Lu Ming came out of the bathroom with Jingyiren in his arms.

Gently put her on the bed, followed into the quilt, and hugged her tightly in his arms.

Jingyi people are so tired that they don't have the strength to take a bath.

It was Lu Ming who helped her scrub it.

Lazily leaned on Lu Ming's arms. The sleepy eyes closed and opened slightly, and then closed again.

Constant back and forth.

"Iren!" Lu Ming's sexual/sensual voice came from overhead.

"Hmm!" Jingyi replied weakly.

Lu Ming leaned against the head of the bed, with a big palm, stroking and playing with her hair.

Lu Ming hesitated for a while and said indifferently.

"If I were the imperial uncle you hated, would you still like me?"

Lu Ming actually made careful consideration when he said this, if it hadn't happened today, it would have made him suffer from gains and losses in his heart.

Maybe he will never tell the truth to Jingyiren.

In fact, on the night when Jingyi married him and spent candles in the cave room. He had a dream.

That time, he really felt how heartbroken the emperor was. How uncomfortable it was to give her that cup of poison.

Every time he dreamed before, he was watching the whole story as a bystander, but this time he was fully integrated.

It's as if Jingyi married him and fulfilled all his dreams.

Let him see why the emperor let Jingyi die in the first place.

Hearing Lu Ming's words, Jingyi let out a daze chuckle in Lu Ming's arms.

"Impossible! Uncle Huang won't be as good to me as my husband! ”

“……”

Fool! He has done a lot more than him Lu Ming.

Lu Ming sighed in his heart.

My thoughts seemed to be ...... that day.

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The high walls of the palace resemble a huge cage.

Snowflakes fluttering all over the sky, mixed with a faint fragrance of plum blossoms, and the snow stained the eaves white.

A group of palace people hung their heads and walked briskly on the snow, and the sound of stumbling made countless footprints.

The seemingly calm palace has gone through a bloody storm a few days ago.

Today, the emperor finally issued an order to give the demon girl death.

The emperor wore a crown on his head, a dragon robe, and a thick mink cape was dragged from his shoulders.

His face was expressionless and handsome, like a fairy's face, he looked a little pale, and his expression looked so empty and helpless.

In the light of his breath, a cloud of mist floated in front of him.

Surrounded by a crowd of people, he walked forward step by step.

Everywhere he went, the footprints he had stepped on in the snow were swept away by the cloak that mopped the floor behind him.

There is a noble and compelling heroic spirit between the gestures

The palace people behind him were vigilant and cautiously lowered their heads and followed behind the emperor, not daring to slack off at all.

After a few days ago, the emperor went on a killing spree, killing all over the purple and the palace was full of blood.

At this moment, no one understands the emperor's dilemma, and it hurts like digging out his heart and bones.

He gave the woman he loved the most to death, and now he was going to send her on his way himself.

The words that King Qiushan had said in front of him half a year ago came to his mind.

"Now there are rumors outside the city, you will hurt her if you leave her here, she is my fiancée, I have to take her away!"

"You take her around! I won't lend you a single soldier! ”

If that man loves her more than he loves the country, and loves the princess more than him, he is willing to cut off this reluctance and heartache and let them fly away.

However, this man still chose Jiangshan and left the ...... with a large team.