The Imperial Palace, the Cabinet of the Concubine's Bedroom

An intermittent cough sounded behind the bed curtain, and he walked with steady and fast steps, and the bright yellow figure lifted the bed curtain in a flash and sat down on the bed.

"Why do you cough so badly? Didn't you get a royal doctor for a broken intestine? The emperor's voice sounded with concern in his coldness.

"No, no. Concubines are just old problems. Your Majesty, the concubine just felt stuffy in her chest, that child, I miss him so much, weishenme He just doesn't want to come to see me? How many times have you been? The concubine has lost count of the invitations, but he refused, you say, did Luo Zhiheng say anything to the concubine in front of him? A weak, staccato voice rang out, and there was a distinctly suppressed grief and crying in it.

The emperor's side face line was very soft, and he said softly: "Qingya, don't think about it, you also know that Luo Zhiheng is not in good health now and is still in a coma, the little prince naturally wants to protect her, where can she give up?" Wait a few more days, when Luo Zhiheng's physical condition is better, let's let them enter the palace, at that time, I'm afraid that they won't be able to find any reason to refuse, so they can't even leave without meeting your own sister, right? What's more, your ancestors are also here, and Mr. Tong is a sensible person who will persuade them. ”

"Is that so?" Mu Qingya's fluttering voice was filled with disbelief and hope: "I miss him so much, I only met him once when he was a child, so cute and smart, he will call me sister in a milky voice, I hold it in my arms, I feel that this child is like my own child, he and our son are only one year old......"

Mu Qingya's voice suddenly disappeared, and there was a dead silence in the palace of Nuoda. Occasionally, the wind blows, blowing all kinds of red curtains, which will make people feel a sense of poignancy and horror.

The emperor's lips pursed, and after a while, he said in a difficult voice: "Still can't you put it down?" After all, Ruiel has been gone for so many years. ”

Mu Qingya suddenly said in an extremely sad, gloomy and trembling voice: "Fourteen years! Ruier died at the age of four, and it has been 14 years since then. Your Majesty, can you remember it clearly? I'm afraid that you're busy with state affairs, so you don't remember it for a long time, right? But the concubine remembered, remembered so clearly, even after fourteen years of time, even after fourteen years of suffering, the concubine still remembered every scene of that day clearly. The concubine still remembers the horror on Rui'er's face when she died, and the eyes that look like you are wide open and your little face is bruised! The concubine can't forget it, it's the nightmare of the concubine's life. ”

The emperor has been struck by lightning!

Suddenly hugged her into his arms, but he could no longer find the gentle and lovely kind woman in his arms, some were just cold and desperate!

"Qingya, as long as you take care of your body, we will still have children." These words were tantamount to self-deception, but the emperor still said it. A husband and wife for a hundred days, and a thousand years of cultivation to sleep together. The affection between them is not a span of fourteen years, nor is it a desperate situation in which they lost their son, but a husband and wife relationship of nearly twenty years. Maybe it had nothing to do with love at first, just young ignorance and ignorance. But so far, nothing can be done, but to keep moving forward, because when I look back, it hurts too much.

"Why should the emperor deceive himself? If we could, we would have it a long time ago. When Rui'er was born, the concubine was nine deaths, and finally picked up a life, but got a result that she couldn't have children for life, but the emperor, the concubine didn't complain at that time, really didn't complain. Because the concubine has you and Rui'er in this life, it is enough. It is enough for the concubine to guard the two men I love the most in my life. It's just weishenme, weishenme God wants to take away my only bone and blood? He was only four years old, and she was still a child who didn't understand anything, and she died in my arms like that, do you know how much pain I had? ”

"I understand, I understand. So Qingya must be stronger, for Rui'er to live well, he is a sensible and well-behaved child, and he must also hope that his mother can live happily and happily. Then it was all an accident, didn't you say that it had been put down? Shall we let go of the past? There was a kind of harshness in the emperor's deep voice, and he didn't know whether he was comforting Mu Qingya or himself.

"Accident? Yes, it was an accident, it was an accident......" Mu Qingya's side face snuggled in the emperor's arms, stiff, lonely, poignant, haze! Murmuring and lowering her eyes, she fell into a long silence.

The person who licks his wounds alone in the years will never understand the warmth of the daylight, so he gradually glooms, swallowed up by the darkness, and can no longer walk out of the dark and cold shijie. She is smiling on the surface, but her heart is bleeding, who knows?

"Your Majesty, concubine...... I miss my mother. After a while, Mu Qingya said slowly and called her long-lost mother. It's just that her mother's scream made her eyes dry and she couldn't shed a little tear, and the scream was so stiff and erratic, as if a name squeezed between her lips and teeth could easily kill her.

The emperor's body stiffened, since Rui'er passed away, how long has it been since he heard Mu Qingya talk about his mother? Once, her mother was the most perfect and gentle mother in Mu Qingya's mind when she was young, and Mu Qingya loved her mother more than her husband. But Mu Qingya's love and hate are as intense!

Even if she never said it, the emperor was sensitive to the fact that Mu Qingya's life seemed to have disappeared from her mother's existence overnight. Since she returned from visiting relatives in the Mu Dynasty, she has brought back not only Rui'er's untimely death and corpse, but also the past and grief that have been completely buried.

Naturally, I also brought back a broken intestine!

"Okay, I can order someone to arrange to take your mother to the Southern Dynasty." The emperor said gloomily. There are some things, it's not that he doesn't suspect it, it's just that Mu Qingya doesn't say a word, so he can't interfere without permission, because this is his reward for Mu Qingya. So even if the answer was in the distant Mu Dynasty, he still chose to ignore it when he was within his reach.

"Let the broken intestine fetch it, after all, where he came from." Mu Qingya hugged the emperor tighter, it seemed that only in this way could she not be afraid and not be lonely. But only she knew that this was the case, so that she could not let the emperor discover the hatred and madness in her eyes.

A haze flashed in the emperor's eyes. Broken intestines, the name of the vampire-like eunuch, followed Mu Qingya to the Southern Dynasty when Rui'er died, and since then he has appeared in Mu Qingya's shijie, staying for fourteen years, and it seems that he will be with him for a lifetime.

"If you like, let him go." The emperor said indifferently, and then ordered: "Come in with broken intestines." ”

Nalan Daibai pushed the door in, he knelt on the ground respectfully, his pale face had a more terrifying color than a dead man, but his lips were as red as blood: "Slave/Only here." ”

"You go to the Mu Dynasty to pick up the mother of the concubine Niangniang to come to the Southern Dynasty, remember, the faster the better, just say that the concubine Niangniang misses her." The emperor's cold and sharp gaze fell on Nalan Daibai's body, like a knife.

Nalan Daibai glanced up at Mu Qingya suddenly, and then quickly drooped down, hiding a trace of consternation in his eyes. Said respectfully: "The slave / only obeys." ”

Half a month passed in a blink of an eye, and a full fifteen days passed anxiously in people's different moods.

The emperor's various last time they entered the palace of the king of the world like flowing water, and in various names, they were rewarded to Mu Yunhe and Luo Zhiheng, and naturally there were also noble concubines who were rewarded. But they didn't let Mu Yunhe Luo Zhiheng enter the palace easily.

Mu Yunhe still stayed in the Southern Dynasty, the reason was very simple, Tong Lao said to him lightly: "Luo Zhiheng is not suitable for moving at all now, and the little prince can guarantee that in the middle of the way, Luo Zhiheng will not have any accidents?" If that arm really had an accident because of the bumps in the road, wouldn't you be sad and regretful? ”

is such a sentence that made Mu Yunhe put down all his burdens and willingly stayed and waited for Luo Zhiheng's injury to improve.

And Luo Zhiheng was naturally not in a hurry to leave after waking up, she was bound to wait for the World King and the Poison Saint to come to detoxify Mu Yunhe. For coquettishness, where is Mu Yunhe's opponent of Luo Zhiheng, not to mention that Mu Yunhe now treats Luo Zhiheng as an eyeball, and he has to feel sorry and blame himself for a long time when he bumps into it, how can he bear to see her unhappy? So I would rather be humiliated and stay with a smile.

In the past half a month, the Southern Dynasty has become crazy and popular with a kind of song and dance, which is danced in a narrated and whispered way, and the degree of popularity is simply amazing. And the other kind of popularity is tantamount to painting, a shocking method of painting, and the task of painting is simply groundbreaking.

However, people just saw a little bit of Luo Zhiheng's talent, where can it be regarded as proficient, singing, dancing and painting have become nondescript, but Luo Zhiheng's value is higher, and now the name Luo Zhiheng is valuable, and Luo Zhiheng's paintings are even more priceless, and a painting is hard to find. The writers and aristocrats, the talented men and women who pursue the elegance of the vassals of the wind and the snow, all stretched their necks and waited for Luo Zhiheng, and invisibly formed a situation of waiting for Luo Zhiheng Mobao.

In the past half a month, the Southern Dynasties have become more lively than ever, and they are also more dangerous than ever, and there are hidden mysteries. Merchants and tourists from various countries came one after another in the Southern Dynasties, and everyone seemed to be very ordinary, but everyone came with a purpose under the close supervision of the emperors and pharaohs of the Southern Dynasty.

It's nothing more than for Mu Yunhe!

Even if you want to keep it, the big secret of the divination priest is still leaked. After all, there are more than 100,000 people on the field, and the rumors can spread to many places in half a month, and knowledgeable people can naturally guess what, and naturally they will not miss the existence of this legend. As a result, it invisibly promoted another grand event since the founding of the Southern Dynasties, and it was really a gathering of heroes and heroes in the world.

Under the noise and excitement on the surface, it is turbulent.

Mu Yunhe knew, and Luo Zhiheng also knew, but the two of them were now in the stage of recuperation, and nothing else had anything to do with them. After experiencing a series of things, the two of them enjoyed a rare comfort and purity.

Mrs. Huoyun's medical skills are really good, and she treated Luo Zhiheng very well, and now Luo Zhiheng has no problem taking some light things, and the wound on her shoulder blade is also healing very well, Mrs. Huoyun said that she will be cured in a month, and Luo Zhiheng will be able to do it in five or six days.

Mu Yunhe's body was also forced by Luo Zhiheng to get some improvement in Mrs. Huoyun's conditioning, but it never improved much. The pharaohs seem to be smiling every day, and Luo Zhiheng is also crooked with Mu Yunhe every day, but everyone is anxious under their smiles.

Because the Poison Saint hasn't even arrived yet. The king of the world did not get out, Luo Zhiheng was not in a hurry, after all, the king of the world gave a deadline, and he would definitely come out in a month at the latest. But what about the Poison Saint? The world said that this old guy was an old poison with a strange temper, and some people also said that if they met this old guy, they might die if they didn't speak and just looked at him, and they would be poisoned. Few people can dominate him, but the king of Weishenme can? As the poison saint disappeared day by day, Luo Zhiheng sometimes even wondered, is the king deceiving her?

"Why are you frowning? What's uncomfortable? The body was suddenly surrounded from behind, and the slender arms had no muscles, but Luo Zhiheng felt very relieved and powerful. It is a familiar taste and a crisp sound.

Luo Zhiheng's eyes blinked, all the bad emotions disappeared, she twisted her body and said, "The back wound is a little itchy, you scratch it for me." ”

"No, your wound is scabbing now, and if you scratch it, you'll get a scar. Bear with me. The cold voice is Mu Yunhe's unique cold arrogance, but it is inextricably linked with warmth and carefulness.

Luo Zhiheng pouted and glared, and turned her head to look at him: "I'm itchy, don't you catch me!" ”

Mu Yunhe's cold eyes flashed with a star-like broken smile, which was extremely charming. Looking at her like this, Mu Yunhe could feel that she was real, no longer so cold and trembling body, no longer covered in blood and dazzling.

The complexion is ruddy, the eyes are bright, the momentum is amazing, and the teeth are sharp. His Ah Heng is back!

couldn't help but hold her slippery face, and kissed her plump lips heavily, with urgency, lingering, with palpitations of shock and full of pity and joy, his complex emotions were completely revealed in this fiery but not deep kiss, the messy breath was unstable, but there was a lingering and delicate seduction.

Luo Zhiheng was fascinated by his occasional domineering, her clear eyes suddenly became hazy, her face gradually became more and more red, and she was breathed by his kiss, and her arm involuntarily climbed up to his shoulder, slowly deepening the kiss.

Mu Yunhe didn't look anxious, teasing her, occasionally kissing her heavily, hating to stop her breathing, so that she could only concentrate like an oxygen-deficient fish and rely only on him to pass on her nourishment. But occasionally he seemed to leave her lips shallowly, pecked and kissed her gently, and refused to give her when she couldn't help but want to. 17Gn3。

Mu Yunhe has undoubtedly changed. It has become more complex and difficult to understand, more profound and fascinating, and more controllable and domineering. Luo Zhiheng is in his hands, he is a fish that cannot escape his control, and he can survive carefree by swimming in his pond water, and if he wants to leave him, don't even think about dying.

"Hmm." She finally opened her eyes dissatisfied, and glared at him with a snort, her eyes were as misty as mist, delicate and cute.

Mu Yunhe couldn't help but put the kiss on her beautiful eyes, and the warm lips and tongue fell on her eyes, and the fog inside was sweet. He couldn't help but chuckle, and the low, shallow laughter resonated with his chest, low and pleasant.

"Laughing at what?" Luo Zhiheng finally found out about his carelessness and the abuse in his eyes, blushing and gritting his teeth, pretending to be fierce and angry. 16607509

"Do you like me kissing you so much? It turns out that the rumor that Ah Heng is a little pervert is true. Mu Yunhe laughed and abused her, and took the lead in grabbing her arm with foresight, so that she couldn't resist for a while.

But suddenly wow, wow, and screamed: "It hurts! It hurts, it hurts me! ”

With these few words, Mu Yunhe's face turned pale, and he hurriedly took away his hand and hugged her carefully, and said in a cold and nervous voice: "It hurts?" Then you dare to make a fuss! Do you want to call Lady Huoyun? ”

"Are you reprimanding me or do you feel sorry for me?" Luo Zhiheng looked at Mu Yunhe with tears in her eyes and asked pitifully. But the sly smile that appeared in his eyes was so obvious.

Mu Yunhe knew that he had been fooled at a glance, pinched her face, and said with a cold and arrogant expression: "Don't you see it?" This king dislikes you, and he dislikes you to death. Distressed? You wait for the next life. ”

Luo Zhiheng hurriedly shouted in pain, and there was a tendency to roll all over the bed, so he rolled and howled: "It hurts me to death, Mu Yunhe dislikes me, little white-eyed wolf, I want to abandon the chaff, I don't want to live." ”

She vividly portrayed a shrew crying, tearing her throat open and crying, and slamming the bed board with her right hand. She is so vivid entirely because of her bandit second sister-in-law, the first quarrel with the second brother, the second sister-in-law designated to cry like this, and brought everyone crying to see the fun, and then the second brother couldn't stand it, so he would scold the second sister-in-law angrily, so as to show his masculinity. But the second sister-in-law will cry even louder, to die or live, to carry the child to jump into the well, the second brother will be so frightened every time that he hurriedly carries his wife back to the house and coaxes and tricks.

Mu Yunhe looked at Luo Zhiheng like this and felt fresh and interesting, how could a girl cry into this virtue? It's just ...... There is a loss of decency.

But put it on Luo Zhiheng, Mu Yunhe felt as if he was fascinated that Ah Heng looked good.

Luo Zhiheng howled for a while, and she didn't see Mu Yunhe and her second brother coaxing her, she quietly opened one eye to look at him, and saw that he looked at her with a smile for a long time, she didn't blush, nor did she have a sense of embarrassment that was exposed, but pondered. Could it be that she didn't cry loud enough? Didn't bring someone else? So Mu Yunhe won't be as scared as the second brother?

Mu Yunhe has changed a lot in this time, especially making her feel a little ungraspable. Sometimes she thinks under the guidance of Mu Yunhe, this is not good, how can her dignified female bandit be defeated in the hands of a little white rabbit? The dominant power must be recovered, and Mu Yunhe must be taken down and the simple and cute little He He from before must be recovered.

Luo Zhiheng made up her mind, so she pulled her neck and howled: "Ah! I'm not alive anymore! I'm going to jump into a well with my baby! ”

The door was suddenly pushed open, and the person who rushed in was already nervous, and when he heard that he was going to jump into the well with the child in his arms, he was even more frightened and stumbled and almost tripped over the threshold.

Murong Xianxue stabilized her body, raised her head, and looked at the two beautiful people who were hugging each other on the bed with blushing faces, she was not shy at all, but asked strangely: "Luo Zhiheng, whose child are you going to jump into the well with your arms?" ”

Luo Zhiheng stopped howling all of a sudden, and coughed when asked by Murong Xianxue's questioning. She buried her face in Mu Yunhe's arms all of a sudden, she lost her dead, how could she forget that she had no children, how could she take out this line of her second sister-in-law?

Feeling the chest with his cheeks clinging to it vibrating, and a magnetic laughter sounded above his head, Luo Zhiheng lightly hammered Mu Yunhe. Is schadenfreude happy? She's ashamed, how good does your face look?

"What the hell are you two doing? Crying and fussing. Murong Xianxue asked curiously.

"It's nothing, it's just ...... Ah Heng is afraid that this king will abandon her, the 'wife of the chaff', and make trouble with this king here. Mu Yunhe's words revealed a sense of alienation and coldness, but the corners of his mouth were raised, and there was a gentle care in his lowered gaze that only Luo Zhiheng deserved.

"Dregs? Luo Zhiheng, you are really a nymphomaniac, and the interpretation of the meaning of the words is buried under the face of a beautiful man, right? You dare to use the chaff on yourself, it's just wrong, and I'm too lazy to pay attention to you. After Murong Xianxue said with disdain, she turned her head and left, it seemed that it was too embarrassing to have a friend like Luo Zhiheng.

Mu Yunhe's shallow smile aroused Luo Zhiheng's itchy gaze.

"You're all the fault." She said hatefully, but her psychological face burst into tears, as soon as the second sister-in-law of Weishenme said that she was a bad wife, she would be able to get the sympathy, mercy and help of others? Why was she so despised by Murong Xianxue? Is she a bad character, or is she careless in making friends?

"What did I do to you? It's you who said it yourself! Also, this king also wants to know, whose child are you going to take to jump into the well? Mu Yunhe squinted, and there was drama and clarity in his eyes.

"Anyway, I don't have it myself, grab a child and jump into a well." Luo Zhiheng is in no mood to act.

Mu Yunhe was silent for a moment, then his big hand gently fell on her lower abdomen, and his lips were pressed to her ear and asked her softly, with a confused atmosphere: "Ah Heng, if you give birth to a child, is the child here?" ”

The palace sat on the concubine. Luo Zhiheng's body stiffened, she looked at Mu Yunhe suddenly, a trace of shyness flashed in her eyes, but more fear and resistance.

Just because you don't have some problems doesn't mean they don't exist. Luo Zhiheng wholeheartedly wants Mu Yunhe to get better, from the beginning to save his life, to the later distress of Mu Yunhe, wanting to do something for him, and now he is hoping that Mu Yunhe will be well. This is a process, slowly and painfully after many run-ins, to get to where we are today.

But she also knew that she had always had a belief in her heart, that is, to leave the palace, get out of fate, and be free.

She wants a new life, she wants to live in style. She is an eagle in the sky, she should be soaring in the sky, she can't stand the slightest restraint and restrictions, and she doesn't like the intriguing backyard life. She thought that if Mu Yunhe died like this, she still had hope, she could wait for Xia Beisong to take her away, or find a way to leave by herself. But then this idea was slowly drowned out by Mu Yunhe's powerful and domineering sense of existence.

But, now that she thinks about it, does she still want to leave the palace?

The answer is, yes!

She wants to leave, she wants to be free, she still wants to live without constraints. But these things, the palace can't give it to her, and Mu Yunhe can't give it to her.

She is not a fool, although she is not as dull to feelings as Mu Yunhe, but she has always seen what love is like in the world, she and Mu Yunhe feel very weird now, she is more and more dependent on Mu Yunhe, more and more concerned about him, and even she will occasionally think of leaving Mu Yunhe and be afraid and sad.

Mu Yunhe looked at her with a strong possessiveness in her eyes, she could feel it, his domineering, his ruthlessness, his cruelty, his gentleness, everything, only belonged to her, Luo Zhiheng. Luo Zhiheng saw this clearly, and Mu Yunhe never hid it. So, did she fall into such a special and unique Mu Yunhe's feelings?

Luo Zhiheng was suddenly a little decadent, and her face no longer had brilliance. She is a female bandit, she should have freedom, she doesn't like the palace, she doesn't like it very much, her marriage to Mu Yunhe is a mistake and a conspiracy. She even has a contract with Prince Mu! The prince came back, and she left.

So, she and Mu Yunhe, they, have no future!

There seemed to be a pain flowing in her chest, and after turning around her scabbed wound, she felt pain all over her body, and she no longer had the slightest strength, and her face turned pale.

"What's wrong, Ah Heng? I said, kid, scared you? The slightly cool big hand fell on her sweaty face, rubbing gently, and even there was a small pain in the cold voice, he felt sorry for her, it was self-evident.

Luo Zhiheng followed his arm into his arms, touching the temperature and breath she was used to, and then Mu Ran was shocked to realize when she was used to his presence.

It's just a child, between them, can there be a child? Two people who start with mistakes and are destined to part ways, where to find a spare blank space to paint a child who is not destined to exist?!

"Scared? As if this king didn't say it, it's enough for this king to have Ah Heng. The tightened embrace gradually suffocated, but Mu Yunhe seemed to be unaware, but his voice and salutation gradually cooled Luo Zhiheng's heart.

I have always known that Mu Yunhe is sensitive and emotional. She was just silent, and he sensitively sensed the key, was this her luck or misfortune? Or is it the misfortune of the two of them?

"No, I'm not afraid. Just a little tired. Luo Zhiheng couldn't answer anything else, and there was a kind of broken melancholy in her low voice.

Once full of self-confidence, why is it in exchange for today's hesitation?

Mu Yunhe's gloomy gaze seemed to light up, the corners of his gloomy mouth slowly revealed a sexy arc, and his voice suddenly warmed up like sweetness: "Well, did Ah Heng ever think that we will also have a child in the future?" Would you expect it? ”

Although his health is not good, if he wants a child, he should be able to do it, right? If this is the case, on the day he dies, he will leave Ah Heng with a child, then this life will also prove that he did exist, and also leave Ah Heng some memories and traces about him, proving that they have been yujian.

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