MTL - The White-Haired Imperial Concubine-Chapter 240 Finale (37)

240 Finale (37)

His big hand covered her, she trembled and groaned involuntarily. "Well ... no worries, I ... I love you!"

His hands aggravated, soft lips rolled around her ears, and the burning temperature trembled her body. She heard him gasp and his heart beat fast.

In the yellow tent, the temperature of the skin intertwined by the two of them suddenly rose to a hot level, and the air was permeated with a strong ambiguous atmosphere.

Zongzheng said in her ear softly, "Aman, tell me ... you only love me."

The passion in Man's body receded instantly, and his body was stiff. Even Zongzheng's worry-free body froze.

Why is she still so awake at this time? Can't you just lie to him? He stopped moving, bowed his head to her chest, sniffing the charming fragrance she had long lost on her, and his heart burst into grief.

How long has he never touched her? The last time she hugged her seemed to be one year ago, and then separated because of the child, and then disappeared for half a year. When she met again, her exclusive territory was occupied by her, and his world was so destroyed!

A strong sorrow pervaded the yellow tent, replacing the previous thick ambiguity.

With a tight heart in Man's heart, he put his hand on his face, but he arrogantly wanted to prove that she belonged to him, and belonged to him completely, and no one could take it away.

The torn pain suddenly struck, his chest suffocated and he almost fainted. She opened her mouth and breathed through her mouth, still feeling breathless. Grasping his arm tightly with both hands, his fingers were light blue.

"No worries ... I, I ... No," she said hard, frowning, her face pale.

Zong Zheng was shocked, stopped in a hurry, slightly lifted her back, and used her inner strength to protect her heart pulse with one hand behind her, and the other hand gently pressed her breath on her chest.

Then Man slowly took it easy, seeing the reluctant blame in his eyes, and the painful struggle, she held his hand. The more he was so rough and capricious, the more she could feel the despair in his heart.

She pulled him down and hugged. This man who made her love and distressed, she didn't know what to do to make him no longer despair?

"Worry-free ... I love you, you have to believe me." She told him extremely tenderly in his ear.

With her eyes wide open, she could not say anything because of the excessive joy in her body, and the tiny whine flowed from her throat. Ten fingers clutched the sheets underneath, frowning. Just, trembling, trembling, with heart.

Zong Zheng's worry-free eyes are complicated, and the twinkling light in his eyes is always dim and not as bright as before. He stared at her eyes, as if to see through every look in her eyes, he kept repeating the phrase: "Not enough ... Aman, not enough! Your love ... incomplete ... tell me You only love me! "

The shivering body shivered, and the half-open and half-closed blurred eyes shed sadness.

He leaned close to her ears again, almost in a tempting tone, "said, you only love me."

He is so persistent in wanting to be confirmed, even if it is a lie, he is willing.

But she never lied. If she denies her previous feelings towards Rong Qi, it is a blasphemy against Rong Qi for her life. The deceased was stunned, and she could not let Rong Qi look down at Jiuquan.

She closed her eyes in pain.

Zongzheng frowned, and the more she did, the colder he became. Grasp her tightly, venting insidious grief deep inside.

Zongzheng clasped her waist with a commanding tone: "Aman, open your eyes ... look at me. How much place is there in my heart?"

Distraught in dizziness, he opened his eyes weakly, looking at the struggling struggling under his eyes, and persistently asked for an answer, and her heart was sore, "Your place in my heart ... never ... never changed. In the afterlife, I only love you ... alone. "

Zong Zheng's pupils shrank, his eyes shattered suddenly. Desires like waves surging can't stop the sorrowful flow.

He closed his eyes in despair, and said forcelessly, "I don't want the afterlife, I just ... this life."

...... Releasing the loneliness and sadness in the heart, burning the soul and life of two people.

He refused to stop at dawn, and she was drowsy in the midst of turmoil. Before falling asleep, he heard his voice whispering, "If Rongqi doesn't die, will you ... still follow me?"

She wanted to say yes. But the word stuck in her throat, and she had lost consciousness before she could get out in the future. She thought it would be the same to say tomorrow.

The next day I woke up at night and no one was around. She sat up on her back, her whole body was sore and sore, and she was clothed, and she could not walk the whole way. The servant who was standing outside heard that there was movement in the room, and came in to wait for her to freshen up.

Man-chan asked, "Where's the emperor?"

"If you return to Niangniang, the emperor's imperial conspiracy was called in."

Man shook his hands and knocked over the washbasin on the table. The hot water in the basin fell on her and wandered to the ground. So he left? Without saying a word. Was the border war really so serious that he needed to go on his own? Or was he running away and didn't want to see her?

"When did you leave?"

"Hui Niangniang, I left early in the morning."

It's a long way to go, she should have gone too far. Leaving the Royal Study Room, she walked quietly on the way back to Yunsi Temple.

The moonlight is cunning, the stars are all over the sky, and the palace lights are all the way, dotted with a quiet and peaceful night. But such a beautiful night, she didn't have her lover beside her. In this lonely deep house, only she walked alone in the cold moonlight.

Suddenly she thought: That's fine. Let him blame her and never forgive. In this way, he can live well until she is gone.

She smiled quietly, silent grief spreading to the corners of her lips.

This war is a battle between the kingdom of heaven and the entire Wanhe continent, which is more difficult than any previous war.

The joint attacks of the nine countries brought together more than one million troops. In the past two years, the war has continued, the state treasury has become empty, and the supply of equipment and grass is insufficient. Manyu tried his best to raise money and food. However, in the face of war, it was still a waste of money. She was so anxious and anxious about sleeping and eating that she sent a book of nationality to Wang Ning Qianyi of Cangzhong, hoping to cooperate with him, and Ning Qianyi responded happily, and supported the country to help her through this. Difficult.

In the autumn of October, the sycamore leaves in front of the window of the palace of Yunsi Palace fell early. The yellow leaves were spread on the ground, and they were blown everywhere by the cold wind in autumn.

Manyu retired the minions in the palace, and liked to be alone like this. Standing under the Indus tree, watching Xiao Suqiuyi in the yard, feeling the passage of time.

Two spring and autumn periods have passed, and the border war has not yet ended.

Her body is getting worse and worse, she will get tired after a short walk. She didn't know such a body, could she wait for him to return?

I found a stool and sat down, suddenly a leaf fell from her eyes, and she reached out to catch it. It was a leaf that had not completely withered but was withered, half yellow. She looked up and saw that there were many such leaves on the lush branches. They were swaying in the cold autumn wind and would not fall, just like prisoners struggling in fate. Even if they were unwilling, they could not escape Withered fate. 2k novel reading network