Raising his hand to pull up his clothes, he asked, "When will he start?"
"We will leave the palace tomorrow and find any reason. It is difficult to attack in the palace, and it is difficult to escape if you attack." His eyes were bright, "I will make arrangements."
"Is this unfair to Chenyue?" She suddenly whispered.
"Are you being merciful? But she didn't show mercy to you either."
Murong Qingshuang slowly shook her head, "I am asking you this question."[
Yuwen Longxiang smiled playfully, "Where to start."
"The Queen Mother said she was obsessed with you." She said directly, "She refused to show mercy to me, and it was all because of you."
He still smiled and said nothing, as if all the things that happened because of him had nothing to do with him.
Murong Qingshuang looked at such an unlucky person, shook her head slowly, frowned and said seriously, "Have you ever thought about what will happen after you die?"
"Go to hell?" He raised his eyebrows and smiled lazily.
Her voice was cold and ruthless, "Those women must want to take your skin off!"
Yuwen Longxiang's eyes moved slightly and he held her arms, "You want it too?"
"I'm not them."
He raised his hand and touched her cheek lightly. He frowned slightly for a moment, then immediately let go. He suddenly smiled and said, "Buddhist seven sufferings: birth, old age, illness, death, meeting of resentment and hatred, separation from love, and asking for help."
No. No one can completely escape. Why should they blame me for their 'not being able to ask for anything'?"
Seeing that she had no reaction, Yuwen Longxiang looked at her again and said, "If there is a group of men who all want you, could you let them all have you?"
"But you gave people hope," she said. "You gave her hope and then made her despair. It's better not to get it."
He shook his finger lightly, "I have never given anyone hope, everything is just your wish and my wish. What others think in their hearts has nothing to do with me. Even the concubines in my house... they also get what they want.
Already."
Murong Qingshuang snorted coldly, "You really know how to distance yourself."
"Chenyue and I can't even talk about our love."
"We can't talk about love. I've said it many times..."
Before she could finish speaking, he smiled evilly and leaned over to seal her lips. He carried her onto the bed and skillfully pressed her down to resist.
"pain……"
He moved his hand and pulled her injured shoulder. Yuwen Longxiang stopped, let go of his hand, looked at her shoulder, and muttered in a low voice with unclear meaning: "Brother Huang, that bastard..."
