When Emperor Xiao stepped out of that place, the waves in his heart were still difficult to calm down. A sentence kept echoing in his ears, and that sentence was exactly the sentence that Xiao Shengxia told him to confront him.

When he thought of the words and phrases in those words, a huge gap suddenly rose in Emperor Xiao's heart. And as the gap gradually expanded, it almost swept him into the bottomless depths.

Emperor Xiao's ears sounded in the sound of the cyclical Sisuo, and the noisy shouting made him feel numb, so the person who spoke out was the seventh son Shengxia who had just met.

"What does it mean that his mother has never betrayed him from beginning to end, what is it called that he only wants to win the hearts of a person, but he is a king?" The words swirled back and forth, but after all, it was still difficult for Emperor Xiao to stay in the same realm as the palace she usually stayed in.

The second he stayed, his heart would ache. Either die painfully or get through, between these two choices, Emperor Xiao still chose the latter.

The words in his ears gradually dissipated a little, but if he wanted to calm the throbbing in Emperor Xiao's heart, it was still not an easy task. How could Emperor Xiao never expect that the words she left him would be such tender and sweet, but poignant?

He had also imagined that she would leave him some words, and the content of those words should be mostly words of complaint. Biru, hated that he had bound her freedom and bound her in-laws?

These speculations are well founded. But compared to the words that came out of Xiao Shengxia's mouth just now, they seemed a little pale. The truth refutes the false argument, and only one thing is argued. The suspicion and hatred in the past, this qiē and qiē may be all wrong?

Emperor Xiao's heart was a little uneasy, and he didn't know what was wrong with him? Just feel it. A faint twitch in my heart. And this feeling is almost like putting your mind into a state of madness.

Emperor Xiao found a cypress willow, held it with his hand, and then gently attached it to it. I wanted to put these aside for the time being and not think about it, but I found that the more I wanted to avoid it, the more difficult it was to get rid of it.

Those so-called honey words. It was the first time he had heard of it. That person was not good at words in the past, and he wouldn't bother to please him. It is precisely because of the loss of these verbal sweet words. and the expression of affection, this has become the root of the source of the development and extension of things in the future.

Thus, it also laid the foundation for all kinds of unpredictable things that happened when I saw that picture that day.

Emperor Xiao stood on the side of the cypress willow. He didn't struggle too much, he let the memories of the past wash away. led him to the old death ten years ago. At that time, he was still a handsome and awe-inspiring king, at that time. He still loves that person alone.

Emperor Xiao recalled the beauty of the past, and there was still warmth in his heart. Memories continue to replay at a fast rate, after turning over the beautiful years of youth. and ushered in something that was not good.

That thing was forgotten for a long time. Things that are still avoided and not talked about. Everyone avoided this matter, not only because of the indecent style of the world, but also because of a clear rule reads() that one person secretly set himself.

The person who set the paper rules was Emperor Xiao himself. That would have to be buried in the ground and allowed to evaporate and corrode. If there are people talking about it and gossiping on the surface, then their consequences will also be buried in the ground.

Emperor Xiao didn't actually know the process of development, and the evidence of the conviction he captured was just a momentary picture. It was a time for a woman to give birth, and it was the norm that there should be no man by her side during the birth. But the people who broke this routine were particularly terrifying.

One is Xiao Jue, who really can't resist the care in his heart, and the other is the so-called "adulterer"? Xiao Jue came later, he ignored everyone's obstruction, and didn't pay attention to the statement that he couldn't collide, he just wanted to see her and confirm whether she was safe or not, but he didn't want to push the door and enter, and what he saw was a momentary scene.

That picture is a picture that Xiao Jue will never forget for the rest of his life. Perhaps, it was love that made her miserable. Perhaps, it is because there is still a lack of trust in her. Or perhaps, it's just the fear of losing the love that comes from snatching. These lingering and intertwined emotions still made him ignite the impulse, the raging mood and behavior.

How can his woman, his beloved, perch in the arms of another man? With jealousy and hatred, the surging of the surprise attack, Xiao Jue stepped forward and grabbed the man's collar in a few steps. Xiao Jue's ruthless behavior is the prologue that started at this time.

In the past, Xiao Jue was just a spoiled emperor, he liked calligraphy and painting, and he liked to play games in the world. Now he was just a madman carried away by his anger, he was violent, and he was full of arrogance.

Xiao Jue first led the man's shirt and threw it, then swung his iron fist, and then hammered him a few times in the abdomen. Xiao Jue still seemed to be angry, he strangled the man by the arm, and then said in a threatening tone.

"Hmph, do you know why you didn't smash your cheeks to pieces?" The man neither nodded nor shook his head, but looked at him with unyielding eyes. Xiao Jue felt a trace of stickiness on his legs and wrists, and then he found the pair of boneless soft fingers at his legs and arms.

"I want to intercede for him, phew, now you don't deserve it." Xiao Jue kicked the man's hand away, not caring about her postpartum frail situation. Xiao Jue was already crazy, and she didn't know what she had done, but she vaguely remembered that the blood stains spread, staining her entire dormitory red.

That night, the sound of sorrow resounded throughout the palace, but Xiao Jue did not allow anyone to intervene. It happened that Xiao Jue's mother was resting, and she couldn't stop the path of this terrible catastrophe.

At dawn, Xiao Jue was a little refreshed, he looked at the blood on his hands, and in a trance, he forgot most of last night.

His eyes first looked around, and then the first thing he saw was his lover lying in a pool of blood. At that time, he could still call out his lover, all because he temporarily lost that fragmentary fragment. Xiao Jue stepped forward again and again, and hugged the woman with red cheeks and black blue and purple on her body in her arms.

He remembered for a moment, last night, wasn't it when she gave birth? So, then, what about his dragon son, seeing her like this, could it be that the dragon son has already flowed away? Xiao Jue's memory is mixed, and the whole person is as crazy as a madman. He only had a brief memory, until he saw the man he had slashed a thousand times last night.

Xiao Jue covered his head, and then called a few times miserably. The men who had been stationed outside the door all night finally broke in, not daring to disobey the letter of the holy command. They didn't know anything about the inside room, but now they saw that many of them had almost vomited the food they had eaten last night.

What happened to such a tragedy?

Everyone didn't know, but Xiao Jue woke up again.

The real devil is sober, and a qiē reshuffle. (To be continued.) )