The Evil King Loves His Wife Without Limits: Kingsman Concubine

Appreciation of clips of the Antarctic lower realm (excerpted from the original "Training the Demonic Tyrant: The Queen of Arms")

Away from the hustle and bustle of the palace, Mo Xuehan strolled alone to the secluded part of the Imperial Garden.

The crape myrtle flowers in autumn are in full bloom, just like his heart, the season of cold winter is about to usher in.

Give the woman you love to the "best brother" with a smile...

I always thought that she had weight in his heart. He had affection for her, affection between men and women, and gratitude, but this weight was much smaller than other things.

It was not until today, when he personally sent her away to the palace that did not belong to her, that he discovered that this younger sister, who grew up with him, had such a deep imprint on his heart.

Before leaving, the tear that fell from the corner of her eye was like a strong corrosive agent, slowly, ruthlessly, and severely corroding his heart.

But what about heartache?Can he tell the emperor that he and she are not siblings?Has she adored him since she was a child?Can he ask the emperor to withdraw the imperial edict?

He can't do any of this.Won't even do it!

A gust of autumn wind blew, and a crape myrtle flower that had just bloomed on the tree was blown off by the wind, fell to the ground, and rolled around a few times.

A little palace maid, holding a tray, hurried past, and happened to step on the fallen crape myrtle.

Picking up the crape myrtle that was trampled on the ground by the palace maid and no longer had any vitality, Mo Xuehan's heart felt as uncomfortable as being choked.

Although he promised her, even if the emperor touched her, he would not dislike her.

But just like the crape myrtle flower in his hand that was trampled to death, when he can pick her up, will she still have the vitality of those flowers on the tree?

And can he still love her without any hesitation like he does now?

There was more and more noise in the palace not far away.Mo Xuehan frowned slightly, getting up to find a more secluded place.

"Master!"

Wuhen's face was pale and bloodless, and he hurried to Mo Xuehan's side from not far away.

Mo Xuehan's heart suddenly jumped heavily.

Wuhen is one of the four bodyguards of his body. He has an excellent mental quality, and will not change color even in the nick of time on the battlefield.This was the first time he saw Wuhen's panicked expression.

Wuhen is one of the four bodyguards of his body. He has an excellent mental quality, and will not change color even in the nick of time on the battlefield.This was the first time he saw Wuhen's panicked expression.

"What happened?"

"Miss she..."

Wuhen didn't know what to say.

"What's wrong, miss?"

He clenched the silent crape myrtle in his hand tightly, suppressing the blood that rushed to his forehead, and asked nervously.

"Miss, she is poisoned, and the imperial physicians are helpless. The master has already rushed to the Longjing Palace. Let the subordinates inform the young master to hurry over."

"Damn it! How could the young lady be poisoned? Who would dare to poison her?"

Without waiting for Wuhen's answer, Mo Xuehan had already used his light skills and flew towards Longjing Palace at the fastest speed.

Where Longjing Palace entered the eyes, it was full of dazzling red.On the dragon bed, it was tightly surrounded by the inner three layers and the outer three layers.

Yuchi Haotian blushed and looked at Mo Zihan who was getting paler and paler on the bed.

"I don't want to listen to you saying that you can't do anything! You can't do anything, what are you doing to support your group of rice buckets?"

A group of imperial doctors kneeling on the ground sweated profusely in this cold winter.

Xi Niang, who was kneeling on the ground, and a group of palace maids kept shaking.