With a huge sense of despair, Xia Qingtong's lips were tightly imprinted with Ming Yue's.

"Mingyue, I love you."

……

The Imperial Tomb is cold. Xia Qingtong's heart was even colder. She hugged Ming Yue tightly, like hugging a piece of driftwood, hugging her last warmth.

She doesn't regret saving him, she doesn't regret staying. But she couldn't let him forget himself.

A Ming Yue who only has hatred in her heart, she doesn't know what will become.

She couldn't let that happen.

Ming Yue didn't expect her to make such a move at all, because of the coldness, Xia Qingtong's lips were very cold.

There was barely warmth, but he felt like he was being burned.

He tried to push her away, raised his hand, and stopped. The hand that had been around her neck began to loosen.

The feeling of strangeness and familiarity made him not even know how to react.

This is not the Ming Yue she loves, she knows. But this is the Ming Yue she loves, no matter what it becomes. She loved him all. Love all the time.

The heart hurts. It hurt so much that she couldn't control her emotions. Two lines of tears in the corners of his eyes. silently flowed into their lips, and the hot tears made Ming Yue's heart tremble.

He pushed her away, angry and a little shocked.

"You're looking for death?"

Xia Qingtong looked at Ming Yue in front of her, this was what she looked like when she first met him.

But she knew that this was not the real Mingyue. He is really a good person with a warm heart, cold on the outside and hot on the inside.

"Ming Yue. I wasn't sent by anyone. I'm here to save you. I'm your wife. ”

Ming Yue's face changed slightly: "Wife? Lone never had a wife. Where did the wife come from? ”

"I really am your wife. You trust me. ”

"Believe you?"

Ming Yue came out of the coffin, he was much taller than Xia Qingtong. He just stared at her face.

"Then you tell Lone, which daughter are you and whose surname is it?"

"I-" Xia Qingtong choked up a little: "My name is Xia Qingtong, and I am the daughter of Jianping Hou." ”

"The daughter of the Marquis of Jianping? Concubine? The lonely prince of Dongzhao will marry a concubine? ”

"I'm not a concubine, I'm the concubine of the Marquis of Jianping, and my mother-in-law is Wei, she-"

"Jacket." Ming Yue snorted coldly: "The Marquis of Jianping, Mrs. Wei, has only one sister-in-law, Xia Ruixuan. You're her daughter? Lie and don't play drafts. ”

Xia Qingtong felt her heart twitch and she knew that Ming Yue would not believe herself. But—

"I really am your wife. You trust me. ”

"Lies are repeated." Ming Yue took two steps forward and stood in front of her, his tall figure forming a powerful coercion.

"You know that Lone can take your life as soon as he raises his hand. You want to save your life to come up with such a clumsy lie. Do you think Lone will believe? ”

"I know you won't believe it." Xia Qingtong raised his eyes and looked at him: "But I have evidence." ”

Ming Yue was silent, and Xia Qingtong took a step forward.

"There's a crescent-shaped scar on your back. Right? ”

Ming Yue narrowed his eyes, and his gaze suddenly became sharp.

"You like salty more than sweet. You actually prefer to drink Longjing, but people outside who don't know always think that you like to drink clouds. When you write, you are used to clicking the ink three times. You-"

Xia Qingtong's jaw was pinched, and she raised her eyes to see Ming Yue, her eyes clear.

"Who the hell are you?"

"I'm your wife."

Xia Qingtong raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were open, full of affection and courage.

Ming Yue's hand tightened slightly, and he stared at Xia Qingtong's face in front of him: "Do you think I dare not kill you?" ”

"You dare." What would a person who would not dare to do the slaughter of the city in the future?

"You could have killed me, but you did. You will definitely regret it. ”

"Ridiculous." Ming Yue pressed her body against the coffin. The big hand was clasped around her neck, as long as she pressed slightly, Xia Qingtong would definitely die.

"Regrets? I'm afraid that if I don't kill you, I will regret it. ”

With a push of his hand, she would fall into the coffin, and it was obviously much easier for him to kill her now.

Xia Qingtong looked at Ming Yue, who was completely unfamiliar with him in front of him, even if he repeatedly convinced himself, there was a reason for this.

But when she really faced Ming Yue's rejection of her, she still couldn't help but feel aggrieved.

It's before, where is Ming Yue willing to treat her like this?

She was a little colder, a little hotter, and he was so nervous

Sensing that he really wanted to push himself into the coffin, Xia Qingtong held his wrist hard and used his wrist to stabilize his body.

"I know, you won't believe me. But don't you want to know who harmed you? Don't you want to know, who killed your mother? ”

Bai Panxue was a taboo that Ming Yue couldn't mention, and his face changed. Not only did he not let go, but he worked harder.

"What do you know?"

"I know the whole thing."

Xia Qingtong raised his eyes and looked at him, telling himself to work hard, no matter what, let him believe in himself.

"I know who killed your mother back then, and I know who poisoned you and did it to you. I also know how to save your father. ”

In the cold mausoleum, I don't know where a gust of wind blows.

Xia Qingtong's body was trembling, she actually wanted Ming Yue to hug her, she really wanted him to give her a little warmth.

"Woman, you know, right? What happened to deceive me? ”

"I didn't lie to you." When Xia Qingtong spoke, his back kept against the edge of the coffin.

This posture made her very uncomfortable, and she seemed to think of something, and suddenly she exerted force.

Ming Yue, who was defenseless, was actually pulled into the coffin by her.

The coffin is large, more than enough to sleep two people. Xia Qingtong hugged Ming Yue before he changed his face.

"I'm so cold."

"Woman—"

"Not only was it cold, but it was also painful." As she spoke, she grabbed his hand and touched her own waist.

"You've been pressing me, and I'm dying of discomfort."

Her tone was naturally intimate. The grievances in the words are also real.

When she looked up and found Ming Yue staring at her with a strange expression, she couldn't help but pout.

"What? It would have been. People are kind enough to save you. If you don't believe me, forget it if you don't appreciate it. And bullied me. ”

As she spoke, she simply lifted her T-shirt and asked him to look at his lower back.

"See for yourself—" Her skin was delicate and delicate, and she was prone to imprints casually, "It must be swollen on it." ”

The stone walls of the mausoleum and above the coffin are inlaid with night pearls. Those beads make this burial chamber look not dark at all.

Ming Yue also saw the trace on Xia Qingtong's waist. It was indeed just touched on the coffin.

It was very strange, and his heart swelled with pain like a pinprick in the face.

He didn't like this feeling, and pushed the woman in front of him away.

"You think I'm not going to kill you?"

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