He grabbed Yuan Qingcheng's shirt, noticed that her moon hun was still slightly undulating, and the laughter in his mouth became louder and louder, "Want to die?!" Yuan Chengcheng, I'll tell you! As long as I live, you won't want to get rid of me! ”

"Even if you die, I will capture you from the Netherworld! You owe it to me! ”

The carriage and horse hurried back to the palace, Chang Ruosheng hugged the gradually cold Yuan Chengcheng tightly, and his eyes were as calm as a deep pool of gloom that others could not see.

The imperial doctors in the middle palace came and went, but no one dared to make a sound.

Chang Ruosheng is like a fierce beast guarding its prey, as long as it makes half a sound, it will stick out its terrible fangs and put people to death.

[System: Host, I don't think it's good!] Shouldn't normal people's thoughts be heartache, remorse, and pity? 】

An Yang squinted, looked at Chang Ruosheng's cold appearance on the screen, and sneered: [You can abandon Yuan Chengcheng for seven years and really ignore it, and make the world a purgatory for another woman, do you still expect him to be a normal person for such a person? 】

[System: That's a good word, but isn't that all a later thing?! 】

An Yang's eyebrows swept up, [I made him blacken in advance.] 】

[System: ......]

[System: You, how did you do it?] 】

[Anyang: Take a peek and see the whole leopard, read more plot analysis and analysis, and you can grasp the proportion. 】

The system shook the data in its head, and suddenly there was a feeling of powerlessness.

The human heart is unpredictable, but it can't be calculated.

looked at An Yang aggrievedly, and after a while, it chirped: [Empress An Daying, do it! (Japanese transliteration, come on)

After seeing it wrinkled his face, An Yang regained his spirit and couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth.

As the sun sets, the outside world begins to add lights.

In the middle palace, which was as bright as day, An Yang's body was out of danger, and the imperial doctor who stayed behind retreated to the outer hall.

Chang Ruosheng, who had been sitting for a long time, stared at Yuan Chengcheng motionlessly, his eyes mixed with complex light, revealing bloodthirsty gloom.

The two lines of blood on the cloth today, obviously Yuan Chengcheng learned from the side that their marriage was nothing more than a scam.

"But so what," he laughed, getting up and walking to the bed.

Wei An's body stared condescendingly at Yuan Chengcheng's still pale little face, "My things, no one is allowed to touch them." ”

"Yuan Chengcheng, you should be ready to wake up as soon as possible. What you will inherit in the future is the cause you have planted today. ”

With a gloomy laugh, he leaned down and lowered his head, his teeth gnawing hard at Chun.

Like a wild beast biting, he tinted the pale chunk with a brilliant red.

An Yang frowned painfully, and a small sound of annoyance rolled down from the corners of his mouth.

Chang Ruosheng looked at her unconscious dodging, but laughed happily.

……………… (This kind of long is the plot separator, and there is no obscure meaning)

The morning sun pale into the palace, and the vain body seemed to have no weight.

An Yang exhaled slowly, slowly raised his eyes, and his misty eyelashes trembled, a little unsure of what the situation was now.

The picture freezes on the letter left by Master Shangshu, and she feels as if she has escaped from that shackle.

"Are you awake?"

The warm voice came, making her feel like she was falling into an ice cave. Breathing suddenly, she turned her head stiffly, and saw Chang Ruosheng lying on her side, her eyes half-squinted and curved.

"Why ......" her lips trembled, unable to believe what she was seeing.