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A few days ago, on Ye Qiu'er's birthday, he spent three months carving a white rabbit and giving her a gift. But when he came to the door, he flinched, and on a moonlit and starry night, he lingered in front of her door for half the night, and finally did not take that step. He sometimes doesn't dare to show too much of his sincerity, thinking that if he disguises himself as an indifferent appearance, no one can hurt him.

But he knew that he had fallen.

He likes Ye Qiu'er very much, he has never liked someone so much in his life.

The breeze blew, and Ye Qiu'er's face turned red.

After the two came out of the cliff, Nangong Fuchen began to move around actively, contacting some people in the court and plotting to seize the throne.

Ye Qiu'er was terrified, he had no backstage, no background, if he didn't succeed in winning the position, he was afraid that the end would be even worse. Ye Qiu'er bit her lip, looked at Nangong Fuchen, who had sharp eyes and generous statements, and made a decision: she wanted to stand by his side and protect him with her life.

He sacrificed too much for her and lost too much, and she had to pay back everything she owed him. Or, she no longer knows if she's just doing it to change her presence.

He wanted the throne, and she did everything she could to pave the way for him.

Although Ye Qiu'er has not learned swordsmanship since childhood, she is extremely intelligent, and with her hard work over the years, she has become an alumnus. With her help, you can get twice the result with half the effort.

It was the first time he hugged her, so hard, so affectionate: "Qiu'er, don't worry." If I be king, you will be queen. ”

She leaned into his arms, listened to his powerful heartbeat, and instinctively wanted to push him away, but there was an indescribable strangeness in her heart.

Since then, Ye Qiu'er has become Nangong Fuchen's sharpest knife.

Whoever he wants, Ye Qiu'er can probe and harvest someone's head. In just three months, the people who took refuge in support of Nangong Fuchen were overwhelming. Along the way, she didn't ask whether it was right or wrong, whether it was right or wrong, her hands were full of blood, but she was willing.

On the day of staying in the imperial city, Nangong Fuchen took her hand and came to the highest palace. With a view of the houses on Long Street, he said to her, "One more step, and I'll win." Qiu'er, I'm going to give you the best in the world. ”

The best of all in the world? Ye Qiu'er stood side by side with him, looking at the desolate capital, for a moment of sadness, what is the best? All she wanted was to repay his kindness and leave in style. But now I suddenly understand that there is no going back.

Then, in the next life, let's go to hell together. In this life, as long as she still has a breath, she will not hesitate to go to the soup for him.

However, things were far from being as simple as Ye Qiu'er thought.

It was the last battle that smashed Huang Long, and he was already so strong that he didn't need to rely on Ye Qiu'er to kill his enemies. The generals under Nangong Fuchen put pressure on him one after another, saying that Ye Qiu'er was too weird, there was nothing in the world that could trap her, and if she was left in the world, I was afraid that it would be detrimental to the throne in the future.

Nangong Fuchen was furious: "Whoever dares to touch her, I will kill her." ”

Ye Qiu'er heard it outside the house, and the corners of her lips were slightly hooked. She thought it was time for him to let her go. However, I didn't expect that everything that day was beyond Ye Qiu'er's imagination.

That night, the moon was like water, the sound of insects was bursting, and the surroundings were quiet.

Nangong Fuchen and Ye Qiu'er sat in the star-picking tower and watched the stars, in the past few months, they were born and died, and they were rarely as intimate as they are now. There was a faint sandalwood on his body, Ye Qiu'er saw that he hadn't spoken, and he was also thinking about how to say this lightly.

Unexpectedly, Nangong Fuchen looked at the stars in the sky, looked at her faintly and smiled: "Qiu'er, if I have to hurt you, you have to believe that I really love you." ”

Ye Qiu'er remembered his words in the tent and smiled slightly: "In this world, anyone can hurt me, but you won't." Nangong Fuchen, you are my most trusted person...... However, I don't want you to be embarrassed, the generals are right, I'm here, and I won't do you any good......" The latter words drowned in a sudden kiss.

His lips were unexpectedly a little cold, and a faint bitter taste spread between his lips and teeth.

Ye Qiu'er's eyes widened suddenly, her whole body was like an electric current passing through, and her mind was blank. She looked at his handsome face, the moist corners of her eyes, and for a moment her heart was like a drum. The sky was full of stars, and the huge imperial city seemed to have become the most beautiful picture in Ye Qiu'er's memory. But the smell ...... Ye Qiu'er was shocked in her heart, and there was a wry smile in her heart. After all, he chose to make her disappear for his own sake.

That night, she allowed herself to sleep in his arms, but when she opened her eyes again, everything changed.

Nangong Fuchen sat in front of the bed, took a black pill and said to her: "This is the antidote, it can inhibit the poison of thyme, eat it quickly." ”

The poison of thyme can inhibit people's martial arts and is extremely toxic. There is only one antidote in this world, hidden in the palace and the imperial pharmacy. Within a year, if he can't claim the title of emperor and take out the antidote, he is afraid that she will definitely die.

Listening to his unfazed voice, she barely managed to get up on the bed, but found herself weak. Thinking of that kiss again, she suddenly realized that it was he who had set a gentle trap for her to get into stupidly. Ye Qiu'er seems to be used to it. only nodded lightly: "I didn't expect that compared to your country, I am insignificant after all." ”

At that moment, a heart suddenly hurt heartbreakingly.

She has no martial arts, like a captive beast. Nangong Fuchen felt distressed for a while, he had red eyes, and walked over step by step with the medicine. Ye Qiu'er resisted desperately, and between pushing, she "snapped" and slapped Nangong Fuchen in the face.

For a moment, both of them were stunned. Nangong Fuchen had to order someone to catch her, put the medicine in his mouth, and feed her mouth-to-mouth.

The moment the medicine was swallowed into her abdomen, Ye Qiu'er closed her eyes in despair and shed two lines of tears.

"Qiu'er, give me another year, and I will make you happy."

Ye Qiu'er turned her back to him, leaned against the wall with her knees hugged, and did not speak. After a long time, Nangong Fuchen sighed, and barely squeezed out a smile on his stiff face: "Qiu'er, now, I will first wronged you to stay in the Purple Mountain Courtyard." When I take the throne, I will pick you up immediately. ”

Ye Qiu'er was imprisoned in the Purple Mountain Courtyard for seven months in the blink of an eye.

The purple iris swayed in the wind, she was wearing a navy blue dress, holding her face and sitting on the steps in front of the door, the breeze and the moon, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, only belonged to her.

A person's waiting, a person's loneliness. After a long time, she heard that it took a lot of effort for Nangong Fuchen to be the emperor. Eradicate dissidents, kill old ministers, and bleed thousands of feet. The crowd did not dare to disobey him.

On the day he ascended the throne, it was very lively, with gongs and drums. She was so far away that she faintly heard the celebration.

But month after month, he didn't come. Those promises of glory, wealth, affection, and white-headed suddenly became unattainable. Ye Qiu'er never expected that, but she had to say that an emperor could change so much for the sake of power.

Yu Feng bit a dog's tail grass, lay lazily under the porch with his arms on his pillow, and smiled: "I said Qiu'er, he doesn't want you anyway, it's better for you to marry me." ”

"Huh" a sword shot, if he hadn't flashed fast, I'm afraid he would have become a hedgehog now.

"If you dare to talk nonsense, I'll cut your tongue out."

"Qiu'er, women, you have to be gentle to have a man's love." As soon as the words fell, Yu Feng knew that he was about to flee again.

His acquaintance with Ye Qiu'er was neither thrilling nor special, and even a little bloody.

The name of the flower thief is well-known in the rivers and lakes. Ten years after his debut, whether male or female, there are only people who are not beautiful, and there are no flowers that he can't pick. With his proud record, he has almost become a terrifying figure for the beauties of the entire Cloud Wilderness Country.

Just look at the refreshing one

(Tianjin)