Qing Wan didn't expect that Yongzheng had already known his motives, and he still kept a hand, Qing Wan couldn't help but be a little angry and said:

"Don't move! Otherwise, we will all perish! ”

"Why do you say it so seriously, don't you want to know who leaked your secret? Or do you already have the answer in mind? After Yongzheng finished speaking, there was another chuckle.

"Qingwan, do you know who the stupidest person in the world is? is a person who was loyal to his master, but was ruthlessly abandoned by his master! ”

"Say no more!" Yongzheng's words were undoubtedly another attempt to unravel Qingwan's scars, Qingwan collapsed a little, and had a moment of distraction, that is, because of the distraction, the direction of the dagger in his hand had turned to him.

"I really don't know if he sent you to underestimate me, or overestimate me, what do you say?"

"Kill if you want, whatever you want!" Qingwan didn't want to answer any of Yongzheng's questions, she chose to close her eyes silently.

"This temper is really right, but it's a pity that it's murderous, otherwise, I will keep you for a few days."

"I won't hide it from you, if it weren't for the fact that your master personally handed over a roster to me, I really didn't know that a beauty around me was actually a spy, you say, I should be happy? Or should I cry for you? The sharp blade seemed to follow his own shadow, sliding across Qingwan's face.

"Why don't you speak? Why don't you give me a dance, that dance was so beautiful. ”

"Want to die?"

"Why am I willing to let you die?" Yongzheng lowered his head and kissed away the tears on Qingwan's face, and then went down, chin, and neck.

"Someone!"

"The minions are here!"

"Will Wan Chang be reduced to a military prostitute and fend for herself."

"Yes!"

"Dog Emperor, you might as well kill me!" After Qingwan finished speaking, she wanted to hit the dagger, but was dodged by Yongzheng.

"I can't bear to kill you, I believe I'm not the only one who likes your face."

Yongzheng asked the servant to tie up Qingwan, and then he put away the dagger and walked out of the door.

"What did you do to me Amma?"

"Are you still worried about you, Amma? You know that I hate people betraying me the most, you should know that feeling, don't you? Yongzheng laughed, the door opened, and the moonlight spilled in, Yongzheng looked at the woman on the bed, not dying, but still hating himself on his face, and a little sad.

"Perhaps, you don't even know what hatred is, but now you hate me so much." After Yongzheng finished speaking, he walked out, and since getting along these days, it is false to say that there is no feeling, but when he gets the list, who can understand his own heart.

Carmine remained on the miserable white lips, a pillow of yellow sorghum, who is talking about the big dream of the Spring and Autumn Period, and who is ruthlessly abandoning it, like the hot mercury poured on the flesh and blood.

She thought that she could break through the wind and sand with thousands of troops and horses, and fight in the bloody rain, but she never thought that one day, others would break off her wings and become a caged bird.

Today, she is holding the mentality of co-living and dying with Yongzheng, so she put on her favorite pomegranate red and danced her favorite dance, whether it ends or not, she is already disheartened, she thought that Ce Ling just abandoned her and abandoned her on the edge of the cliff, but she never thought about it, but he pushed himself ruthlessly and fell into the abyss, so that he had no way to retreat, only a dead end.

Nalan is right, the Lord didn't take his hand, but in a different way, ridiculous, ridiculous.

Walking on the road, wandering on the road of life will seem blurred, the mission of all evils, non-stop singing, overwhelming shadows, with all the prosperity and desolate blood.

After all, fate could not escape, and in the end, only the garnet red covered his eyes, and together with a pair of slightly cool hands, he hung down tiredly.

The warm breeze is good in this spring, and the paper garden flies outside the window.

Although the vertical and horizontal can be accepted by a thousand lights, the light smile and deep affection will go away.

There is no reason for falling in love, and the loneliness of life is abandoned from now on.

The bleak west wind blows awakens the dream, and the deciduous sycamore hates the cold autumn.