Mu Lixin hugged Zhou Yue's shoulders and lay on his stomach very well-behaved, until Zhou Yue entered the mansion, Brother Xin raised his eyes slightly and looked at the person outside the door. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

King Teng staggered, full of despair. I can't even raise the strength to look back.

Brother Xin saw him walking away step by step, and then lowered his eyes and closed his eyes slightly.

Zhou Yue, who was holding him, seemed to feel something, and only hugged him silently. Gently touched his little body, his expression was full of pity.

The gate of Mufu was closed again.

In the evening, the lights of Mufu shrouded in night shone brightly. Brother Xin gaged in the courtyard to make his mother happy, but Zhou Yue, who was dressed in white, looked at Mu Yuanxiang who was smiling with love. The shadows of the three of them stretched infinitely in the night, and they were entwined in every way.

Motoka, Azuma.

King Teng's mansion was as depressed as before, and the porter yawned and couldn't open his eyes. The little maid in the mansion stood crookedly aside, where are the rules in today's palace.

In the past, although Mu Yuanxiang was fierce, he was extremely strict, and the maids in the house were very afraid of the wife in the house, but they were full of respect.

Later, Qin Zhihe came, although he still entered the main courtyard and was the one who presided over the feed. But Qin Zhihe has been working in the painting boat for many years over the years, so she naturally does not look like other masters and mothers. On the contrary, it is a bit childish. If you sit with Mu Yuanxiang, it is estimated that you can be turned into slag in seconds.

Naturally, the atmosphere in this house is getting worse and worse.

Prince Teng returned to the house with a dejected expression and stood in the house where the two had lived. Here, he hardly once a month.

It's really a lonely empty room, for many years.

He had been in for a while, but none of the waiting girls had come in. Compared with the bustle of coming and going here in the past, there is a world of difference.

He casually took a sip of the teacup. "Poof...."

Teng Wang Ye suddenly squirted out a mouthful of tea, his face full of astonishment and wry smile.

It turned out that his life had never left her.

He remembered that whenever he used to come to this house, there was his favorite pre-rain dragon well. Now, this tea is almost rancid.

This big palace is cold and full of loneliness.

Teng Wangye was hunched over his waist, and he seemed to be many years old all of a sudden. Occasionally, I could feel a bit of fishy sweetness in my throat, and I was pressed down by him again.

His eyes were getting more and more trance-like.

Prince Teng leaned on the side of the bed, and all that was left in his mind was the laughter of the family of three. Once, it was all his.

That terrible dream came again.

He has often had a dream recently, and there is no Mo Qingye in the dream, and there is no Mo family. Su Guogong is not a Guogong, just a young general who wants to avenge his mother.

In his dream, Mu Yuanxiang did not leave. In his dream, he set aside Mu Yuanxiang's rights, but he did not divorce his wife. Then he married Qin Zhihe as a concubine with the gift of eight sedan chairs, and I don't know how much more grand than the main wife.

He often didn't see her once in a long time. Until that time.

Because she asked Qin Zhihe, her aunt, to make rules, Qin Zhihe fainted on the spot. When he came back, he happened to see Qin Zhihe lying backwards in the ice and snow, and turned his head to slap Mu Yuanxiang.

He didn't know that Qin Zhihe just took a few breaths on the ground. This palace has long been her eyes and ears. The woman he thought was fierce had already been set aside when he connived at Qin Zhihe.

In a fit of rage, he invited the imperial doctor to come over and rectify it, only to know that he was going to be a father. Qin Zhihe is pregnant. He was ecstatic, and he hated Mu Yuanxiang even more.

He snubbed her intentionally or unintentionally, and even directly ordered people not to allow her to come to him. He may have ignored it for a long time. He just waited for the birth of the child, full of joy.

In his dream, he saw that Mu Yuanxiang had a miscarriage under the slap of 'himself'.

The baby boy in March is gone. Mu Yuanxiang lay on the ground alone all night, and when she woke up the next day, she was so confused that she couldn't even cry. stumbled to find Prince Teng, but was stopped at the door.

He watched Mu Yuanxiang wandering outside the door with a dull face, but finally collapsed when he heard the sound of the two people in the room laughing.

She was crying and fussing outside the door, and she was angry and scolding the two of them outside the door. She never even provoked people with the border incidents, and she almost cried bloody outside the door. In the end, he was dragged out by the little girl.

In this courtyard, Qin Zhihe's people have long been people.

He watched her drag her long bloody dress step by step through the palace through the snow, and her body was covered in cold bruises and convulsions. There was no trace of blood on his face anymore.

Teng Wangye was crazy and wanted to catch the two who were laughing, and he was crazy and wanted to wake up himself in his dream. He watched himself laugh with Qin Zhihe, and watched himself treat that fish eye as a pearl. Teng Wangye was going crazy in his dream.

Later, he hurriedly ran to Mu Yuanxiang's yard, which was supposed to be the yard of the housekeeper, but it was deserted and depressed. Along the way, no one shoveled the snow, and every foot deep and shallow foot was full of her footprints.

And with blood.

Mu Yuanxiang's yard was cold, very cold, very cold. Even at a glance, you can see the slightest cold air in this courtyard, and it is not the courtyard that is cold, but also the hearts of the people.

He watched her curl up in the corner, silently staring out the window at the snow. Holding the bloody garment in his arms.

She was wearing the pink dress that used to be at the border, when the two of them had a round house. The fabric was very poor, and there was not even the time when the sedan chair was carried by Ba, which should have been a humiliation for her. But she treasures it to this day. Even now, it's extremely tight, but she still loves it. That's the only beauty that has supported her for more than ten years.

He watched her giggle incessantly, he watched her cry and laugh, he watched her break down and cry. It seems that all the grievances of these decades have poured out.

Seeing her kneeling alone by the window, her figure looked lonely and lonely.

Teng Wangye's heart was dripping with blood, and his mouth kept saying: "That person is fake, fake, don't believe him." Don't cry, don't cry! He tried to wipe away her tears, but his body passed over her.

Teng Wang Ye didn't know how long he had been sitting quietly with her.

Until I looked at her, I combed myself little by little, and brought myself the jewelry and makeup that my wife should have.

solemnly took out the snow white from the bottom of the box for an unknown amount of time. When Teng Wang Ye saw it, he went crazy.

He watched as she watched and watched her cry over the white silk. Then the beams were suspended. I watched her hold the bloody garment, step on the stool and go up.

With one kick off the stool, she hung in the air.

He screamed, he cried, he yelled, he screamed. But no one came to help him, so he could only watch her and slowly cut off her breath.

It seemed that he heard laughter in the front yard again. and the sorrow of this backyard, the gap between heaven and earth.

Obviously, he shouldn't have tears in his dream, but he felt that his eyes were stinging. Under the eye, a piece of red.

In the dream, the slut still gave birth to a daughter and was favored by him for the rest of his life.

Mu Yuanxiang became the vicious original match.

Three years later, Qin Zhihe was helped into the main room. is the most despicable thing in this capital is to help his aunt as a righteous person, but he is an idle prince, and he has been exiled, who cares.

At night, when he woke up from a dream, he couldn't tell whether he was dreaming or reality.

I lit the lamp, but I didn't feel the slightest light. He smiled lowly, it was just a dream.

But whether he believed it or not, only he knew. The lingering palpitations in my heart have never dissipated. (To be continued.) )