first concubine

Chapter 1389 Love is so heartbreaking.

He sat there so quietly, as if he was dead.

The dim yellow light emitted dizzy rays of light, falling on his body, he hung his head and said nothing, that appearance, so quiet as if he had not breathed a little, lying under the light, carved into an eternity .

She stood there, heartbroken! ! !
Suddenly, she remembered that when she was a teenager, she looked up at a person with all her heart, and ended up being provoked to death. Now, she is working so hard to love a man, loving him so much that her heart is like a knife twist! !

This time, it wasn't him who failed her, it was the years who failed them and the friendship between them.

This world is so unfair, obviously they are the ones who are hurt, but God always favors the man who kills all the way with a sharp sword, and disappoints their defenseless people.

She hates, how can she not be very angry?
For a moment, she wanted to rush over to hug him tightly and wake him up, but just as she stepped out, she realized that her legs were already weak. She stepped out, and then fell forward, kneeling on the ground, crying bitterly Be silent.

He became like this because of her. If he had never met her, he would be an extremely noble person, living a life of gold and jade, surrounded by gentle wives and concubines, and surrounded by children , want to do all the glory.

The cry was very suppressed. The man who was sleeping soundly heard the woman's suppressed and dull cry in his drowsiness, and it was transmitted into his sleep for a long time, like a song from a distant Qionglouyuyu, far away. sad.

A long time ago, he also heard countless times in his sleep the harmony of the qin and the zither from the high-rise building in the spring breeze, and the singing was melodious. It was the opera that the young Zhao Zishi learned from him. .

Later, the country of Zhao was gone, he was no longer Wuyan, and Zhao Zishi was no longer the princess of Zhao.

She became a canary kept by Zhan Yu in the harem, and always sang alone in the dead of night. At that time, the melodious singing could always be heard in the palace, how many people's hearts were touched?

As for Zhan Yu, he always remembered in the singing that he still had one thing to worry about in Qianqiu Palace, returning home in a hurry at night!

And he, lying on the dark house where the spring breeze cannot reach, listening to the lingering singing, the indescribable bitterness and indescribable sadness, became a cinnabar on his heart, which could not be erased. ! !
Now, who is crying by his side?Cry so sad?

He slowly opened his eyes in the chaos, and soon, the poison stained on his face eroded his eyes, and his vision began to blur, but in the haze, he could still see kneeling. The autumn in front of me is strong.

"Eleven, eleven..."

That person's hoarse voice in the night wind tirelessly called her nickname over and over again. In the dark and damp prison cell, the air was brewing, as if fermented, and the sad emotion grew crazily.

There was cold liquid rolling down the back of her hand, and she realized that tears can also be cold! !
In the past, she always felt that tears were warm, scorching hot, scorching hot, but she finally understood that the human heart seems to be cold, and the tears that flow out are also cold, and there is no warmth anymore!
(End of this chapter)