"What you think in your heart, is it really what Jing'er thinks in her heart" There was a slight helplessness in his words, he looked at her with his eyebrows twisted, wanting to see everything in her eyes.

"Who does the king think Mo Yijin looks like" and she looked at him, staring at the bluestone and jade bricks, the smile in her eyes was shallow, but it made him feel more and more distressed.

"Yes"

"It's Situ Yuli" she answered first, the smile on her face became brighter and brighter, but her heartbeat was lost in that moment, and the sudden paleness and weakness made her feel a little relieved.

"It's just the same, Jing'er doesn't have to mind" He looked at her, and the unknown pain in his heart spread.

"Like, it's not just likeness, to put it bluntly, maybe it's the same person," she said faintly, her thoughts wandering, losing her eyes and messing with her heart.

There are too many things in the world that I can't explain, but there is something called intuition that controls the thoughts in people's minds.

"She is the daughter of the prime minister of the southern kingdom, and the king of the south will accept her as a righteous daughter and dedicate it to the king as a princess of harmony, all of this is planned" Nangong Luojing looked out the window and said slowly, thinking in his heart.

Feng Yihan pondered for a moment, looked at the woman's side face, and suddenly felt a little strange, and this sentence was coiled in her mind more than once: she was deliberately creating a sense of alienation from him.

"Jing'er" called softly.

The faint scent lingered under her nose, so familiar that she had to admit that she would never forget it.

He stretched out his hand to wrap his hand around her waist, and the movement came so suddenly, but it made her feel that the so-called warmth was like this, but now she can really still accept this piece of warmth he gave her.

Wei Guo, Father, Feng Yin, everything is caused by him, how can she still accept this piece of warmth.

After struggling several times, she finally chose to flee far away.

She turned around, retreated, and in an instant, the familiar aura gradually faded, but the imprint in her heart could not be erased.

It turns out that she can also get acquainted with someone to the point of familiarity

"No," she murmured to herself, and the next moment she lowered her eyes, not looking into his eyes, lest one look would be full of desolation, and in vain she would be filled with such sorrow.

No, she was resisting him, both physically and mentally resisting him.

He was stunned, looking at her lowered eyes, and the indistinct color of his eyes made him deeply feel the invisible threshold between them, separating them from the two worlds alive.

"Jing'er" eyes were a little dazed, but she still stretched out her hand, expecting to touch the long-lost warmth again, but found that it was already out of reach.

The wind blew gently, with a cold wind, inadvertently invading the whole body, making people feel cold all of a sudden.

In the eyes that looked at him, there was panic, helplessness, and a trace of invisible pain.

"Does the king still care about Luo Jing" Her voice trembled, as if she was struggling in her heart when she asked, how long did she think about this sentence, and how much courage she accumulated when she asked.

He was silent.

Whether he cares or not, his feelings for her can be expressed more than just a care.

Feng Yihan's silence was naturally understood by Nangong Luojing as he hesitated, it turned out that the question she had the courage to ask was so vulnerable

"I don't care, right," she replied before he did, listening to the voice echoing through the room, still inevitably desolate, but she still had a smile on her face, even a smile like a flower.

If he cared, he would not force his father to hand over the military power to defend the country, and asked him to be a king in name only.

She can't forgive, she really can't forgive

Looking at her asking and answering herself, his heart ached and wanted to explain, but suddenly he remembered something and could only swallow back all the words he wanted to say ruthlessly.

The hand curled up in the sleeve was clenched into a fist, and the slightly white phalanges were clearly visible, helpless, helpless, she hated him, right.

"The people who defend the country will not surrender, and the king plans to surrender in battle" She struggled and vented the words in her heart.

It's just why she said these words, and why exactly.

As the words fell, she stared at the man in front of her, he turned a deaf ear to her words, and just walked slowly towards her, the color of his eyes was varied, unpredictable, and he felt that his eyes were cold and blurred.

The fingertips slowly approached her lower forehead, he thought she would dodge, but he didn't expect that she would stand in place, but there was a cold look in her eyes, and her heart fell: "Has the queen forgotten where she is now and where she is?"

"How dare Luo Jing forget, Luo Jing is the princess of the country and the queen of Xiling" The shallow smile melted on the woman's magnificent lips, but the smile on her face became more and more abundant, and the blankness in her heart became more and more little by little.

"Jing'er can tell the difference, it's fine" The slight movement of her fingertips forced her to look at him, and when she met his eyes, he didn't have the courage to look at her.

He rubbed the softness under his fingertips, and the confusion in his heart was even greater than before.

The coldness in her eyes and the silent alienation made him panic, as if the next moment, she would leave her side, and she would never be able to find her again.

"Can the king spare the people of the kingdom," she said, staring at him, in a very soft voice.

The sound was as light as a feather, but it struck his heart, and he didn't know how to answer her.

"Jing'er" suddenly felt powerless in his heart, wrapped around him, her fingertips slipped weakly, and with a slight force, her light body fell into his arms.

lowered his eyes, and the color at the bottom of his eyes was scattered and blurred.

What should I do with you, what should I do with you.

The night was silent and terrifying, and it seemed that only such a night could hide the secret of the ulterior.

"What's the matter, the little beauty misses me, so she wants to see me" A chuckle pierced the silence, and through the faint light, the slender figure of the man could be vaguely seen leaning lazily against the pillars of the corridor.

There was a bit of displeasure in the "frivolous" language.

"Yo, beauty, who upsets you, let me teach him a lesson," the man laughed, with a hint of frivolity in his laughter.

"Could it be the King of the West?" suddenly turned into a very positive doubt.

"I want her to lose everything," the woman said coldly, anger evident in her words.

"Lose everything" The man laughed heartily, but he didn't say anything for a long time, as if chewing on the meaning of his words.