The crabapple tree is fragrant in the tent, and the bright moon is in my arms

His movements were rough, and he laughed more and more cheerfully: "If you have seen him, then I will dig out your eyes, so that you can't see anyone... From now on, only I will see you... Okay?"

Zhu Dingyuan held her waist and pressed down, as if to break her upright pride.

Meng Shuran grabbed the bloody white robe beneath her body, and the image in her mind finally overlapped with that soft, handsome face.

She gave a shy, heart-moving smile.

The back remains straight.

"No, that's not right. You still have him in your mind... I have to dig him out of your mind... You are my promise, and I am thinking of making you a noble lady."

Meng Shuran, who endured it silently, made him furious, and Zhu Dingyuan was also very upset at the backbone who resisted him.

He pulled away, picked up the long sword beside him, and brought it down fiercely: "What are you resisting? Are you expecting the dead to come back to life and save you?"

"hiss……"

The sad sword wounds came one after another, as if he was going to cut her in half. Meng Shuran lay on the ground in pain, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood.

"You are just a... monster... You will never... be better than him..."

The only response she got was the long hairpin falling in front of her eyes.

Zhu Dingyuan looked at Zhu in his palm, listening to her screaming, struggling, and trying to touch the bloody hole on her eye.

"Hahahahaha, bitch!"

Meng Shuran twitched in pain, still clutching the robe in her hands, her mind gradually becoming dazed.

I only remember that day, when I was standing on a high place, with my eyes open curiously, and saw a group of men coming towards me on horseback.

The most outstanding and the most handsome among them.

Like a god, it has landed on the tip of my heart.

She curled her lips with affection, but unfortunately her tears turned into blood, and she went to see His Highness in such a deformed state.

He should be scared.

No, Your Highness doesn't know her. It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter...

She loves His Highness, and it has nothing to do with His Highness.

She is just, very silly.

……

Zhu Dingyuan got off her, his eyes full of joy and he was breathing heavily. He put on his outer robe nonchalantly and threw the painting on her.

The smell of ambergris mixed with blood and desire slowly drifted in the hall.

Zhu Dingyuan, lying on the couch, drank the tea, picked up the sachet and fiddled with it, humming a tune with his thin lips.

That was the lullaby that Zhaoyue sang for him.

Huang Quan stood at the door: "Miss Fuling, please go back first."

Fuling looked at the rain and said, "Boss, even if the young lady cannot stay here overnight, it is raining so hard, I will accompany the young lady and leave."

She smiled and said, "My mistress doesn't like the rain, and I'm afraid she'll feel lonely."

Huang Quan's eyes were dark, and he waved at Xiao Xiazi: "Carry him out."

Fuling didn’t understand, lift?

Does the young lady need to be carried out? Can’t she just walk out?

The vermilion door closed and opened again, and the person carried out by the eunuch was covered with a white robe.

Fuling looked at it, her pupils trembling slightly, until she saw the man's hanging hands and the blood-stained painting.

She opened her mouth and knelt on the ground: "Little... little master!"

Huang Quan closed his eyes: "Take the person away."

There was no sedan chair or umbrella. Meng Shuran was just carried out of the Palace of Tranquil Longevity, her body hit by the winter rain. Where was she sent to?

do not know.

Fuling didn't know, nor did she understand. She tried to stop them, but was pushed away and fell into the rain. She got up and cried loudly, wanting to shield the young lady from the rain: "Young lady! Young lady! What's wrong with you, what's wrong with you!"

Huang Quan was standing outside and heard Zhu Dingyuan's nonchalant voice: "A fire burned down the Pixiang Hall."

He held Xiao Xiazi's hand: "Yes."

"Master... Meng promised her that she was dead, dead?" Xiao Xiazi gritted his teeth: "Why did your majesty do this?"

Huang Quan just kept his eyes calm and said, "Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask."

The palace gate was like the sea, and a woman died quietly in the winter rain without anyone knowing.

The palace is filled with flying poplar catkins, rustling wind, and dreamy residual light.

The shadows of branches on the wall, like pine trees and bamboos, support themselves in the heavy rain.

-

Chuntang Palace.

A crash of thunder.

Zhaoyue opened his eyes on the bed, his body trembling slightly.

He Quan had been watching her all the time, and quickly hugged her tightly: "What's wrong? Are you hungry?"

There was moisture on his hair.

Zhaoyue's heart was beating fast, she had just had a dream.

She returned to her previous life, but was not reborn. All this was just her dream, and she had already died on the cold bed.

Zhao Yue huddled in his arms: "You're out."

He Quan urged his inner strength to make her feel warmer: "Well...something happened...Zhu Dingyuan...burned the Pixiang Hall."

He deliberately concealed the more excessive things that Zhu Dingyuan did to Meng Shuran.

"What about Meng Shuran? What about her?"

Zhao Yue held his hand tightly, opened her eyes wide, and looked up to ask.

He Quan's light-colored eyes drooped, showing reluctance and hesitation, and Zhao Yue's fingertips turned white from pinching.

"She's dead, isn't she?"

"Zhu Dingyuan killed her."

He didn't answer, and Zhaoyue understood the answer.

This life is completely different from the previous one. She is closer to Zhu Dingyuan and He Quan, and sits in the position of a favorite concubine.

It seems like he has won Zhu Dingyuan's heart.

But the closer you get, the closer you are to the truth.

In the previous life, there was no Meng Shuran at all, and in this life, she died in the palace.

Zhao Yue's eyes were filled with tears: "Is it me? Did I kill her?"

He Quan held her cold little face in his hands and forced her distracted eyes to look at him: "No, it's Zhu Dingyuan."

"Look at me, Zhaozhao. Meng Shuran doesn't like Zhu Dingyuan. She is a proud woman. For the person she loves, she doesn't want to be under another man."

He Quan wiped away her tears: "Zhu Dingyuan destroyed the body and I had her secretly transferred out and buried with the person he loved."

Zhao Yue looked at him: "She likes people... to be buried together..."

"Yes, this is her... best ending."

He Quan hugged her tightly: "The longer she stays in the palace, the more severely she will be tortured."

Zhao Yue couldn't stop crying. She gritted her teeth and said, "I hate him..."

Her fingertips sank into the flesh of her palms, and He Quan pried them apart. He frowned and said, "He will be doomed."

"For such a good woman, life or death is just a thought away from him."

In her previous life, wasn't she just an interesting plaything in his bed?

She had taken the wrong path, vying for the favor of such a man and getting blood on her hands.

What emotions, what friends, she was completely immersed in the beautiful dream woven by the emperor. At the moment the queen died, she competed with Ning Ruxin for the position of queen.

At that time, Zhu Dingyuan seemed to just watch them fighting and turned into greedy demons.

He made them equally powerful, with no one surpassing the other, and even allowed her to do ridiculous things and have an affair with him in the court.

Zhu Dingyuan was a madman, and he drove them crazy as well.

On the night of her death, Ning Ruxin was supposed to sleep with her, but she hijacked her way.

He also used aphrodisiacs to seduce Zhu Dingyuan.

It's no pity to die in your own cocoon.

Ning Ruxin in her previous life was indeed more kind than her, whether she was pretending or not.

Zhao Yue covered He Quan's eyes, lying in his arms, and said softly: "He Quan...you asked me why I was afraid of you...why I seemed to know everything you did...and never asked...right?"

"Yes."

He Quan let her cover her eyes and put his arm around her waist.

Zhao Yue's breath gently fell on his nose, and he heard her voice, somewhat distant: "I'm going to tell you now..."