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The footsteps gradually approached, Zhen Yueteng sat up and said vigilantly: "Who! His hand had already reached for the dagger under the warm pillow, and when the man approached, he swung the knife forward.

On the ground, the cold fragrance mixed with the cold air came to the face, which made people unexpected, and confused people's thinking in an instant, the night was too thick, and they couldn't see the outline clearly, and they could only see his tall shadow.

"Bei Mo Ling?"

She put the dagger back in her hand and was about to get up, who knew that he walked straight over, dragged his boots, and lay directly beside her, she was slightly stunned, and before she could say anything, she was tightly embraced by the man, and a thick cold air was instantly enveloped, as if he was in an ice cellar, the cold back trembled, he seemed to have stayed in the ice and snow for a long time, and there was no trace of heat on his body.

"You!" Zhen Yue didn't expect things to be so sudden, suddenly appeared, suddenly hugged her, she struggled a few times, only to feel that he was like an iron lock, wrapping her tightly.

"Yue'er, I'm cold."

A low and tired voice sounded in her ears, a cold breath hit her forehead, she seemed to smell the wind and frost on his body, thinking of his situation in the past few days, her heart slipped and couldn't bear it, and the hand that was pushed out stopped halfway, I don't know how long it took, before she took it back, covered him with the brocade quilt, and said, "Is it still cold?" ”

Bei Moling's body trembled, his arms tightened a few points, and he heard the woman mutter: "You loosen up, I'm almost out of breath." ”

There was silence all around. Only the sound of each other's breathing was in the ear flaps, and there was the sound of even heartbeats.

"Bei Moling, where did these **** go?"

His body stiffened, and he was tense in an instant, and suddenly buried his whole head in her neck, his eyelashes trembled slightly, driving a sense of sadness, Zhen Yue's whole heart was raised to his throat, and his heart was astringent, for him such an intimate touch. In this silent and deep cold night. I couldn't push him away.

Bei Moling noticed that she did not refuse, and hugged her tighter and tighter, as if she was a life-saving driftwood in the vast sea, and wanted to find a glimmer of life from her. Find a touch of warmth.

"The queen mother is gone."

Connection. She felt an icy liquid slip down her neck. Seeping into the skin and cooling all over the limbs along the blood, she had never seen him so fragile. It seems that the towering mountain peak is slowly collapsing, he has always been a strong and cold-blooded person, never show the soft side, if it weren't for the scene she saw that night, she couldn't believe it at all, it turned out that he was not impregnable, he would cry, he would be hurt, if she hadn't heard his past with her own ears, she couldn't believe that he would have such a miserable childhood.

She felt inexplicable pity in her heart, and I don't know how long it took, she stretched out her hand and patted his trembling back, and said in a low voice: "It's not a relief that she's gone, hateful people must have pity, and the current result may be good for her." ”

His voice carried a hint of caution and deep sorrow: "I shouldn't be alive." ”

Zhen Yue's heart suddenly astringent, her throat ached, and she said abruptly: "Every child is escorted by the gods themselves, they are not wrong, their lives are precious, and mothers, like a warm house, give us a harbor to rely on, is the first lesson we learned when we come to the world, the house is gone, the warmth is gone, and the gods look at us, this is all the tribulation given to us by the gods, let us grow up and become invincible, no matter whether the mother gives us love or hate, we have to laugh and hate, because there is no mother." , we simply can't come into this world. ”

His stiff body gradually softened, clinging to her, absorbing the warmth from her, and said hoarsely: "Why does she hate me so much, and she wants my life when she is dying, is it so unbearable for me to live." ”

She sighed: "No mother doesn't love children, it's a pity that once you enter the palace gate, it is as deep as the sea, and a lot of love has long been wiped out, I believe that she loves you in her heart, but she can't look directly at the past years, she destroyed you with her own hands, her hands are stained with the blood of sin, she is selfish and just wants to live calmly, and she will not hesitate to get rid of you at a price, so that she can live comfortably, but this does not mean that she doesn't love you, but she doesn't dare to love you anymore, I believe that she must be guilty at the moment of death." ”

She patted him lightly on the back again, and whispered: "Let the past pass, whether it is sadness or hatred, these are just a tempering in the long years, it will not destroy anyone, it will only make us strong and become people who stand up to the sky, not afraid of any wind and rain." ”

He slowly raised his head, and his cold eyes gradually had a glimmer of light, just looked at her, stared at her soft eyes in the night, and said in a deep voice: "Yue'er, don't leave me, okay?" ”

With a bang, her brain was like thunder on the ground, and the entire spiritual platform suddenly exploded, she lowered her eyes, avoiding his burning and dependent gaze, and said slowly: "I'll let Xiaoli send you back to rest." ”

"Don't." He hugged her tightly in his arms again, inhaled the sun-like breath on her body on the tip of his nose, and said seriously: "Yue'er, you are warm here." ”

She suddenly looked at him, and saw that the man's straight shoulders had already softened, and the carved facial features became soft in the dark, and she suddenly remembered that Beigong Jun said that they had been living in hell, and he was also extremely eager for ordinary warmth, why did she say that she was warm here? Obviously, her heart is also vast.

There was a sudden trace of panic, pity, and helplessness in her heart, she should push him away fiercely, and her words were resolute, those years of their relationship passed in front of her, like flowing water, even if it was hot or cold, thinking of his current sad situation, she told herself that she was only once, and she would never indulge him next time, thinking so, she slowly closed her eyes.

In the early morning of the next day, when Zhen Yue woke up, he had already gotten up, just wearing the silver koi costume sent by Xiaoli, the wind god was handsome, the eyebrows were calm and calm, and the arrogance was still strong.

When Xiao Li came over early in the morning, he was already shocked when he saw King Ling in the girl's room, and immediately went to Zhanghua Pavilion to get His Royal Highness's changed clothes.

"Awake?"

Bei Moling heard the movement, turned around, and saw that her whole body was wrapped in a quilt, raised her eyebrows, and her voice was still a little hoarse: "Get up and eat." ”

Zhen Yue was slightly stunned, her eyebrows also frowned, and when she saw that he was still standing in place, she frowned and said, "I want to change my clothes, you go out." ”

His expression froze, the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, he was already the same as usual, Zhen Yue secretly thought in his heart, this person's psychological quality is really good, even if he is not crazy, he will be disillusioned, but he recovered overnight.

When she had finished freshening up, she saw that he was already sitting on the edge of the geometric couch, and that the table was prepared for breakfast, and she walked over and sat down opposite, eating quietly, without looking up at him.

He just had breakfast quietly, and he didn't mention last night's events with each other, he was arrogant and self-respecting, showing vulnerability in front of others, and he was a little uncomfortable, and avoided embarrassment without a trace of each other.

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