After My Death, The Villain Blackened Again

Yan Ge has been serving in front of the bed for half a month.

The emperor was going to die, every time he thought he was going to die, but in the end he became angry again in a blink of an eye.

What else can this guy not let go of? How happy it is to be dead, how uncomfortable it is now that he has more breath and less breath.

Of course, these words can't be said in words and songs, she is now a virtuous and affectionate queen, she talks less and does more, waiting for this guy to hang up before having fun.

Emperor Song couldn't bear it any longer, and after waking up from his lethargy again, he finally realized the reality that he was about to die.

He had someone prepare a jug of wine, and planned to have another cup of wine with the queen.

He was half lying on the bed, looking at the still beautiful queen.

The woman pouring wine with her head down slightly, her black hair was loose, revealing half of her white neck, her ten fingers were slender, and her arms between her wrists were as thin as white jade.

It's such an inconspicuous movement, but one can also see a natural coquettishness from her.

All his life, he really liked her skin.

She poured the wine, but didn't pick it up, but raised her head and looked at him.

She called him softly, Your Majesty...

But he interrupted her: Call me Zi'an.

She was kind and called him, Zi'an.

But he didn't go any further.

She just looked at him with black and white eyes, as if she wanted to look into his heart.

In those eyes, there was no resentment, only helplessness and grievance.

He was afraid that she would guess, so he specially found something for her, let her go out for a long time, and the people who arranged the funeral were all his secret guards.

He thought that what he did was done without anyone noticing.

But seeing the expression on her face, he felt that she must have guessed it.

Yes, she is so smart, how could she not guess.

When he met her gaze, he suddenly felt guilty.

But, it's only one point.

Junjun. He called, Drink this glass of wine with me.

She moved her lips, but didn't speak anymore, but lowered her head, handed a glass of wine to his hand, and then took another glass into her own hand.

She didn't raise her glass, but still looked at him stupidly, the grievance in her eyes gradually turned into confusion.

She asked him softly, like a mosquito screeching, Zian, why?

Why?

What he was most afraid of was her asking why.

Of course he couldn't say that he didn't want to be cuckolded, and he didn't want him to die like this, but she could continue to live a chic life.

He looked at her with affection: I want to live in the same quilt and die in the same hole as Jun Jun. I don't want to be born in the same year, but I want to die in the same day.

He knew that the possibility of such words moving her was very small.

So after coughing a few times, he held her hand tightly and said beggingly: Junjun, when I was alive, I can give you whatever you want, but now that I am going to die, I have the power in this world. You can give up, but I can't give up on you.

It's too cold and too dark in the coffin. I want to hug you. Even if you die, I don't have any regrets.

Yan Ge lowered his head and kissed his forehead, as if touched, murmured: Zian, it's my luck to be liked by you.

Is she relieved? He felt joy in his heart, and corrected her with a smile: It's not just three lives, it's life after life.

She stretched out her hand, intertwined with his arm, and put the wine glass to her lips. She still stared at him, and the two looked at each other affectionately.

He raised his head and drank the wine in the glass.

She turned the glass upside down and smiled at him.