The night is low, and the light moon is bright. Great literature

Murong Yichuan Haosheng comforted Ping'er, and after dinner, he discussed some things with Tianjue, and saw that the hour was not early, so he walked towards the Funing Hall alone, the faint moonlight dragged his long shadow, and the two delicate eyebrows were twisted into pimples at some point, which made people feel a little distressed. Murong Yichuan once wanted to snatch the throne slowly, but after so many things, his mind changed, he wanted to pull the emperor off the throne immediately, and sit in that position himself, he wanted to kill the emperor and seize the throne, but he also wanted to leave a name for eternity, so he had to arrange a qiē very carefully, and he must make the world think that the throne belonged to me, and it was definitely not robbed, so he had to make a very careful plan, every step he took must be step by step, and he must not take a wrong step, We must not allow the slightest mistake to be missed.

Like a quiet war gate, the hazy moonlight sprinkled all over the quiet courtyard, the occasional wind blew to rustle the sycamore leaves, like a moving song, seeing that the month is about to end, for Wanruo this is the longest month, she really wants to go out and breathe fresh air, but she can't, she can't let him worry about himself in willfulness, she controls his every move, he will know, he is tired enough, why should he add to his worries, at this time, Wanru will think about Murong Yichuan wholeheartedly, Although he still longs to return to the life of a peaceful mountain village husband and idle clouds and wild cranes, but since he can only be appointed, he used to be full of resentment about such a life, feeling like a prison bird trapped in a cage, eager to fly in the sky, but after so many ups and downs, she is no longer resentful, and began to adapt to this rich life, as long as she can stay by his side, she feels happy, she is sure that now they have love for each other, It is difficult to leave in this life, and she wants to be affectionate with him on the other side. Great literature

"What are you doing standing here?" As if cranky, a slightly majestic voice broke the silence, "I, I think there's a little bit of stuffiness in the room. It's like a subconscious answer.

Murong Yichuan grabbed her slender wrist and pulled her closer to the room, "Do you know that you can't be blown by the wind when you're still in confinement." Murong Yichuan reproached.

As if he knew that he felt sorry for himself, his heart warmed, and he smiled softly, "The confinement will be done soon, and besides, I'm just standing at the door, and there is no wind, so I don't need to make such a fuss, and I'm not made of paper, so it's not so delicate." ”

Under the dim light, there was a light breeze on that face, Murong Yichuan squeezed Wanruo's hand fiercely, and grinned as if he was hurting too hard, "Why are you still so willful, I think the imperial doctor also told you that if you don't do well in confinement, you will fall ill, and this king doesn't want his future queen to be a sick person." Although Murong Yichuan felt sorry for her, he still had a straight face.

The corners of Wanruo's mouth turned up slightly, his hand slowly pulled out, and he stepped forward to hug Yi Chuan's neck and said gently; "Okay, okay, don't be angry, the concubine can't know it's wrong."

"That's pretty much it." Murong Yichuan likes to look like he is showing weakness to himself and being coquettish with himself, and then his face becomes gentle, and under the light, he is more and more beautiful. Great literature

It was as if letting go of Murong Yichuan, and then lifted the teapot to a bowl of tea and handed it to him with both hands, "You really know how to pick the time, this ginseng tea is just right to drink this time, drink it quickly." "It's like knowing that he has a lot of opportunities every day, and his body is overdrawn, so every night as long as he comes, he will let Chunhong prepare the tea in advance and wait, unless he informs himself in advance that he will not come tonight.

After King Fu finished drinking the ginseng tea, he pulled Wanruo to the bedroom, "Yichuan, is there something going on in the palace?" As if she asked with concern while removing her makeup, she saw that King Fu had been frowning and looked worried, so she asked.

King Fu gently carried the incense on his shoulders with both hands and muttered for a long time before he said; "Hey; There is indeed something wrong, I didn't want you to know, but since you asked so, I don't want to hide it, it's about the Sha Boliu who is looking for Ning Yulian, Ping'er and Tianjue They arrested that guy to the palace, I heard that he is good at medicine and martial arts, so I want to take him in. "This is a good thing, our palace is now the time to employ people, but I think you should be cautious about the fact that Sabelio is a western down," as if pinching the comb, his eyes fell on the dressing mirror on the opposite side and reminded him silently, King Fu paused and continued; Your worries are justified, but Sha Boliu and Ping'er knew each other a few months ago, and fell in love with her at first sight, so he knew that Ping'er wanted to kill him many times, but he was still obsessed with her, and actually cut off one of his fingers himself in order to prove his determination. “

"How so?" It was as if hearing that Sha Boliu actually cut off his finger for the sake of Ping'er, and suddenly she was frightened, and her thin body trembled slightly, she didn't expect that there would be such an extreme person in the world, and she was willing to harm herself for the sake of someone who had met for a short time and stood on the opposite side of herself, which was really a bit incredible.

Murong Yichuan gently put Wanruo Lou into his arms, and his slender fingers stroked her smooth face, "This scene is indeed a bit bloody, and this guy's work is indeed a bit extreme," and then Murong Yichuan told Wanruo how he coerced and lured Sha Boliu and how Ping'er sacrificed himself to promise his family.

As if she was very surprised after listening to what Murong Yichuan said, she was a little sad that he wanted to use his life experience to make a deal with Na Sabelio, in order to achieve his goal, he did not hesitate to use his dearest and most loved person as a chess piece, I don't know how much weight he has in his heart? But thinking about Ping'er's willingness to gamble on the happiness of the rest of his life for him, it seems that he can't help but feel sad for Ping'er, feel worthless, is it worth sacrificing his happiness for someone who doesn't love you at all? However, life is infatuated, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon. As if she understood Ping'er's sacrifice, she couldn't help but secretly give Ping'er a thumbs up in her heart, she didn't expect that she would love so purely, so disregardful, thinking that she might not be able to do this as his wife.

"Ikawa; If Ping'er can't fall in love with Sabriel, I beg you, don't let her marry no matter what, okay? It was as if he was talking to the service with a little pleading, and his eyes flashed with crystal.

King Fu said without hesitation; "Of course, Ping'er has sacrificed enough."

"Yi Chuan, if my sacrifice can be exchanged for the throne for you, will you sacrifice me too?" Wanruo's tone was a little sad, tears were falling uncontrollably, she didn't know why she was asking such a question, but she wanted to know how important she was in his heart.

Murong Yichuan's eyebrows raised slightly when he heard this, there was a trace of coldness in his deep eyes, and his hand twisted Wanruo's face fiercely, "It's as if you call this king who you are?" How can you ask such a question, you disappoint me so much. "King Fu's heart hurts, it hurts because she doesn't understand her heart, although the country is important, but if she is not by her side, even if she owns the whole world, what is the point, if you can let go of her, then last autumn before the emperor's sickbed, I would have agreed to the deal, and let it be like giving it to the emperor, and I would be able to face the south and back to the north in the future, and sit on the country, so when the emperor raised this question, he would not be angry at the crown. If you don't wield the war dragon sword in front of the emperor, then you won't go to South Vietnam to rush to the chessboard meeting, and you will almost die in nine lives.

Murong Yichuan pushed out of his arms because of his disappointment, "No, Yichuan, I didn't mean that really, don't be angry, I swear that I will never ask again, and I will never doubt the relationship between us again, I swear, I swear." As if knowing that his suspicion hurt him, thinking about what he had done for himself, how could he doubt him and hurt him like this, when his body wanted to leave his arms, it seemed to snuggle his body tightly into his arms, which meant that tears fell disobediently.

Under the light, in the face of the pear blossoms, Murong Yichuan's cold heart slowly softened, thinking that maybe she was too insecure, whether she had recovered her memories or not, and the past was an indelible pain in her heart, and it was because of her love for Xuanxuan that she had deeply hurt her heart.