The yin owl in Zhao Yong's eyes made Xue Ji tremble, Murong Huan felt her trembling, and looked back at Zhao Yong sharply, "Stand down!" No one is allowed to come in without my permission! ”

Murong Huan carried Xue Ji into the warm pavilion, he wanted to put her on the bed, but Xue Ji refused to let go of him, she lay in his arms, and said weakly, "Let the slave maid, hold the emperor for a while, just for a while." ”

If she doesn't hug him again, she won't have a chance to hold him anymore.

Xue Ji leaned on Murong Huan's arms, feeling his powerful heartbeat, smelling the smell of ambergris mixed with masculine scent on his body, and her heart was indescribably satisfied.

She hadn't been hugged by him for a long time, hadn't been so intimate.

Xue Ji had tears in her eyes, and said tenderly, "When I first met the emperor, this is how the emperor carried me into the mansion, and at that time, ...... Or Your Highness. ”

Fifteen-year-old Murong Huan is tall and straight, and she is handsome, which makes her fall in love at first sight.

She fell in the snow in a plain dress, and he saw that she was pitiful, carried her back to the East Palace, and gave her warmth.

That warmth is something she will never forget in her life.

He was the son of his father's killer, the one who brought her whole people to ruin, and she approached him just to take revenge.

Thinking of her ridiculous purpose, Yukihime laughed in his arms.

Murong Huan's heart was in turmoil, he held her blood-stained little face, and his voice was choked, "What are you laughing at?" ”

The slave smiled...... I can finally be with His Highness. Xue Ji wrapped her arms around his waist, and her voice was full of satisfaction, "The slave was forced to take revenge on His Highness, poisoned His Highness, and wanted to destroy His Highness's inheritance, but now...... His Royal Highness is already the emperor, no one can harm you, and Xue Ji is also ...... You don't have to suffer from hatred anymore, you can love Your Highness well. ”

She could finally tell him her love, she could no longer care about those hatreds, and she could hug him like a zuò ài person, not an enemy.

"Love...... Yukihime, do you love me? Murong Huan choked up.

Love?

Before he was poisoned, he felt that she must love him, otherwise he would not have been by his side and cared for him for so many years.

But when Su Yuetong told him that he had been sick for many years, all because she was poisoned day by day, the love in his heart fell like breaking ice!

Loving him is just a pretense, she just wants to avenge her family, poison him by his side, and watch him die!

Watch his mother die, watch all those who support him die to avenge her family!

That's how she loved him!

But now......

He could feel her breath weakening little by little, and his heart trembled with it.

Yukihime buried her head in his arms, her face up and kept moving closer to him, trying to speak, "Love...... The slave fell in love with His Highness at first sight, and for so many years, she has always loved His Highness. ”

Yukihime said, tears sliding down her cheeks, diluting the blood on her face, revealing her originally graceful and beautiful face.

Murong Huan gently wiped her cheeks, her small and delicate face was as beautiful as the first time she saw it.

In the ice and snow, she was about to melt into the snow in plain clothes, and it was this beautiful and graceful little face that amazed him, so that he desperately took her back to the East Palace and kept her by his side to take care of her, so that it was ten years.

He still vividly remembers the despair and heartbreak he felt when he learned that she had poisoned him for years.