losing the one you love

Cha Qiu didn't seem to hear the meaning of his words, blinked his eyes in a daze, and said softly with some confusion, "What do you mean?"

The first prince after the new emperor ascended the throne, cannot come out of her stomach, she will become everyone's target.

Liang Xiuyun should handle this matter rationally.

But his heart softened: "I'm just kidding you..." He carefully placed his face on Cha Qiu's abdomen, and gently hugged her, "Aqiu, give me a daughter, preferably like you."

He will protect them.

for sure!
Perhaps because of the child, Cha Qiu's attitude towards Liang Xiuyun is not as cold as before, and she has the brilliance of motherhood.

This child was the light that suddenly appeared in her hopeless years.

As the month got bigger and bigger day by day, Zha Qiu's body couldn't take it anymore, and the morning sickness was so bad that Liang Xiuyun's heart ached.

This matter cannot be concealed, and soon everyone in the palace knew about it.

It was a three-year hunt, and Liang Xiuyun had to leave the palace temporarily. Before leaving, he gave thousands of instructions to settle down with Chaqiu.

There must be a sparseness in a hundred secrets.

Their children are gone.

That day, Cha Qiu's personal maid brought her a bowl of safflower, saying it was an anti-fetal medicine, and when she drank it, she bled profusely that day, and the child died!

Liang Xiuyun didn't care about hunting and rushed back that night in a frenzy.

Still late.

She was unconscious, lying on the bed, as thin as a paper doll, with tears in the corners of her eyes, she was really fragile.

Liang Xiuyun actually began to doubt whether he should bring her into the palace or not.

"Your Majesty, it has been found out that it is the imperial concubine..." the dark guard reported in a low voice.

The veins in the fingers of the emperor's sleeves bulged, he closed his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice for a while: "Suppress the matter."

The sleeve was suddenly tugged lightly by someone, and the person on the bed woke up at some point, looking at him with dark eyes like colored glass that could be broken at any time, she said: "Our child is gone."

"There will be more." Liang Xiuyun gritted his teeth and comforted her in a low voice.

"No... our child is gone, she's gone!" Cha Qiu broke down in his arms and cried hysterically, as if he had cried out all the tears in his life, and wept into his heart!
Hot tears spread to her heart, and Liang Xiuyun comforted her over and over again in excruciating pain.

"What do you want to do with the imperial concubine?" Cha Qiu fell into his arms, tired from crying, and asked every word, staring at him.

Liang Xiuyun paused his movements, a little afraid to look her in the eyes, he heard himself talking to her in a low voice: "Ah Qiu, you can't move yet..."

"Crack!" sound.

With a slap on Liang Xiuyun's face, all the servants in the hall knelt down in fright, not daring to breathe.

Liang Xiuyun was beaten to the side of the face, and the corner of his mouth was bleeding, and he did not move for a long time.

The matter was suppressed quietly.

Behind the noble concubine is the huge Dingguo Palace, and the power in the court is intricate. Before he is fully sure, Liang Xiuyun can't act rashly.

He cast a net secretly, planning how to get rid of Ding Guogong completely, but he couldn't tell anyone about all this.

From the day the child died, Cha Qiu seemed to be walking dead, numb.

But Liang Xiuyun knew that she would cry to despair in the middle of the night, whispering someone's name in her sleep: "Zhou Heyu..."

That's when they first met.

In order to deceive her, Liang Xiuyun used his identity.

The tears in the corners of her eyes soaked the pillow, she frowned even when she was sleeping, her voice was filled with unspeakable grievances: "I miss you so much..."

Zhou and Yu.

Zhou and Yu.

Liang Xiuyun was beside her, hearing this name, a blunt knife stirred in his heart, dripping with blood.

Does she love Zhou Heyu, or Liang Xiuyun?
They can never go back to the past.

He hugged him in his arms and whispered, "Heyu is here, go to sleep."

"he died!"

There was no sound.

Liang Xiuyun met his sarcasm and defeated all his defenses.

Later, Cha Qiu tried to commit suicide many times, but was stopped, and Liang Xiuyun asked her what she wanted.

"Let me go." She knelt on the ground, grabbed the hem of the emperor's bright yellow clothes, and choked up, "Please, let me go..."

Liang Xiuyun leaned over, half kneeled on the ground, and kissed her in that position, tasting the saltiness of tears.

He said, "Okay."

Cha Qiu left.

He left the palace quietly.

The young emperor stood on the palace wall and watched her leave with his own eyes.

She was like a bird flying out of the cage, never looking back.

The figure faded away until it could no longer be seen.

Disappear in the snowy winter!
The glazed tiles of the imperial palace are covered with layers of white snow, and the vermilion walls look like they were built with blood.

The emperor stood on the city wall for a long time, covered in snow, feeling boundless and lonely.

He stood for a whole day before he staggered up his stiff steps and walked towards the imperial study.

Without warning, he fell to the ground in embarrassment!

A drop of tear melted into the snow.

Liang Xiuyun always felt that love was possession until Cha Qiu cried and begged him to let her go.

He found that he was more afraid of her death.

The fourth year of their separation.

Marquis Xu Bei married Princess Yining, which was envied by everyone in the world.

The arrogant and cold General Xie gave everything to his beloved.

But Liang Xiuyun is not Xie Xun, he sits on the highest platform, with thousands of miles of land and mountains, unable to give up everything, destined to be a lonely family.

Cha Qiu is not Meng Tangan either, she does not have the courage of the other party, nor does she have the determination not to be bound by the world.

But everyone has their own life.

unique.

Only this life.

A grand wedding is well known to the whole world.

The wedding banquet was very lively, and Zha Qiu sent her blessings with a smile. During the period, someone kept looking at her...

"Long time no see." Liang Xiuyun said, implying four years of lovesickness, cautiously.

That Ninth Five-Year Sovereign, who loves to be humble in front of her, but can only restrain himself.

Dingguo's mansion ransacked and beheaded a year ago, and the imperial concubine also died.

Liang Xiuyun has full wings and finally doesn't need to take care of others.

Still a step too late.

"I..." Liang Xiuyun said softly, before he was interrupted by Cha Qiu.

She smiled and said, neither humble nor overbearing, her brows were more free and easy than before: "I'm married."

Liang Xiuyun's eyes widened unexpectedly, and he looked at her. In that sentence, he fell into an endless abyss. His teeth were chattering from the cold, and he was so dull that he didn't know what to say!
The sun was a little dazzling, making people cry and blurring their vision.

"He is very good to me, we are very happy." Cha Qiu said, "I hope you are the same."

"If..." Liang Xiuyun opened his mouth, trying to say something, but there was no sound, suppressed to the extreme, bloody.

He wanted to ask the unfinished sentence.

If he is willing to let go of everything and accompany her to live the life she wants, is there still time?
That's too late!

After the wedding banquet, Cha Qiu said goodbye to Liang Xiuyun: "Don't see you again, I wish you a bright future."

The moment I turned around.

Cha Qiu let himself burst into tears.

People's hearts are really small, and they can only hold one person in a lifetime.

But they can't go back to the past.

A little servant girl as humble as duckweed is not worthy of the most honorable emperor in the world.

He wants to sit on a high platform, guard the country, and spend the rest of his life with educated and reasonable ladies.

...

When Liang Xiuyun was young, he was an unfavored prince, and his biological mother was a court lady with a humble status.

When he was beaten to the point of death, a pair of hands was pressed to his forehead.

The little girl's voice was childish, and she said, "Don't be afraid, mother said, be strong."

Behind her was the bright March sun.

later.

He found her.

Later, he lost her.

He is sitting on thousands of miles of land, and he will never lose the one he loves!
(End of this chapter)