MTL - Emperor’s Conquest-Chapter 12 love and hate

The curtains moved, and Zhu Yuzheng made a sound. His footsteps turned into the inner room, and the figure clearly reflected on the bed.

I looked at him side by side, my heart pounding, seemingly dazed and confused.

He stood still and looked at me silently.

The weather in May has been replaced by a soft tobacco Russell curtain, separated by smoke like smoke.

When I look at him, he can only see the shadows; when he looks at me, he is afraid of being indistinguishable.

The maid quietly backed out, and the room was quiet, and the scent was filled with medicine.

He raised his hand and raised Luo Luo hesitantly without raising it.

I was overwhelmed, and my heart became more anxious, and my hands were sweating.

"I'm ashamed of you," he said suddenly.

His voice was soothing, but it struck me, held his breath and listened to him.

"Princess, I know you are awake ... I ca n’t help you, if you want to give me a chance to make up, you start talking; if you ca n’t forgive, Xiao Yue is ashamed, I wo n’t be disturbed anymore, I will send you away immediately Send you back to Beijing. "

In a word, a thousand waves set off. I listened quietly, but my heart was already rushing, like the suffocation before the storm.

Before I asked for blame, he already claimed to be "ashamed", a phrase "sorry" that touched my heart sour, all kinds of tastes were tangled in one place; even, I have not yet figured out how to face him, how to face He had a lot of grudges against each other, but he had presupposed a choice for me-I just had to choose to speak, or to be silent, to choose to forgive, or to leave.

How easy it is.

Is it really that simple?

After Luo Luo, I will definitely look at him, I can't tell whether the tangled and sour taste in my heart is hate.

He stood in front of the bed, his hand silent, and didn't look at me.

There was silence in the room, and the light and shadow were mottled, and only the fragrance was lingering.

This is absolutely decisive. An overbearing person, either forgive or leave, does not allow me to have room for ambiguity. I should be angry, but he chose to think of the choice with me, or forgive, or hate, and never thought of a third way to go-at this moment, we have reached this point.

He has been standing for a long time, waiting for my choice, waiting for me to call him, or to remain silent.

Looking at his blurred figure, thousands of feelings finally turned into a silent sigh.

He turned around and looked at me, and even Luo Luo could feel the pressing eyes.

I was suffocated for a moment, forcing his eyes to forget to breathe and forget to speak.

A moment of stalemate and silence, he turned silently without a word.

"Xiao Yan." I blurted out his name.

With this opening, I realized that my voice was low and dumb, and I was so weak that I couldn't hear myself clearly.

He didn't hear it, strode to the outside, and turned to the screen.

I was annoyed, trying to lift up my voice and blurted out, "Stop."

He stunned and stood still, and looked back, "You, stop me?"

The sound of exhausted power affected the chest injury, and I was speechless in pain.

He strode over, and raised the curtain.

The eyes flashed brightly, and I raised my eyebrows, and my eyes fell straight into a pair of deep eyes-these eyes are these eyes, and I was struck by the cliff above the cliff, and it seemed like I was passing by in a coma Thorough life and death, tolerance of sorrow and joy, give me endless strength and stability.

At this moment, these eyes are getting darker and darker, and they seem to be covered with thick fog.

The four eyes face each other and each is lost.

"Don't move." He frowned, held my shoulder, and turned to summon the doctor and maid.

The doctor, doctor, and maid came in hastily, and the people in the room were busy taking medicine and pouring water.

I expected that I would look bleak at the moment, turned my head inward, and didn't want to be seen by him.

The doctor examined the pulse for a while and congratulated Daan. The doctor brought the medicine up, and the two maids approached to lift me up.

But listening to him, "Give me the medicine."

He sat on the side of the couch and carefully lifted me up so that I could lean against his chest.

Unfamiliar and strong masculinity surrounded me, separated by the placket, faintly felt his temperature

"Is this comfortable?" He held my shoulder, stared down at me, his eyes mild and focused.

I felt hot on my face and hurriedly lowered my eyes, afraid to look at him. An injury actually made me so timid, I bowed my head, suddenly felt annoyed, why should I be afraid of him ... For a moment, I was proud and raised my head to meet his eyes.

It turned out that he was like this ... the outline was axe-sharp, his eyebrows were flying, his eyes were thin and his lips were not angry.

"Have you seen enough?" He looked at me without hesitation. "Drink medicine if you see enough."

I even got hot behind my ears, I was afraid that my face was already red, and I could see him from the head to the feet.

"How?" He looked at me with a smile.

I turned my head slightly, "I don't have three heads and six arms."

He laughed aloud, handed the medicine bowl to my lips, and looked at me to drink, and patted my back, very lightly and awkwardly.

I lowered my head and drank the medicine. I felt the warmth of his palms behind me, and for some reason I felt soft and fell to a place.

The medicine taste is very astringent, I frowned and drank it, and immediately turned my head, "Honey."

"What?" He was stunned, and I also stayed ... At home, my mother knew that I was afraid of suffering. Every time I drank the medicine, I immediately handed in the honey water prepared by snow lotus bee pulp. I bowed my head, thinking of my mother, my father and brother, and tears sprang up involuntarily.

Tears fell and splashed on the back of his hand.

Dangerous all the way, moments of life were suspended, and no tears were shed ... and at this time, in front of him, I shed tears for no reason.

He was silent, put down the medicine bowl, and reached out to wipe tears for me.

When my fingers touched my cheek, I trembled, then I lowered my head, and let the rough skin of his palm touch my cheek.

"It's okay," he said softly. "Good medicine is bitter. When you wake up to sleep, the injury will be much better."

The taste of traditional Chinese medicine still feels astringent, but my heart is not so sour, and I feel warm and stable.

"Sleep." He put me back on the pillow, held my hand, and drew a little warmth from his palm ... I was a little shy, I wonder if it was a medicinal effect, or a temporary illusion. I saw a little in front of me Ziyu, lying on my couch as a child, raised my toes, reached out and touched my forehead, lay in my ear and whispered, "Sister Ah, get better soon."

My nose was sour, and I opened my eyes to see him, but I saw Zi Xi's face gradually blurred, and Xiao Xuan's eyebrows faintly appeared.

At this moment, who caress my forehead, who is clenching my hand ...

The next few days, I was always lethargic under the effect of medicine, and internal injuries and old diseases seemed to be getting better.

For the occasional sober moment, I would expect to hear the news from Xiao Mai from the maid's mouth.

However, he has not been there, and has not been there since he left that day.

There was only one general named Song, who was ordered to come in every day to ask the doctors and report my situation to Xiao Yan.

The waitress said that Wang Ye's military affairs were busy ... I was silent and couldn't tell whether the obscure taste in my heart was lost.

Maybe there should be no expectations, maybe nothing has changed, he is still him, I am still me.

After being awake, I want to know two things. One is whether Beijing Central has been informed of my escape, whether my parents are at ease, and the other is whether He Lanzhen's party is ambush. On that day, He Lanzhen fell on a cliff with his arm broken, and the tragic scenes were like before him. At that time on the cliff, I jumped down with him, full of hatred and killing intentions that I had forgotten. I want to come to hate him, and the humiliation along the way was thanks to him.

So far he still has traces of his strangulation on his neck and arms, and the internal injuries sustained by his palm have not healed.

From time to time in the coma, I sometimes saw the figure of Xiao Suo in white, seeing him covered in blood and falling to the bottomless abyss. The cliff was so high, and his arm was cut off again ... when he wanted to come, he was a pile of bones.

However, I remember the doctor's words, "Fortunately, this palm has not been used with 30% strength, otherwise ..."

With one hand under anger, he used only 30% of his strength. I don't know why he was merciless, and at that moment, whether his conscience was reviving. These questions, I will never know the answer, but I always think of that palm, all kinds of the same day, the hatred that he swore to kill him at the beginning, unconsciously faded away, leaving mercy and solitude.

I remember that day, so many people died.

The first was the flesh and blood killing on the school ground, and the imperial court was killed on the spot; then the boardwalk in the mountains and the road were pursued and killed, and Xiao Ye used his strength to slay three people in succession, piercing the arrows in his throat, his head with separated heads, broken arms, Hot blood ... I have never seen it in my life, and I have never even thought about it.

Really witnessing that scene, I did not faint or even panic.

Once upon a time, I hunted deer in Gyoen. The first deer was shot by my brother. The princess, Xie Wan, fainted in one glance when she saw the dead deer. The emperor lamented that the crown prince was kind, but her aunt disagreed.

I want to come, I must be kind.

The imperial court colluded with the foreign invaders to hijack the princess, assassinated the king of Yuzhang, and died... In such a major event, the court shook, and Beijing was afraid that a long wave of storms had already been set off. How will Xiao Yan play, how will his father cope, and what will his aunt do?

Although I was drowsy, I was sober in my heart. After all kinds of events, I thought over and over again, and faintly felt speculations. There seemed to be a very important relationship hidden in it. But I didn't know anything, and were blinded by them inside and out.

Xiao Yuan didn't come, I could only ask the doctor-in-law next to me.

But these people can only answer me two words, either "slave obeys" or "slave do not know, slaves deserve to die".

One by one holding their breath, they feared me like a tiger and wolf, I really don't know how harsh Xiao Xiao was under normal control.

There is only a little girl with a round face and big eyes. She is young and lively, and occasionally can gossip with me, but she can only answer questions.

Under the boredom, I miss Jiner more and more.

After Huizhou was robbed, she was separated from her, and it was not known whether she stayed in Huizhou or was sent back to Beijing.

At night, leaning on the bedside to read a book, I felt tired, just squinting, I heard a kneeling outside.

In the sound of Jin Tie's contact, the sound of booting straight into the inner room, Xiao Yan's voice sounded outside the screen, "Did the princess sleep?"

"Prince Hui, the princess is still reading."

He suddenly arrived, causing me a little panic, and I didn't know how to deal with it. I hurriedly put down the book and closed my eyes.

"What is this to do?" Xiao Yan's footsteps stopped outside.

"Master Ye, slaves are about to change the princess."

"Back down," Xiao Min paused, and said, "give me the medicine."

The maids all exited the inner room, and the quiet room was so quiet that every breath was clear and audible.

The bed curtain was lifted, and he sat by the bed, close to me.

I closed my eyes and still felt his pressing eyes.

The shoulder was cold, and the captivity was uncovered. He pulled away the neckline of my underwear, and his fingers touched the neck and neck injury.

His fingers touched my skin, and instantly, my body trembled, and the whole body's blood seemed to rush into my head, and my cheeks became hot. He whispered in his ear and whispered, "Someone will blush when he falls asleep?"

I opened my eyes arrogantly, and was burned by his eyes, burning from the cheek to the whole body.

In shame, I dodged his hands and pulled up and held him against my chest.

He laughed, glanced over me unscrupulously, and suddenly he reached out and caught my wrist.

I blurted and groaned on the bruise on my wrist.

Xiao Xuan let go, his smile narrowed, and he glanced at me lightly, "They punished you?"

"It's just a flesh wound, and I'm not guilty of anything." I pulled my hand back and raised his eyes, but saw his eyes as frosty and murderous as blades.

I was shocked and couldn't say anything to my mouth, as if frozen by the cold.

"Let me see." Xiao Yan was expressionless, suddenly took over me, and brushed off my placket.

I was stunned, and in his murderous eyes, forgot to resist.

The light and shadow swayed, and my skin was suddenly exposed in front of him, wearing only a small piece of intimate clothes, nothing.

Seeing that there were no more scars on his body, he twirled his brows, and then he covered my placket, and said lightly, "It's all right, if he punishes you, the seventeen Helan people don't need to leave the whole body. Now. "

He spoke carelessly, and I was so frightened that I heard it for a moment before whispering to him, "Those He Lan dead, have you recovered?"

I remember that day, he promised He Lanzhen, and the three armies would not pursue it.

"Whether the triad is needed," he said indifferently. "The Turks' men and women are already behind the border, how can they let them pass."

"Isn't He Lanzhen the son of King Turk?" I was stunned.

Xiao Xie smiled, "Yes, but Turk still has a prince Hulan who can conquer the war-the brother of He Lanzhen and the nephew of King Turk."

"No wonder you know He Lanzheng's plan." I was stunned. The big man in the gray suit followed all the way. According to theory, he could only find out where he was, and he might not know He Lanzheng's plan. It turned out that the true inner people should be their own people, and it was his brother that betrayed He Lanzhen, and Prince Hulan who had a dispute with him on the throne.

For a moment, I shuddered.

He Lanzhen thought that there was a mission, and that Xiao Xiao had already joined hands with Prince Hulan.

There are calculations everywhere, and there are murders everywhere. If anyone counts one step wrong, they are broken.

Xiao Yan, He Lanzhen, Xu Yan ... What a terrible trap they all live in.

I gazed at Xiao Yan, only to see that his eyes became deeper and deeper, without seeing the bottom and seeing nothing.

He also stared at me, suddenly smiling, "Are you afraid of me?"

Only a pair of eyes chilled just as the deep snow melted.

Am I afraid of him? At that time, I saw him lead a 3000 iron ride into the Chaoyang Gate. At that moment, I was afraid.

But now, close to him, living and dying with him, seeing him killing people before my eyes ... Are I afraid?

I raised my eyebrows at him, and my past calendar came to mind, with all kinds of tastes.

"No, I hate you." I looked straight at him.

He fixed his gaze and then laughed, "Yes, I really hate it."

He didn't even have a word of excuse for justification, so he admitted it, I was speechless for a moment.

"Do you have something to say to me?" I bit my lip, my heart was a little bit soft, and when it was over, I gave each other a step.

"What do you want to know?" He asked me such a question.

A burst of anger came from my chest, and I was so angry that I turned to see him smile brightly, and there was a burning light on the whole person.

In the night of the cave house, without saying goodbye, he always owed me an explanation.

I don't care what he can make up, but this explanation is about my dignity and the dignity of my family.

For three years, I can't let it go. This is the mood.

I looked at his smile and smiled angrily, slowly, "I owe you something and now I will give it back to you."

Xiao Yan smiled slightly, his smile continued, "What is it?"

I approached him, raised an eyebrow and smiled, and suddenly waved a hand.

This brittle hand gave me all my strength, leaning on his left cheek.

He took this slap and did not evade, pressing his eyes on me.

There was a moment of stalemate between them, his face gradually showing red fingerprints and a look of smile.

"This is a big wedding night, I should have given it to you. Unexpectedly it took so long." I looked up at him, my palm was sore and hot, but my heart was so happy that I couldn't help laughing.

"Thank you, now we are two clear." He slightly pulled the corners of his lips, and his smile grew stronger. He held my hot and painful palm, turned and looked at it, and saw that his palm was red and swollen, and immediately laughed. Another new injury. "

I couldn't help getting angry, but saw his eyes slide down from my face, straight to the chest-only then suddenly realized that my half-open placket and large white skin on my chest were all in his eyes.

"You are shameless!" I was so ashamed that I couldn't hold my hands, but he was in control of my hands, so I couldn't break free.

He sighed, encircled me with one hand, and picked up the ointment with one hand. "Further disturbed, I had to take off my clothes and apply medicine."

I believe he can tell that it can be done naturally. In vain, I had to bite my lip fiercely and didn't dare to move.

He dipped his finger in the ointment and carefully applied it to the wound on my shoulder, neck and wrist. The wound had healed, and he didn't feel any pain. His fingers stayed on my skin, and he slowly pressed and rubbed the ointment, which brought a piece of itchy ... but he looked at me with a smile.

The waitress has never had so much trouble applying medicine, he deliberately made fun of me.

I glared at him, speechless.

He took a deep look at me, "So fierce ... very good, he was destined to marry the goalkeeper."