first concubine

Chapter 1189 Will not forgive you.

If Zhan Yu can't wake up, the country will start to be in chaos.

She wanted to confirm how Zhan Yu's body was doing, so she stretched out her hand to feel his pulse, and calmed down to feel his pulse. The pulse was too deep, and it seemed that there was no sign of waking up, and she didn't know that Xiandaozi , Is there any way to rejuvenate?

Just as she was about to withdraw her hand, the person on the bed suddenly became agitated.

It seemed to be a dream, the body was struggling on the bed, stretched out his hands and grabbed at random, screaming something in fear, she couldn't hear carefully, the man cried out several times in mourning: "Eleven, ten Eleven……"

One sound is sadder than the other, and sadder than the other.

She was startled immediately, and even forgot to take back her hands. The man struggled to wave his hands, as if he sensed her nearby, stretched out his hand towards her, and immediately grabbed her hand before she could take it back. hand.

Grabbing her hand, the man seemed to have caught a life-saving straw. He held her hand in his arms and kept rubbing against her hand with his face. He closed his eyes, but he showed a very satisfied look on his face. expression.

But amidst this satisfaction, there is sadness.

The man muttered to himself, "Eleventh, eleventh..."

His voice was very hoarse, adding a bit of sadness, and it rang in Qiu Yinong's ears one after another, and he heard him saying very sadly: "Eleven, don't you blame me, you are finally willing to come back It's..."

In his sleep, he dreamed that she was back, and even unconscious, he thought that he was not dreaming, and that what he held in his arms was his eleventh.

Hold her hand, very nostalgic.

Qiu Yinong looked at the man's sad face that was almost crying, and suddenly didn't know what to say! !
It's like watching a play, but she is not a person in the play at all, she is just watching someone else's play, the joys and sorrows in it are not her concern, as long as she maintains a calm mood while watching the play, she will be able to Can.

At this moment, she is not Zhao Zishi! !

The man didn't get a response, and seemed very anxious. He grabbed her hand tightly again and said eagerly: "Eleven, tell me that you forgive me!!"

In Zhan Yu's mind, anything can become the past, but Zhao Zishi will not become the past.

What he misses so much is that she can be resurrected, and now that it's impossible, he wants her forgiveness even more.

No one knows, in those midnight dreams, in his dreams, he did not know how many times he had dreams about Zhao Zishi, but every time, it was bloody and desperate, she always looked at him and told him , she hates him so deeply! !

So these years, his despair has been very deep.

He is an emperor aloft, everyone can see his brilliance and his majesty, but few people care about what he wants, what his mood is like.

Emperor, born alone! !

Autumn is as thick as a stick in the throat, and I feel thousands of sharp arrows piercing my chest. I feel disgusted and sad at the same time. To use a very old saying, if you know today, why bother! !
No matter what the reason is, it cannot be forgiven! !
"No, I won't forgive you!!"

She bent down and spoke clearly in his ear, almost gnashing her teeth, coming out of her chest, entwined into a heart-piercing hatred.

(End of this chapter)