The night is charming, and the crescent moon hangs high outside the window, like a boat swimming in the river; the moonlight, like a thin veil fluttering in the wind, flows softly from the open window and falls on the dressing table next to the window.
In the huge inner hall of the palace, the two luminous pearls on the pillars on both sides emit a faint light, hazy and blurred, giving people a ethereal and confusing feeling.
On the big bed made of pear wood with four corners, two entangled figures were entwined. The bed curtains hung low and fluttered with the wind. Through the dim light of the night pearl, the charming colors inside the bed curtains were dimly visible.
The man's figure is slender and straight, and beneath him is a delicate and beautiful woman. The man's handsome face can still be seen in the blur. The deep black pupils are flashing with a coquettish light, but the eyes are full of tenderness, and the sexy thin lips outline the
With a beautiful arc, he lowered his head to hold the heroine's red lips in his mouth, and his lower body also erect...
"Ah..." The woman instantly moaned, looking at the man with charming eyes, raising her hand to put on his neck, and softly shouted: "Hao..."
The voice is so charming...
When the man heard her tenderly calling out his name, his body trembled slightly, and then the speed of moving in and out of his body accelerated...
The red gauze tent is warm, and the passionate drama of lovers is performed. The moans of women and the rough breathing of men intersect, making the moon shy and charming the night!
The passion finally subsided and the passion faded away. He hugged her gently, like a treasure in his heart, with a happy smile on his lips, as if he was the happiest person in the world.
Her eyes were full of hatred, and the fingers of her hand under the quilt slowly gathered together and slowly clenched into a fist!
In this love, who has put all the heart and soul into it, and who is there but the heart is already messed up?
He suddenly turned over, pressed on her soft body again, and wanted to kiss her...
"Hao, don't..." She pushed him away suddenly, walked out of the bed while he was stunned, lowered her body to pick up the scattered clothes, and slowly put them on; no one saw it, just in that corner, between the beds.
There was a little bit of white light, and her hands trembled slightly as she picked up the last coat, getting closer...
He frowned. He could turn a blind eye to her strange stiffness during love, but she was really too weird tonight. He leaned against the edge of the bed and put on a robe. He stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms, smiling lovingly and asking:
"Baby, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
She lay on his chest, holding the coat in her hand on his back, but there was something extra under the coat...
As soon as he closed his eyes, he exerted force in his hands...
The man pushed her away instantly, his eyes widened with shock: "Yan'er, you..."
With the burning pain in his back, he fell down on the bed with his feet weak. He stretched out his hand and found that his palms were wet...
Under the hazy light, her expression could not be clearly seen, but her voice was colder than ever before, with deep hatred: "Ye Yangchenhao, does it hurt you? This knife is for my love.
I gave it to you. Haha, I really deserve to die. I was bewitched by you and killed the person I love so much..."
Mu Ziyan laughed like crazy at this, walked quickly to the dressing table, picked up a pair of scissors and cut off a strand of black hair, looked at Ye Yangchenhao and said: "From now on, you and I will be like this
Qingsi..."
As she spoke, she let go of her hand and let the green hair in her hand fall...
The man's heart trembled, his lips moved slightly, and he was shocked with satisfaction: "Yan'er... you, do you remember?" She actually remembered...
"Yeah, now that I think about it, I wish you could die right now. My knife should not have fallen on my hands, but on your body. If I hadn't committed suicide, I wouldn't have made the mistake I did now!" As she spoke, she slowly stepped back: "However, you are really about to die. That wound is not shallow, and it is also poisonous... If you can survive, it is your fault!"
After saying that, she turned around and left! But on the bed, his robe was moistened with blood and turned into pieces of coquettish red flowers. His head gradually became heavy and his consciousness became blurred. Before his consciousness fell into darkness, he whispered: "In this life, you The only person you can love is me, and I can’t leave you unless I die..."
Mu Ziyan hadn't left yet, it was midnight, and she had been planning for many days, so after leaving the dormitory hall, she did not leave the palace directly, but went to the imperial study room.
After arriving at the Imperial Study Room, Mu Ziyan vented her hatred and tore up any books or memorials that said "Shen Mengxi" was a traitor. If he couldn't tear them away, he would burn them with fire!
The curtain in the imperial study room was also pulled down by her. What does this woman want to do?
Looking back on that day, she had a deep love for Shen Mengxi and vowed to be together life and death. However, after Shen Mengxi's death, she became a 'real couple' with the man who executed him. If people really have souls, will Mengxi's heart be affected by this? And have been crying?
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." She was obsessed with feelings to the point of being dead-set, and would rather die than obey Ye Yangchenhao, but she was seduced by Ye Yangchenhao, and how did she face the love she once swore to live with for the rest of her life? husband...
She actually stayed with the man who killed her husband for so long, and she even had feelings for him...
"No, I, Mu Ziyan, only love one person in this life!" Mu Ziyan huddled in the corner, her heart in turmoil. She was just a little bit close to falling in love with the man she hated the most. Thinking back to those seemingly sweet things, On those days, her heart felt painful, wrong, wrong!
Pressing the position of her heart, Mu Ziyan felt that her heart was now in a state of turmoil. She could not bear the torture, which made her burst into tears. "Why are the Mao people so strong in time travel, but I am such a stupid idiot? Mu Ziyan Can you be a strong time-traveling woman?"
Mu Ziyan asked herself, but she felt that this was just a brain convulsion. The emperor had been assassinated, so what else could she not do? But she was really not strong at all. Another woman would have been very bold, unlike her. So confusing.
There are only one or two words between hating and not hating, but she can't deny that her heart is already hesitating. After so many lingering relationships, can she still hate? But she can't forgive Ye Yangchenhao, she should hate him for acting like that Despicable ways to rob her.
"Am I the most cowardly time-traveler in history? I am not firm in love and courageous in hate!" Mu Ziyan stood up slowly, deciding to finish the work at hand first and then leave gracefully. Ye Yangchen killed her husband, He took her body away, and now she let him have a taste of it and evened it out. From now on, Ye Yangchenhao and Mu Ziyan have nothing to do with each other!
Mu Ziyan's feelings for Shen Mengxi were imposed on herself, and her feelings for Ye Yangchenhao were the most contradictory but the most irresistible. Maybe those feelings will become clear after a long time, but whether she and Ye Yangchenhao are in this deep gap can Can you cross it?
On this night, there was an unexpected fire in the royal study, the emperor Ye Yangchenhao was assassinated, and the purple concubine disappeared mysteriously...