Refuse To Be King's Consort

Fenghuafu, indulged in a bottomless quiet.

The wind in the hall is like a naughty child. In gently lifting the veil frolic.

After the veil, the man lying flat under the brocade quilt slowly opened his weak eyes. I haven't been exposed to the poison of the soul eating flower for several days. He woke up after the pain. Always get a sense of freshness.

But today. When he reflected the figure of the woman in front of the veil in his empty eyes, he was slightly stunned.

"Bamboo heart...!"

in summer, she calls for this vicious woman who has been missing for several days.

He was imprisoned here by her, and he had no idea what was going on outside. I only know that in recent days, unexpectedly quiet, every day only a few handmaidens come in to wash his body, drink and feed him. And often these people will not let him hear a word. Even the sigh is quiet.

A long white dress with bamboo heart. Thin pink and black hair, leaving aside the usual luxury and enchanting bun ornaments, but scattered. As if the summer strong at that time the banquet saw the dancer bamboo heart as pure as heart shaking.

"You. How are you doing with your dinner Summer strong worry about that day by the bamboo heart frame Sima banquet. So he gasped and struggled to get up and asked.

Bamboo heart quietly came to the summer strong side, as in the past. Lean * to, Nestle in the summer strong chest.

"Bamboo heart..." summer strong hand slowly across the woman's black hair. There was a little shiver in the voice.

The bamboo heart closed his eyes and covered up a trace of miscellaneous thoughts. She only remembers that day, when the dancer Zhuxin was in front of that despicable king. As like as two peas, the king's smile is just like her heart.

When the flowers were exhausted, she leaned on his chest and thought that it was relying on the chest of summer Hao. She was nostalgic for a moment.

There was also a trace of pity for him.

That is, he is the king of a country. In front of her, he is tortured by love and tears because of the woman.

She read out his weakness, so that she could enslave him with the rest of the woman and the world.

But she will not really fall in love with him, because he is the summer strong, not the summer Hao.

Summer strong hand powerless slip down the woman's hair, his voice low husky let a person's heart, he said: "bamboo heart, bamboo heart, I love you in every way, why do you want to be so, what purpose are you in the end?"

Lying in front of xialie's chest, the clear and beautiful face sends out a faint smile. She reaches out her fingertips and writes a name on xialie's chest: "xiahaohao."

"five brothers?"

Summer strong and thin face can not read what expression, he instantly understood, all is his hand made evil fate, he looked up hoarse laughter, there is a pain in the bottom of his heart spread, this world really has retribution, once he for the world, regardless of family affection, more betrayed friendship, now she bamboo heart, is heaven God sent retribution!

Bamboo heart raised his head, looking at the summer strong thin eyes, her lips smile, relying on the summer strong chest, she stood up, sealed the summer strong lips with a kiss.

Summer lie closed his eyes, and he accepted retribution.

A dagger flashing cold light, in a woman's hands, like around the fingers soft. Gentle into the summer strong chest.

One, two.

Through his chest.

This position, then, was her favorite place to write with her fingertips.

Blood gushed out from this position, full of demon red, dyed the woman's white dress.

The woman finally burst into a voice.

Laughing, but the voice was like the voice of the devil in hell through the cracks in the ground.

Also, that year, she was in the Meridian Gate despairing wail.

"Bamboo heart, I'm sorry...!"

the man has hidden pain, holding a happy woman soaked in dark red blood in both hands.

He knew for a long time that it was a demon who would push him into the abyss.

At that time, his mind was still wise.

How can we not read the purpose of this woman from Mobei.

But at that time, he thought that Zhu Xin was a spy sent by Mobei. He just wanted to harm the country with women.

Moreover, at that time, he was tormented by the departure of the only woman he loved.

So he accepted that she pushed him into the abyss to solve the pain in his heart.

Gan zhiruoye is enjoying the liberation brought by soul eating poison.

But now everything is clear in the heart, he is in love with her.

Live for love, die for love.

He vaguely remembered that she had written such a sentence in his heart.

"Zhu Ben has no heart, but he has a heart."

Her heart is bright in summer.

Just as his heart is Ding Feiyu.

The heart left oneself, how can still live?

"Bang"A medicine bowl was smashed to the ground, and the strong medicine juice was covered by blood. Looking at the bloody demon red in the room, the maid carrying the medicine suddenly ran away from the Fenghua mansion with a dead white face.

"Princess min, assassinate the king...!"

"Princess min, assassinate the king in Fenghua mansion...!"

this crazy cry let the Ryukin palace resound through the sky.

Ding Feiyu's feet had already trembled, and she saw her Li army waiting for her in front of Fenghua mansion.

Stepping into Fenghua mansion, the past is rolling forward. Ding Feiyu has ignored it, because the smell of blood reminds her.

As soon as she entered the inner hall, Ding Feiyu was stunned. She saw that the strong air of summer was lying in the pool of blood, and the blood flowed along the bed to the ground and gathered at the foot of the woman in front of the window.

The woman's snow-white dress let the blood stained dirty unbearable. She turns her face and smiles at Ding Feiyu. He threw himself out.

"Bamboo heart, don't...!"

Ding Feiyu rushed over, but it was too late.

Fenghua mansion, long years of fierce wind, but can not roll up that like a broken butterfly woman.

"Bang!"

The dull body * the sound of bluestone ground, Ding Feiyu lies on the window edge, looks at the bamboo heart open eyes, solidification smile, looks at the blue sky, Ding Feiyu glides on the ground, she dare not look at that kind of eyes, she does not have the courage.

"Feiyu... Is that you...!"

as weak as the sound of mosquitoes, it rings in the quiet Fenghua mansion.

Ding Feiyu was stunned. She fell and crawled over, but a line of tears fell down her cheek. She had not seen her face for many years. At the moment, this man lying in a pool of blood, with a pale face and as thin as a skeleton, would be that vigorous summer?

"Feiyu, you can forgive me...!" summer strong smile at the eyes of the woman, that long tearful face. He was glad that God had allowed him to see her before he died.

He did not forget, at that time she cold left the figure, she said, unless he died, she would forgive him! But he did not have the courage to die, now Zhuxin helped him, he can get her forgiveness.

Ding Feiyu looks at xialie tremblingly. When she looks at his chest, she trembles and says: "xialie, I can't forgive you, so you must live. I'm the imperial doctor."

"Feiyu, forgive me... Xia Guoxia, xiaguotianxia...!"

Xia lie dropped his hand, and a line of blood and tears fell from the corner of his eyes. His hand wanted to touch the woman Son's cheek, but God will give him a chance.

His tears fell on the body that embroidered with the beautiful summer of the brocade quilt. Once he was so proud of the beautiful rivers and mountains under his body, now he sacrificed the broken mountains and rivers with blood.

The moment that the woman turned to leave, his mountains and rivers had already collapsed like his heart. How did she know that she was like his land in his heart.

"Summer strong!" Ding Feiyu looked at Xia tianlie who had lost her breath. Her hands closed her eyes which were too late to close.

She stopped crying. She looked at the sleeping summer strong, she whispered: "summer strong, I didn't forgive you when I came back. I came to waste you and seize your favorite land. How can I forgive you?"

"King...!"

Sima Yan Ran in with a pale face. Hearing the news, she ran over without time to put on her shoes. She pounced on the man who never belonged to her.

He didn't love her, never loved her, she knew, but she always loved this smart but stupid man.

Ding Feiyu stepped back and walked out of the sad place of Fenghua mansion with dark red eyes. Zhu Xin is still lying in the pool of blood. She also opens her eyes and looks at the sky. Her blood is being trampled by thousands of people. When she was brought to the state of Daxia as a prisoner, she has been ruined like mud. How can she recover her status as a proud princess Yilan.

At the end of September, the sky suddenly became gloomy. The cold wind suddenly rolled up and the goose feather flying snow suddenly fell.

This year, summer will have an unusually cold winter.

Ding Feiyu walked in the imperial garden, avoiding the chaotic Ryukyu palace people.

The snow covered the trees in the garden, and Ding Feiyu's tears suddenly fell down.

She still remembers that in the snow of that year, she put her hands together and stood under the high wishing tree and murmured her wish: "when waiting for sun Zhimu to return from Aksu plain, we can wish to be a parawing bird in the sky and a connecting branch on the ground."

The man, who was the king at that time, had a gentle smile. He held up her legs and let her fingertips touch the high branches. The king's proud face was close to her toes, gently rubbing and smiling and asking her what she had made.

She smiles but does not answer, in his arms, will load her promise and other men in the sky for the birds, in the ground for the red silk ribbon to tie the branches carefully. And ignored everything about him."Summer is strong, it's me who has done your whole life!" Ding Feiyu wails to the snow sky. Wind and snow slapped her cheek, she cried very sad, as if nearly 14 years of sadness poured out.

If she had not been born again in Xia, would the fate of the three teenagers in the hunting ground be different now?

Is Yan Shixun still a descendant?

Is sun Zhimu still a leisurely young master among nobles?

Is summer strong still that arrogant second prince?

Who can tell her, is it right or wrong for God to involve her like this?