The night of the Vozra steppe is quiet like a baby's cradle, Winkol is the baby lying in this wide cradle, deep sleep, the light of the stars sprinkled on this vast land, this is the resting place of the Blood Wolf King! Every inch of land here is conquered by his iron hooves, and every place where the iron hooves step on is buried a head, and the Wozra steppes are irrigated by blood, which is why they are so fertile. Shu Yu Shirt

These words were the favorite requiem of the old people before they went to bed at night, but now this song came faintly from the tent of the lord of the country, and the voice was full of pathos.

"The lord of the kingdom is still drinking in the tent?" Outside the tent, Yeluyan asked the ghost who was guarding the door.

The latter nodded helplessly, to be honest, when the lead singer sang this song, it was even worse than his grandfather's, hoarse voice, as if someone had taken an iron file and pressed it on the holster, and repeated it over and over again.

"I went in and saw him. Yelu Yan frowned slightly and said in a low voice.

The ghost did not leave but did not mean to get out of the way, and said in a deep voice with a straight face: "The lord of the country has an order, no one is allowed to enter, and those who disobey will be killed." ”

This was originally an iron law, and it added a bit of murderous aura to the mouth of the ghost, Ye Luyan's brows furrowed even tighter, and he said slightly angrily: "The lord of the country hasn't even eaten dinner, and has been locking himself in the tent and drinking alcohol, how can his body stand it like this, the internal injuries he suffered last time in the full part have not healed." ”

The ghost remained indifferent, still standing straight outside the door like a gun, expressionless and unyielding.

Yeluyan stomped her feet, and finally had to turn away, and put the tray heavily on the ground as she left. The ghost does not leave or does not look at it, the night wind blows the fishy smell of the hot mare's milk to the vast grassland, he does not like this woman, in the ghost does not leave, if it were not for this woman, the lord of the country would not have made trouble with the queen to this point; of course, the biggest reason is still in the most hated and awkward woman, if it were not for her, the lord of the country would not have suffered so much.

The ghost can't tell which woman he hates more, in short, women are very troublesome and troublesome animals.

How did things turn out like this?

This question is also a question that Xiao Xuanchen in the tent can't figure out.

At the beginning, things were under control, and he knew that some of his intimate actions with Ye Luyan would cause Zhuang Meiyan's mood to change, and that small change was called jealousy. No matter how wise a woman is, as long as she falls in love, she will be jealous, and jealousy is a gift of love.

A love that has never been jealous is imperfect.

Her little awkwardness, her angry little temper, all fell under his eyes, making him distressed and funny, coaxing or persuasion - at this time he was the one who was wronged, and she would have thousands of reasons waiting to criticize his explanation.

He chose to remain silent, thinking that was the best way to solve it. The result of the silence was that she was even more angry, and when he knew from the mouth of the ghost Gus that she and Yeluyan had not returned for the night, she had fallen seriously ill and vomited blood, and he realized that he had chosen the wrong way to escape, and that silence would only hurt her.

The next afternoon, he went to her tent and used his usual trick of winning a hundred battles - scoundrel stalking. This time this trick did not have the effect he expected, and he had to lay out his plan and plan. He and Ye Luyan were just acting in a scene, in order to cover up everyone's eyes and ears and divert everyone's attention from Zhuang Meiyan, his favor for Ye Luyan can share part of the nobles' hostility towards Zhuang Meiyan to a certain extent.

Honesty has always been the enemy of silence, and what silence cannot solve can be solved under honesty. Although Zhuang Meiyan was still very angry, Xiao Xuanchen understood that the rest of the matter only needed a few sweet words to calm down.

"You seem to be indulging me in arguing with you. She laughed mischievously and pushed a porcelain bowl to the ground, shattering it, and she took the opportunity to shout, "I hate you!

He was almost choked, but after thinking about it, he smiled and gave a thumbs up, and said in a low voice: "The lady is wise." ”

This is the truth of that quarrel, if Zhuang Meiyan calms down indifferently, it will be too inconsistent with her character, he allows her to be small, and within a controllable range.

But he overlooked one thing, women, the most uncontrollable animals in the world, their emotions are terrible.

Suddenly, things were like a wild horse that had taken off the reins and ran wild on his planned route, and many things came so quickly and so quickly that he could not control them, and he could not control everything, including himself.

The letter...... The sentence conveyed by Jiang Yutang at the risk of death...... Kids, and ......

These messy messages scrambled into his thoughts, and they all shouted loudly, and he raised the wine bag and poured it into himself, and there were several empty wine bags on the ground, and only wine could offset his eternal sorrow at this moment. But this wine, the taste of this wine, he suddenly remembered that this wine was made by her, it turned out that every inch of his life belonged to hers, even the sorrow.

The little white face full of determination was always dangling in front of his eyes, lingering, and he sighed. Did his gentle question just now drive her to the brink? Her determination still scared him to this day, if she lost control a little more...... He didn't dare to imagine it.

He's just a man, stripped of all those gorgeous names, he's just an ordinary man!

Xiao Xuanchen raised his head and continued to drink, at this moment, only the things in the cup would understand him.

The palace of the royal court is not as dark as imagined, the tall stone pillars support the vast underground space, here is another underground palace, empty and silent. The place that the high priest had arranged for her was a room completely separated by stone, very large, and the only stone bed was quaint and rudimentary.

The stone bed was as the high priest had said, the mattress was new, thick and soft, the quilt was just as fluffy, and there was a huge fireplace on the wall opposite the stone bed, and a blazing charcoal fire was burning. However, Zhuang Meiyan still felt very cold, the cold always surrounded her, cold to the bones, she curled up her body, shivering in the bed, she closed her eyes, she didn't want to think about anything, in fact, she was powerless to think about anything.

There was a dull pain in her abdomen, and the fetus seemed to feel the mother's sadness, fear, and uneasiness, churning in her stomach irritably, kicking and beating, making her even more uncomfortable.

Baby, mother is very useless, you are frightened!

Please, don't leave me no matter what! No matter what happens, I will never let them hurt you, not even him.

Zhuang Meiyan opened her arms and tightly covered her bulging lower abdomen, caressing gently, the fetus's irritable movements were slightly relieved, she was tortured by cold and pain, and finally couldn't resist the temptation of tiredness, and fell asleep in a daze.

She didn't want to sleep, her dreams would be occupied by that hateful man, all night long, even if he wasn't by her side, he still occupied her life so domineeringly, that she couldn't escape.

In the dream, his eyebrows were lowered, the corners of his eyes were full of love, the corners of his mouth were full of teasing smiles, and he opened his arms and hugged her tightly. She hated herself, but she couldn't help but covet the warmth of the other party's body, under the caress of his big hands, all the blood boiled, and the chill that had invaded the bone marrow suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Xiao Xuanchen watched silently as the little woman curled up in his arms from the initial slight resistance to the last kitten-like tameness. The little face was still pale, there was no trace of blood on the lips, the two slender eyebrows were tightly wrinkled together, the only bloody thing was the birthmark on the cheeks, she curled up, her thin arms holding her abdomen hard, making a protective gesture of maternal instinct.

Every gesture was so weak that it burned into his eyes and burned his soul.

He caressed her body, just like before, her every gesture would deeply provoke his deepest **, no matter how deep the gap between the two people was, he was still attached to her body. He carefully unstrapped her clothes and kissed her delicate collarbones, the supple shoulder sockets, the smooth skin and the familiar breath of her body made him more and more uncontrollable.

She groaned suddenly, her brow furrowed tighter, and her body, which had been quiet, trembled again, and her hands resisted pushing him. Xiao Xuanchen was stunned, but he didn't want to stop, he didn't want to.

"Chunju, Snow Kite, Aunt Suna...... He's a bad guy and he's lied to me again...... He's the bad guy. ”

She muttered, tears faintly overflowing from the corners of her eyes, Xiao Xuanchen smiled bitterly and raised her hand to help her wipe the dampness from the corners of her eyes, and echoed in a low voice: "Yes, he is a bad person and a liar, I will help you punish him." ”

She seemed to sink deep into the dream, and after a moment of silence she exclaimed.

"Help me...... Save the Child...... Please, spare the child, I beg you, that's mine...... It's my child!"

Who was it? Who was it that hurt her so cruelly in her dream? Xiao Xuanchen frowned, he wished he could also get into her dream and kill all those who hurt her.

“...... Xiaobai, please, don't ......"

His body suddenly stiffened, it turned out to be him!

It turned out that he was the one who hurt her the most!

Xiao Xuanchen breathed a sigh of relief, stroking her hair with guilt, however, her dream was still not finished, and she muttered a name that he least wanted to hear at this time.

"Hao!"