Dugu Lin was a little surprised. He had never heard that dreams could continue. He felt something bad in his heart. He wanted to open his eyelids, but found that he was too weak to open his eyes at all. He could only stay silent in the dream.
In his dream, his mind flashed through her face on various occasions, gorgeous and exquisite, with various faces, either dignified or calm. No matter how smart, courageous, dignified and generous she was outside, she always showed a sense of dignity in front of him.
It has a bit of girlish innocence and innocence, and is purely bright and beautiful.
He understood that this was because she was attracted to him and had feelings for him, so he must make good use of her love for him and let her play her best role.
He smiled softly and hugged her into his arms, so that he would not have to face her pure black crystal eyes that could see his reflection, and he would not have to feel ashamed. He thought carefully about his words: "The Royal Grandmother and the Queen Mother, everything is there."
It's all up to you to deal with it..."
In his arms, she raised a happy and contented smile, and responded in a low voice: "Your Highness, don't worry, I will do my best to please the Queen Mother and the Queen."
The smile on Dugulin's lips faded away, and his heart felt heavy, as if there was a heavy stone pressing on his heart, giving him an unreasonable feeling of suffocation.
However, the scene changed again. In the chaotic fighting, a sharp arrow shot at him with lightning speed. At the critical moment, she rushed over regardless, and the sharp sword penetrated her chest.
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"Your Highness, if you are fine, Xiaoran will happily die!"
The scene changed again and again, the two armies were fighting, and he was assassinated by an assassin. The sword was soaked with domineering poison. It was she who took the drug for her regardless of her life. Afterwards, he was safe and sound, but she was poisoned and lingered on the bed for half a year.
, the body fell into residual poison...
The last scene was her questioning with tears streaming down her face and her eyes red: "Dugu Lin, I am sincere to you, how could you, how could you do this to me? How could you..."
Dugulin, how could you do this to me? That voice seems to be lingering in my ears for a long time.
It's not that he doesn't feel guilty, it's just that his pursuit of imperial power has long put an end to love in his heart. In the days that followed, although he hated her to the core and became more cruel and cold because she cut off his children and grandchildren, he still couldn't face it.
I remember her crazy eyes and her weeping questions.
Why did he treat her like that? Why was he so cruel to someone who loved him so much? He also asked himself in the midnight dreams in the future, until he was dying and lying on the gorgeous dragon couch that exuded the silence of death.
He dared to look directly at the answer. It turned out that it wasn't that he didn't know, but that he didn't have the courage to face it.
She has been with him all the time, from humble to powerful. When he ascended to that coveted position, he couldn't bear it every time he faced that face, because her existence seemed to remind him of those terrible pasts.
Those days when he abandoned his conscience and humanity to fight for the throne.
Those ugly pasts were the cancer in his life. There was always a voice in his mind that was shouting to cover up and remove them. She, the woman who witnessed his ugly past, also had to be removed. Only by completely getting rid of this
With a woman, he can get rid of that ugly past.
He was grateful for everything she had done for him in his ugly past, but he also hated her role as a witness in his ugly past. This idea was so contradictory that even he couldn't explain it. Finally one day, he was finally against the enemy.
But the inner demon took action against her.
But, from then on, her crazy eyes and shrill voice always appeared in his mind, making him unable to forget her, as terrifying as tearing out his heart and scraping his bones.