was pinched by her shoulder, and there was a feeling of pain, Mu Xuefu didn't care about it, only shook her head, "No, no, I have never forgotten my mother, and I have never thought of avenging Jingrong's stranding, and I have never thought of giving birth to children for Jingrong, I will leave Jingrong, and I will leave him when I finish avenging." ”

"Leave him? Ask your own heart, are you willing to do it? Can you put it down? Fu'er, you are in love with him, his position in your heart is getting bigger and bigger, and the heart of revenge is getting smaller and smaller, if you continue like this, your heart will be filled with him sooner or later, and you will forget to take revenge! Wei Jianniang's hand slowly slid down from Mu Xuefu's shoulder weakly, and shook her head gently, her eyes full of disappointment, like a ray of gloom in the night, silently blending into the bone-chilling wind, "Fu'er, my mother is really disappointed in you, my mother didn't expect you to move the most untouched feelings before the revenge was avenged." Ask yourself, are you worthy of your mother, sorry for your father, sorry for your brother? Do you want the sixty-nine heroic souls of the General Mansion of Zhenguo to be at peace? You are not worthy of being the descendant of my Zhenguo General's Mansion at all, and you are not worthy of being the daughter of me and Qiying. ”

"No, mother, I've never forgotten revenge, really never." His heart was like being scratched by the claws of a wild beast, and the pain was so painful that his heart and lungs were stirred together, and it was difficult to suffocate. Mu Xuefu resolutely knelt on the snow, the bone-chilling cold seeped from her knees into the cracks between her bones, and her frozen teeth rattled, "I have been thinking about revenge every moment for more than ten years, and I will not give up for the sake of a man." I admit that I like him, but I don't like him to the point where I forget what I want to do. And, and in the future I will leave him, I will cut off this undeserved relationship, I will, I will, I will" Her voice grew lower and lower, until at last it was almost like a filament, muttering.

Wei Jianniang didn't help her, but just looked at her coldly, "You must know that when he knows your identity and knows your purpose, his previous love for you will turn into nothingness." When a man is deceived and used by the woman he likes, how much he likes this woman before, and how much he hates this woman after that. What's more, you have killed countless people, and your hands are covered with blood, if he learns that the hand he holds every day is stained with the blood of many people, then you will become a demon girl in his eyes, maybe because of your use, because of your deception, then he will want to kill you, a demon girl. ”

Mu Xuefu's plain white clothes blend with the snow, like a thing in this silver world. She put her palm on the snow, the cold snow covered her palm, and the whole person was shaky, as if she would not be able to support it in the next moment.

"Fu'er, don't blame your mother, your mother is all for your good. Although Jingrong is very good to you, you don't conspire with each other in different ways, and he is not your lover after all. Meng Jianniang helped her up, she gently picked off the snow stained on Mu Xuefu's palms, her voice was as soft as silk yarn, but it was cold and made people tremble, "Do you know what you did the most wrong?" ”

Mu Xuefu raised her eyes to look at her, only to see her smile faintly, and suddenly pressed down on Mu Xuefu's stomach, with a strange smile like a mandala blooming on her lips, "The most wrong thing you did was to conceive his child, this evil seed will only ruin your business, let your mother help you get rid of this worry." ”

"No!"

Boundless blood slowly flowed out from under her body, turning into a red river, and her abdomen seemed to be pierced by a sharp steel knife, and the sword continued to stir, tearing her heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys together. Mu Xuefu fell weakly in a pool of blood, her eyes fell fixedly on her mother's face, watching her slowly restrain her smile and retreat little by little.

She reached out to grab the person who seemed to be illusory, but she didn't catch anything, and the figure of her mother slowly faded and disappeared. Falling to the ground weakly like a willow, only a blank space remained in his mind, a tear flowed from the corner of his eye, and before he fell into darkness, he only murmured:

"Mother, don't go, don't leave Fu'er behind."

Mu Xuefu opened her eyes suddenly, and there were bean-sized sweat particles on her forehead, but she didn't move as if she had been pointed, only gasping for breath.

It turned out that everything was just a dream.

Yes, my mother is dead, she died more than ten years ago.

But everything in the dream was so real, so real that she couldn't tell the difference between dream and reality.

It took a long time for her to calm the gasp in her chest. Her fingers moved and returned to normal, and she wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, and let out a deep breath.

The man next to her was already sleeping peacefully, but at the moment she was not sleepy. Carefully pushing away the man's arm pressed on his body, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if he was about to wake up. She patted him on the back, soothed him, and saw that he was still sleeping in a dream, so she tiptoed out of bed.

Picking up the clothes on the side and putting them on, she walked to the soft kang under the window and sat down. Jingrong is three feet away from her, and the veil of heavy mountains looms over his face, and he can't see it really.

The hand slowly covered his lower abdomen, remembering the dream he had just had. Everything in the dream is very realistic, even the pain is empathetic. The red blood was gurgling, just like the one that flowed out of Hua Mei'er when she was tortured.

I don't know if it's loss or happiness, Zhao Yi was really relieved when she said that she wasn't pregnant, but she didn't feel good when she saw Jingrong's disappointed expression. She knew that Jingrong had always wanted her to give birth to a child for him, but if she had a child, her worries would increase, because Jingrong She had already taken revenge slowly, and if there was a small life hub between her and Jingrong, that

No, no, she can't have a child with a view.

Tonight's dream may be a warning to her mother, blaming her for her children's affection, blaming her for being lost in love with Jingrong.

She knew that she didn't deserve to have feelings, and she didn't deserve Jingrong's love for her, but her involuntarily, her feelings couldn't help but spread, and she couldn't control it and couldn't give it up.

What am I going to do?

The faint tone seemed to whisper, like a wisp of green smoke ethereal from her mouth. Her heart was like a spider web, twisting and gathering in her heart, and then getting tighter and tighter, so tight that she couldn't breathe.

When he first gave the marriage, he must not have wanted to marry her, otherwise he would not have spread rumors, did not welcome relatives or visit the church under the pretext of illness, and deliberately snubbed her, and never set foot in the East Courtyard for a month after marriage. If it weren't for the fact that night when she was playing the piano in the gazebo because of her father's mother, I don't know when she would have met him.

Since then, he has gradually drawn closer to her, and has become more and more kind to her, as if all the previous estrangement from her did not exist. Although there have been exploits, temptations, and suspicions, they have also given her endless favor. He coaxed her, got used to her, and tolerated her, like holding a rare treasure, carefully caring for her.

She never thought that she would gradually become infatuated with his love, and even wanted to covet it for a lifetime and take it for her own. His meticulous care, like a poppy, made her gradually addicted, and she was about to lose her original self.

What her mother said in her dream was right, the position of Jingrong in her heart was getting bigger and heavier. If she continues like this, how can she talk about revenge, and how can she be worthy of the Zhenguo Mansion?

Love is really easy to get lost, and it really can't be touched. But what should she do? Is it completely severed? However, once the heart is giving, how can it be regained?

Jingrong, how should I treat you? How do you let me go?

I am the demon girl of the Underworld Pavilion, you are the noble prince of the dynasty, maybe one day you will come true and dominate the world, and as a vicious demon girl who is known in the streets of the world, how can I be worthy of you? Or is it really as my mother said, when you know my true identity one day, you will see me as a flood, and you will treat me like a demon like the rest of the world?

The eyelashes trembled slightly, and the tears flowed silently, like pearls with broken threads, all crystal clear. One, two, three, dripping and rolling down the cheek and onto the back of the hand. As if burned, her hand contracted unconsciously, and only then did she realize that she was crying.

"Shepherd, Sheph." The urgent call woke her up from a dream, and it was the call of the man in the bed.

"Fu'er." The sound was noticeably louder, and the person on the bed seemed to wake up from a dream and sat up.

Mu Xuefu quickly wiped away her tears and gave her temperament, although she was still in turmoil, she couldn't take care of it at this time. She hurriedly ran to the bed, lifted the curtain and sat next to Jing Rong, "I'm here, what's wrong?" There was a thick nasal voice in her voice, which made people know that they had just cried.

Jing Rong woke up and was anxious when he saw no one around him, and he was relieved to see Mu Xuefu beside him at this time. He hugged Muschelf tightly, clasped the back of her head, and bit her lips tightly, almost without tenderness.

There was pain at the corner of her mouth, but Mu Xuefu didn't push it away, just silently endured it.

After a while, Jing Rong stopped, but didn't speak, just stared at her with burning eyes.

"What's wrong?" Muschev raised her hand and stroked his cheek.

"I dreamed that you left me, I was really scared to death, and I woke up and didn't see you, I almost thought it was true." Cold sweat soaked his clothes, and he shivered coldly, and only the woman in his arms could warm him with the temperature on her body. Jingrong's forehead was against her forehead, and the slightly warm lips fell on her eyes with pity, and there was a warm and wet feeling, which made him tremble, and his lips snaked down, down his cheeks and nose, and then gently fell on her red lips, "Why are you crying?" ”

There was a feeling of suffocation sweeping through her heart, and Mu Xuefu pulled out a smile with difficulty, "I had the same dream as you, and I cried with fear." ”

Jing Rong kissed the corners of her mouth and stopped, hugged her tightly, the expression and heat under his eyes burned like a thick fire, he looked at her seriously, persistent and focused, "Fu'er, you promised me that I would never leave me, you can't break your word, you know?" ”