5157. Chapter 5157 Who knows that my love is cold 1
The moon rises and sets, and the wind rustles the leaves.
Feng Miaolian was sitting in this clean grotto, with the man in her arms sound asleep - he was actually in a semi-comatose state, with old and new injuries that had broken a strong body into pieces.
After a tiring day, she didn't even feel tired. She stared at the full moon in the sky with her eyes wide open.
The bright moon is reflected in the chrysanthemum stand, but who knows that my love is so cold?
The surroundings were so quiet, only her, Ye Jia's weak breathing, was the first time she was in such a place. She had been pampered all her life. She entered the palace at a young age and lived like a little princess beside Queen Mother Feng. Although she was not a princess, Feng
Queen Mother's nephew
Daughter, because of the Queen Mother's favor, who doesn't regard her as more noble than a real princess? Then came the career of a royal concubine, and then to the empress whose mother has honored the world. Even during the few years in the family temple, she was dressed in beautiful clothes and jade.
You don't have to worry about food, food and clothing, and there are maids to wait on you.
How many times in your life have you been in a place like this, without food and clothing, and three meals a day?
How many times in your life have you ever served another man like this with your own hands?
This is the first time, the first time to act as a protector.
She suddenly felt that she had become extremely powerful.
Ye Jia, Ye Jia, you saved me three times, each time at a critical moment of life and death. Without you, I would have lost my life. The career of a queen and the raising of children have been decided as early as in the family temple.
It's gone, it's gone. How much more damage will I have to suffer than that time? This time, why not save you instead of me?
She squinted her eyes in the moonlight and smiled softly, just like the sigh of the wind.
The night was covered with cold dew, which chilled her forehead. The feeling seemed to be a warning for the rest of her life. She vaguely heard shouts in the distance, each sound like a death knell.
Her whole body trembled, and she stretched out her arms to hug Ye Jia tighter and tighter.
Poor and humble couples suffer from everything.
She thinks about the future at inappropriate times.
There was no fear in her mind, but instead she was excited, so excited that she couldn't control herself, because at this moment, she suddenly remembered that she could do many, many things: freelance, a woman studying for graduate school, a woman opening a shop in Shuixianqiao Art City
...Who is this? Who is this? I have never relied on any man, but I can still have enough food and clothing, and have enough to eat and drink. Who is that? Who is that?