obviously knew Su Duhan's ambitions, but he just thought of his aunt who killed herself on the city tower for Xixia in the previous life, and always wanted to persuade her. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Murong Wei played with the delicate cup lid in his hand, her eyelashes trembled twice, as if she suddenly remembered, with a deep complaint: "Cousin, you were careless on Chinese New Year's Eve, fortunately, the imperial grandmother didn't notice, to the heart that hurt me all night, even Xuanwei Palace didn't dare to go back, and stayed in Shoukang Palace all night." ”

Murong Wei's eyes were wet, clearer than before, and there was a shallow water, seeing Su Twilight's heart softened for a while, but there was a lot of resentment, no wonder the old woman didn't happen anything on Chinese New Year's Eve, but she was accompanied by this good cousin.

The girl's delicate voice was soft, as pink as a first blooming flower, and with a secret loss: "Later, my aunt called you to go, and the Shoukang Palace was deserted, and I didn't even see the fireworks."

The cool wind blew, and the petals of the hundred days red fluttered one after another, and a few petals flew into the pavilion from the open window sash and stuck to Murong Wei's hair. She puffed out her cheeks slightly, and her eyes became more and more sparkling.

Su Duhan didn't like this tea, and drank it with an astringent bitterness in his mouth, just thinking of the tea giver, he thought of his identity, and even more thought of the heart-piercing Zen seat in the hall that year.

He raised his hand to brush off the petals for Murong Wei, pursed his lips lightly, and replaced them with a bitter smile: "Ah Wei, my father is gone, I really can't wear auspicious clothes." I was afraid that the emperor's grandmother would be too careful, so I changed my clothes outside. Anyway, it's always my negligence. ”

The petals were like rain, affecting the people in front of him, and the girl was as bright as a blooming rose, gently caressing his eyelids, but like a sharp blade, it was fiercely inserted into his heart.

Su Duhan's cold seemed to alternate between ice and fire, and his whole body was covered with a bone-piercing chill. I hope she is not the daughter of the Murong family, and I hope she does not have the blood of the Chu family in her body.

Rather, his life experience is just a dream, and he and she can live the simplest life.

Everything can only be wished, Su Duhan clearly understands that his and her bloodlines cannot be changed.

"Auntie's palm, does it hurt?" Murong Wei's eyes fluctuated, as if she wanted to reach out and touch his cheek, raised it and slowly put it down.

The shy daughter's house, Su Duhan didn't expect his cousin to really touch his cheeks, just warm care could melt his heart.

"It doesn't hurt, Ah Wei doesn't have to worry. My mother deserves to punish me, and I deserve to be punished for my mistakes. Mother's palm is distressed for the imperial grandmother, I know it", Su Duhan stroked his cheek and touched the place where he was slapped by his mother: "Since I was a child, it was the first time my mother beat me, and I confessed what I did wrong." ”

Knowing that it is wrong, she wants to do it, no matter what price she will pay in the future, this is the Su Duhan she knows. Forbearance is like a gentle jade son, and it is a nirvana to make a move, one ring after another, and the ring is compact.

Only in this way can Su Duhan connect the three unrelated countries together into a chess game. Cunning like Qin Huai, treacherous like Gu Zhengnuo, or Qin Heng, Wen Wan, Gu Chenxiao, and himself, are all small chess pieces on the big chessboard.

What I can't guess is that what kind of bait did Su Duhan use back then to drive Qin Huai and Gu Zhengnuo, the emperors, to be used by him, and he can actually say that Gu Zhengnuo has already accepted her as a concubine, but he would rather preserve her innocence and keep Su Duhan to enjoy?

Thinking of that life again, that angry night, she pierced Su Duhan's neck with a golden hairpin, and Su Duhan's dark voice crossed her ears: "I am waiting for you to be in the back position, and you treat me like this." ”

is the vacant throne, in the land that was once Xixia, how can she step on the blood of her relatives, calmly ascend to the throne of the queen where the imperial grandmother and queen mother once sit, and become the queen of the traitor millennial country.

Even if the two really had the purest love when they were young, they would no longer be able to fight in the sea of blood.

In a moment of trance, Su Duhan thought she was sad for herself. He had agreed with his cousin that if he wanted to walk the border city, Murong Wei was the best breakthrough.

Thinking of this, Su Duhan's tone softened by three points, and his affection seemed to be a dripping spring rain, moist and silent.

Murong Wei was still sitting with her cheeks crossed, as if she was thinking hard, and only after a while did she speak gloomily: "Cousin, the coming day is long, let's wait for the three-year filial piety period to discuss it." ”

The words softened, Su Duhan thought it was a compromise to himself, he struck while the iron was hot, and followed the words closely: "Guarding the border for his father is the best filial piety to him, and it is also his father's long-term wish." Awei, I have made up my mind, I just want your blessings".

Su Duhan took Murong Wei's soft and boneless little hand, revealing a deep affection: "I want to guard the place where my father used to guard, and I want to guard the border of Xixia for my father."

I won't help him anymore, let my tongue bloom, let it be true or false. I have already tasted the taste of being hurt to the core, and now my heart is calm.

Murong Wei raised her head and sneered: "General Li has already said that several small countries in the border city are now in Xixia's bag, and it is only for the sake of the border people that they have not been caught in the net. Cousin, are you going to the border city now to protect the country or for personal revenge?"

The sentences were sonorous, and the questions were on the point, piercing Su Duhan's heart with a word. In the opportunity taught by his cousin, he really wanted to take advantage of his personal vendetta to find an opportunity to destroy those small countries, achieve his own prestige, and better take over the army left by his father.

Su Duhan was dumbfounded, he couldn't imagine that Murong Wei actually understood the situation between the DPRK and China, and for a while he couldn't think of whether he was by mistake or could really see through his own thoughts.

He wisely did not refute, but only stared in the direction of the northwest and impassionedly: "My father is a handsome horse, how can I sit back and enjoy it, I must go to see the place where my father once guarded." ”

Murong Wei caressed the golden-purple tuanical peonies blooming on her skirt and watched them bloom gorgeously in the sun. She suppressed the contempt at the corner of her mouth and asked in a loud voice, "What about my aunt?"

"Originally, I was not at ease, but now that Sister Wan is here, I can also walk at ease", Su Duhan stood up and raised his head habitually: "Ah Wei, a good man has ambitions in all directions, you don't want me to be kept in captivity forever in this small world surrounded by four corners, right?"

A fifteen-year-old boy with heroic eyebrows and sideburns, and his black hair was unruly draped over his shoulders, adding some heroic atmosphere. There is pride, justice, and the truth. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like someone who will be a relative of the sword.

However, those true thoughts are hidden in the depths of his heart. Murong Wei understood that the hatred that was surging like an undercurrent had already spread all over the world. That hatred was like a surging river, deep in Su Duhan's heart, and firmly rooted, growing with intent to grow.

wants to pull a hand, it has nothing to do with the **** and Fengyue when he was a teenager, just because he is the only flesh and blood of his aunt, so that there will really be a day when he forces the white-haired man to close the coffin for the black-haired man himself. (To be continued.) )