Her Heartless Evil Man

I looked at her figure gradually walking away. In fact, I was more helpless. I just wanted to avoid the storm and protect my own children.

"Yan'er, come here." waved to the child. I'd like to take advantage of the cleaning gap and sort out the travel items. It's just simple. In fact, as long as I bring enough silver, I'll have everything, but some things are always very important.

"Princess." she bowed her head and responded. She said how clever she was. It's really gratifying. This time, I've decided not to inform ruoqing in advance, but I'll take her away when I leave. She must be the girl I brought from Dazhou.

"Put those paintings away for me, and these books are also put away, and I don't want to read them." paintings represent memory. It's always hazy to remember in my heart, so I'm going to take them with me. As for the books are too heavy, just stay here in Luoxuan Pavilion.

"Princess, where's the piano?"

"Put it first." the piano still needs to be played often. I want to play it for my baby. I believe he will smile for the sweetness and happiness of the note after listening to my piano sound. My child, I want to protect him and give him a safe environment. Maybe I'll go to the south. There is no ice and snow in the beauty of spring all the year round. Only me, him and my mother.

I am immersed in beautiful yearning, smiling and making my mood happier.

But suddenly a fierce drink disturbed me. Who is he? He really annoyed me and surprised my dream to the horizon.

I raised my head and looked at turdan's angry face. I smiled gently, "here you are." it seemed that he was just a stranger I had just met.

"Why don't you go to the fire sacrifice today? Do you want me to invite you in person?"

I smiled, gentle as a flower. "Yun Qi'er was ill. He found out the disease at e Niang yesterday. Don't you know?" isn't it enough for me to be insulted by Qin Wa? Can't I hide those people? Why do you always pull me into the bottomless mud. I was afraid that once I was pulled in, I would never come out again, just like the horse in the swamp that day, but the horse stumbled inadvertently, and I was pushed in.

He always knows this. His ears and eyes are so clever that he can't not know it. Or maybe he just likes to bake me on the fire and walk on the tip of the knife. He hates me. He hates me. He makes his poison deeper and his disease worse. So does he want to revenge me? Even when I saw him, I roared like this.

I smile, I still give him a false smile, not my heart, but my helplessness.

"Go by car and come back when it's over. It's always okay." his tone was better, as if I were his baby.

"I'll throw up. I'm really not suitable for such an occasion."

"I must go, even if I stay in the carriage, I will participate in the fire sacrifice." although his voice is low, it is very strict and sure. If I don't go, today will be my day of violent storm and snow.

I owe the body, slowly sit up, "OK." always want to leave him, why care about this many days.

When I got on the carriage, his horse followed me not far or near. It was like my guard. I smiled. I suddenly wanted to see him.

When I got out of the car, I found that my mother, Timur and the women who were still in turdan had been waiting there. I was sorry that I had kept them waiting.

When I arrived, the flames of the fire started to burn. The mother took the lead and sprinkled the butter into the fire. The fire became more prosperous, and she was so full of words that we should seriously put the prepared Baijiu and beef and mutton and many sacrifices into the fire. Listening to the Mongolian language in the mouth of e Niang, she asks for abundant grain and good luck. What she reads most is the prosperity of people and animals. E Niang still wants to hold more grandchildren in her deepest heart, but these are not what she wants to have.

I have no feelings with her, but she has been my e Niang for more than half a year. People are always affectionate. People who are about to enter the earth always want their children and grandchildren, but she can't achieve her wish. Her baby son, one doesn't marry and one doesn't let her own woman give birth, which is even more helpless for her.

Holding hada and bending over to my mother, it's like being a mother to my mother. That's what I expect.

After the sacrifice, the fire became stronger, mixed with the smell of oil, wine and beef and mutton. My throat was sticky and greasy. I couldn't stand the smell.

I turned sideways, with a feeling of nausea, and hurried a few steps to make myself not to disturb the Majesty in the sacrificial fire.

After the yurt, I squatted down and covered my mouth. I really hope I can bear it.

The fire light on the ground reflected a figure on my side, with a slender figure and a machete at my waist. He gently beat my back. He was turdan. Timur never dared to treat me like this on such an occasion.

Spit a full floor, he has been beating my back, considerate to warm my heart, always wonder why suddenly he is good to me again. But after I was strange, I would think that before the incense, he was actually nicer to me. But I can't touch his heart or understand his heart. Lazy to guess, let him. Good is him and bad is him. It is always a mixture of contradictions.

After vomiting, I felt more comfortable. I stood up. He took my hand and took me into his yurt in the surprised eyes of the people. Behind us were many of his women.

I'm glad that e Niang went first, otherwise she would have to face me with different eyes. And qinwa, with turdan in the occasion, she has always been gentle and virtuous.

There is a warmth in his palm, which reassures me and makes me no longer afraid. It turns out that he is the goshawk that dominates the Balu thorn. Even e Niang is afraid of him.

The fire offering is coming to an end. Do you want a family dinner? I don't want to. I whispered as I walked gently, "I want to see him."

As like as two peas, he was still holding his foot tightly. He was still walking on his feet in the Mongolia bag. But there was no shadow in her eyes, but where was she, who had the same face as I had?

E Niang sat firmly on the head. I saw tiemu'er beside her. I saluted e e e Niang, but I didn't squint, as if I hadn't seen him.

I'm in a mess. It's safe to ignore me and him.

Don't run and drill into e Niang's arms. E Niang holds his small face and is kind in her eyes.

I also smiled and smiled for my baby. I look forward to his quiet growth every day.

All the people sat down and glanced around, only to find that there was a child in qinwa's arms. She was very beautiful and beautiful. She leaned against qinwa's arms as if she was afraid of all this. She was not used to seeing so many people. The look of the little girl told me that she must be qinwa's child. How old is she, She even had few opportunities to see people. If it weren't for sacrificing fire, she might never appear in front of me.

I looked at her with some pity. Compared with her mother qinwa, she should be liked more. Although she was a little stupid and stupid, it did not damage her beauty.

She waved and wanted her to come over and sit with her. As expected, she saw me, but she drilled more and more into qinwa's arms, "come on, let the mother imperial concubine hug."

"Begonia, come here." turdan called her name. She listened and subconsciously looked at qinwa. She wanted to get her mother's consent. In fact, this child is not as stupid as the legend. Her name is so beautiful. I like it very much.

"Go." Qin Wa's voice came to my ears through the air. It turned out that she was such a gentle mother.

Begonia came to me, but at this moment I was stunned. It turned out that her legs were limping. When one foot walked, her toes turned to the other foot. Such a sweet little face matched with these legs. I sighed. I got up, ran over and held her in my arms.

It's so heavy. I had to hold her and sit back in my position again. I watched her ignore the people around her. Why is she unhealthy and why no one gave her medical treatment? She is ill. Maybe she could be cured if she was treated earlier. However, now she has missed her treatment time.

"Water." the soft child voice rang in my ear. I was about to pick up the milk tea on the table, but she pointed to a small kettle around her waist, "this." a short word has explained her mind.

For a moment, her little hand touched my face, her soft hand touched my skin, and then her hand pulled the silk scarf on my forehead. I was surprised. The child's face seemed to be wrong. Sure enough, she whispered in a small voice: "blood, dead, killed."

When I heard the sound, my whole body was stiff and I was stunned.

Qin wa seemed to hear it too. She immediately said softly to Haitang, "Haitang, come here and let e Niang hug."

Begonia looked at me and qinwa again. Suddenly, she burst into tears, "I don't want my aunt to die, I don't want my aunt to die."

Why would she say that her aunt is dead? Did Qin wa ever do anything to me or her painting, or did Begonia see her with her own eyes, but it's inconvenient for me to ask a sick child. "Begonia is good, Begonia doesn't cry." I casually took off the colored silk scarf on my forehead and handed it to her. "This is what the mother imperial concubine gave you to play."

But she didn't answer. She just looked at my forehead. Suddenly she stopped crying and said strangely, "flowers are flying."