MTL - The White-Haired Imperial Concubine-Chapter 94 Bone pain (3)

094 bone pain (3)

Another face flashed in his mind, which was another man she had realized that he looked a bit like him but was hard to detect because of their completely different attitudes, Lin Tianhuang!

This consciousness caused a huge shock at the bottom of Man's heart, which he could not believe. In his current position, with the three armies in his hands, power is in the hands of the wild. Who else is beyond his control? No one else, only the emperor! Is he ... the son of Emperor Lin? He uses Fu as his surname and is 21 years old. He is the same age as Zongzheng Wuyou ... Is he the son of Queen Fu who was pregnant with Concubine Yun at the same time? !! But when he was facing the emperor, he couldn't see a little bit of hatred. How could it be that he was a loyal courtier, and how difficult it was to practice such forbearance!

No one knows where the child born of Queen Fu was. Some said that the child died when she was born, and some said that the child had disappeared suddenly, but no one knew the real whereabouts. It is only known that after the fall of the Fu family, Queen Fu was confined to the cold palace and spent miserably days. She died of a fire in the same year that Yun Guifei died.

If he was really the son of Queen Fu, why did the Emperor Lin kill him? Even if Emperor Lin did not like his mother, would he not kill his son? This is so cruel!

Fu Zhao saw her eyes shocked, and smiled like an outsider: "You guessed it, didn't you? I know that you are so smart, you can always see through." He said and pushed a dish of vegetables in front of her. "If you don't eat it, it will be cold."

Manxi put down his chopsticks, reached out and grabbed his hand pushing the saucer. His eyes were full of worries, saying: "Abo, I don't want to persuade you to put down hatred, no matter what you want to do, after all, it is your freedom, you The pain you have suffered or the pain you are suffering, always find a way to vent. But, A Tzu ... after all, he is your father, the blood is thicker than water, the mistakes he made, you ... should not commit again, at least ... figure out why he killed you? I have no other meaning, I just don't want you to regret it in the future. "

Fu Zhao didn't get irritated by the advice of others, but instead held her hand gratefully, extremely rudely, "I know the reason why he wants to kill me! But I don't want to say, because that is right My mother's biggest insult! "

Mangai sighed: "Well, don't say it if you don't want to say it. Ah Tzu, father and son are crippled, the most cruel, both hurt and hurt yourself, even if you revenge? You will not get happiness! You have to think twice Then move on! "What a sadness it is to have a close relationship! Manmo deeply sighed, there is too much helplessness in this world, and this destiny is really difficult to change.

Fu Zhao shook his head slightly. His hatred was too deep, and he would penetrate his heart if he did not remove it. He took a folded piece of paper from his arms and handed it to her, with a look of solemnity, saying, "This is for you."

He took it in disbelief, and was preparing to unfold, but Fu Zhao held her hand, "Don't watch it now! After Qiu Hunting, if ... an unexpected accident happens, you can open it later!"

Anxi was anxious and asked, "What is it, so mysterious?"

Fu Shu said, "You just keep it, maybe it can help you at a critical moment."

Spoiled with him for a long time without saying anything, put it in a brocade box.

This night, Fu Shu hugged her even tighter than before, his heartbeat seemed to be faster, and his gasping drew near her ears, slightly.

Manyan closed his eyes and lay quietly on his back. On a clear night, the two's breath entangled in the air, and once the heart was so far apart, it seemed as if they were closer.

"Rongle." His voice was slightly dumb and very light.

She replied softly and softly with a nasal "um" sound, she didn't know how ambiguous and fascinating it was on such a night.

Fu Zhu leaned on her waist, suddenly moved into her arms, turned her around, and let her face him. They were close to each other, the noses of the two were facing each other, and they were breathing so close together.

His eyes, with eager expectations, scorched each other, his hands rubbing slowly around her waist, bringing a slight trembling.

In the incense burner in the corner, the faint cyan smoke, mingled in the air in the white moonlight entering through the window, and then dissipated gently.

The light scent is mixed with the fragrance of the skin, exuding a seductive taste, and the instinct drives the longing buried deep in the heart. The tangled breath became sharp and heavy. The man put an arm behind the woman's neck, embraced her, and rolled over.

The moonlight filled the west window, and an elongated carved window lattice was printed on the ground.

The evening wind passed, blowing the bamboo shadow outside the window, smashing the silvery white light.

She was slightly stiff and panting. Fu Tu's kiss was soft and lingering, but he was telling the deepest emotion in his heart, such intense love, as he breathed, reached her heart. There was a trace of pain in the bottom of my heart, for Fu Fu, for Zongzheng, and for herself.

She closed her eyes gently, and did not refuse, or she was powerless to refuse. This careful lingering seems to be a man afraid of being rejected, but she can't bear to hurt, but in her heart, she is still chaotic and struggling.

She couldn't help but think of Zong Zheng's worryless cold back and his sad and sad eyes. If she said that she was like a thorn in the feast of the feast, it was because she was about to marry a wife. How sad is Fu Zhao sharing the same bed?

She had demanded the least loyalty of love and marriage, but she seemed to betray them all! Betrayed love with the body, betrayed the marriage with love! Love is her own love, but marriage is a marriage between two people. How should she be loyal?

Such a contradiction!

She used to think that if you break your heart, you can forget it, but how can one's body be self-defeated, and how can one's heart be self-defeated? If you want to love, you love, if you do n’t love, you do n’t love, that ’s not human, but God!

Her thoughts were confused, and her clothes were half faded. She was struggling, couldn't find the exit, and began to fall into a loss, unable to save herself.

Fu Tu ’s kiss slowly moved to her powdery neck and chest. His lips became stronger and stronger, and it seemed that she was going to eat her belly, so that she could not escape his life for life. His breath became desperate with her despair, why wasn't he struggling inside?

What is he like? In the name of marriage, she cleverly seized her body and tried to conquer her heart with her body? While absorbing her sweetness, he is also enjoying the sad pain, this is his marriage!

Suddenly he paused and looked at the people below him with great frustration. It is not uncommon for him to use his hurting lover to complete a broken marriage! He couldn't beat his heart.

Manyu felt his pause, then he helped her gather her placket and fasten her straps. She opened her eyes in surprise and looked at him, and she saw the deep forbearance and sadness in his eyes.

This is the third time he has let her go!

He lay down and said in her ear: "I don't want to force you, I am willing to wait. The day you are willing to fall in love with me, although it is very remote, I ca n’t see hope! I ... will still wait."

He would not think that taking possession of a woman ’s body is like winning a woman ’s love, like other men. If it is another woman, she may, but she is not someone else, she is just her, stubborn and persistent Rongle. If he wanted her today and killed her love and pride with his body, then from now on, he will only be her husband in her heart, and he will never be her lover, he will give himself Keep a chance, a hope, and though it will be hard, he is willing.

There was a slight touch of emotion in Man's heart. She didn't thank her and didn't say any words of gratitude. It was just in his sigh that he turned around and hugged him for the first time, burying his face in his chest, feeling the warmth and feeling at ease and practical.

That night, they hugged and fell asleep, dreaming. That night, the man in Wuyou Pavilion was cold and with the moon, Xiao Se lonely.

Zong Zheng looked at the top of the bed with anxiety. When will it start, and at night, he will lose sleep. Rolling my eyes, looking at the Mo Yu folding fan by the pillow, there was a moment of loss. That day, he missed the chance to meet her!

He got up and got up. He took a piece of clothes and put it on, and shouted to the outside, "Leng Yan, go and bring the discounts that Jiangnan handed over in the past few months."

Leng Yan took the lead, and after a while he held the two high-profile folders on the table. That's enough to see the middle of the night.

Zong Zheng sat at the table without worry and said without raising his head, "All the rest is here."

Leng Yan never talked, but at the moment wanted to persuade him: "Master, you haven't taken a good rest for a long time."

Zong Zheng waved his hands without worrying, signalling that he didn't need to talk. The sigh of coldness like wood couldn't help but sigh, and moved the rest. After a while, the table was piled up on a hill.

Zong Zheng's books were spread out. After a quick glance, Zhu Bi swung with fluency and fluency.

Quiet night, dark lights and shadows, accompanied by Xiao Xiao Lengyue, and the lonely shadow, the room was desolate.

After dawn, Zong Zheng put down the pen in his hand without worry, and raised his head and exhaled a long breath. Through another sleepless night! He threw his hand at the music, and would never take another look at it. 2k novel reading network