Her Heartless Evil Man

When I took the beautiful centipede kite to other eyes, the child's eyes lit up, "it's so beautiful. It's the best kite I've ever seen."

I smiled: "I'm a little busy today. I'll make some better kites for you in the future." although I don't like them very much, he is a child after all. Children like to be hurt.

"Don't treat the mother imperial concubine better. I'll ask the father Khan to reward you." Tong yanwuji said the truth.

"Well, when you see your father Khan, tell him that yunqi'er's mother is going to see him these two days." I finally used my heart, so I'll take a message from the child's mouth for me. I want to see turdan.

I really want to know his recent situation. I always feel that Mrs. 9 attaches too much importance to me. If turdan's poison wound is not solved, why should I do it. Bayar is not a layman in balussi. He is also a close minister around turdan. As long as he places two or three people around turdan, he can kill turdan at any time, which is much faster and more agile than my action.

And I want to see turdan. First, I want to know everything about him, and also I want to know the news of Li'an and ruoqing. Without their news, I'm going crazy. It's been more than half a month. I don't believe Li'an will abandon me, let alone he will ignore me.

"Mother imperial concubine, don't go to see father Khan now."

"Well, run slowly." I looked at it. Don't carry the centipede kite I made while running and flying. After a while, the kite flew into mid air. I really had a way. The kite went up to the sky in his hand and soared under the blue sky.

Watching him escape my sight happily, I feel like a teenager doesn't know the taste of sorrow. It turns out that youth is the best time.

But no, I haven't returned the old painting to him yet. I shouted hurriedly, "don't even give it to you yet?"

But his eyes were only kites. He never heard my cry again.

Watching him run away, I had to put the picture back in my arms and give it back to him when I have a chance.

Back to the Luoxuan Pavilion, there are still the patterns of mandarin ducks I painted on the small table. Just embroider a pair of pillows. I knew in Lou's house that these embroidered pillows are usually embroidered in a pair, but you must not embroider only one, otherwise it will be unlucky.

I turned over two pieces of light blue cloth from the cabinet, stretched the pattern with round bandages, and then found colorful silk threads, which I seriously embroidered. While embroidering, I looked at the vivid mandarin duck and sighed that such a feeling of mutual help is the most beautiful truth, but I can't get it anymore.

The mandarin duck nestled in a pool of clear water and floated slowly, as if experiencing the warmth and beauty of love. Lotus blossoms are blooming around. They are light red and peach red. They are beautiful. I can't help but think of the warm summer in Lou's house. I also painted a big frog with a little frog on its back. That's a portrayal of the mother frog and the baby frog. Look, how happy the family is. I envy mother frog that she can have her own baby.

The thread in your hand is stabbed in one needle after another, and it is dense. Even if you are no longer blessed, you still wish the people next to you can have a carefree life and a happy family. (this sentence is a blessing to relatives, happy new year and happy family!)

Ruoqing and Lian, where are you? Still in that town? I haven't heard from you for so long. Don't you miss me?

Li An, I want to know about yuncaier. You must have something to hide from me. I want to know the truth of that thing. Why don't you ever defend yourself? The more you don't say it, the more misunderstood it is.

I had something on my mind, and my concentration was much worse. Accidentally, I was stabbed into my finger, and a round blood drop immediately shook on my fingertip. When I looked at it, I didn't feel pain. I stared at the blood drop in a daze. The scenes in the jungle suddenly appeared in front of me one by one. So many arrows were directed at turdan. There were so many enemies.

In a trance, my fingers were suddenly grabbed by someone. Before I could react, my fingers had been sucked into the hot and humid lips, and the blood was sucked away. I didn't tilt my head to see who the visitor was, but his unique smell of grass had told me what the answer was.

The child's words were really fast. He came himself in the evening. I thought he would send a carriage to take me to his yurt. Now I was stunned by his sudden arrival. I even forgot to take out the finger he held in his mouth.

"You... You..." I was stunned and could not speak.

"I what?" his bad smile let me see through. He's not sick at all. There's no sign of poisoning at all. He's different from when he escaped from the jungle that day.

"Your poison has been detoxified?" I asked foolishly.

He gently took out my finger in his mouth, put it in his palm and looked at it carefully, as if he hadn't heard my question, "Why are you so careless? Don't embroider next time, just let people do it."

"I like it." I just want to brush his mind. Sometimes I'm stubborn.

"Do you like this mandarin duck?" he asked casually.

But I blushed. What I embroidered in my hand was indeed mandarin ducks. "I don't like it." my mouth was hard.

"Who just said he liked it." turdan opened his eyes and looked at me innocuously.

Speechless, I ignored him, pulled out my hand hard, and saw him again. My heart seemed to return to the past, and all the injuries and hatred were gone.

That incense, and all other mothers, everything seems to have never happened. What's the matter with my heart. He just cares about my injured finger. Do I have no objection to him again.

No, my pride tells me that such a cloud Qi'er Wu would rather die.

And my mother. As long as he's alive, my mother is in danger. Three months, I have only three months. Either I kill turdan or I rescue my mother. When I haven't thought of a way to get the best of both worlds, everything should be considered in the long run.

It seems that turdan's injury and poison have long been cured, but he has been hiding it from others. That's why the maid told me that his poison has not been solved for a long time. If it hasn't been solved for a long time, there will be no human life, right? It's all my own stupidity. I believe he's really not well, but I'm determined to release such rumors.

Bayar must know, so he doesn't dare to act rashly. I don't understand, really don't understand. What's between Bayar and turdan? Isn't he obedient? Is it false surrender and waiting for an opportunity? Is he going to take the Khan's seat of turdan?

But there is another farewell. Even if turdan is really dead, it is not Bayar who will inherit the position of Great Khan, but neither or Timur.

"What do you think?" his face shook in front of me. It was the same rogue look as before. I couldn't cry or laugh. Didn't he know I knew everything about him? Doesn't he know I hate him?

"Nothing, don't you ask me why I left?" I raised my head stubbornly.

"I knew," he said lightly, as if nothing had happened.

"Who told you?" his honesty made me feel at a loss. Did I really wronged him.

"If you deliberately want to know something, you can feel everything from it regardless of the wind and grass." his words have some mystery, but I can't figure it out.

Don't want to provoke him, I still have my plan, I Shan Shan smile: "sweat and talk about what the wind blows and what the grass moves."

"The kite is flying and the snowflakes are moving." he clenched my hand as if it had been the same before.

But my heart is mixed and chaotic. He knows everything else. Kites and snowflakes are all after I left him.

I stared at a pair of mandarin ducks falling on the pattern. His hand gently raised my chin and moved his lips closer and closer like charm, "Yun Qi'er, I've been waiting for you to see me. I've been waiting for this day for a long time."

I feel dizzy. All this seems strange. I planned to kill him in the morning, but now everything seems to have changed. I face him so vaguely, which makes me a little scary. When did I become his prisoner again.

I pushed him away fiercely, and he seemed to be ready. He stood motionless in front of me, grabbed my waist and let my head move closer to him inch by inch. I panicked and my heart jumped wildly. Compared with my first night, I was still very frantic at the moment.

"Yun Qi'er, you are more beautiful."

"I, I'm not your style, you let go of me." I don't know why I suddenly think of the name he always called when I loved him every time before.

"No, you are his style, you are my most gentle and beautiful style," he began to get excited when he suddenly heard the name in my mouth.

Kisses rained on my face, and he didn't care about my reaction at all.

I reluctantly and fiercely bit him on the shoulder, trying to experience the fishy salt in my mouth again.

His kiss didn't stop, and his body didn't move. Let me bite his shoulder for a long time, for a long time, until my tongue was numb.

I slowly got up, his fingers raised my chin again, "have you had enough? You cat."

"No," I said fiercely. I really want to tell him: I even want to kill you, don't you know?

However, I didn't say, because what Bayar can't do is even more difficult for me. I can only rely on his trust in me to deal with everything, but will he still trust me?