Xibao didn't answer, she was silent, on the one hand, she didn't want to echo him anymore, and on the other hand, she was secretly figuring out the meaning of Murong Chong's words.

"But there are many things that backfire, and I can't help myself." Murong Chong continued, lamenting in words.

Did you think of Princess Wenjin?

Xibao heard a trace of regret from his words, she smiled bitterly in Xipa, and said slowly, "Eight times out of ten. Nine is not satisfactory, but we should also respect fate and live our best. ”

"Respect for fate?" Murong Chong snorted and said in a peculiar tone, "Fate is for rebellion. Because, it never treats us well. ”

Hee-po was silent, and a withdrawn little boy suddenly flashed in his mind, but it quickly stopped him from staying in his mind. He should have left as promised, and returned to his rightful place. It's time to get him out of my mind and never think about it again.

Murong Chong sat sideways next to Xibao, and through Xipa, he could see his skeletal hand, caressing a jade ruyi. The slender white and slender fingers, lined with emerald green Ruyi, make people imagine for no reason.

In terms of appearance, Murong Chong's firm face was faintly filled with a feminine beauty. He also has an older sister, who was also born gentle and moving, and Emperor Fu Jian once praised them in public for looking like clouds, looking back at the city.

"Xibao, who have you ever loved?" His voice was low and gentle, as if he was asking very seriously.

Xibao didn't answer immediately, but thought for a moment before whispering, "Who haven't I loved?" ”

"I thought you'd like that kid from Tuoba." Murong Chong did not shy away from pointing out the person's name, and then asked, "Then do you know who has loved you?" ”

This time, Xibao had to answer quickly, almost without thinking, "I am a child born to a fox demon, and no one will like me." ”

"Really?" Murong Chong slowed down, and his fingertips slowly crossed the edge of Yu Ruyi's edge and said lightly, "I remember that a few years ago, Tuoba Jue was beaten by His Majesty with forty boards in order to take responsibility for you, and he almost died. ”

His words were like a demonic temptation, trying to lead her into the abyss little by little.

Xi Bao took his eyes off the back of his hand and deliberately disdainful, "A man's little injury is nothing." ”

"You're so ruthless." Murong Chong sighed and continued, "You will definitely not take that Ziqi Gongzi's little diligence in your eyes. ”

"......" He mentioned another person, although they were not annoying people, but in this atmosphere, his husband kept mentioning other men, which made Xibao uneasy.

"We had our big wedding night, and I didn't want to mention them."

"Well, yes. Today is a good day that will forever go down in history, and we should not talk about the past. Murong Chong seemed to have thrown away something, slowly got up, and stood facing Xibao. His voice came from above Hee-bo's head, and it sounded very good, "A bright future awaits me. ”

I?

After saying such things in the face of his wife, Xibao felt awkward when he heard it, but he couldn't think of anything.

Xi Bao was locking her eyebrows, and the emerald green jade Ruyi reached into her Xipa from underneath, and for a moment Xi Bao suddenly had a spirit, as if she had been violated, but she quickly stabilized herself.

Yu Ruyi slowly picked up Xipa, and under the candlelight, the outline of the beauty gradually became clear.

Xibao was a little uncomfortable with such a scene, at least in front of Murong Chong, she felt a little awkward.

"You're so beautiful today." Murong Chong approved softly, but after a change of words, he said, "But it's still not as good-looking as Wenjin." ”

After saying this, no matter how sluggish Xibao was, he could hear his dissatisfaction with this wedding, and then he couldn't help but sink his voice, "Sister's posture in the city, Xibao really can't compare." ”

"It's okay, you're much more sensible than her." Murong Chong put Yu Ruyi on the bed, took her hand, and led her to the round table in front of the bed, "Come, sit here." ”

On the table were red candles, apples, delicate pastries, and a pot of wine. The wine glass placed on opposite sides has already been poured into the wine, which is innocent and pure, and you can smell the aroma of wine when you sit down.

Murong Chong lifted his dress, sat down lightly opposite Xibao, and sighed, "Is there such a quiet night, I really want to talk about the past, but I'm afraid of trouble." ”

Knowing what he wanted to say, Xibao raised his eyes and said politely, "The past is the most charming, not to mention that there are only two of us here, what can't we say." ”

"Yes, we are already husband and wife, what can't be said." Murong Chong lifted the wine glass and raised it in the air, "Cheers, Xibao, from now on, you will be my wife." ”

Xibao also picked up his glass and drank it all with him. seems to be reminding herself that no matter how unwilling she is, she is already Murong Chong's wife.

After putting down the wine glass, Murong Chong picked up the wine jug and filled the two wine glasses again. After putting down the flask, his thoughts gradually settled, and after a pause, he slowly spoke.

"When I was in the Yan Kingdom, my father, Emperor Jingzhao, loved us very much, and my mother was the queen, and at that time I didn't have to look at anyone's face, they all knelt at my feet and reverently called me the prince. But this time did not last long, and your father came. ”

"He ruined everything." Murong Chong's expression gradually turned from warmth to resentment, and his words were gloomy. Through his eyes, Xibao could even see the flames burning under those eyes, like purgatory.

He drank a glass of wine from himself, and his gloom became heavier, and after glancing at Xibao, he filled it up alone, and continued, "My father once praised me for being a brave and good fighter in the future, but your father did not spare my life because of my talent. He said, "I am handsome, and I should keep it." I stayed with my sister. ”

Xibao's back instantly cooled, and looking at her newlywed husband's painful and vicious eyes coming from purgatory, he suddenly rushed towards her like a demon.

Are those filthy gossip about Murong Chong and his sister, as well as Emperor Fu Jian, true?

Xibao clenched his fingers in his sleeves, and persuaded in a little panic, "Forget it, hate doesn't make people happy." ”

"Xibao, you haven't been a slave to the country, so you won't understand. It's a very humiliating life, and those memories will follow you for a lifetime, and that's not something that simple hatred can describe. Murong Chong raised his eyebrows, and a kind of despair enveloped him again.

"And what do you want?"

"What do I want?" Murong Chong repeated it word by word, and poured another glass of wine into his mouth.

Xibao looked at him and frowned, I don't know if it was an illusion, in addition to the smell of wine, she even smelled the smell of blood. Taking advantage of the moment when he was distracted, Xibao looked around, including the ground, and found nothing special.