1649. Extra Story: The Three Princes and Readers 3
She still stared at him, her voice extremely gentle: "You will continue to do this dream and will never wake up again..."
"Well... I don't want to wake up either... I think dreaming is so good... Shui Lian... Dreaming is such a good thing..."
His intermittent voice stopped and slowly fell into a drowsiness. [26nbsp;]
After a long time, he has never slept so hard and so sweetly.
The moon rises and falls again, and the wind rusts the leaves.
Shui Lian sat in this clean courtyard, and the man in his arms couldn't wake up. He was actually in a semi-coma state, with new injuries and old scars, shattering a strong body.
After a day of fatigue, she didn't feel tired, and her eyes widened and looked at the full moon in the sky.
The moon reflects on the chrysanthemum platform, who knows that my love is cold in my heart?
The surroundings are so quiet, only her, the weak breathing of the Third Prince, she was in such a venue for the first time, and she lived a pampered life all her life. She entered the palace from a few years old and was like a little princess next to the Queen Mother. Although she was not a princess, because of the Queen Mother
Who doesn't regard her as more noble than a real princess? Then there is her career as a concubine, and then to the empress who is in the world. Even in the past few years in Siheyuan, she was still rich in food and clothing, and she couldn't eat or wear
Sorry, there are maids to serve.
How many times have you ever served other men like this in your life?
This is the first time, and it is the first time to act as a guardian.
She suddenly felt that she had become extremely powerful.
Prince Three, Prince Three, you saved me three times, every time it is at a critical moment of life and death. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't even have my life. This time, why not save me?
She squinted her eyes under the moonlight and smiled softly, like the wind's sigh.
The night condensed with cold dew, which coldened her forehead. The feeling seemed to be a warning to her for the rest of her life. She vaguely heard the cry from afar, like a death knives.
Her whole body trembled and she reached out to hug the Third Prince tighter.
Poor men and women are sad.
She thought of the future when it was inappropriate.
There was no fear in my mind, but instead excited, so excited that I couldn't help myself. Why do I feel that the pressure of survival is not so terrible?
As long as you don’t wear silk and satin, as long as you don’t pursue bird’s nest and shark fin, what’s the hardships of ordinary days?