marry a foolish concubine

All the family members behind were stunned, astonished at the prince's actions, and even more surprised at what happened to the princess?Isn't the prince injured?Why was the princess brought back?

Put An Qixi in the room where the princess lives, everything is still a voluptuous fiery red, everything is still the enthusiasm of the wedding day, brand new and festive, but this wedding is destined to be a turbulent ups and downs.

The red bed curtain was lowered gently, separated by a layer of light veil, blurring the face of the peaceful sleeping woman inside, Bei Tangxian stood quietly outside the bed curtain, and the setting sun crept in through the slightly opened door, making the scene even more blurred .

The expression on Bei Tangxian's cold and handsome face changed, it was blurred, bewildered, confused, struggling and sad.

He looked at the hazy An Qixi, and his mind was full of fragmented and incomplete memories. He obviously couldn't see the face in the chaos, but the young and sweet voice of that person became clearer and clearer, like a magic voice, The lingering sound lingers for a long time, disturbing people's mind and making people despair...

"Brother Xian, Brother Xian, Brother Xian, it hurts so much, don't push it away... ah..."

Don't push who?Who is calling him?who is it?

In the chaotic memory, the voice was weeping and begging hoarsely in panic, it was painful, terrified and longing, crying one after another, like weeping blood, smashing bloody holes in his cold heart, tearing, Cruel, sad, ruined...

"Ugh!" With a muffled groan, a painful moan overflowed his thin cold lips, Bei Tangxian almost staggered, and after standing still, he hurriedly covered his chest with his big hand, and the twitching, tangled, dull pain rushed along the heart It spread to all limbs, made his lips pale, and his eyes dimmed.

"Who the hell are you? Who the hell are you..." His sharp-edged face was tangled and ferocious, and he whispered in a panic, like a demon who had fallen into hell and could not be forgiven, let out a hoarse and desperate low growl, but , no one has ever been able to redeem him!

Bei Tangxian was tortured by those chaotic cries and almost collapsed. He remembered the panic and longing that he had never had before. The more he wanted to see those pictures clearly, the more painful his head seemed to explode. His cold eyes gradually surfaced. Red like fire, her big hand suddenly stretched out to catch An Qixi behind the bed curtain!

Thinking like crazy: If she is destroyed, will his inexplicable pain disappear with it?

The big hand covered with veins almost touched her delicate jade neck, but it stopped abruptly.That bright smile, that clear and melodious voice of "Xiaoqi likes Beibei the most", all came to mind uncontrollably, what he didn't want to admit but couldn't deny made him...thumping, vivid and real!

A low cry of pain and struggle came from his throat, and the blood vessels on Beitangxian's forehead were almost about to burst. He flicked his sleeves vigorously, and the enchanting bed curtain instantly became fragments. As if restraining himself, he turned around suddenly, walking in disorder Anxious to leave.

Behind the enchanting bed curtain, An Qixi's eyelashes fluttered slightly, her tightly closed eyes slowly opened, and she slowly turned her head, only catching a glimpse of his back against the light as if walking into the setting sun from the corner of her eye.

That back is tall and full of vicissitudes, cold and murderous, lonely and sad...

A contradictory figure, a man struggling between dream and reality, a confusing youthful past, what shocking secret is hidden in it?

The broken red gauze bed curtains fluttered down one after another, dazzling and coquettish like snowflakes weeping blood, An Qixi's eyes were blood red, there was the weird orange red of the setting sun, and the bright and coquettish bed curtains, making her so quiet face look like The devil is like a devil!

An Qixi's sweet voice was like a low sigh, mellow and melancholy: "Who are you? Are you asking me? Or yourself? Who am I? I am An Qixi, but I am not the one who may have had some past with you. Dear An Qixi, who is your pain and entanglement for?"

"Then, who are you, An Qixi?" The evil voice suddenly sounded, rushing into An Qixi's eardrums like a ghost, and she clearly heard from that voice—murderous intent!

The setting sun, like blood, dyed the air in the room red, so the air is full of seductive blood!

The evil and charming voice that came in an instant was mixed with the biting coldness of the ice and snow, like a death curse, it exploded in An Qixi's empty mind.

An Qixi's pupils constricted, and she sat up abruptly, but in the next moment, a big, warm hand tightly clamped her delicate neck, and her unsteady body was pushed down again by a huge force on her neck. On the bed, everything happened suddenly, she only felt a dull pain in the back of her head, and her eyes were even a little dizzy!

A gust of wind blew across the cheeks with the tip of the nose, and the pupils of the eyelids suddenly crashed into a strange and enchanting mandala mask, and under the mask, those green pupils that made her unforgettable!

"Night sky!" The shocked voice pierced through the strange rigidity, and after the shock flashed in An Qixi's eyes, there was a dead silence, but her heart turned a thousand times, and she was very annoyed.

Damn it, why is this man always elusive?What's more, what would he think when he heard what she said just now?What should she do?He seems to have a lot to do with the former An Qixi, how can he be fooled?Let him believe that she is the dead fool An Qixi?

After all, on the premise that she has no ability to protect herself, she doesn't want to expose her unbelievable background and experience, and let these pedantic ancient people who believe in ghosts and superstitions burn themselves as monsters and ghosts!

"Very good, you can still call me by my name. But, you are not her, not that stupid and stupid An Qixi!" The face of the night sky is so close, even with a mask on, An Qixi can still feel it from his lips and teeth. The cold air radiating from the room was stern, and the big hands clamped around her neck did not loosen at all, her eyes were sharp and deep, and she asked coldly, "Say, who are you? What's your purpose?"

"Hmm..." An Qixi had difficulty breathing for a moment, he held her neck tightly and held her life so easily.

But there was no panic in her eyes, a flash of light flashed in her mind, it was the life of Xiaoan Qixi that she had heard about before!

He looked into the eyes of the night sky without any resistance, but felt more wronged. In an instant, tears filled the eyes of the wronged cat. His small face was mixed with stubbornness and fragility, and there was a faint resentment. He just looked straight at him like that. night sky.