Meng Qinghuan never expected that Mo Yunshen would be able to say such a thing.

Marrying a man does mean being bound for the rest of your life, but it should be a sweet bondage.

Shouldn't it be like my mother met General Shui?

At this moment, Meng Qinghuan was so disappointed.

At this moment, her heart was like soaking in salty water, and the blood on her body was as cold as rain.

She looked like a drowning person, slipping even the only plank she had just touched in her hand.

Hope turns into a puff of smoke, and good dreams turn into a white mist.

Her love seems to have died abruptly.

Meng Qinghuan choked back her tears, tried not to let the tears fall, and asked, "So, that's how you see me." I'm just an appendage to you, am I? ”

Isn't a woman an accessory to a man?

Mo Yunshen felt a little inexplicable, but he could see Meng Qinghuan's incredible appearance and the question in his eyes.

Mo Yunshen's heart trembled uncontrollably.

"Mo Yunshen, have you ever loved me?"

Meng Qinghuan had resentment in her eyes, she hadn't officially started her love and marriage, as if she had been crushed by a foot.

An uncontrollable feeling of resentment churned in her heart.

"Of course I love you."

Mo Yunshen blurted out, not having time to think.

Meng Qinghuan felt even more disappointed, staring at Mo Yunshen with cold and desperate eyes.

When Meng Qinghuan's faint eyes shot over, Mo Yunshen felt that a basin of cold water was poured on his face.

He asked suspiciously, "Qinghuan, what's wrong with you?" I naturally love you, otherwise, I wouldn't have married you. ”

"Enough! Stop saying you love me! Under the guise of loving me, you are imprisoning me and binding me! ”

Her tears poured out like water that had been open for a long time.

Pain, like a cable, bent around and twisted her heart.

Her love is so humble and cheap.

It's better to be a plate of loose sand, and now it's completely dispersed without the wind blowing.

Such a man and love are simply red at the top of the crane, and they seal their throats with blood.

Meng Qinghuan's whole body felt a tremor of pain, and she fell to the ground weakly, closed her eyes, and let the tears flow.

And Mo Yunshen didn't understand her pain.

He is finally going to marry Meng Qinghuan, shouldn't Meng Qinghuan be happy?

Why are you crying like this?

Is it just because he married her as a concubine?

Is fame more important than love after all?

Is he also destined not to meet the woman who loves him as much as his life?

Mo Yunshen didn't move, his eyes widened, and his tears condensed like crystal.

He felt aggrieved, he couldn't say what he was suffering, he really knocked out his teeth and swallowed his stomach, and his arms fell out and his sleeves were hidden.

He thought that Meng Qinghuan would understand himself, understand himself, and achieve himself.

But it turns out that they are thinking too much......

This woman is just a little woman, longing for the warmth of her husband, and doesn't want to go through suffering?

Mo Yunshen had to admit that at this moment, he did regret it a little.

He regretted provoking Meng Qinghuan.

He could have done without pain, without guilt, and had just used this woman as before.

But now, he admits that he is emotional.

He looked at the crying woman and felt helpless for the first time.

Heart-to-heart, royal taboo.

Mo Yun thought deeply of this and frowned fiercely.

The second brother has fallen into the hands of the water cage smoke, and he must not.

Never!

If even he falls and falls, the queen mother will have nothing to rely on!

Mo Yunshen finally spoke again: "Huan'er, are you willing to marry me?" ”

Meng Qinghuan's cold eyes stared at him, and every word of the other party seemed to be insulting and contemptuous of her.

That sentence with a questioning and persecutive tone, whether you are willing to marry me or not, is like a red-hot soldering iron hitting her heart at this moment.

Meng Qinghuan didn't want to listen to any more words from Mo Yunshen, she closed her eyes fiercely and lowered her head.

She swallowed the humiliation, her face suffocated like a piece of red-hot iron, and her white teeth stubbornly bit her thin lower lip.

Silent.

Mo Yunshen saw that she didn't respond to herself like this, her body seemed to be on fire, she was very anxious and in pain.

He pinched Meng Qinghuan's shoulder and asked again, "Huan'er, you answer me!" ”

Meng Qinghuan pushed him away fiercely, and said coldly, word by word: "I don't want to!" ”

Reluctance to ......

I didn't want to!

Mo Yunshen was shocked, his eyes widened, his face was full of horror, and he reacted to the shock excessively.

Faced with Meng Qinghuan's changing face, he was not prepared at all.

Could it be that Meng Qinghuan is just coveting his identity?

I showed my liking and admiration for myself before, all because I wanted to be the princess of Pingbei.

Now that hope has been disappointed, is it ruthless to turn around?

Mo Yunshen lowered his head, and his cold voice was full of pain and depression: "Really? ”

His voice was thick nasal.

His eyes were completely red.

"Yes."

At this time, Mo Yunshen was still pushing himself.

Meng Qinghuan felt endless frustration, she covered her face with both hands, and tears poured out from her fingers.

Mo Yun's obsidian-bright pupils widened and narrowed, and his gaze was cold and resolute.

Unwilling and painful haunted him, gnawing at his humble and cautious heart.

"Just because you didn't marry a princess, you won't marry, right?"

Mo Yunshen gritted his teeth and asked her.

“……”

Meng Qinghuan was even more chilled when he heard this, it turned out that in Mo Yunshen's heart, what he cared about was not whether he loved himself or not.

What I care about is just the position of the princess of Pingbei.

Meng Qinghuan was completely desperate, desperate for her weak love.

"King Pingbei is right, it's not a princess, what should I do when I get married? Do you want to give your future princess a slave or a maidservant? ”

Meng Qinghuan began to explode emotionally, and at this moment, looking at her disheveled self, she couldn't wait to slap herself hard!

Why are you so stupid, why didn't you resist Mo Yunshen's temptation?

She held her forehead and hurriedly put on her clothes.

He was going down to the carriage again.

Mo Yunshen hurriedly grabbed her and asked sharply, "Where are you going!" ”

"I'm going home! You let go of me! ”

No matter how hard Meng Qinghuan struggled, Mo Yunshen refused to let go of her easily.

On the contrary, Mo Yunshen seemed to be more serious, and he had to drag her to death!

"You let me go, otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Meng Qinghuan tried to start to warn, and the wolf-like eyes exuded a cold and fierce light, giving people an infinite sense of oppression.

Mo Yunshen suddenly widened his eyes in shock, how could Meng Qinghuan look at himself with such eyes?

His hand loosened.

Just like that, Meng Qinghuan slipped out of his hand.

Meng Qinghuan rushed out of the carriage, but where could he see it was in front of the Pingbei Palace.

All I saw was a suburb, and there was no one around.

She felt even more ashamed, could it be that Mo Yunshen had already calculated this?

She felt the blood throb madly in her temples, and her head was about to explode as if something was pressing.

On his fair face, his brows were worried, as if dark clouds were covered.

His lips twitched, but he couldn't say a word.

The untamed eyes of the eagle wolf also stared at the surrounding environment with hatred at this moment, and his heart seemed to suppress a boulder. Out of breath.

She didn't want to cry anymore, she just wanted to go home quickly.

Hurry up and get out of this man!

At this time, Mo Yunshen had also come down.

The fog in the woods began to rise, and it was dark, and the darkness was overwhelming.

Mo Yunshen hurriedly said; "Get in the carriage and I'll take you back."

"Get out! You disgusting man! ”

Meng Qinghuan was hysterical for a moment and roared resentfully.

It's like you're going to cry out all your hearts.

This is the embarrassment she has never had, and she is even more embarrassed than the hysterical appearance of her mother after watching her biological father abandon her mother.

Countless bad memories poured into her heart.

Others only say that she is sensitive and has a strong ability to perceive people's hearts.

Who would think carefully and inquire about her unfortunate life story?

The sentence that Shui Cage Yan said suddenly sounded in her mind: "You are the descendant of General Meng." ”

At this moment, the idea of being the descendant of the dream general, who was originally regarded as salvation by his humble heart, is now like a great irony.

turned into a sharp blade and plunged into Meng Qinghuan's heart.

She covered her head and squatted down slowly, having to think about it, is her life so cheap?

Her mother's gentle treatment of a general is not good.

Could it be that she would be like this?

Is it because the man doesn't have a good thing, or is she unlucky?

Thinking of luck, Meng Qinghuan couldn't help but smile bitterly again.

She never believed in it, because she never had good luck.

Heaven did not favor her.

She was crouching on the ground, motionless, her eyes wide open, tears condensing like crystal.

Like a frightened and injured fawn, lost in the woods, unable to find its way.

The direction of her heart has been completely destroyed.

Mo Yunshen walked over, scooped her into his arms, and coaxed: "Be good, obedient, go back with me, okay?" ”

"Mo Yunshen, you like the way I look obediently in your arms, don't you?"

If Mo Yun was willing to look down at her, he would see how deep the hatred in Meng Qinghuan's eyes was at the moment.

Even in his arms, it was a wolf-like woman.

At this moment, the minions are finally revealed.

And Mo Yunshen didn't realize it, he only felt that Meng Qinghuan must be too angry and couldn't accept the result, so he was very angry.

"Yes, I like the way you look in my arms. Hasn't it always been like this? ”

These words were more like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and Meng Qinghuan's dark eyes were full of tears, like wild grapes hanging with dewdrops, flashing with a frightened look.

It turned out that he was sensible and well-behaved, and he took it for granted in his eyes.

His love has never been treated properly, never got real fairness, and never got the tenderness it deserves.

Everything is her own dream.

Mo Yunshen doesn't love her, that's a fact.

Meng Qinghuan cried lowly.

Her cry spread far into the distance as the forest emptied.

The cold early winter has arrived.

The mist filled the forest, getting colder and colder.

And Meng Qinghuan hid in the arms she thought was warm, and she no longer felt warm.

Her heart was like a piece of cold iron, shrouded in mist, and could only bear frost, not heart-warming dewdrops.

"Didn't you say before that you were going to Pingbei Palace? You brought me here premeditated, didn't you? ”

Meng Qinghuan asked coldly in his arms.