The phoenix color is enchanting: the black-bellied emperor's evil concubine

"Does that miss understand the emperor?" Luoer stared at Mo Qingxin in confusion.For Mo Qingxin who spent a lot of money to save her father and made herself grateful.Luo'er didn't know about Mo Qingxin's past.It's just a few days of getting along with her and I feel that Miss is a very kind and beautiful woman.

"I don't understand, but. He will definitely come here tonight." Mo Qingxin smiled.Said with a certain meaning.

"But..." Luo'er opened her mouth, but she still couldn't say what she wanted to say.

"Give me a change of clothes, this jewelry brings a headache." Mo Qingxin stood up and sat in front of the bronze mirror, and Luo'er stepped forward to remove the jewelry from her head.

"Okay, Luo'er go down and rest." Mo Qingxin waved her hand, stopping Luo'er who was hesitant to speak.Get up and leave the bed.There is a natural elegance in the freedom of gestures.

The moonlight is still strong outside.Flowers and leaves whirling.

"Qing'er. I miss you so much." Mu Chi appeared gracefully in Mo Qingxin's sight in a black suit.

"Chen." She was wearing a pale white palace attire, but there was a bit of dustiness in the elegant part.The wide skirt meanders behind, elegant and luxurious.Black jade-like green silk is simply tied up in a flying fairy bun, and a few plump and round pearls are randomly dotted in the hair, making the dark cloud-like hair more soft, shiny and moist.The beautiful eyes overflowed with brilliance, and there was a light smile between the red lips.

Mo Qingxin looked at Mu Chen quietly, there was an indescribable love in their eyes.

Even Mu Chen didn't have any love for Qingyan.The corners of Mu Chen's mouth slightly raised and expanded. "My Qing'er is still beautiful, is there any woman in the whole world who can match you?"

"Hehe...what about beauty, I only hope you fall in love with me." The silver bell-like laughter was melodious, and Mo Qingxin leaned against Mu Chen like a bird, wrapping her arms around the slender body.Want to fall the masculine breath that makes people obsessed.

"Okay, if you have a wife like this, what more can you ask for? Qing'er, I will never let you down in this life. You will be a couple for the rest of your life."

Regarding Mu Chen's oath, Mo Qingxin lowered her head, her red lips kissed her, her eyes full of tears.After a while, he slowly raised his head and said with some sadness: "Then what is the queen? Then what is this huge harem? Who is Xu Muyuan?"

Mu Chen got up and looked at the bright moonlight outside the window.

"Xu Muyuan is just a pawn to support Prime Minister Xu Rong, and to uproot his power when he is unprepared. Xu Muyuan is just a buffoon, can you not tolerate such a person?" Mu Chen asked rhetorically.

"Yes, Xu Muyuan is nothing to be afraid of. What about Su Yuer, a woman from the Western Regions, and the queen?" Mo Qingxin asked persistently.

Mu Chen turned around again, staring at the bright moon.He pondered for a while.Only then faintly sighed.

"I admit that I was indeed moved by the Queen, but that was once. That kind of attraction is nothing at all, it is simply admiration for her calm nature, which is so similar to when I first met you. But now, I am already tired of her. After a while, my mother will recover from illness, and I will abolish her without hesitation in the post that she took for saving her life."

"As for that woman from the Western Regions, Su Yu'er, she is only used to strengthen the friendship between the Western Regions and Tianchen, and she has no affection at all. Qing'er, isn't everything I've done enough? For you, isn't that enough?"

Mo Qingxin smiled slightly, stood up and blocked her thin lips with red lips, and the fiery breath permeated.All the pale white palace clothes were taken off.The lingering two hugged each other and fell on the bed.The moonlight was still strong, and the fanciful atmosphere in the room dissipated.

#粉粉粉丝色色何相约，花色的色人的泪。If you compare human tears to peach blossoms, the tears will grow and flow, and the flowers will flatter you.Tears are easy to dry when watching flowers with tears, and the flowers are haggard when the tears dry up in spring.The haggard flowers cover the haggard people, and the flying people are tired and prone to dusk.With a sound of Du Yuchun's return, the lonely curtain is empty and the moon marks.

A graceful black figure lay horizontally on the glazed tile roof.Her pale face lay there quietly, lifeless, and her long eyelashes were covered with teardrops, as clear as a hibiscus emerging from water.The teardrops seemed to be nostalgic for the white skin, and they refused to fall for a long time.

"Tick tock" finally that drop of clear tear gently slid down the corner of the eye and dripped on the glazed tile.Water splashed everywhere.

The hand hidden in the sleeve was clenched and turned white, and memories flooded my heart like a tide.

The first time we met was in the nameless lake, even though he was doing shameless voyeurism, he was still unrestrained but with a powerful aura. The second time we met, he knocked her out in front of his master. It made her want to kill this shameless person.

The third time they met, he was sitting on the edge of the bed with a charming look, obviously she had many chances to kill him, but she backed away at the critical moment.She admitted that she had fallen in love with him the first time she met him.Seeing him hugging Liu Ling'er would make her jealous, angry, and sad, and he would be happy when he called her his wife.

All her emotions revolved around him...

Now, he told his sister who hurt him and framed him that he didn't love her, and everything disappeared like bubbles without a trace...

Today, there is no longer any place to stay in this imperial palace.Should she go?

The house is full of spring scenery.She panted softly.The cool moonlight outside the house freezes the whole heart. There is a kind of coldness from the top of the heart to the toes, and there is a kind of pain that goes deep into the bone marrow.There is a hate on which love is built.There is a kind of suffering that love is too concentrated.Lost heart, lost soul.