Disgraced Consort

The long body of Yuli was Xuanyuanyu.

He still wore a series of black robe, and with the dim candlelight swaying, the little blue light in the black turned out to be different.

He walked to the couch like this, under a golden quilt. Except for a few black hairs splayed down, Xi Yan's entire body was curled up in the quilt.

The temperature in the hall is as warm as spring, but his heart, in fact, as early as that year, there has been no spring.

Sleeping with a dull face is undoubtedly bad.

His hand touched the quilt and pulled it down slightly, and her pale face appeared below.

This face is absolutely beautiful.

However, Prince Nalan King Tak, apparently did not want the daughter's reputation.

Hiding her so well, this is just another step.

However, Nalan Jingde didn't expect that there would be lapses in this plan.

No matter who is wise, there are unavoidable mistakes.

He is the same.

Thinking like this, his hand suddenly withdrew.

When he recovered, he saw that Xi Yanying's face was as white as jade. At this moment, some red rashes appeared faintly. These rashes were all over her face, which made the original beauty beautiful and finally dyed a little leisurely.

She frowned, moaned low, and buried her face in Jin Jin. His hand had to be stretched out again, and Jin was pulled down a bit, but didn't want to. Her fingertips touched her suddenly turning cheek. .

The greasy touch, and the air, a light fragrance other than Su Hexiang, quietly into his heart and spleen.

He didn't know what kind of incense it was. He just felt that this kind of incense had given him a temporary relief for the Jinzhen tribe's infringement of the tight nerves in the frontier.

However, for him, this slowness was doomed to be only for a moment, and he decided to withdraw his hand.

All around, very quiet, his heart can no longer be calm.

The hand moved to the gold patterned dragon on the waist, and with her low dreams, his hand could not score anymore:

"... I don't want to ... enter the palace ... but ... can't ... not enter ..."

The next words were more and more intermittent and unheard of, but, even with this sentence, he was finally disheartened.

Frowning tightly, he saw that there was a crystal teardrop looming in her eyes, but she never slipped.

Such scenes overlapped with the scenes deep in his memory, making his eyes rustle.

A long time ago, in the middle of the stormy night, the woman was also in front of him, and said this sadly:

"Concubine doesn't want to enter the palace ... but ... concubine can't help but enter."

That night, the night was thick and juicy, with no starlight at all.

She never said anything until the last moment of her life.

He couldn't do much.

It turned out that she was not willing to enter the palace, it turned out that she was not—

Of course, everything is late!

He lost her, and lost her forever.

The last sentence she left him, but it was:

"Concubine is so tired ... really ... well--"

There is another word that he can't hear anymore.

Even if he holds an artifact and asks for the supreme emperor's respect, he loses it, the love that should be held in this life.

Everything else?

Even if it is more brilliant, it is only in the lie of the years, illusion that the meteor is shining brightly, each one has crossed the blurred arc in life, but it will not leave the slightest mark.

In front of him, the woman's voice and smile were still as clear as he could not forget.

No matter how long it has been in the past.

He closed his eyes blankly, only when he remembered her, his heart would be a little soft.

However, for most of the rest of the time, he was just a cold-hearted emperor.

He suddenly turned around, no longer looking at Xi Yan on the couch.

Step by step, step by step, he walked to the gate of the temple and walked out of the gate. He heard Grandpa Li asked softly:

"Your Majesty, but going to Lihua Palace?"

He nodded.

Lihua Palace, yes, he wanted to go there.

Why not allow him to deceive himself once?

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