The medical concubine never thinks of going out of the wall

Chapter 1139 Qu Tiange's Inner World
After standing for a long time, Qu Tiange finally looked away from the window: "I know what you want to say, they have started to act, but this king no longer wants to participate."

Lu Sheng frowned: "My lord, your grand plan is great."

"tired!"

Qu Tiange just waved his hand.

"you……"

"go out."

With a faint sound, without any warmth, it blocked all Lusheng's words.

Lu Sheng frowned, and suddenly felt that Qu Tiange in front of him was so strange, so strange that the past ten years of following him seemed to have turned into wind, never existed.

Lu Sheng left.

Qu Tiange folded his clothes and lay down on the soft couch.

Close your eyes, only one person is on your mind.

In the past, why I went to fight was a little vague.

He vaguely remembered that before his mother died of illness, he held her hand tightly in front of her bed and told her that he would rest assured that he would live a normal life.

Before the concubine mother closed her eyes, her eyes were not relieved, but anxious and uneasy. In the end, she didn't say a word, just sighed, and closed her eyes heavily.

That anxiety and uneasiness has been entangled in his heart for many years.

He knew that his mother and concubine only hoped that he would live a peaceful life without any struggle.

However, he had had enough.

The ostracism of his brothers since childhood, the contempt of his father, and the contempt and humiliation of his concubine to his mother were all thorns in his heart.

Or, to pierce these thorns into the deepest part of the heart and melt into the flesh and blood, even if the pain is severe, no outsiders will see half of it.

Or, pull out these thorns one by one, even if it is riddled with holes and leaves dense wounds, at least it will not hurt anymore.

He chose the latter.

He also knows the cost of choosing the latter.

Therefore, he planned and planned every step of the way, and took half of the court for his own use. He thought that he would succeed in one day, but he didn't expect that all his previous efforts would be wasted. Like those of his "partners" in the battle of the first son, they have turned into a puddle of blood, dyeing half of the sky in the final capital red.

For a long time after that, he couldn't remember very clearly.

Just remember, killing, exiling, whipping, admonishing, people around him are dying, walking, wounded, disabled, he worked hard, sculpted with painstaking efforts, and waited happily to taste the game of victory. The disk collapsed.

Darkness engulfed his world, when did the light come?
It seemed that after Tang Nineteen really entered his world.

She is sunshine, with blazing temperature, melting the pain in his heart little by little, her smile is fragrant, washing away the blood that has gathered in his heart, her resourcefulness and support make him roll up again, the desire for power and ambition.

He didn't want to lose, and he wasn't willing to lose, especially when he lost so embarrassingly.

It took him two years to plan and plan, but he built a dark net that was bigger than what he had operated in the past ten years.

It is only a few steps away from success, but if she does not accompany him, it will be boring.

Moonlight spilled in through the cracks in the window.

Mottled silver light hit his heart.

His hand rested gently on the back of his head, and the other hand stroked his heart, as if she was lying here, obedient and docile.

That gentle moonlight filled my heart.

However, temperature is missing.

The temperature he craves.

Outside the door, Lusheng passed by several times, but still didn't dare to bother her.

Feng Lihen had already returned, and when he saw Lu Sheng, he greeted him with a shy face and a smile like a dog: "Why are you standing here?"

(End of this chapter)