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Chapter 95 Poison

Her expression is also a little complicated.

According to the system's mechanism for each world, in order to protect the indigenous people, the memories related to her in each world will slowly fade until they disappear after she leaves.

Such side effects gradually became more and more obvious the longer she left.

He Muyan was already sixty years old at this time. Logically speaking, he should have almost forgotten her. How could he still remember her appearance and voice?

Su Lian suppressed the strange look in her eyebrows and stood up.

"Let's go to the next world."

The little pom-poms bounced off her body:

"Hey, don't you want to continue reading?"

The passage of time in the system is different from that in the small world. The decades in the small world are only tens of minutes in the system.

Therefore, they seemed to be watching a documentary that was not too lengthy, watching the rise and fall of this dynasty, and watching the ups and downs of He Muyan, unable to escape.

Su Lian didn't know why he was like this. He didn't feel any pain in his heart, but he felt a wrinkled feeling of discomfort.

It was obvious that she had taken the poison herself in order to save Jiang Pingzhi, but this time she did not have the same sense of freedom as before.

That's why she sat here and watched everything that happened next.

But for some reason, she didn't want to see the ending.

The little pom-pom also remained silent.

The figures of one person and one fox flashed and completely disappeared from the system space.

On the big screen behind him, the silver-haired He Muyan seemed to have sensed something in his dream, with a smile on his lips and his eyes slowly closing.

It was daylight, and when the new eunuch walked all the way to the dragon bed, he couldn't help but look horrified.

A random voice was loud and sad, resounding throughout the entire palace:

"Your Majesty, you are dead!"

He knew from the time he was sensible that she had never loved him. She only regarded herself as a shadow, an object, and a tool that allowed her to see his father.

What's funny is that he covets her little warmth.

So when his father ordered him to kill her just to completely destroy his own weakness,

He has always longed for power and his father's approval, but for the first time he chose to disobey his father.

But his poor, ridiculous mother knelt in front of him and begged him:

"Yan'er, kill me, if this is what your father wants."

He also cried bitterly and wanted to know why, so he knelt in front of her, asked her, and begged her.

The dagger had been inserted into her heart, and she was clearly twitching in pain, but her eyes were so gentle:

"Yan'er, mother loves him."

That was the first time he saw the appearance of "love", which was terrifying, sad and hateful.

For many years afterward, he seemed like a lonely ghost. People around him were afraid of him, afraid of him, and disgusted with him.

But no one loved him.

Except for Su Lian's appearance.

At first he thought she was like them, just getting close to him for power, and she wanted to flatter him even if she was afraid.

Later he discovered that she was indeed like this, and even more so. She never concealed her ambitions and desires. Unlike her delicate body, she was the strongest woman he had ever seen.

Later, he suddenly saw a resemblance to his mother in her.

That kind of stubborn, crazy, focused.

But her love is healthy, serious and unreserved.

It was him who was abnormal, and it was he who harmed her.

He Muyan sat next to her, as stiff as a tree. After a long while, it was as if the ice sculpture exuding the biting cold finally woke up and took a look. His throat made an indistinct swallowing sound, like a wounded animal, curled up at the foot of the bed in a strange posture.

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Putting the palm of her hand close to his cheek, when he noticed the coldness without any residual warmth, his dark pupils flashed with indescribable emotion and despair, and in an instant, a strange hope flashed across her.

He has never had what he wanted, so could he just watch her leave his arms this time?

...

"Hey, tell me, why are life so much better now?"

"Yes, it seems that the business suppression and military conscription policies promulgated years ago will also be changed. I heard that it is because His Majesty has no intention of going to war, so there is no need to recruit so many strong men. Those who have wives and children at home can also be released as appropriate!"

"It's great that my family is saved! Your Majesty is so wise!"

"Who says otherwise? I heard that this was all suggested by the Imperial Concubine before she was alive! If the Imperial Concubine were still alive, they would really be a couple..."

"Shh!"

In the fiery red sedan, He Muyan closed his eyes slightly, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly when he heard these words.

Su Lian.

Did you hear it.

There are still people who remember you.

Someone will always remember you.

The Flower Street Parade ended in front of the palace. He looked at the empty back seats with a trace of regret in his eyes.

"Please step back, I want to go on my own."

He said this with a normal expression. Zhou Ninghai looked at each other and the guards on the side, and finally walked away.

He Muyan walked slowly towards an extremely secluded place in the palace. It seemed that because he was in a good mood, his pace became much brisker.

Stopping in front of a low wooden door, He Muyan straightened his hair, seemed a little nervous, straightened his clothes, and then reached out to open the door.

It was obviously dark, but the moment he opened the door, a little light came on.

It is an extremely elegant and quiet small garden, with many irises planted in it, which looks extremely melancholy in the cool wind.

He quickened his pace and approached one of the doors. The structure inside was extremely strange. It was a huge room, but there were no normal wooden tables and chairs. What was there were only candles that kept jumping but not making people feel warm, as if someone was there.

Just click here anytime.

He leaned over and opened an iron cover on the ground, and dazzling light emerged from the ground.

He folded up his sleeves and walked in, his smile becoming more obvious.

In that low-key hut, there is actually an entire underground palace that is extremely luxurious.

Countless glazed jades, flowers and green woods create this place like an exquisite glass paradise.

Just because it has been underground all year round, there is a cold atmosphere everywhere.

In the center of the palace, an ice coffin filled with icy cold breath lay quietly.

The ice coffin seemed to be carved with complicated flowers, which looked extremely delicate.

And the person lying in it has a beautiful face as before, without any trace of decay.

Except for the frost between her brows and the stiffness of her body, which indicated that she was a corpse, there were no other signs.

He Muyan's lips curved into a gentle smile:

"Lian'er, I'm here to see you."

He knelt down gently and hugged the entire ice coffin into his arms. He didn't even dare to touch it directly because he was afraid that his body temperature would melt the protective layer on the surface of the beautiful ice sculpture's skin.

Frost. Even if my whole body is shivering from the cold, I don’t care.

He kept muttering vague words in his mouth, as if he were facing a living person, and gently lowered his head to kiss her forehead, cheeks, and lips, but his eyes showed morbid satisfaction and love.

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