Her Heartless Evil Man

"Is Qiqige really sleeping in the ice palace for so many years?" I still don't believe this fact.

"Yes. Turdan often goes there at three or five, but it also provides an opportunity for others to kill him. People often ambush there and want to kill him."

I thought of the assassination in the jungle that day. Indeed, those people seemed to know that turdan and I wanted to go to the jungle.

I vaguely remember that day when I asked him where he was going, he once said: go to the place where I wanted to take you when I was hunting last time. It's beautiful and there's a jungle. It turned out that he had long wanted to take me to the jungle. Was he going to take me to the ice palace at that time?

But the ice palace has its own style. Did he want me to see him then?

The more I think about many things, the more strange they are, and the more confused I am.

"Can only the snow mountain fox King solve the poison?" suddenly I sighed for his case and for Gula's fate. No matter what, they are all happy. Unexpectedly, they met the true love of their life. They got a man's complete love. This is happiness, which I can't ask for.

Think of fox King's white hair for Gula all night, and think of turdan's uneasy day and night for his style. That's the true love I long for. But it doesn't belong to me.

"Yes, no one in the world can solve the poison of Yin-Yang powder except the snow mountain fox king." Timur looked at me with helplessness. Maybe he also hoped that his character could wake up and that turdan could be happy. It must be his brother.

"Fox king and Gula have a son and a half?" such a tragic ending is the last thing I want. I always hope Gula will have a continuation of life, but will it?

"No." so fox King's hatred is getting deeper and deeper, and his whistling voice is full of his infinite love. That love affair is for Gula.

I think of the song of the Phoenix seeking a mate. The Phoenix is still there, and the Phoenix has nowhere to live. The pain of forever losing makes him no longer have hope. Turdan, at least, is still alive. Being alive represents hope and the possibility of life. From this point of view, fox king has been kind to turdan.

"Maybe fox king is waiting for his Gula to return to the world." thinking of the white haired man, in fact, his injury is no less than me. I have children in my belly, which is my hope and my support. And he has nothing but memory.

"But that's impossible. Gula, she's really dead."

I suddenly think of dudagula. Her name also contains the word Gula. It seems that she also has an unknown sad and beautiful story. I always feel that there seems to be any connection between the two people, but I can't think of it.

I haven't seen her these days. Where have I been? I looked at Timur and wanted to ask him, but I didn't ask him. This is between him and her. If I asked, it would only embarrass him.

I suddenly wanted to meet this snow mountain fox king for a while. He said that as long as I wanted, I could call him with my piano at any time, but I didn't want to go. At least, I wouldn't follow him.

My mother, my child is everything in my future life.

"Go and inquire about my mother's news again." seeing my mother, everything can be relieved. I will try my best to save her. Just because I saw her at the first sight, I had a feeling of flesh and blood. It was strange. That feeling made me willing to do something for her.

"I sent someone to pick me up early in the morning. I'll always be here in a few days. You have something to eat first. Your mother must be fine."

"Look, I forgot to ask you to have dinner together. Ruoqing, order the dishes."

Timur looked at ruoqing, and a thoughtful look appeared on his face. Is there anything wrong? "Eat quickly."

"Yun Qi'er, it's really unsafe here."

I glanced at him, "it'll be fine. If you're worried, just send some more bodyguards to strengthen prevention."

"Well, I'll send some people to patrol more at night."

"E Niang, is she all right?" speaking of my mother, I suddenly think of his e Niang. I haven't seen him for a long time. If I really want to leave that day, maybe I'll go to say goodbye to her old man. This time I'll leave openly and won't run away secretly again. When you leave, say goodbye to everyone.

"E Niang, she also talks about you, but she seldom goes out recently. It's cold, and the old man's bones are afraid of being cold."

I nodded, "so is my mother. I don't know if it's going well to pick up my mother." I'm really afraid of any changes.

"The messenger said he saw your mother as soon as he arrived at the Lou family's temple. He just had to convince her to come to Balu. It took some talking. He didn't have any trouble anymore."

I'm a little suspicious. If Mrs. 9 really wants to use my mother to coerce me to kill turdan, how can she not send someone to take strict care of my mother. "Is it really going well?"

"Yes. This time, general manager Li came out in person. He knows Lou's house well, so it must be no problem."

"Oh."

Scooped a spoonful of tremella soup. It was sweet and slippery. I drank it, but my eyelids jumped for no reason. I rubbed it gently. When my mother arrived, everything would be fine

Since I woke up, at first Timur came to see me at three or five o'clock every day, but I often waited silently. Slowly, he noticed my deliberate alienation, so he rarely came unless something happened recently.

Watching him silently eating a bowl of lunch, I remembered that except for the family dinner on my birthday, it was the first time for me to have dinner alone with him. Looking at the rice and dishes on a table, I smiled and said: "I forgot to inform the cook. They cooked all the dishes of the Central Plains. I didn't even prepare roast whole sheep for you. I don't know if you are used to it."

He raised his head, took a braised tenderloin and chewed it in his mouth, as if the taste was very fragrant. "Yunqi'er, maybe you really know very little about me."

I seemed to feel some emotion when I heard what he said. I was puzzled. I looked at him suspiciously: "yunqi'er really doesn't know much about the Lord." when I thought of the information about the barons of Balu stabbing in Li'an, I didn't think anyone had seriously seen Timur. I really didn't care about him.

"Maybe you don't know, I have rarely stayed in baruchi since turdan sweated, so I'm more used to the diet of the Central Plains."

His words reminded me that every time I met him, it seemed that he came back from a distance. It seemed that his words were true.

"These months may be the longest time I have stayed in baruchi in recent years," he said, holding a piece of fish in my bowl. "Eat more fish. It's better for children."

"HMM." I was moved by Timur's concern and consideration.

This meal was to thank him for saving me and my child, and for working hard for my mother.

The candle on the table was burning brightly, reflecting the shadow of me and him. It fell on the window screen. I looked at it, a little distracted. The shadow was as warm as home, but it was the wrong two people.

The snow seems to be getting bigger and bigger. It often makes me feel as beautiful as a dream.

It seemed that someone hurried through the window. I lowered my head and continued to drink the tremella soup in the bowl. At this time, the door was opened without warning. There was no report or notice. A person came in in a hurry with a cold breath.

When I subconsciously looked up, the first thing I saw was a wine pot. It was clearly mine. It was the wine pot I used to pour medicine into the people in gray clothes in the jungle. I once spilled soft tendon powder in the pot, but now the wine pot was in the hands of the person I really wanted to pour medicine. This is turdan.

The smell of wine hit me. I couldn't help covering my mouth. I felt some nausea. I was happy again.

I endured not to let myself spit out. I stood up and looked at him at a loss. He seemed to be drunk and in a mess.

Since I watched him leave with Qiqige in my arms in the ice palace, it was the first time I saw him again. I had an unspeakable feeling and felt a little astringent. Thinking of his character and his heartless love for me for her, my heart is really astringent.

I looked at him silently. My heart seemed calm and could not lift waves any more.

Why did he come? Want me to be buried again? I thought I could not help saying, "did you ask me to be buried for her?" but I regretted it. I don't want to die. Although it is common for living people to be buried for the dead in Mongolia in the great Zhou Dynasty, I don't want to, because there is a small life growing quietly in my belly, and I am responsible for my children.

He looked at me with red silk in his eyes, took another sip of wine and shouted, "she's dying. Are you satisfied? You just want me to love you only, don't you?"

I smiled. I walked slowly to him. Is this man the man I once loved? Is that the man who is good to me and gives me heaven?

He really doesn't deserve it. He's ashamed of my sincerity.

I looked at him and stared carefully at his facial features, his eyebrows, his eyes, his lips and every part of his body. Once I was familiar with and loved, now I think it's a cold joke.

"Yunqi'er, don't pay attention to him. Yunqi'er, I'll take you away." Timur suddenly rushed to me, grabbed my hand and wanted to pull me away.

I let him hold my hand, but I don't know where the strength came from. I let myself stand still in front of turdan. I shook off Timur's hand. I looked at turdan and said word by word: "I promise you I will be buried for her, but it will take a year later, otherwise I will ask my father to ask you for my life."