MTL - The White-Haired Imperial Concubine-Chapter 98 Desperate Kiss (2)

098 Desperate Kiss (2)

Zongzheng said with no worries, "I only ask what you think."

Looking down, looking at the dandelion flying in the wind under the rock, his vision was blank, and said: "Since it can't be changed, then, does my thought matter?" If she can, she wants them all alive, can she? After turning her mind, she suddenly looked up and said, "If you win, can you let him go, don't kill him. He, for so many years ... have lived a hard life. He should not die in your hands!" They are brothers! How can they kill each other?

There was a tinge of pain in Zongzheng's worry-free eyes, and he jumped up suddenly, grabbing her shoulder, and the evil eyes suddenly burst into flames. He frowned and stared at her fiercely, Shen said: "You are begging me? For him, you even begged me! He is so important in your heart? It is important that you can let go of him for him proud?"

Man's shoulder was sorely pinched by him. She raised her chin, eyes full of stubbornness, and said, "You told me to say!"

Zongzheng looked at her eyes without worry, and kept smiling, and finally smiled softly, the anger in her eyes was intertwined with self-deprecation, and the pain that was not easy to detect. Yes, he asked for it! How could he hope in her heart that he was the most important one?

Man-Yan looked back at his eyes, and his heart was pumped into pain. She said, "If you lose, I will also give him ..."

"No!" Zongzheng cut off without worry, and said, "My King won't lose! Even if I lose, I don't need you to plead for me!"

"You ..." He was so proud and arrogant that before he finished speaking a word, Zong Zheng lowered his head wistfully and pinched her lips, biting through the delicate skin with a spit and punishing it. The bleeding blood ran into her mouth with his despair.

Uncle didn't expect him to do this at all, and could not help exclaiming dullly.

Zongzheng let go of her with no worries, her chest undulating. He asked coldly: "Pain? I hurt more than a thousand times a day, more than a year of punishment is not enough? What else is enough? I use you once, you hate me so much, he uses you Many times, you can forgive him for accepting him, sharing the same bed with him every night, why? "His voice was indignant, like a deserted child with vague helplessness and confusion. He used emotion as a bait. His original intention was to make good use of it, but when he used it, all the emotions he expressed to her were from the truth in his heart.

With a pain in his eyes, Qiang smiled and said, "You ask me why? Don't you understand?" Because of love, I can't accept hurt. Because of not loving, there is no forgiveness or unforgiveness, acceptance or disapproval. She added: "I am marrying a general not to punish you, nor to wait for your remorse. I just want to leave you, that's all. You don't have to do anything for me anymore, something is lost, then Irreparable. "In the last sentence, she was not just telling him, she was talking to herself. Despite the heartache, she still had to tell herself, since there was no hope, why should she even remember?

The strength of Zongzheng Wuyou's hands seemed to hate that she could not take off her two arms. His anger, his pain, his despair, were tight in the dark sky with the cool air of the early autumn. Shrouded in her blood, slowly infiltrating the blood, like an invisible hand, clinging to her heart, let her breathless.

He loosened her wryly, his face paled suddenly, took a few steps, put his hand on his chest, coughed up a blood as soon as he turned, and he didn't spit out in the mouth. He turned his back on her, ridiculing himself, and grinning, "It turns out that he has always been the king ... passionate." If it was not punishment, it would mean that he had lost his chance. He really wanted to ask her, did she ever really feel affection for him? If so, why didn't he even give him a chance to make up for it? If she only wants to leave him, it only shows that after that injury, he didn't even leave hate in her heart.

That being the case, what else can he say? The people behind were silent, he no longer looked at her, flew down to grab the rocks, and threw away his sleeves.

She was isolated on this rock, looking at his rushing back, so lonely. There seemed to be wetness around the corners of her eyes, and she quickly raised her head to let the bitterness flow back and obliterate her internal organs. She didn't want him to shake her, so he let his heart be indifferent, and he didn't have to worry about whether she would be hit by Yuchi. This is fair to them. She only hoped that the day they split the victory, they could care for the brotherhood and leave a way for each other.

Man walked down the hillside and walked to a corner. A sharp sword suddenly ran across her. The sword-bearing woman's eyes were filled with strong hatred that could not be concealed, and it seemed that the hate could not break her into pieces.

Looking at the woman calmly, he asked gently, "Mrs. Xiang, what does this mean?"

Henxiang glared at her angrily, and asked in cold voice, "You're carrying a man on his back again! Where on earth do you put his face? How can you make him do it for you? Risk, change plan regardless of consequences? If I can, I really want to kill you to break his heart! "

There was no surprise, and Manwan naturally knew who he was referring to, and from the day she became married, she had already seen a little bit of Henxiang's thoughts on Fu Zhao. Maybe she's right, how can she do it? It seems that she was not bad. Their original plan was to use her as a bargaining chip to deal with Zongzheng worry-free! In order to fulfill his promise, Fu Zhao temporarily changed her strategy. She should be happy. Why is she so inexplicable in her heart?

With her hand, she lifted away the fragrant sword that stood in front of her, and the sword opened a gap in her hand. She was unaware that she ignored the anger and hatred of the people behind her and left.

"Rongle, what's wrong with your hand?" Back to the palace, the prince had already left, Fu Zhao ushered in, and saw her blood dripping from her fingertips, dropping blood stains all the way.

Manyu smiled casually: "It's nothing, accidentally scratched it. You don't have to worry."

Fu Cui frowned, placed her on a chair, ordered someone to take the wound medicine, took her hand, wiped the blood, and a deep sword mark appeared on the palm. Fu Zi's face was dull, and his mild eyes were immediately gloomy, but he carefully bandaged her wound without looking, and then told her to take a good rest, and then went out.

Manyu took his hand from behind him, Fu Ze paused, looked back at her, and said, "Don't go. She is for your good! People live in the world, and it is not easy to meet someone who treats you sincerely." , Don't hurt at will, even though she did what you intended. "

Fu Zhao flashed his eyes, turned around and hugged her, infinite compassion. Leaning quietly leaned against his chest without moving. After a moment of silence, she asked, "What would you do if you won?"

Fu Zhao froze slightly, and then asked, "What do you want me to do?"

With a bleak smile, it was her hope. What's the use of her hope? Given Zong Zheng's carefree response, she did not answer. Just said: "He is your brother."

"I don't have a brother. He is the son of my enemy." Fu Tu cut off, his tone deepened. That was also his biggest rival, not only her body, but also her heart.

The man knew that it was useless to say anything, and just sighed, "Thank you for everything you have done for me. If you lose, I will accompany you to heaven and earth."

Fu Zi shook his body and did not immediately answer. After a while, Fang asked: "If he loses, you will accompany him to heaven and earth, will you?"

Manyan closed his eyes, his face pressed against his solid chest, and said nothing.

In the next few days, I hunted every day, and at night, while roasting the wild game hunted by everyone, while watching the singing and dancing, the surface seemed calm as if nothing would happen.

Until the sixth day, a party returned from hunting, holding the loot in their hands, as excited as the first day hunting.

Emperor Lin Tian and Emperor Qiyun praised them a lot. In addition to the emperors and female relatives of the two countries, only Zongzheng Wuyou and Fu Zhao have never entered the hunting ground. Others are more or less able to come back with one or two prey, and some people are afraid to encounter wolves and dare not enter the deep forest. After all, it is a virgin forest, a beast in the forest, non-artificial breeding, martial arts is not high enough, there must be many dangers. The prince looked at Fuzi, and was worried about the expressionless Zongzheng sitting sideways in the lower position. He laughed: "The seven emperors are good at riding and archery. Go for a show and have a good time hunting? I heard that General Fu ’s hunting is also very good. Maybe you come to a match and see who is better? What does the father think?

Emperor Lin raised his eyelids and thoughtfully looked at Zongzheng's worry-free. He saw that he looked tired and lazy, and had no intention of entering the hunting ground. He could not help but frowned, and did not respond.

Fu Ze shrugged his hands indifferently and smiled softly at her: "What does Rongle like? I'll go hunting for you." His voice was not loud, but it was enough for everyone present. hear. That kind of relaxed and casual words seemed to be nothing more than Li Wang's hunting, but according to his wife's preferences, whatever he wanted to hunt was as easy as catching it. That tone with infinite pampering made Zong Zheng worry-free and extremely harsh. 2k novel reading network