The unlucky county princess and the crown prince

Fleeting time like the wind, accompanied by day and night, in a flash of ten years, how ever did the snow really completely forget?

In such a quiet autumn night, she and her brother Chen once went together to see the bright moon and listen to the cicadas singing in the middle of the night. Is this a simple saying that things are right and people are wrong?

She and her brother Chen, after all, are not predestined enough. She did not think that behind his seemingly gentle smile, there is so much bitterness hidden?

"But Han Chen's words changed sharply, and his tone was still tinged with hatred. "They took you away from me. You are the only sunshine in my life. Without you, I would be totally dark, and I would really become a person living in hell..."

"Stop it." Bai Lixue's eyebrows were deep, and she said sadly, "brother Chen, these things have passed. They are not important any more."

"Not important?" Han Chen smile desolate, "in order to get close to murongjia, I change my face to be his killer, as long as he sees who is not pleasing to the eye, I am a knife in his hand, how painful my mood is? However, even the suffering under the enemy is less than the pain when you left me. You said, these are not important? So what's important? "

Bai Lixue is silent. Compared with brother Chen's sufferings, any words are pale and powerless, and even can't serve as a consolation.

Han Chen's smile floated with the cold of late autumn, "I finally became the person they wanted. I was ruthless and resolute, and finally got back everything that belonged to me. The king came to the world and was in power, but you know what? I'm not happy at all because it's not what I want

People who come out of hell will not repeat the days of singing, drinking, and youth. There is a kind of dull pain lingering in Bai Lixue's heart.

"But I have to do this, because the painful lesson makes me understand that a man, without power, can't even keep his beloved woman, and may be robbed by others at any time. Only when he has the power that can't be blasphemed or provoked, can he be qualified to get his beloved."

When Han Chen said this, he kept his eyes fixed on the snow, apricot blossoms, misty rain, water and ink painting in the south of the Yangtze River, boating, drinking, writing poems, and wandering in the clouds. These are the dreams that he and a Xue have been weaving for ten years, which have been deeply embedded in his heart.

"Ah Xue, I tried my best to get the imperial power, just to get you again." Han Chen's eyes are as affectionate as before, like lovers who have been reunited for a long time, with the special joy and palpitation of young people, "you finally come."

Even if he is still him, he is no longer the princess of Jiangxia who is not the taste of human sorrow. The night wind lifts the soft skirt of Baili snow, dancing like a fairy, but the expression on his face is calm like jade, and says: "you love me so much, but you want to kill my child at that time. Do you know how painful I will be like this?"

"Because it's not my child and yours, it's xuanyuanjue's child!" Han Chen roared, his clear eyes turned red, and his fundus was full of pain. "I never thought of giving up on you, because you are everything to me. All I do is just for one day we can continue to live happily together, but you are pregnant with other men's children. How can I accept it?"