After My Death, The Villain Blackened Again

The little baby was only the size of his two hands, and the calf of the constant kick was exposed. He ignored the palace man who was going to help him, and went to help the little guy to wrap himself. A purple birthmark like him.

He stared at the birthmark, and for some reason his eyes were full of tears.

He held the baby in his arms, listening to the sound of his wailing and crying, and felt that he had no beating heart, as if he had lived again.

This is his child!

It was she who gave birth to him.

She is well-thought-out, and the only thing she has not arranged for her child's future arrangements.

Probably, she didn't even think that she would die.

Everything in the palace of Cai Wei, her paintings, the books she had read there, and the bed and desk were all moved to the Prime Minister's House in the first place.

After leaving the palace, he slept on the bed she had slept with, most of the time, having trouble sleeping all night.

He wanted to go with her.

He had a very willful idea, but that idea was ridiculous and ridiculous in reality.

Now he has another obsession.

Day and night, with all her heart, she just followed her.

Life is different, death is the same point.

But this time, even without her dissuasion, he could not continue to be willful.

The child is her concern. If he can't take care of the child anymore, what face will he see her with?

Yeah, Ben had no face to see her.

At that instant, he could give a warning, and at that instant, he could pounce on him, like the father of Qin, to block the knife for her.

Obviously he noticed from the beginning that she was uncomfortable.

His thoughts were so stingy, his thoughts were so terrible.

It was he who killed her.

Why is he so horrible?

She said sorry to him.

But he was supposed to be sorry.

He is sorry for her.

From the beginning, when she asked him to call her Guanyue, when she said those words so frankly, he should know her identity.

It was he who pressed her step by step to a dead end.

But I'm sorry I have no chance to tell her.

He probably knew that he had no mother, and the little guy kept crying, crying every day. He watched the child cry so terribly.

For a moment, I was suddenly envious.

He also wanted to cry, and to cry like that loudly.

But, until she arranged her funeral, and watched her buried, she couldn't cry.

The man did not cry easily, but he did not reach the sad spot.

But sometimes, even if the sad heart is dead, there is no way to cry.

She has gone so long.

Day by day……

January January ...

Year after year ...

So long, so long, but she never dreamed of him.

Until that day, he lay on the bed she had lay on that day, and opened her eyes to see her in a black dress coming slowly.

With a smile, he said to him, "Be careful, you have someone who admires you, but you don't, because you don't think about his tea, day and night, you only think about him."

The wind outside the door blew her black dress, like a fairy, she looked at him brilliantly, beautiful country, and her voice was soft, as if whispering in his ear: "Be careful, I am The emperor, was destined not to take him into account, but I still wanted to please him, and didn't want him to frown at all. "

He stared at her without blinking, reaching out, trying to catch her fluttering figure, muttering silently: "I'm sorry!"

Nalan Mo, who became the prime minister of the two dynasties, died of illness in Yuanzhen Sixteen. He never married his wife and had no children.