The evolution history of blood and tears of the scum leader

Murong Qi walked through many palace gates, waded through the palace pavilions, and met Murong Ziqing in front of a turquoise lake. Compared to a few months ago, he was controlled by Jimo Huan, and now the emperor who is in full control of power is not as good as he imagined. So thin and even slender and ice-white face turned pale white because of not paying attention to physical health Bending over to pay homage There was a sneer on his lowered face, "Qi'er is here!"

After being in a daze for a long time, Murong Ziqing came back to his senses under the reminder of the chief supervisor and internal supervisor, who had been in the same position for a long time.

Murong Qi responded to the emperor with this sentence, he naturally saw clearly what Murong Ziqing missed through his eyes, he was reminding his biological father, since he abandoned it, don't try to get it back, life is always so fair, you want Freedom wants to monopolize power, but it is doomed to lose that man who has always shielded you from the wind and rain and pampered you in his heart. Murong Ziqing waved his hand and made the people around him stand back and stand up. The spring breeze gently lingers on the spring on his body The shirt clings to the waist and becomes weaker and weaker: "You hate me"

This is an affirmative sentence

There was no unnecessary expression on Murong Qi's face: "I don't have any resentment toward Your Majesty."

Because at the moment when Murong Ziqing plotted and killed Jim Mohuan so viciously, he no longer had any admiration for his so-called father, which made him feel that this kind of feeling was too meaningless and no love. Where did the hatred come from? It's getting more and more like Huan..."

Realizing his gaffe, Murong Ziqing changed the subject: "I heard that you are now ignoring any banquet invitations that come and go in a hurry every day because of the princess's body."

As if gossiping, the bleak lips curled into a shallow arc. A thin line faintly appeared at the corner of the eyes. Murong Ziqing was already old. It was the first time that Murong Qi understood so clearly: "Your Majesty, you hope that I will marry a wife and have children to live like a normal person." Isn't your minister of life fulfilling His Majesty's wish?"

"My wish..."

Murong Ziqing's eyes were dazed for a moment and then suddenly sharp: "But as far as I know, you rarely stay with the princess in the mansion. Instead, you sleep alone in the study every night. I don't know what is more important than your unborn son-in-law. important"

"What's wrong with Weichen wanting Yuyan to raise her baby with peace of mind?"

His gloomy eyes stared straight at Murong Ziqing, and what the man saw in it was cold, emotionless fingers trembling violently, "Did your Majesty summon the humble minister just to talk about the minister's housework?"

Murong Qi's eyes showed a little impatience, his movements were still respectful, but his words became more and more impolite, "You are Xiaoxiao and I's child"

This line came out so he was concerned that there was something wrong with him "but Weichen was raised by the former regent"

Murong Qi raised his head abruptly. In the first half of his life, no matter how much he hated that person, no matter how much he wanted to stay away from that person, he never thought of letting that person die. His chest trembled violently a few times. It was the person in front of him with an uncontrollable heart spasm. No matter how much he hated what he did, it was his biological father, so he couldn't kill him: "My minister called the traitor you mentioned as father and king for 15 years."

Murong Zi cleared his body and sat down on the brocade bench a little bit unbearably: "He took you away, took you away from me..."

With trembling hands, he picked up the cold teacup on the table, but he shook it violently, the water in the cup wet his clothes, the small cup rolled to Murong Qi's feet, Murong Qi picked it up and took a few steps forward Bowing down, he put the cracked cup in front of Murong Ziqing: "It's useless to repair the cracked marks."

"roll"

Murong Ziqing squeezed out the word from between his teeth, Murong Qi dusted off his sleeves, wiped off the non-existent dust on the sleeves and strode away, "crackling"

There was a violent sound of porcelain shattering behind him, Murong Qi's footsteps did not stop, the darkness in his eyes grew deeper When I lost it, I missed and grieved, and made a miserable look. People like them, they love, they will never live for them. People who die for them will only be regretted by themselves. Are you sad? Do you want it? Compensation? This is always just a more disgusting emotion. Xuanyi, python pattern, jade crown, black hair, and purple sash around the waist, snow-colored jade pendant. Today's outfit is the deepest in his childhood memories. It is indeed useful. "Burn all these up"

The maid waited and took off the simple but expensive clothes on her body, Murong Qi said lightly "Yes"

Although I don't know, no one dares to question Murong Qi's meaning. He is the one who has the most right to decide everyone's life and death in this county prince's mansion. Murong Qi nodded with satisfaction. Dressed in soft and comfortable black home clothes, she walked leisurely towards the garden. Xue Yuyan has already had a belly of four and a half months, almost five months. The abdomen is obviously bulging, and the wide skirt is loosely tied with light yellow silk ribbons. She looks more than that. It doesn't look bloated and ugly, but it's a bit more gentle. Gently stroking the stomach with one hand, and holding a book in the other hand. From time to time, the eyes look at the little girl who flutters Die'er and smiles because of their pure happiness. That kind of leisure Freedom made Murong Qi's cold face slowly ease down, he waved his hands to keep everyone around him silent The still abdomen twitched and the scroll in Xue Yuyan's hand hit Murong Qi's head: "You're scaring the child."

Ning and Murongqi, who seemed angry and angry, flowed quietly between the beautiful eyebrows and eyes, put their heads instead of hands on Xue Yuyan's abdomen, and quietly listened to the sound of blood flowing, which belonged to his blood: "I want to be more and Memories of him getting along..."

Xue Yuyan was stunned and smiled lightly, with tenderness in her eyes: "Okay, I'll let you spend more time with him today, but don't delay our mother's sleep."

She said it jokingly, and ignored the apology revealed in Murong Qi's words. She seemed to know nothing, didn't know the plan of the other party, and didn't know what her husband was thinking. An ordinary woman, Murong Qi had no words but picked up the scroll on Xue Yuyan's lap. It was a volume of travel notes describing the beauty of Mingchuan in various places. Because of this gentle spring day, the tone is a little more in tune with laziness and softness Xue Yuyan's eyes blinked and her eyelashes retracted after the last trembling flight, "Will Yuyan look like me when he is born?" Those who hate themselves...hate me like that"

The word "Father" was blurred in the past. After a long time, there was no sound. Murong Qi raised his head and saw a woman who was already asleep with a smile on her lips. Her beautiful eyebrows and eyes were slightly raised. Her lips were slightly raised. This woman is the most important woman in his life. No one is half kneeling Standing up with numb legs, leaning over towards the ice-white face, the bright sunlight was blocked by the man's black suit, and the cold lips touched the skin that was as smooth as creamy fat, instantly splitting: "I'm sorry..."

The man who left in a hurry didn't see a pair of eyes behind him chasing him towards the study room, a little sparkle overflowing from those moving eyes slowly slipped down the cheek kissed by the man just now, "Princess..."

Rumei looked at Xue Yuyan puzzledly, her hand stroked the place where Murongqi kissed, but she was not happy, not shy, but desperate. room bar"

She wiped away the non-existent sweat from her forehead, and wiped away the crystals from the corners of her eyes. Just now, Murong Qi's lips were coming towards hers, but in the end he changed the direction. Xue Yuyan didn't want to be sad, but she couldn't help being sad. Jue didn't stop his hasty steps. Murong Qi almost fled and returned to the study. When he opened the dark door, his heart calmed down, "Keep the door well and don't let anyone approach without the king's order."

Leng Yan ordered Murong Qi to sit down at the desk slowly and leisurely. All the troubles here can no longer affect him. He picked up a book from the desk and slowly swept across the study. For a while, he only heard the pages turning The sound of the sun shining through the window sills, the man's clear brows are dyed with a layer of brilliant gold, the noon sun moves little by little, and the afterglow also moves little by little. In the shadows until the golden shattered light completely dissipated from the face, the profound and perfect facial features are like a demon, "When I met Yu Yan, she was only seven years old and she was five..."

A murmured whisper broke the silence in a corner of the study: "She doesn't love me, and no one loves us. We have a lot of memories together, good and bad. I think that two people can always draw warmth from each other when we are together. It's just that I am cold and she is also very cold." How can two indifferent people get the burning heat of their desire..."

Under the desk quietly reveals a dark hole that only allows one person to pass through.