Let me be a concubine? I turned to someone else's arms

the other side.

Xie Yun had been filled with joy since the moment he established a relationship with Luo Qin. When he returned to his own courtyard, his eyes were still filled with joy.

Originally, he didn't want to express his feelings to Aqin so hastily. He was stimulated by Jin Zhao and expressed his feelings to each other in advance regardless of the consequences. Fortunately, Aqin also liked him at this time.

very nice.

This time, happiness is his.

In the evening, with lights flickering, Xie Yun finished dealing with family affairs and was about to wash up and go to sleep, but on a whim he took out the painting of the goddess of flowers and the ladies that he had painted during the Flower Festival.

He stared in a daze at the smiling flower goddess in the painting, and then looked at the girl's eyes and eyebrows, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.

Ah Qin...

It was great that the flower god admired by everyone fell into his arms...

Xie Yun's pair of deep phoenix eyes appeared exceptionally bright under the light, like the brightest star in the night sky.

He unfolded a piece of white silkworm cocoon paper, picked up a brush and dipped it in ink to paint on it.

In a moment, a picture of a girl riding a horse was completed.

The girl in the painting is dressed in white, riding a chestnut horse, galloping on the grass towards the sunset.

Looking at this picture and recalling the time they had spent together over the past few days, Xie Jun chuckled again.

He looked at the person in the painting for a long time, until the night was quiet and the lights were dim, then he changed his clothes and went to bed.

In the dim light, he heard Wu Yan's voice.

"My dear, my dear, wake up."

Xie Yun woke up from his daze. He slowly opened his eyes and looked forward in confusion, but unexpectedly met Wu Yan's eyes that were full of worry and concern.

Xie Yun became a little more sober, and was surprised to find that Wu Yan seemed to have become more mature, with a hint of vicissitudes on his face.

He turned his head involuntarily and quickly scanned the entire room.

Sure enough, the layout of the room had changed slightly from before he fell asleep.

The porcelain on the antique display shelf had been changed to a different style. The curtains on the bed also looked a little strange, no longer familiar. Looking down, the pattern of the quilt covering him was completely wrong.

Could it be...is this another dream?

However, unlike in the past, this time the dream did not unfold from the perspective of a bystander, but allowed him to personally immerse himself in it and possess himself in the dream.

Xie Yun calmed himself down a bit, propped himself up, sat on the edge of the bed, then looked up at the elderly Wu Yan in front of him and asked softly, "What's the matter?"

"My dear..." Wu Yan hesitated for a moment, and stopped talking as soon as he opened his mouth, with sadness flashing in his eyes.

Xie Yun's heart tightened, and an ominous premonition came to his mind. He hurriedly asked: "What happened? Tell me quickly!"

"My dear..." Wu Yan paused again, his eyes filled with deep pity, which was heartbreaking. Seeing this scene, Xie Yun's uneasiness became stronger.

At this moment, Wu Yan finally spoke, but his voice was unusually hoarse, as if he was suppressing great pain: "My dear... there is news from the palace..."

Any news from the palace?

Thinking of the last dream, Xie Yun felt nervous.

Could something have happened to Aqin?

Sure enough, the next moment, Wu Yan said: "Noble Luo... is gone..."

Lady Luo...Mrs. Luo...can only be A-Qin...

At that moment, Xie Yun felt that the whole world had collapsed, and everything in front of his eyes was dark, as if all hope had been shattered.

He stood there in a daze, as if he had lost his soul. Wu Yan's words kept echoing in his ears. Every word was like a sharp sword, piercing his heart mercilessly; or like a heavy hammer, hitting his head violently.

The pain was so severe that he could hardly breathe.

His eyes became empty and his face was filled with despair and endless pain.

Tears poured out like a flood, sliding down his pale cheeks and dripping onto the quilt, as if his broken heart was also scattered all over the floor.

He found it hard to accept such a cruel reality and felt that everything had lost its original meaning.

The wonderful time I spent with Aqin, those warm and happy moments, have now become distant memories that I can only cherish silently in my heart.

Xie Yun's heart was filled with pain. He clenched his fists tightly, trying to draw a little strength from this endless pain.

His voice was hoarse as if it had been rubbed by sandpaper, with deep sadness and confusion: "Why is this happening? What on earth happened!"

By the end of his speech, his eyes were bloodshot and tears were rolling down his cheeks uncontrollably.

Xie Yun clearly felt that it was not just the self in the dream who was sad, but the real self also felt that unforgettable pain.

"My dear, please accept my condolences..." Wu Yan quickly poured a cup of warm tea and handed it to Xie Yun respectfully. However, Xie Yun did not even look at the cup of tea. He just stared at Wu Yan's face with a sad and stern look, asking him to give an answer quickly.

Wu Yan had no choice but to put down his teacup and slowly said to Xie Yun: "The fourth prince fell into the water while playing in the imperial garden and died. When Concubine Luo heard the news, she was so grief-stricken that she gave birth prematurely. The fetus was in the wrong position and died of dystocia. Two lives were lost."

original……

It turns out that Aqin in the dream only became a noble lady in the palace...

The child drowned, and she herself died in childbirth...

Jin Zhao, what are you doing? What are you doing?

Xie Yun held his head in pain, trying to digest the bad news.

In the last dream, Ah Qin was pregnant and entered the palace, and this time she had a premature birth and a difficult labor...

It turns out that Ah Qin died not long after entering the palace...

Jin Zhao, don’t you love her?

Why don't you protect her?

Why didn't she protect her child?

Jin Zhao, you don't deserve it! You don't deserve it!

"Is this matter really so simple?" Xie Yun raised his head suddenly, his eyes flashing fiercely, "I'm afraid not."

How can there be coincidences in the harem?

Isn't it always someone who does it on purpose!

Aqin and her child are gone, and the biggest beneficiaries are the women in the harem!

Xie Yun pounded the bed fiercely, "Don't say anything, go check it out! Go quickly!"

He wants to avenge Aqin!

"Here!"

Don't say anything and just leave as you were told.

Now, Xie Yun is the only one left in the room.

His eyes were dizzy and his heart was torn with bloody pain.

He shouldn't have rejected Ah Qin in the first place. How could he be so stupid! How could he be so stupid! !

Is that little bit of face more important than Aqin?

Is there any misunderstanding that cannot be discussed privately?

Why does he have to be so upset and regretful all by himself, as if he doesn't have a mouth, putting Aqin in danger!

Hate, he hated Jin Zhao and also hated himself!

I wish I could destroy everything!

She wanted to kill everyone who hurt her, and then commit suicide!

"hiss……"

His head began to throb with pain again, and he held his head in his hands, tears streaming down his cheeks. However, the pain could not be stopped and became more and more intense.

"what!"

When I opened my eyes again, all I saw was darkness.

"Lang Jun?"

Wu Yan, who was in the side room, heard the noise coming from her husband and quickly stood up, "My husband, are you having a nightmare?"

"Huhuhu..."

Xie Yun took a deep breath, sweating profusely, the pain from his dream still lingered in his chest.

For a moment, he couldn't tell which one was the dream.

Could it be that the love between him and Aqin was just a fantasy? A beautiful dream?

In reality, is he experiencing the pain of losing A-Qin?

Wu Yan had already come in at this time, looking at him on the bed with worry, "My dear, is there anything wrong?"

Seeing Wu Yan’s slightly immature face, Xie Yun pinched himself hard!

pain!

This is not a dream!

Xie Yun threw back the quilt, stood up quickly, and ran straight to the table.

"My dear, the spring is chilly and the nights are cold."

Wu Yan quickly picked up his coat and ran over to put it on him.

On the low table, he saw the painting he had made for Aqin before going to bed.

so far so good……

This time, he would never let Aqin fall into danger.