The prostitute is fierce: the vicious queen does not accept joy

Hearing Murong Canghai's words, Su Yueming raised his head and looked at him. He was still as handsome and charming as before, his eyes were as sharp as towering peaks, but there was an inhuman coldness.

She raised the corners of her lips slightly, and a smile appeared on her face. This smile was so bright, like a flower bud suddenly blooming in the air.

Murong Canghai's gaze was dazzled by this smile, and he was stunned for a moment, his icy heart was like a frozen lake, which melted a little after the warm wind blew.

Su Yueming resisted the pain, and said, "What the King of the Northern Courtyard said is absolutely right. Su Yueming's body is made of iron, even if it is made of swords and fires, it will not be hurt. His heart is also made of iron. He can bear any pain. I am not afraid at all. , never, nothing can scare me."

When she said this at the end, her voice was clearly trembling, and there seemed to be crystal clear tears in her eyes, but when Murong Canghai looked carefully, there was nothing left.

His eyes flickered for a moment, and a look of unexplained emotion flashed across his face. Finally, he pressed his ruthlessly thin lips tightly and got into the carriage.

Suddenly, the curtain of the carriage was lowered, and that cold and charming face was hidden behind the beaded curtain. The moment the beaded curtain closed, Ying Lie seemed to see Murong Canghai's fingers suddenly tightened, and the nail seemed to be pinched into the flesh. , His teeth were also clenched.

God seemed to punish her again, the scorching sun hung in the air like a hot fireball and scorched the earth, she soon felt parched and her throat was about to smoke.

Step by step, walk slowly, like an ant, every step brings a heartache.

The sun made her almost unable to open her eyes, and the sweat left in her eyes along the eyelids, which were sore and sore. She could hardly see the road ahead, and could only walk by feeling.

Her steps are light and light, as if walking on cotton.

She was so thirsty, so hungry, so tired.

However, no one came to bring her water or food because the King of the North Court had ordered it. Even Ying Lie could only look back at her occasionally, his eyes full of worry and worry.

The road ahead is boundless, with no end in sight, her face is as pale as paper, her lips are dry and chapped, and slits appear one after another. When she opens her mouth a little, blood bleeds from the two lips. The salty blood flows into her mouth. I swallowed my own blood into my stomach, and felt that my thirst had been quenched a bit.

The road was silent, everyone hurried on the road silently, only the flag of the King of the North Court fluttered high and made a sound flapping in the wind.

The soldiers also raised their hands from time to time to wipe the sweat off their faces.

The sunlight is getting stronger and stronger, and the whole world is white.

Murong Canghai sat in the carriage with his eyes closed, his fists clenched all the time, Ying Lie's horse walked side by side with his carriage.

He took a pot of water, handed it into the carriage, and said, "Your Highness, the weather is very hot today, drink some water."

Murong Canghai opened the curtain of the carriage, took the water bottle in his hand, and saw the staggering, lonely figure walking slowly and hard. She was sticking out her tongue to lick her chapped lips, and she was fainted from the sun exposure Feeling overwhelmed, she raised her hand to wipe the sweat off her face, and there were a few obvious scars on the white and tender catkin.

She was like a fallen leaf in the wind, ready to wither at any moment. He paused for a moment with his hand holding the kettle, and his eyes stayed on her for a moment before taking his hand back.