He said as he affectionately scratched the tip of her nose.

This seemingly incomparably spoiled behavior made Changle's murderous intent even heavier.

Since it is inevitable to turn against each other, why let each other have some thoughts.

Changle raised his eyes, one hand slowly climbed up Jiang Xian's neck, he was looking at her faintly, and suddenly felt a softness on his lips.

It was her taste, and he held her back and kissed her lovingly.

If time freezes in this way, it is the greatest tolerance for them.

The dagger in Changle's other palm was slowly unsheathed, she didn't dare to hesitate, she raised her hand and stabbed towards his hard chest, her wrist trembled slightly, but her movements were not ambiguous.

The dagger was small, but it was also unusually sharp.

Jiang Xian didn't make a sound, he endured the severe pain and stopped the kiss, and didn't show too much surprise, covering the bloody wound, and the fingers were quickly dyed red: "Changle, it doesn't seem to be jumping here, you listen." ”

She looked at him blankly, several times calmer than she had imagined.

She really leaned her head over, listened very carefully, the room was very quiet, she heard a strong beating in his pulse, "I can't kill you, this is just a gift to you, from now on, no matter what we do, we will be at ease." ”

Jiang Xian was actually laughing: "This knife, you stabbed it for your personal maid, I know, but the account between us still has to be calculated separately." ”

"That's nature." Changle laughed with him, obviously it was him who was injured, but she also felt deep pain.

"Before that, I have to tell you." He smiled again, with a hidden exhaustion.

Changle stretched out his hand to pull out the dagger that had sunk into his chest: "I deliberately stabbed the dagger, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to ask what I wanted, you can't die now, I'm really reluctant." The second half of the sentence was said very frivolously.

"Actually, you are very good at everything, I could have given up everything and disobeyed everything for you, but why are you Zhao Di's daughter?"

"I'm sorry, I'm my father's daughter." Her face gradually became transparent and pale.

What a ridiculous Q&A.

"I'm also sorry, I'm Jiang Hong's son." Jiang Xian pressed her hand, and her smile and words were warm, "You draw the knife now, you really want my life." ”

Changle looked at him suspiciously, "I don't understand, you have always treated her as a mother, I can't understand this reason." "She wasn't really going to pull out the dagger.

"Okay, Changle, it's that I didn't describe it clearly enough." Jiang Xian firmly grasped the incomparably delicate dagger, the blood no longer seeped out, and he didn't feel pain.

"Princess Zhenguo is not my adoptive mother, but my biological mother." He said indifferently that every word contains a mystery.

Changle trembled suddenly, shaking his eyelashes: "I understand." ”

"I know that the father and daughter are robbers, but when it comes to their own bodies, it is still difficult to avoid vulgarity, Changle, telling you this fact is to make you not hate me so much, am I too selfish?"

Jiang Xian's bloodstained hand brushed over Changle's cheeks, and he felt more relaxed and unhurried than ever, and there was endless loss in symbiosis with this.

"We're all the same, actually." The woman, whose face had long since faded, smiled abruptly, "We are all looking for reasons for ourselves, thinking that we can not only convince each other, but also convince ourselves. ”

"There is no fate to be a lover in this life, so let's try to be enemies, okay?" His gaze was like water, dripping into the night.

Changle nodded with tears in his eyes: "You and I will be a hundred today." ”

"It's not so easy, Princess Changle, you should know, I am not the kind of benevolent and righteous person, on the contrary, I am very revengeful, you father and daughter don't know how much suffering my mother has suffered, as a son of man, how much humiliation have I beared? We, mother and son, will take these things back from you, and we will take as much as we can. ”

Changle was terrified when he heard these words, and subconsciously stepped back: "Jiang Xian, what do you want to do?" ”

"I just want you to empathize, suffer some hardships, and learn some lessons." He dragged his wounded body close to her, his eyes like paint, "My princess, you must forgive me. ”

Changle knew that he was already in a catastrophe, even if he had already prepared his mind, it was still difficult to accept it at this time.

It takes a lot of courage to face such a reality, but she seems to have been emptied, and even her fear is gone.

"Someone." Jiang Xian commanded in a condensed voice.

The flower dance rushed into the door, came very quickly, and listened to the floc close behind.

"Childe, are you injured? The slave went to get the medicine. Hua Wu shouted, his resentful gaze seemed to be about to rip Changle beside him.

Hearing this, he was not so excited, but he was also concerned: "Fortunately, it is not very serious, please bear with me." ”

Jiang Xian's focus was not on this, and he said in a stiff voice: "Hua Wu, I've already done what I told you, right?" ”

Hua Wu's face flashed, she is a charming woman, she speaks and does things with her own style, although she did not deliberately show off at this time, but the same words came out of her mouth with a unique rhyme: "The things assigned by the son have always been the first thing for Hua Wu, and they must be proper." ”

Tingsu's expression was very subtle, and she didn't know anything about it.

Childe specializes in explaining the errands of Hua Wu, most of them are ruthless and ruthless, Childe understands Tingxu, she is not the kind of person who can make a dead hand, but Hua Wu is different.

"Very good, since the things have arrived, Princess Changle will hand them over to you now." Jiang Xian helped Changle's shoulders, she was still sitting on the couch with her knees crossed, her eyes were empty, and when this day really came, she didn't know what she wanted.

Huangfu Jingfeng was still swearing to her during the day that he would not know Jiang Xian's true life experience, from adopted son to parent, it was a qualitative leap, and the two could no longer fight side by side.

Hua Wu teased at the corner of her mouth, she had waited for this day for a long time, she couldn't tolerate Jiang Xian's eyes looking at this down-and-out princess, there was a piece of starlight in it, more than once stabbed her eyes, how beautiful she was, how heavy her jealousy was.

"Don't worry, Childe, his subordinates will definitely treat the princess well." Hua Wu suddenly smiled like a flower, changing her title and claiming to be a subordinate.

Changle heard the profound meaning of "hospitality" in her mouth.

Their methods, a certain organization they formed secretly, Changle suddenly felt that he was taking his body as bait, and it seemed that he was slowly approaching the truth.

Tingxu didn't speak, but stepped forward to treat Jiang Xian's wound, the moment she quickly pulled out the dagger, the blood splattered out again, fainting on the plain brocade quilt, like a scattered little flower, it was very beautiful.

Jiang Xian was by her, and her eyebrows didn't wrinkle, Changle is a woman after all, her strength is not enough, and her will is not firm enough, he will forget such an injury in the next second, but the person who stabbed him is afraid that it will be unforgettable for life.

Hate is always deeper than love, and he forgets who told him that.

The jade in the stone prison was always cold, Zhao Di was meticulously dressed, although the night was very deep, he still sat on the desk, Jiang Hongjiao stood in front of him, and watched for a while.

"Zhao Di, you still refuse to talk to me?" She was originally a beautiful eyebrow, but over the years, her anger has become heavier and heavier, and she has long lost her former softness.

Zhao Di turned a deaf ear to her words, but the sneering smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more obvious.

This made Jiang Hongxiang feel an indescribable surprise: "Are you listening to me?" ”

It's like a stone into the sea, and there is still no echo.

She was used to this kind of conversation, but it was the first time she had been here in the middle of the night.

is still lucky, these days, she has said countless cruel things to him, each sentence can hurt people more than one sentence, but he didn't say a word, this is the strongest response.

Jiang Hongxiang became more and more discouraged, but she was not willing to accept it, more than 20 years ago, she had already lost once, and in front of him, she lost so badly.

Now, even if she can't win, she can't lose her dignity anymore, she can't afford to lose anymore.

But this empty decency, compared with Zhao Di's care, which one will be more important?

After many years, Zhao Di is still the same as back then in her eyes, she doesn't feel that he is old, let alone that the attraction he exudes has weakened.

Thinking back to the first time she met, she didn't know his identity, but simply thought that this young man was good-looking and magnificent.

When I was young, I really looked at good-looking people.

At that time, Jiang Hongxiang, like many aristocratic girls, was paranoid and naïve and superficial.

"Hey, you're quite deep in your evil ways." She spoke to him in a mocking tone, hoping that he would pay more attention to her.

The ginger makeup in the crowd is like a jewel, no matter where it is, it is the most dazzling.

But the young Zhao Di didn't seem to see her, and his eyes always seemed to be searching for something.

Beautiful, stunningly beautiful, flashed into his eyes, but dismissed.

What does he like? What type of girl do you like? At that time, Jiang Hongxiang tried her best to think about these problems, and completely forgot the honor that a princess should have.

Love is so humble.

Fortunately, it is also evenly matched, after learning that Zhao Di is the prince of Jiaoguo, Jiang Hongxiang was overjoyed, and her brother told her that a good marriage would be how good he would be.

She said to her sister Jiang Yufu, using a preemptive tone: "Sister, don't rob with your sister, the person who marries Jiaoguo can only be me, the prince of Yongchang is good, since you appeared, that kid's eyes have been fixed on you, my sister feels that you are just right, haha." ”

As for the later lots, it was nothing more than a game, a well-planned game. Jiang Yufu never robbed her sister, what her sister liked, she was willing to promote, to fulfill, for her, there is no difference between marrying anyone, God often has a kind of goodwill towards such a person who does not fight or rob, Yongchang has become a place of true affection for her in the second half of her life.

The past may not be like smoke, especially here in Jiang Hongxiang, her life is full of color, how much pain, how much hatred, and how much love.

"I'm going to take you." Jiang Hong, who withdrew from her memories, repeated the sentence many years ago, she smiled at him, and anyone who saw it would be heartbroken.