The surroundings were quiet again, and you could hear your own heartbeat. Every beat of your heart was so heavy and sad.
Her face could barely be reflected in the pool. She still had that naturally charming face, but with a hint of femininity and the melancholy of a little woman.
When did she become like this? Will she be so brooding and affectionate over trivial things?
She shook her white jade feet irritably, and the petals floating on the water rippled with the waves. When she lifted her feet, a blue petal stuck to her ankle.
redemption.
Wandering aimlessly in order to obtain a vague salvation and find a place to stay.
The petals are redeemed because of her, but who will redeem her?
She still wears the grass ring on her finger. Although the flowers have withered, the vines are still as precious as ever.
Gently touching the grass ring on her finger, the sweet words from the past echoed in her ears. She lightly opened her red lips and murmured: "Are you my salvation?" In front of love, she became timid and ran away. Women have sensitive hearts.
And fragile.
She did not stay here until late. She walked slowly towards Nianmei Palace under the scorching sun above her head.
The bedroom was as empty as ever, desolate and miserable.
The flowers in the vase had withered, and they were picked by Luo Ming himself and given to her.
Her slender fingers gently touched the withered petals, and a melancholy rose in her heart. Her heart was pulled by him, but she didn't know where he was or what he was doing at this time.
I don't know since when, they really rarely stay together. She doesn't know where he is, and he won't suddenly appear next to her anymore.
Are you tired of it? This word suddenly appeared in her mind.
Her charming lips curved into a sneer, and her cold eyes were full of painful thoughts. The withered yellow petals were torn off by her and fell into pieces between her fingers.
Turning around, the slender figure walked resolutely outside. The sunlight shining in from outside the house could not drive away the coldness inside the house.
The majestic and luxurious study room was neatly furnished with all kinds of books, but the whole room was not filled with the smell of ink, but with the smell of wine.
Many empty wine bottles were scattered on the ground, smelling of alcohol.
After drinking an unknown amount of wine, Luo Ming, who was already half-drunk, lay half-lying on the desk, holding a silver-white wine bottle and pouring it into his mouth.
Drinking wine is like drinking water. You will never give up until you are drunk.
The closed study door was suddenly pushed open, and strong sunlight came in. In an instant, his eyes, which were accustomed to darkness, could not open, and he could not really see the scene in front of him.
Jian Mei frowned slightly, and said with obvious anger in a cold tone: "Who let you in! Get out!"
Bathed in the sunshine, there was a slender figure. She closed the door, walked slowly towards Luo Ming, and said in a cold tone: "So, does this Nianmei Palace also have my forbidden area?" Nianmei Palace
He built it for her. This is a palace given to her.
The dazzling sunlight was blocked outside the door. He squinted his eyes slightly and saw her appearance clearly. He called out in disbelief: "Mei'er..." His thin lips curved into a mocking arc.
He was laughing at himself in his heart, pretending to drink to drown his sorrows, but all he could think about was her, and he even hallucinated that it was her appearance.
He picked up the jug and took another sip of strong wine.
The Nangong Mei he saw was not an illusion. At this time, she was looking at him who was drunk with heartache.
She walked slowly to his side, stretched out her hand to stop him from continuing to drink, and said sadly: "Why do you torture yourself like this?" She felt heartbroken when she saw him like this, even more sad than before.
Her hand was cool and soft, and there was something beautiful that he wanted to hold tightly. The moment she touched him, he knew that she was not an illusion, she was really here.
He cooperatively put the wine bottle in his hand on the table, raised his eyes, looked at her with a smile and said, "Why are you here?"
He was drunk, so he forgot to hide the sadness in his eyes, and the smile on his face became so hypocritical.
Her heart contracted and she felt severe pain.
She heard that for a while he was addicted to alcohol and would get drunk every day. The King of War once became a drunkard on the street. At that time, it was the time when she disappeared from the world of mortals.
Staring into his eyes that were blurred by alcohol, she said sadly: "Why? What on earth made us like this." It was the first time she felt like this. He was clearly right in front of her, but it made her feel uncomfortable.
She felt so out of reach.
Luo Ming's smile disappeared from his face, he turned his eyes away from Nangong Mei and said coldly: "Don't you know?" He had been running away, but she asked him to face it.
Nangong Mei didn't answer but asked: "Should I know?"
"Yes. You don't know! How could you know?! Haha..." He smiled coldly, stood up, and still refused to look at her again with his dark eyes.
Nangong Mei's two curved eyebrows frowned together, and the uneasy feeling invaded her nerves. She whispered: "Ming..." His anger and pain made her feel scared, and she fantasized about it thousands of times.
His bright future began to become fragile in his crazy expression.
"You know you love me, right?" Turning around, he stared at her and asked suddenly.
Looking at Luo Ming in front of her, he looked so unfamiliar, and the pain in her heart became even more profound, and she said, "What on earth are you..." Before she could finish her words, Bo Jiang's lips came up, mixed with the strong smell of wine,
Crazy plundering her oxygen.
He was drunk, drunk from too much liquor, drunk from the woman in front of him, so completely drunk.
He bit her soft lips without any tenderness, and tore her clothes to pieces with his long slender hands without mercy. He didn't even hear her voice of objection, and took possession of her like a wild beast.
After the storm passed, he fell into a deep sleep. In his sleep, he still held her tightly in his arms.
Nangong Mei lay naked in his arms, her pretty face leaning against his hard chest, her slightly opened eyes revealed her exhaustion and heartache, and the crystal liquid slowly slipped from the corners of her eyes, dripping on the
On bronzed skin.
She knew he was drunk, but being drunk was not a good reason. They said that if you tell the truth after being rescued, what you feel after drinking is the most real!
He wants her, but he also rejects her. He is contradictory in his love for her, but he hates her body, both physically and mentally.
Her body didn't just belong to him, and it wasn't so pure and clean. He cared about it in his heart, and he cared so much about it, yet he was so resistant to it.
She felt it, but it was still so profound.
He was finally disgusted with the dirty body.
Thinking back to the beginning, the first time they met, they were entangled in darkness, without any emotional involvement, just the most primitive instinct of the body urging them to seek each other. But when he saw the still white sheets, the disgust in his eyes
It was so obvious, and his disgust for her was so profound.
Just because she looked like Hange, the wheel of fate turned them together again. From revenge to deep love, in just a few months, they fell in love with each other.
But Luo Ming has always been a man of this era, this feudal era. Like other men, he does not allow his women to be defiled by other men. This is something that his proud heart cannot accept.
Because of hatred, he possessed her again and again; because of love, he tenderly wanted to possess her; and because of love, he could not tolerate a grain of sand in his eyes, because she was once someone else's woman, and he didn't care!
So he tortured himself, so he alienated her, so their love became so fragile because of his stupid mind.
Luo Ming was undoubtedly the man who cared about this kind of thing the most, so how could she forget it? She understood it so clearly from the first time they met!
The surroundings became so quiet, and she could clearly hear his heartbeat, so steady and rhythmic.
The smell of alcohol in the room was no longer that strong, but she was still drunk, with a fishy-sweet taste in her mouth, and waves of scalding heat lingering in her belly.
Tired, really tired, tired from pain and hurt.
The pretty smiling face was pressed tightly against his bronze chest, the cherry-red lips raised a bitter arc, and the thick eyelashes slowly drooped, carrying all her heartache, and she was indulged in the boundless darkness.
I finally understood why Shangguan Master Mu refused to believe in love. Even though he met her, even though he could no longer fall in love with her on his own, he still loved her with reservations. He once said that love is too fragile a word.
, too hurtful.
If you fall into the whirlpool of love, you are destined to be severely injured. Behind the sweetness is an abyss of pain.
The cool moonlight shone on the glazed tiles, causing the entire palace to glow with a blue mist.
The bright moon hung high, and under the dark curtain that should have been quiet at night, a dark red figure was wandering uneasily outside the study. Her steps were light, but her frown revealed her anxiety at the moment.
After a long time, she finally decided to walk to the door of the study and raised her hand to knock, but her fisted hand stopped in mid-air and she couldn't knock, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
It was not easy for him to knock on the master's door, but she had to knock because Nangong Mei had been missing for a day and a night. In this palace, they all knew that even if the master was stabbed, it would not be a big deal.
And if Nangong Mei loses a hair, it will be more serious than the sky falling!
After taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door with my hand in mid-air. In the quiet night, there was a "dong dong dong" knock on the door.
The noisy sound disturbed the sleeping people.
Luo Ming's handsome eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and he slowly opened his hazy sleepy eyes. He felt that his head was in confusion and he heard constant knocking on the door.
The harsh sound made his head hurt even more, and he said coldly: "What's the matter?" He subconsciously touched his sore head with his hands, and then he realized that there was a soft and delicate body lying in his arms.