Zhuang Feiyu never thought that Zhuang Mengdie's previous treatment of him was just to use him, even if she was really just using him, he couldn't believe that Zhuang Mengdie would be ruthless enough to say such things to him in person.

How ruthless, ruthless, and hated him she was, to say such hurtful words. For her sake, he kept the secret of her life experience for her, and in order to let her sit on the throne of the empress of Tianxuan Kingdom, he designed to poison his mother and frame his siblings.

Even if his mother killed his father, it was his mother after all, his biological mother, she gave him life after all, even if she didn't love him, she never wronged him.

And his scheming imperial sister Zhuang Fuyao treats him even more sincerely, and he trusts him in everything.

For Zhuang Mengdie, he gave up everything, and for her, he can be said to have buried his relatives with his own hands, and gave them to the country of Tianxuan. He never asked her to give him anything in return, he just wanted her to be happy, he just wanted to get her smile, but in the end, it was only in exchange for nothing to do with it and self-inflicted affection!

Zhuang Feiyu looked at Zhuang Mengdie intently through the light gauze curtain, as if he had never known this person. And this is really the case, he really never really knew his third emperor sister Zhuang Mengdie, who was not related to him by blood.

After a while, Zhuang Feiyu nodded slowly, "Okay, very good, Zhuang Mengdie, you are very good!"

Zhuang Feiyu said that sentence painfully, lifted the heavy light veil, shook the gorgeous bead curtain all the way, and strode away without looking back.

The sound of the clash of bead curtains broke the depression in the dormitory, and after a long time, the swaying bead curtains finally regained their calm, and hung lifelessly, shining in the candlelight in the dormitory.

Zhuang Mengdie looked at the charcoal basin on the edge of the dragon bed, which had just completely burned the plum blossoms, and suddenly laughed.

The palace ladies didn't know why Her Majesty suddenly laughed, and they were so frightened that they hurriedly retreated, but they didn't dare to go far, and guarded outside the light gauze curtain with fear.

Zhuang Mengdie's laughter did not stop, after laughing for a while, she suddenly coughed, but the cough couldn't stop her laughter, she laughed like crazy, coughed hard, and laughed when she finished coughing, and when the laughter stopped, it was the time to cough.

"Go down, all of you. In Zhuang Mengdie's laughing and coughing strange voice, King Yun turned out of the carved screen behind the dragon bed, and he waved his hand to send several palace maids away.

When several palace maids heard the amnesty, they responded in succession, and then bowed and bowed and exited the dormitory.

"Have you laughed enough?" King Yun walked to the dragon bed with a cold face, and saw Zhuang Mengdie laughing and coughing, and he was already so uncomfortable that he was lying on the edge of the bed.

King Yun pulled Zhuang Mengdie's scattered black hair without pity, so that she had to raise her head to meet his gaze.

Zhuang Mengdie, who was forced to raise her head, was covered with tears, her eyes were still covered with mist, and although she had repeatedly restrained herself, the tears that had accumulated in her eyes still slipped down her pale cheeks uncontrollably.

"Hmph, why are you crying, didn't you just say that you wanted him to die immediately? It's the same as the truth, and it's sad that Zhuang Feiyu's face is so ugly. King Yun snorted coldly and sneered.

Zhuang Mengdie just let King Yun pull her long hair without resistance, and the fact is that she is weak at the moment and is powerless to resist. No matter how good the imperial doctor's wound medicine was, the whiplash wounds on her body were still painful.

Under the tears that slid down her cheeks, Zhuang Mengdie's jaw merged into droplets, and then drop by drop, drop by drop on Huang Cancan's imperial quilt. Zhuang Mengdie didn't say anything, and didn't even move her eyes, as if King Yun didn't exist at all.

"Mengdie, I still remember that this king asked you, the position of the empress of Tianxuan Kingdom and Zhuang Feiyu, what choice do you make. It seems that you have chosen this supreme power, and you really did not disappoint your uncle. King Yun said, letting go of Zhuang Mengdie's hair.

Zhuang Mengdie coughed a few more times before she barely leaned on the futon behind her, wiped her tears with her hands and cried: "Uncle last night's whip, Mengdie is afraid that she will have to live another seven or eight years less." Mengdie's body has fallen into the root of the disease, and it is difficult to die like a normal person, and now, I am afraid that it will not be a few years to live. ”

King Yun looked at Zhuang Mengdie fixedly, and was skeptical of her words, could it be that she was not crying because she was angry with Zhuang Feiyu, but for her own illness?

"Uncle, what did the imperial doctor say when Mengdie was in a coma? I know my body myself, and my uncle should not hide it from me. Seeing King Yun's suspicious eyes looking at her, Zhuang Mengdie suddenly barely supported her body, leaned closer in the direction of King Yun, and asked with a serious face, her serious look was still a little eager and nervous.

"Mengdie, don't think about it too much, you are just infected with the wind and cold, and you have some skin injuries, the two imperial doctors found by your uncle are very skilled, you just need to take care of your injuries, as long as you want to, this Tianxuan country's empress position, you will naturally sit longer than your mother emperor." King Yun meaningfully reached out and smoothed Zhuang Mengdie's back, so that she could feel better when she coughed.

In this way, Uncle Lao bothered. Zhuang Mengdie coughed twice more and pretended to thank King Yun.

"You and I are now a family, why do you need to talk like this? If you want to see outside, this king still needs to kneel to Her Majesty the Empress. King Yun spoke warmly, but the expression on his face was not necessarily good-looking.

"Uncle is right. Zhuang Mengdie showed a smile and hurriedly said.

"Since it's already a family, then Mengdie told her uncle truthfully, what you just said was that you wanted Zhuang Feiyu to die, but from the bottom of your heart?Or was Mengdie just worried about Zhuang Feiyu's safety, so she had to make this decision to drive him away?" King Yun leaned over Zhuang Mengdie and asked softly in her ear.

Zhuang Mengdie's heart was shocked, but her face did not show half a point, she coughed vigorously a few times, and then bit and said, "I hate him." ”

"Really?" King Yun raised his eyebrows, stood up straight and continued: "If you really hate him and really want him to die, it is not difficult for you and me to join forces and want Zhuang Feiyu to die." ”

King Yun's tone was very peaceful, and when he talked about asking for a person's life, it was like talking about ordinary things, but Zhuang Mengdie still got a glimpse of his temptation to her from his calm and even a trace of kindness as an elder.

"I hated him for abandoning me first and leaving me alone in the snow and wind and snow for a night. Zhuang Mengdie's tears had stopped, and at this moment there was only hatred on her face.

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