"Answer me!Who is this?" Gao Zhan's face was full of jealousy, as if a dark cloud was pressing down, and he grabbed Zi Mo's shoulders with both hands, but he didn't wait for a long time to respond. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Uncle Nine watched Zi Mo stubbornly pout his face, let the tears flow down her eyes, slid over the side of her face, and finally fell into the nest of strength. is like the jade jue who doesn't know who gave it, when he is unaware of it, he is close to Chang Gong, skin to skin. Gao Zhan was like a madman, his hands were strangled and his muscles were standing up, he was waiting for an answer, even if it was a lie. But what about his Changgong, but stared at the carved bed beam, and didn't even look at him, as if he were nothing, just looking at a place in the void.

Be...... It has always been that way.

How affectionate he was, how bitter, how he used all his strength, begging him to give him a little charity and mercy, and how could His Royal Highness Lanling, who was self-assured, ignore him.

Love, unreciprocated, and longing for it seems to be far away.

Desire, he has long been out of control, but he would rather suffer himself than hurt his sweetheart.

There was no need for this faint fig leaf between them for a long time, he said that he could not refuse, and after thinking about it for a long time, he still wanted to take care of Quan Changgong's face. built the palace and gave clothes, he did what he wanted to do for his beloved. Bit by bit, Gao Zhan thought that he could watch Changgong enjoy himself in the future, but he begged for a cloud and rain in Wushan. But now, he suddenly recognized his own heart, and his feelings were like a poisonous slur, and his thoughts had locked his soul and sank in this life. He is a lonely soul in purgatory, he can't let Chang Gong be so light-hearted, and a few words of understatement can easily take him Gao Zhan's hurried pen in his life, he is not a passerby, or the jade is burned, Chang Gong, the beautiful jade that he desecrated, will also be engraved with a deep soul about his memory, for him Gao Zhan, is love, is hate, will be remembered for the rest of his life, and will not be forgotten until death.

Slender white fingers gently brushed Zi Mo's face, and Gao Zhan lowered his head and drank an ambiguous silky breath on the face of the person below him.

"I didn't even think about taking advantage of people's danger, even if I was killed by you, I never thought of calculating you. But forget it, Chang Gong probably won't listen to it now. It doesn't matter if I ordered this medicine or not. Because, I changed my mind。。。。。。 ”

Gao Zhan lowered his head and grinded Zi Mo's lips and cheeks like a demonstration, and then bit her earlobe on the side of Zi Mo's ear and whispered: "I don't want a seat of clouds and rain, because I want to dominate you for the rest of my life." I will no longer set you free, because I will possess you completely, and I will lock you up with me for the rest of my life, from a strand of hair to a strand of brocade, you will have my noble imprint from head to toe, and it will be my domain from now on. Changgong, I won't beg you again, and let you remember my kindness again. I will do something to you that you can't even imagine, because in that case, you will hate me to the core, and from now on, I will no longer be dispensable to you Gao Changgong, just a respectful ninth uncle。。。。。。 If you can't love me to death, then hate me to the bone, and I will let you never forget!"

When Zi Mo heard this, he turned his gaze a little, looked at the man who was evil and terrifying, gritted his teeth, and squeezed out two words for a long time: "Crazy!"

"Hahahaha, I'm crazy. But you remember, it's you, it's you, the loyal, filial, benevolent, righteous, and awe-inspiring Gao Changgong who drove me crazy. Your Royal Highness Lanling, in the future, you will be my good nephew, and inside, you will be the forbidden body that my Gao Zhan will never let go of in my life.

In the silent and eerie room, there was the sound of Zimo's lower clothes being torn vigorously. The cloth was broken, and the exposed skin made Xiao Zimo cold and cold to the bone marrow.

She bit her lip, blood oozing from the corners of her mouth.

If she hadn't bitten like this, she would probably scream in fear.

Gao Zhan's body was not clinging to hers, intertwined and agitated violently, as if desperate to find an exit.

"I'll kill you!" Zi Mo opened his eyes and looked at the face.

"Heh, do you think that with my understanding of you, I don't know how to use to contain you in order to best unload your Gao Changgong's force?" Gao Zhan sneered, licked his tongue over his lips, and impatiently squeezed his body between Zi Mo's legs, raised his waist, and rushed in without hesitation and mercilessly.

"Ah!!!!!h

There was a terrible cry in the Lanling Palace, where there was no one else except for the two people in the room.

Outside the door is planted a mandala transplanted from the Western Regions, although it is not yet the flowering season, the buds that can open in the foreign land have not yet withered when they reach Yecheng.

The candlelit room grew darker as the night flowed. The strange shadow of the overlapping two bodies is projected on the window lattice, with a strange mystery and beauty.

Suddenly, a cry accompanied by a whimper came from the room, as if the flowers could no longer bear it, and shook slightly, and the buds were finally blown to the ground by the night wind, rolling to the ground and stained with mud.

。。。。。。

One night, a torrential wind and rain shattered a pool of late autumn remnants. The withered yellow, only Xiao Suo remains.

The sky was slightly bright, and Uncle Nine closed his robe and covered Zi Mo's mottled body with a quilt.

"I know you'll never forgive me, but I don't regret it. Fingers slid down Zimo's face to her chin, lowered her head and sneered, "It's not a woman, don't look for death." ”

Hearing this, Xiao Zimo's empty eyes overflowed with anger and vitality, even if it was deep hatred, it was darker than ashes, which made Gao Zhan breathe a sigh of relief.

Gao Zhan smiled, straightened his robe and turned around to leave, but he was suddenly grabbed by the man on the bed, and his strength was as hard as iron tongs.

When he turned around, it was Chang Gong who half-sat up and pulled him back to the bed with one hand.

As soon as the two approached, Gao Zhan's throat was in Zi Mo's hands. The strength grew, and green tendons stood on Gao Zhan's neck.

He had never seen Chang Gong's expression so ruthless, and he was surprised to think that Chang Gong might really end him, but he smiled sadly and closed his eyes in resignation.

Xiao Zimo didn't see Gao Zhan's fear, but he only had a calm expression of indifferent death, and the anger in his chest was even more intense, his bones were white, and he increased his strength every minute.

She had nothing on her mind at the moment. I didn't think about how to deal with the aftermath of killing this person, I didn't think about the grievances and hatreds between the two, there were not a lot of past events like water, intertwined into a torrent, and there was no Gao Cheng's father's teachings and the rise and fall of Gaofu's honor and disgrace. Yes, but it is just anger and hatred that erupts from the thin.

Why did love and thoughts turn into a sword and burn herself to the fire? This is also love, so she would rather end there.

Gao Zhan's lips were pale, and he couldn't breathe.

He already had asthma, so his whole face was completely bloodied, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

The skin touched by Xiao Zimo's palm was slowly becoming cold, and the skin without a trace of blood was not at all the bright color after being dyed with the love tide last night, pale and lonely, like the ice field by the Lishui River, dying.

"Chang Gong... Uncle Nine is tired, let Uncle Nine rest。。。。。。 Zi Mo's mind was originally vast, but what slowly emerged was the picture of the two of them embracing each other by the Lishui River.

At that time, she thought that Uncle Nine's hug was no different from her father's, so when she returned to the camp, she found that her robe was wet, and she thought that the snow had fallen from a tree branch.

"Uncle Jiu, since you were tired at that time, why bother to be so persistent?!, why do you have to do everything?!" Xiao Zimo's eyes were red, and tears flowed into her mouth, so salty。。。。。。

Uncle Nine naturally couldn't speak, he seemed to have heard Zimo's words, but he didn't seem to hear them, he opened his eyes slightly in a blur, Chang Gong was crying, he made his most beloved Chang Gong cry。。。。。。 It really deserves it, it really deserves it. Gao Zhan, Gao Zhan, your cold and iron-sharp temperament is not worthy of love.

Gao Zhan's eyes darkened, he lowered his head and closed his eyes.

Xiao Zimo looked at the face covered by wisps of green silk, his eyebrows and eyes were lowered, and he was not angry, so he quickly withdrew his hand from his neck as if he had woken up from a nightmare. She withdrew her hand that was holding Uncle Jiu's throat, Gao Zhan's whole body leaned forward and then pressed straight against Xiao Zimo's body, motionless.

Xiao Zimo's heart was beating very clearly, and the voice was so loud that it seemed to jump out of her chest.

She is not soft-hearted, but such a scene where Uncle Nine is too much like Gao Cheng's father who was assassinated and carried home and put in the coffin.

A pale face, pursed lips, and eyes that never opened again, no matter how much they called.

Zi Mo stiffly put his hand on Uncle Jiu's body, as if exploring something, and shouted in a daze: "Uncle Jiu。。。。。。 Uncle Nine?"

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At noon, Xiao Wan was called back to Gaofu early last night by his mother, and the eldest brother was greedy for a cup because he was too happy, and he was still drunk everywhere when he returned home, so he had no time to care about when Zimo returned to Gaofu.

"What? Changgong hasn't come back yet?" Xiaowan ran to the side courtyard, and when he saw Zheng Er with a sad face, he realized that his fourth brother did not return at night.

"yes, yes, my brother has never been like this, I'm so worried. Zheng Er twisted the corners of her clothes, more anxious than Cui Niang on the side.

"Oh, I said Zheng'er, the prince is going to see the new Lanling Palace, what is there to worry about? Maybe it's because the palace is too magnificent, so try to live by yourself first, live well, and take us over!" Cui Niang thought that she didn't have to live the days under the fence anymore and was very happy, although there are three highnesses here who often take care of it, but after all, she looks at people's faces everywhere.

When Gao Xiaowan heard this, his heart was even more panicked. He was a long-term son-in-law, but he didn't even know that the mansion under construction at Fengyang Gate was the palace of his fourth brother. After the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, the emperor said that this was a reward for Changgong, but it is said that from buying the land to appointing craftsmen to build it, it was arranged by Uncle Jiu. King Changguang's henchmen and the ministers of the central department of civil engineering all knew about it, so they frequently congratulated on the way to the palace to the banquet, knowing that his fourth brother wanted to be independent. Only he, as well as the rest of the longhouse, were kept in the dark.

Gao Zhan's strategy was really clever, and he knew that Chang Gong was concerned about Gaofu, so he gave him a house and let him leave here. Chang Gong left, and naturally responded to the previous rumors about his fourth brother tending to be inflammatory, and he was good at clinging, so Chang Gong was afraid that he would have a dislike with his brothers in the family.

"I'm going to look for him and come back. Hyowan flicked his sleeves and pulled his legs out of the room.

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