MTL - Love in Another Life: My Gentle Tyrant-v2 Chapter 507 Holding Hands-The Finale (3)
"Why is it hard, Lord?"
Nixiang's heart was equally dark, she shook her head, but she just shook her head slightly, and he was pressed against her back, she could no longer move. She rested on his wide shoulders, and the blue silk scattered him.
恍惚 恍惚, there seems to be a little distant feeling, that she never dared to think before.
飞 霰 Xuefei was flying out of the window, falling on flowers, trees, and white palace eaves ... wrapped in silver, just like no time. The incense burner burned in smoke, everyone in the fireside room was paired, but his eyes were bleary.
"If you tell me earlier, if I know earlier ..."
His voice was deep and hoarse and painful. She closed her eyes and suddenly remembered the unfinished conversation between her and him many years ago, and whispered: "Master, you still remember the little pharmacy in the palace that day, you asked me, 'This is what you said was useless. Pills? Do n’t put them in such a decent place when they are out of use ...... I wanted to tell you then that you didn't let me say. "
If he was stunned by a heavy object, Long Zijin's body trembled. He remembered that she tried to explain to him at that time. She said, Lord, I put things here because-but he didn't know For what, because he interrupted her fiercely.
--- Never explain to me! You ’re so embarrassed, you know?
It was he who broke all her hopes with her own hands. Yeah, how could she explain it. She always needs a little self-esteem.
"Zi Jin."
Her hand suddenly touched his eyes and gently wiped the wetness under his eyes.
Her hands are cold, not greasy, and unlike Yuzhi and others, they are well-maintained. There are some thin cocoons in the abdomen. He is big, holding his hand.
Zijin.
He suddenly remembered that she had always called him "Master Wang", Jiuyi, Yuzhi, and Jingying since they became married, but they called their husband-in-law's name directly, even if Jiujiu was the Supreme Master of the Ninth Five-Year Plan.
"In fact, if you look carefully every time you give her medicine, you will find that in addition to what you took, the pills are constantly decreasing, because I have also taken it, although I dare not take more each time. "
"I don't regret what I did. I know you have never loved me. You love her. You have been unhappy. I didn't want to promise your marriage, and later I thought that someone would stay with you, maybe You can be happier. If ... you really owe me something, let me leave the palace. I want to go to the folks with Brother Lu to see. "
Her words were dumb but resolute, tapping on his back, Qin entered his skin, heart, like snow outside the window, so cold.
Farewell in the hug, gentle or cruel?
Long Zijin yelled, and tears instantly settled the embankment.
In this life, he only cried for three people, Jiujiu, Ruyi, and her.
Ruyi, he spent his whole life thinking about it, but in fact maybe it was just-not available.
Father emperor believed in Buddha. When he was a child, he often invited monks to enter the palace to explain Buddhism. The monk always said over and over that the most precious thing in the world is that it is unavailable and lost, especially those in the palace. That's just the simplest Buddhism. At that time, the younger brothers, three brothers, seven brothers, nine brothers, and he had been involved in hunting books for many times, scorning the bald ass.
He regretted that he just wanted to arrive with his life, but knew that he could never be recovered again. After all, he missed it, and he lost her! Like she said, if he had cherished her, the secret in the pillbox was never a secret.
At this moment, he finally understood all about her owe, maybe it was her life and death, maybe it was her longing for her four-year birthday, maybe it was just a soft whisper ... .. Zijin.
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Lingrui Wangfu.
sitting at the table, Nei Shou turned to look at the small bag on the bed ~.
she does not have much clothes.
Faint candlelight, she was thinking Long Zijin.
Today, he went mad, wrapped her tightly with a big hoe, hugged her step by step from the imperial city back to the palace. After returning, he took a deep look at her and left.
The housekeeper came over a few times, respectfully, the prince asked the princess not to rest first, and the lord came later.
She didn't know what he was going to do, but it was already the last night to stay in the palace. She also wanted to spend more time with him. After all, leaving was one thing, and love was one thing.
Outside the door, from time to time, there was a servant girl-in-law hurried past, and tonight the whole palace seemed to be in trouble.
Slightly surprised, finally couldn't help but push out the door.
In the yard, a few little girls covered their mouths and laughed, and said something softly, followed by another crisp laughter.
She became more curious, walked over and asked, "Where is your lord?"
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She was looking for him in the kitchen.
He was all white, his luxurious robe was stained with white powder, his face, eyes, and nose were stained, and his tall body stood in front of the anvil, which was a little funny.
He was angry at several cooks, scolding them for not teaching.
The servants of the palace were crowded all around, snoring and watching the lively, afraid of Wang's anger and feeling novel.
She couldn't help sighing and said, "Master, what do you want to eat, I'll make it for you."
梓 正 Long Zijin, who was scolding the chef with a dog's blood, was clearly surprised, turned around and looked at her helplessly, blushing.
She frowned and went over, and went to get the rolling pin in his hand.
Long Zijin refused to let her hold her hand tightly, her eyes were dark but flickered slightly, and after a long time, she finally whispered: "Nixiang, I want to give you a bowl of noodles ... Longevity noodles. "
Nichao was shocked, and was still in the same place, just like him. After a while, he said, "This is not my birthday."
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The candlelight went out, and the radiance of the night pearl reflected the four jade bowls on the table. The noodles inside were almost full, but Long Zijin was very happy. She had moved every bowl.
four years, four bowls.
She was lying on the bed with her back to him. He sat on the edge of the bed and leaned down to live her slender body. "You're leaving tomorrow. Tonight, let me watch you sleep well. ? "
