It's impossible not to be angry, the people around you are actually deceiving themselves, it's really not easy to survive in this cold harem.

But Cuizhi is only eighteen or nineteen years old, but she is distressingly sensible. Liu Xiaoxiao's heart floated a trace of unbearability, and he waved his hand slightly and said, "That's it, you get up, this palace doesn't blame you." ”

Yes, if you want to blame, you can only blame her Liu Xiaoxiao herself, it is because she is not angry and useless, so that everyone around her lives like ants. If you don't fight or grab, others will ride on your head and fight for it, but it goes against your own heart. It's really painful to live in this cold harem.

It's night, and the moon and stars are scarce.

Fu Ming ended a whole day's travel, and as in the past, he went straight to Liu Xiaoxiao's Yutang Palace. Since Liu Xiaoxiao was injured, Fu Ming has been with him almost every day. Although I can't be warm with her, as long as I gently hug her, hug her, and watch her fall asleep, it is also a happy thing.

Tonight's Yutang Palace is extremely strange. Gong'e minions, everyone has a sad look on their faces, even if they see the arrival of Fu Ming, they are just expressionless worship, and there is no happy atmosphere in the past.

Cuizhi, who was standing outside the door of the dormitory, knelt down and stopped Fu Ming's tall figure: "Your Majesty, Niangniang has already fallen asleep, and I told the slaves and maids not to disturb anyone, and the king is still..."

Fu Ming was a little surprised, although it was nightfall, but it was still early, Liu Xiaoxiao was injured again, this hour, it should be the time to change the dressing, how could he sleep, he noticed that something was wrong at the moment, and asked coldly: "What happened, tell me the truth." ”

"Niangniang, Niangniang did sleep!" replied Cuizhi, who was kneeling on the ground, without raising her head.

Fu Ming has never been a person with a good surname, so he crossed Cuizhi and went straight into the dormitory. Liu Xiaoxiao did fall asleep, and there was still a faint fragrance of medicine left in the dormitory, which showed that Liu Xiaoxiao fell asleep after changing the medicine.

He sat lightly on the edge of the bed with the curtain and jade beads, looked at Liu Xiaoxiao who had his eyes slightly closed, and said with a smile: "Doesn't Xiaoxiao want to see this king?

Liu Xiaoxiao couldn't fall asleep at all, and was even more sleepy when she was so troubled, she suddenly opened her eyes and said expressionlessly: "The concubine is injured and can't serve the king, so please summon the other concubines." ”

It wasn't until this time that Fu Ming finally realized it. It turned out that her stubborn Liu Xiaoxiao was playing petty again, but this time, I don't know why.

Fu Ming gently held Liu Xiaoxiao in his arms, and his broad chest kissed Liu Xiaoxiao's white but somewhat cold cheeks. Liu Xiaoxiao listened to Fu Ming's powerful heartbeat, but her heart was even more sad.

Thinking about the day Qingyu died, Fu Ming held Hua Yao Rui like this, regardless of whether he and the palace people lived or died. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Xiaoxiao, what's wrong with this? Is this king doing something wrong?" Fu Ming's rare regression, but he did not get Liu Xiaoxiao's forgiveness.

"The king is the lord of Hades, how can he do wrong. It is that the concubines have no blessings and cannot serve the king. ”

She was expressionless, struggled to sit up, and a trace of disgust and impatience flashed in her eyes, and she stubbornly turned her face away from looking at the innocent Fu Ming.

In this situation, Fu Ming's good-looking face finally flashed a trace of impatience, he thought that he was patient enough with this Liu Xiaoxiao, he made so many concessions, what else did she want.

A trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes, and he buckled Liu Xiaoxiao into his arms with his backhand, his mean lips moved slightly, and he said coldly: "Liu Xiaoxiao, what do you want from this king, isn't this king's tolerance for you enough?"

His voice was so cold, his face was so cold, and his good-looking face almost became hideous.

Liu Xiaoxiao looked like he didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and looked directly at Fu Ming and said: "The concubines didn't ask the king to endure the concubines, there are not many concubines who want to climb onto the king's dragon bed, so why should the king hold on to the concubines." ”

"You..."

Fu Ming was angry, with a wave of his big hand, a black light flashed out of his palm, and shot out, impartially hitting the Nanmu Eight Immortals Table carved with a nine-headed Luan Bird in the center of the dormitory, and then there was a loud bang in his ears, and the solid Eight Immortals Table was torn apart and debris was scattered.

A finger-thin debris shot out of it, cutting across Fu Ming's beautiful face. Leaving a shocking scar, blood running down his cheek.

Liu Xiaoxiao's heart was beating wildly, instinctively wanting to reach out and touch the bloody scars in the shadows, instinctively wanting to heal him. But Fu Ming looked like he didn't care, his eyes were blurred, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Liu Xiaoxiao almost wanted to stretch out his hand, but finally stopped.

Fu Ming asked himself, he had enough tolerance for Liu Xiaoxiao, enough regression, and even let go of his dignity as the master of the underworld, just to make her live happily and happily, but what about her, it was really bearable, which was unbearable.

He pressed Liu Xiaoxiao under him domineeringly, and clasped her two slender wrists with his big hands, no kiss, no touch, no foreplay, he tore her clothes so domineeringly.

Liu Xiaoxiao wanted to resist, but found that his strength was in front of him, like dust to the mountains, and there was no comparison at all.

"If you die, the Yutang Palace will be buried for you!"

Fu Ming's cold threat seemed to be still in his ears. She is helpless, now she can't do anything, she can only let Fu Ming vent frantically on her.

As the lord of the underworld, Fu Ming has always been an image of a king who does not say much and is decisive in killing. At that time, he was young, and he was like a young man, and he was also like a young man, with lingering warmth. But since Liu Xi Ruoxian's death, he has almost forgotten how to love a woman, how to give love to a woman, and now he seems to only have a strong possessiveness left.

There is no kiss, there is no warmth, Fu Ming's technique is so brutal, the untrained Liu Xiaoxiao, the original fair skin, can vaguely see the scars left by the silkworm bone whip, the brutality of the Fu Ming at this moment, like sprinkling a handful of sea salt on Liu Xiaoxiao's wound, the wound that was about to heal was torn again.

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He endured it for too long, he once thought that he was extremely gentle, extremely lingering, and gently held Liu Xiaoxiao in his arms and asked for it affectionately. But Liu Xiaoxiao, a woman, is too stubborn.