Evil King, your vest fell off

Chapter 687

"I'm afraid, but I'm even more afraid that he will hate me!" Feng Nuanyang said lightly, with a layer of sadness in her eyes, and she also felt uncomfortable in her heart. She was always afraid of his return, and she didn't dare to look him in the eyes, knowing that it was because of him. Okay, but she killed the man, this is a fact.

Lian Rao's heart moved, but it was rare for her to say: "You are a good girl!" He sighed, but his heart relaxed a lot.

"Back then, Nan Xing and I were childhood sweethearts. I went to the battlefield and she was my military advisor. The two of us had many happy days together. She was a good girl just like you, always thinking of me, but in a battle, In order to save me, someone stabbed me with a sword, injured my body, and never gave birth to any more children."

Lian Rao opened his mouth suddenly, looking out the window, his eyes were covered with a layer of darkness, the tea in his hand was already cold, he felt uncomfortable, he had been living in regret all these years.

Whether Feng Nuanyang knew or didn't know about these things, it was shocking to hear it now. It's unbelievable for a woman to be a military adviser and go to the battlefield!

"For the sake of the child, you betrayed her?" Combined with what Ming Qianjue said before, Feng Nuanyang vaguely guessed the result, and her heart began to throb, a little dissatisfied, a little disdainful...

Lian Rao looked at the contempt in her eyes, smiled bitterly, and nodded: "My father has three brothers in one family. The eldest uncle's family has two daughters, and the second uncle's family has three sons. My father is the third eldest, and my brother and I are two I have two sons, but except for me, the other brothers are all shrouded in horse leather. I have become the pillar of this big family. Uncles and uncles pin their hopes on me, hoping that I can have more sons to support them. Portal, my father also believes that if a family like ours wants to prosper, we need to have more children, and he is probably also worried that I will never return on the battlefield..."

He was also young and energetic at that time in his heart. He loved Nan Xing, but he liked the feeling of winning a battle immediately, especially the honor of being under one person and above ten thousand people.

With Nan Xing by his side, he felt at ease and didn't think about anything else. He even felt that what his father said was right. Why did he earn a lot of military merits?It's not because he wants to seal his wife and son. If there is only one child, Qianjue is good, but if he is a dude, then his life's hard work will be in vain, and even the family will decline. After a few years, When he is old, who can protect the Lian family from wind and rain?

"What happened next?" Feng Nuanyang continued to ask, the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed, his face didn't show any fluctuations, but the hands hanging on his legs were clenched into fists, trembling a little.

"Nan Xing and I are very good on the surface. I was worried about children in my heart, but I didn't tell her. She is careful and can feel it. Later, my father talked to her and asked her to take care of the woman for me. She came back Then I cried, it was the second time I saw her cry, the first time was when she knew she couldn't get pregnant again."

When Lian Rao said this, he felt uncomfortable, and his eyes darkened: "I reassured her that she would not find other women, and she agreed with a smile, but the next day she began to send women to my room, and I began to resist in my heart." Yes, but I am also a little happy. I love Nan Xing and think this is a betrayal, but I really want a son. Sometimes I feel that God made a joke on me. I would rather hurt myself with that sword on the battlefield! "

When Lian Rao said this, his heart was torn in pain. He hadn't thought of it for many years. Thinking about it now, he could only think of the helplessness, pain, and determination in Nan Xing's eyebrows at that time...

Perhaps he had realized earlier that there would be no subsequent tragedy.

(End of this chapter)