deep palace cold girl

Chapter 95

His tears dripped on the back of my hand, burning so painfully, so painfully...

It turned out that this cold-blooded man also had tears, which were hot...

"Shang'er, don't, please, don't let go...don't..."

"Lian Chengzhi, I'm already tired, really, really tired... I don't want to go on like this anymore... Let me go, let yourself go too..."

With all my strength, I pushed away his tightly holding my hand, smiled, let myself fly, and fell off the cliff!
In the end, what he looked at was his panicked and desperate face, as if it was love...

"Mu-Qing-Shang!"

In the dark night, on the deep cold cliff, his heart-wrenching cry echoed.

Did he really push her to this point?
Let her forcefully peel off his fingers holding her one by one, would rather fall off this cliff and be smashed to pieces than stay by his side?
Does she loathe him so much? Does she hate him?
Mu Qingshang... Mu Qingshang...

I am more afraid because I love you, because I am afraid of losing you, and because I know that you only have Mu Shaoling in your heart without me.

I was afraid that my hurt at the beginning would no longer win your heart, and I was afraid of your escape, so I tried every means to force you, so that you dare not think about leaving.

But, it ended with death...

"Mu-Qing-Shang!"

He screamed loudly, but he couldn't call her back...

A solitary moon stretched the tall figure very long, and the cold dew soaked the clothes on his body again.The cold moonlight spread like a faint mist, covering everything with a hazy veil of pure white.

like...she looks like...

Without her figure, Tingshui Pavilion became more and more deserted. In this cool late autumn night, the insects sounded like mournful groans, and the rain and dew were his desolate tears.

He was the only one in the entire Tingshui Pavilion, sitting alone by the stone pillar in front of the door where she always liked to sit, leaning there, as if she was still by her side.

There is no warmth, only the cold moonlight accompanied by a lonely figure, Liancheng is lying drunk in the jug, the white jade belt that binds his hair is loose, and the long black hair hangs down to cover the entire face.

At the moment when she smiled and peeled off the fingers he was holding her one by one as if relieved, he finally saw clearly that he no longer hated her, but a An infatuated love man whose points are far better than life!

I don't know when I have loved too deeply, so I always have resentment and anger towards the person in her heart. Her non-king or not marrying is the most unacceptable thing for him, which makes him crazy and eternal pain.

The love that started because of hate swept over with hurt, and she was completely injured. When she found out that she was in love, and then looked back, she found that there was more fear, anger, and disgust in her eyes...

It's not that he didn't think about getting along with her, but maybe when facing her, he lacked reason, just her indifferent eyes were enough to make him angry and confused.

Emotional poison controlling her is what makes him crazy, because he feels heartache all the time. It is her who is thinking about others.

Perhaps the most lacking thing between them is mutual trust. Such a beautiful woman always gives him too much uncertainty.He knew that her heart was not on him, and it was also the most unacceptable.

It's not that he doesn't understand love, it's just that he doesn't know how to love...

"Shang'er... why did you let go..."

There was too much pain in the hoarse voice: "Why can't you stay obediently...why do you want to escape..."

Alcohol makes him sad and sad, no matter how much he drinks, he still can't anesthetize himself, and the person he misses in his heart can never be found again.

From the slight heart palpitations when she fell into his arms by Fengming Lake, to her frightened tears when the palace robbed her; The heartache of each other during the night; from the palace where he watched her coldly being whipped by the queen mother, to the deep well secret room to hug her who was dying of scars all over her body; from...

All those bits and pieces went deep into her soul, only to realize that, apart from the initially pretty good encounter he gave her, the rest was all pain...

She always cried and said to him that she was in so much pain and tiredness, and he thought it was her excuse to escape, but only now did she realize that he hurt her bloody...

He has always had her in his heart. After the mother concubine died, he faced the portrait and swore that he hated her for torturing her, but he didn't know when he faced it and became obsessed!Can't forget it at all!
Why didn't he wake up until he saw her fall off the cliff with his own eyes?Why did it take so late to see all this clearly, it was too late to regret...

Countless guards were sent to search around the bottom of the cliff, and after so long, they couldn't even see the bones.There was hope in my heart, maybe she didn't die, that's why I couldn't see the bones...

But maybe they are gone, there are so many wolves, tigers and leopards at the bottom of the cliff, I am afraid that even the corpses will not be able to survive.

He raised his head and drank the strong wine in the jug, the spilled wine flowed down his neck and wet his clothes, but he couldn't feel a trace of cold.

The long hair slid back along the trend, revealing the knotted brows, and the knife-like deep jaw was covered with stubble.The black eyes were half-closed and lost their sharpness, and they stared blankly at the white jade doll lying quietly beside him.

With a low smile, he gradually became louder, as if he was crazy, and beat himself hard.

It was him, it was he who forced her to death, it was he who forced her to escape by death...

But, he just wants her to love him, why is it so difficult?
Shang'er... Mu Qingshang...

At this time, warmth came from his wrist, and it was obvious that someone was trying to lift him up. The warm touch made him wake up, who was not thinking clearly, and grabbed the person with force, and opened his black eyes eagerly.

"Shang'er? Is that you, Shang'er?"

"Zhao, I'm Xuan'er, can you go back with me? It's late at night, you'll catch a cold here!"

Lian Chengxuan's eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and she looked at Lian Chengzhi who was about to turn herself into a drunkard with a gloomy expression. She couldn't help but hate in her heart, why didn't that woman make people clean even after she died!

Lian Chengzhi shook off her in disappointment, picked up a jug of wine and drank with his head up.Only by paralyzing himself with alcohol, in that illusory state, can he feel that she has not gone far, and is still by his side...

(End of this chapter)