After eating, Lu Jingmo picked up the handkerchief on the table and wiped his mouth, his black eyes were as black as glass, and his thin scarlet lips were lightly opened.

"Do you want to play a game of chess?"

Zhang Yuan bowed his head: "Happy." ”

The chessboard was set up, and the incense in the purple gold incense burner was wafting.

The chess pieces made of good black jade are sandwiched between the fingers that are as white as jade, and the two extremely different colors are entwined to create a strange beauty.

Lu Jingmo dropped a black piece, "Do you really like your concubine?" ”

Zhang Yuan, who was holding the white chess piece, intercepted the attack of the black chess, and a soft smile appeared on his cold face: "Well, he is very good." ”

Lu Jingmo looked up at her, a little surprised in his heart.

This man's heart is not much softer than hers, and in a way, the two of them are the same kind of people.

Now that the same kind of people have fallen in love with a man who is obviously a spy, she doesn't understand.

"Do you know he's coming from an unknown source? It's likely that someone else has planted a spy on your side. ”

"I know." Zhang Yuan also looked up, "But I know that I love him." ”

She smiled suddenly, her eyes full of tenderness, "Your Highness, love can encompass everything." ”

She knew that he was a spy in Hades, and that he had infiltrated her study and stolen some letters.

But so what?

She just loved him.

So, she chose to pamper.

Lu Jingmo looked down at the chess game, and the sunspot in his hand fell.

The eyes of the woman opposite were full of determination, just as they were back then.

She knew that this man was serious.

It's just that there is true love in this world?

So many people praise the greatness of mother's love and father's love, but some biological parents abandon their newborn children with their own hands.

Mother's love and father's love are unreliable, how can we talk about true love?

Can love encompass everything?

It's ridiculous.

The two played chess against each other and said no more.

The battle has entered a white heat, and Kuroko is a little struggling.

"Your Highness," Zhang Yuan once again swallowed a few black pieces, "I conceded." ”

Black loses.

Huang Tong, who was gnawing on an apple and watching the battle, fell to the ground with a "click" of the flesh in his mouth.

His Highness, who has never lost in chess, actually lost!

Huang Tong rubbed his eyes, making sure he was not mistaken.

Most of the board is white, with only a few blacks.

"His Royal Highness is uneasy," Zhang Yuan rolled up his sleeves and put away the white pieces on the chessboard, "Zhang Mou is not victorious, and this game of chess will not be counted." ”

Lu Jingmo supported his forehead with one hand, his black pupils were as deep as an abyss, and his thin lips were as red as blood.

There was a dark aura all over the body, which made people breathless.

The dusty memories in the depths of her mind unfolded before her eyes.

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"Kill this little mute! Kill her! ”

A group of five or six-year-old children punched and kicked a little girl of two or three years old.

The little girl did not resist, but curled up and covered her head with her thin hands.

"Brother Huzi, she seems to be bleeding!" A flat-headed little boy said with some fear.

The boy known as Brother Tiger grew fat and strong.

He saw the blood slowly oozing from the little girl's back, and a slight panic appeared in her eyes that were squeezed into a slit by the flesh.

But he didn't want to be cowardly in front of his little brothers, so he kicked the little girl in the abdomen viciously.

"Little mute, next time you pretend to be smart in front of the teacher, be careful that I beat you up!"

Threatening words are simply not something that a child of this age can say.

But growing up in an informal orphanage, which child didn't experience the warmth and coldness of human affection too early, and sometimes they could fight in order to grab a bite to eat.

When Huzi and his little henchmen left, the little girl curled up on the ground struggled to sit up.

There was a blank blank on the immature little face, as if he had long been used to it.

She stood up, stumbled to the dilapidated little room, climbed onto her own bed, and pulled out a small pink quilt, her voice hoarse.

"They all call me mute."

"I just don't want to talk to them."

No one answered her.

The little girl, covered in wounds, continued.

"They beat me again."

"I'm in pain."

"If you knew, wouldn't you feel distressed?"

No one said distressed.

"Daddy...... Mom. ”

"I'm really abandoned, am I?"

A crystal teardrop fell to the ground.

It was the first and last time she shed tears.

The little pink quilt was lit by the little girl with a lighter and slowly ignited until it turned to ashes.

The screen turns.

It was also a three-year-old girl, but this time she was held in a warm embrace.

"Mo'er is tired of following your mother emperor to the court today! Is it okay for your father to hold you and sleep for a while? A gentle voice came from overhead.

The little girl wanted to look up and see who was holding him, but she found that she could only see a white expanse, and the warm embrace was gone.

She was in a hurry.

The little girl has a very high IQ since she was a child, and her mind is indifferent, and there are almost no emotional ups and downs.

But this time, she was out of proportion, desperate to find the owner of the voice.

That person seemed to be important to her.

Who is it?

"The baby is good, the father is kissed."

The gentle voice rang out again.

"Emperor, you are the future emperor of Beilu, and you have to shoulder the responsibility of the princess."

A majestic and loving female voice came.

"Good grandson, the mourning family wants to kill you!"

Some old, pampering voices reached the eardrums.

The little girl frowned, these voices were so familiar.

She seems to have forgotten something?

A pinprick-like pain in her head prevented her from finding the owner of the voice.

You won't let me look for it, I'm going to look for it.

The little girl's rebellious spirit was stimulated.

"Ah!!h

finally

She saw Liang Han gently dressing her; Lu Ye patiently told her about the way to govern the country; Empress Taijun spoiled her infinitely.

……

Lu Jingmo suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes gradually cleared.

She had just lost her mind, allowing her demons to take advantage of it.

But......

She felt the surging internal force in her body, and her beautiful eyebrows were slightly relaxed.

Is this a blessing in disguise?

Because he defeated the demons in his heart, he achieved great martial arts.

The smoke in the incense burner rose, Lu Jingmo's white fingertips wiped away the remaining blood from the corners of his mouth, and with the other hand, he picked up the tea handed over by Zhang Yuan and poured out the incense in the stove.

The incense in the stove was given by her master Luo Tian, she only thought it was given by Luo Tian casually, and she never thought that it was specially matched for her to get rid of her inner demons.

The cheap master did his best for her, and it was not in vain that she called the master for sixteen years.

"Your Highness is alright?" Zhang Yuan handed over another cup of tea.

"Nothing." Lu Jingmo took it and rinsed his mouth, and the taste of blood in his mouth gradually faded.

The pale face slowly returned to its rosiness.

"Whew! Your Highness, you're scared me to death! After playing chess, you sit there with your head closed and your eyes closed, Zhang Yuan and I shouted to you, you shouldn't either, and then spurted out such a mouthful of blood! I'm scared to think about it. Huang Tong said with palpitations.

Lu Jingmo ignored her, but said to Zhang Yuan: "I believe it." ”

"What?" Zhang Yuan was confused by her three words without a beginning or an end.

Lu Jingmo got up and smiled lightly, the curvature of his red lips was extremely amazing, "Love can tolerate everything, and it can overcome everything." ”