Her Heartless Evil Man

"Oh. It's about the rise and fall of baruchi, so I have to go. Fortunately, I came back the night you went to the ice palace."

It's about the rise and fall of baruchi. It must be a big event. I don't want to participate in their state affairs. He looked at me and continued: "That night, I came back. I hurried to greet e Niang and went to see turdan to recover my life, but he was not there. I thought I would see him again tomorrow, so I came to your Luoxuan Pavilion. I stood quietly outside the wall and looked at it from a distance. In a trance, I saw a maid riding a horse out, but I didn't know it was you. I stood for a long time, and someone came to look for dudagula, The bodyguard said that dudagula had already left. I suddenly realized that it was wrong and thought that the maid who rode away was you. "

"But how did you know I went to the ice palace?"

"I went to turdan's yurt again, and there was no you. I went to the yurt where you used to live, and there was no human shadow. I knew that turdan often went to the ice palace, and you and he disappeared. I went to the ice palace at once, but I didn't want to be there."

"That Qiqige is very important to him, isn't it?" knowing the result, I still can't help asking Timur. I have too many questions about Qiqige.

"Yun Qi'er, don't think too much. Heal the wound. I'll tell you those things slowly. Your face is very bad." wiping the sweat on my forehead, I found that the warm Kang under me was boiling hot.

"I'm fine. What about ruoqing?" the little girl woke up and I never saw her.

"I watched you all day and night yesterday. I told her to go to bed, otherwise she would be tired."

My shame is that my willfulness has implicated Yiying people.

"When she wakes up, let them wait on me. It's time for the prince to have a rest." I don't want him to take care of me again. Anyway, it's better to avoid some resentment. I don't want to be involved in an unclear relationship with any man. In that case, my heart will be very tired.

"Oh."

I ignored his surprise and never wanted to have any extra branches.

"Help me keep the child's secret, will you?" I begged and looked at Timur.

"I won't let him know. He doesn't deserve it. He shouldn't have married you." he covered his mouth, but he leaked his mouth. He knew I was his substitute.

"When my body is well, I want to leave baruchi." I look out the window at the still bright sunshine and fantasize about my future, which is the future of me and my children

"But..." Timur stood up very unnaturally, "but at least wait until your mother arrives safely before you go with your mother?"

I nodded. "Yes, I'll wait until my mother arrives before we leave together."

"I've sent some people to meet Li'an. There will be news in a few days."

"Do you know?"

"Yes."

"Also, help me tell him not to come again. I've broken off my love with him in the ice palace." my mind is still echoing the quarrel between Timur and turdan. My forehead still hurts. Maybe it's my life. God sent me a child.

I stroked my forehead and the thick cloth wrapped around it. My injury was very serious. At the moment, it was also painful. The pain was in a trance where the plum blossom was printed. I really wanted to see my injury. I pulled the layers of wrapped cloth.

Timur said hurriedly, "Yun Qi'er, you can't."

"I want to see."

"Wait and see." he gently advised me.

"If you didn't come to the ice palace and you didn't save me, would I freeze to death there?"

"When I saw you, you were frozen. I wrapped you in my arms and rode all the way back to the xuange. I told them to rub you with snow for two or three hours before you warmed up. It's a miracle that the child can keep it."

"Timur, thank you for saving me and my children." his help, his consideration made me helpless. And his feeding embarrassed me when I thought of it.

"Yun Qi'er, can I still come to see you every day?" he suddenly held my hand, reminding me of my encounter with him in the rain.

My heart was warm and stunned, warm his sincere treatment, stunned his infatuation, but I didn't return it.

"I'm sorry." I refused him. I was so cruel.

He quietly tucked in the quilt for me. "Yun Qi'er, go to sleep again. Wake up and everything will be fine."

Wake up, can it really be all right?

The injury can be cured, but there is always an irreparable wound in my heart. Because of the fetus, my mood is much better. I often caress my stomach and feel the pulse of the fetus in my abdomen. That joy and warmth is the hope that supports me to live.

Also, I always miss my mother. Sometimes when I think of what happened in the ice palace, I even blush for my suicide. I was such an irresponsible person. Fortunately, there is Timur, otherwise I would really be sorry for my mother if I died.

The more you want to let go of many things, the more you can't let go, so you are extreme and go to death. The ruthlessness of others also leads to my ruthlessness. Flowers bloom and fall, and I am vulgar in the end.

No one around me has mentioned Qige and turdan in front of me, probably for fear of causing my sadness.

No one came to see me except Timur. Maybe the guards were still at the door, so no one dared to come here except Timur.

I've been lying for a few days and my body stinks. I remember and want to have a good wash. I want to be a healthy and clean mother.

If Qing helped me prepare the water and my body was still a little empty, she helped me soak in the hot water. I leaned my head against the edge of the bucket. The warm feeling made people feel comfortable. Gently lift the water and wash away the dirt.

Looking at the steaming hot steam, it makes people feel like bathing in a dream. After washing, they will be reborn and become people again. The former yunqi'er is dead. I won't cry for anyone anymore.

Shallow smile is for the fetus in my abdomen.

Ambergris was scented in the room. The smell of grass really faded out of my world.

After washing and wearing warm clothes, I said to ruoqing, "help me comb my hair." I haven't combed it seriously for a long time. It must be a woman like a yellow faced woman.

Ruoqing took the comb and came to me. I pushed her and said angrily, "mirror, how did you forget to take it."

"Well... Miss, I seldom looked in the mirror before. I can comb you better."

Looking at her, she seemed to be hiding something from me. "Ruoqing, go and bring the mirror." if she didn't take it, I would let her bring it. I tucked it in for fear of what I saw?

I've experienced the pain of injury again. What else can I fear.

"Miss, you're hurt and haven't completely recovered."

I stroked my forehead as if there was a round scab, hard. Was she afraid of me seeing here?

I smiled: "if Qing quickly take the mirror, I know the scar on my forehead, I'm not afraid."

"Miss, you must not..."

"Puchi" smiled and said, "I won't be unhappy." stroking the scar, I was already ready. How about being beautiful? I'm just a substitute for others. It's better to be ugly. At the moment, maybe I'm still the seventeen young lady in Lou's house.

"Miss said, but you should do it." ruoqing said uneasily.

"No, don't worry. Just bring the mirror." comforting her, I laughed to myself. I didn't know whether I was hurt or she was hurt. I asked me to comfort her.

Ruoqing walked to the door trembling.

I hurriedly shouted to her, "just take a mirror in this room." I wondered why she had to run out.

Ruoqing stopped hurriedly and said, "Miss, I don't know. The second Lord was afraid that you would be unhappy. The first one ordered to put away all the mirrors in this room."

Timur is really careful. He even thought of this for a long time, but I will always see it no matter how ugly it is. It's just a matter of time. It's meaningless to hide it from me.

This scar is really serious.

"Oh, go get it."

Looking at ruoqing's still slow and unwilling appearance, I can't help laughing. They seem to make a mountain out of a molehill about my injury.

Holding a comb, I gently straightened out my beautiful hair and hung my shoulders with shiny black paint. Suddenly, I wanted to comb back my big week's woman bun. I didn't wear that laoshizi's hat. When it was cold, I hid in the house and didn't go out again.

Thinking, ruoqing also came back.

The back of the hand is behind, and the mirror still doesn't dare to show me.

"Not afraid, just give it to me." I coaxed her.

"Miss, if you are unhappy, if the second Lord asks, you must not say that I ruoqing brought it to you." he also hid the mirror behind him to threaten me.

I smiled, "no, you can rest assured."

"Here." she suddenly took the mirror from behind in front of her and handed it to me.

I took it gently and put it firmly on the table in front of me.

I looked at me in the oval mirror. I still had the same face, curved eyebrows and small nose. It was just a scar on my forehead that was dazzling in front of me.

I looked and smiled.

"Miss, you... What's the matter with you?" ruoqing thought I would be angry and angry.

But no, I really smiled.

It's so coincidental that the position of the scar is just right. It's the position I want most, so I like the scar.

"Miss, don't laugh." if Qing was anxious, he grabbed the mirror from my hand. "Miss is still that beautiful beauty."

"Ruoqing, I'm fine. I really like this scar."

She stretched out her hand and shook it gently in front of me. "Miss, you're not stunned. How can you even like scars."