The Prince Wants to Leave His Concubine

His words made her feel awkward again.

How can she stay with him forever? At the same time, she remembered something she had always deliberately avoided thinking about-his life was not long, and he died in the same year.

She got him, but she couldn't accompany him. After her death, for the remaining ten years or so, his life would not be long, so do you have to live lonely?

Is this her retribution for taking away Siwei's happiness?

Even if she understood that she was his wife and didn't take him away as Siwei said, but she was in distress after all.

"Jinghong, do you... love me very much?"

The mood of joy suddenly became blank, and suddenly he blurted out.

Without thinking about this, Fang felt embarrassed when she asked. Although in the dark, her face was hot.

Shangguan Jinghong said nothing.

What the lover’s words are like, the leader doesn’t know, but between them, he has confessed to her several times. Although he didn’t directly say any words of love, it was not sweet and revealing, but it was shocking. My heart moved, I didn't expect to ask him directly, and he would be embarrassed.

Also, his temperament is not a person who is willing or very good at talking about love.

He has a strange personality. He was like a child just a moment ago, and soon he said something responsible, just like the talented person. He said, the leader, if it is something like this time, I will still handle it in my own way.

She was in a trance, her hip was stretched out and held up by a hand, and she yelled out in surprise, and she was pulled onto his leg.

He kissed her deeply, leaned into her clothes, and carefully but possessively stroked every inch of her skin.

Until she could not breathe, he slowly let go of her, held her earballs, and said dumbly: "Leader, do you say I love you?"

The number of intimacy between the two was not much, the leader was immediately ashamed, but even more embarrassed, and suddenly hugged his neck.

He immediately responded to her, hugging her tightly, close to his body.

She finally couldn't help expressing her concerns, "Jinghong, maybe we shouldn't be together. I know I can't stay with you for long. If I die, you..."

His arms strangled her in pain, and his voice came with a cold voice, "If you say these silly things again, see if I will kill you two girls, and your mother, dear, the people in the North. If you dare to ask me If I only love you, I only love you now, so I will live well. I will definitely find a way to cure you, understand?"

As he said, he suddenly stopped his voice.

The leader is a little strange, his ears hurt, but he is holding it.

"No matter what happens to you in the future, I can never love other people anymore. I know why I want to take you to the old house, to my mother's concubine palace and say those things, or I should scold you and blame you for refusing trust me?"

The voice was faintly poured into her ears, his mouth pressed against her ears, and he spoke slowly.

"I understand, I just hope you can live happily in the future."

"As long as you stay with me forever..."

The body was very tired, but it seemed to be pushed forward. The leader asked him to lift his face, wipe off the wetness of his face one at a time, and smiled: "Okay, I promise you, this is what you said. You will have the honor to stand in the future. The highest position, I know, before the real power is held, you have to do the things you do in that position, draft a wife or something, but if you dare to touch other women, it will make me angry, and I will come back to you as a ghost. Afterwards."

"Remember what you said."

The leader was half joking, but when he heard his answer with a smile, he was serious, slightly startled...

The leader wanted to ask how long her body can support, but if she asks, she will be afraid, he will be unhappy, and she wants to live stronger than before. Finally, nothing was asked.

She felt at ease, and the sleepiness suddenly struck, found a comfortable position in his arms, and fell asleep in a daze.

...

"Leader..."

There was a voice calling in the ear.

It's him.

"Hmm..." The leader answered vaguely. He seemed to be saying something, but his voice was a little far away. She couldn't hear her clearly and seemed to be saying a name.

Qin Ge...

The voice suddenly became louder.

Qin Ge?

Is he talking about Qin Ge's name?

The leader was taken aback and suddenly opened his eyes, only to see a cramped darkness before him.

Although the room was dark, it shouldn’t be so dim. She couldn’t see anything. She reached out her hand and touched her side. Shangguan Jinghong was not there. The tentacles creaked, like the sound of wood, she was surprised again, she was clearly there. She fell asleep on the bed. The wood under her body was good, but it should be padded. She subconsciously stretched her arm to the side to touch it, where there was another wooden board.

Her heart jumped suddenly, she was not in the room! How could this be?

She kind of guessed where she was, she gritted her teeth and slowly stretched out her hand to touch her head.

This touch made my heart cold.

Sure enough, it was also a wooden board.

"Jinghong..."

She hadn't noticed it before, but now she felt a burst of moldy air rushing to her nose. Something under her body and arms was squirming and biting her skin. She gritted her teeth to suppress panic and called the familiar and trusted name forcefully.

Reaching out to push the plank on the head.

To be precise, it is the lid.

Because this is a coffin.

She is in the coffin...

With a "bang", she was surprised and delighted, as the coffin lid was slowly pushed away, she quickly sat up, the eyes were still dim, but a little light was refracted from not far away, and she immediately saw the station clearly The appearance of the person beside the coffin.

That eyebrow, that face, is Shangguan Jinghong.

He smiled softly, looked at her, opened his hands and hugged her. Although she was strange and afraid of why he suddenly took her back to the old house and put her in this terrifying coffin, she was still obedient. Reaching out, when the two were about to touch, she suddenly woke up and smiled bitterly: "No, you are not the Shangguan Jinghong."

This man has short hair and a gun.