marrying a concubine

After he walked away, Xiao Jue turned around, glanced indifferently at the tassels on the ground, and said sarcastically: "This king has already let your old lover go, and you, hmph, bear the consequences of this incident yourself, this is a good thing." You asked for it."

Liusu was lying on the ground, motionless, as if she hadn't heard his words, the evening wind was blowing, the ink hair was flying, her slender fingers were long and elegant, yet emanating a strange tranquility.

"Fang Liusu, get up!"

Liusu remained motionless, so strange that Xiao Jue's eyelids twitched, he hurriedly squatted down, and mercilessly grabbed her shoulders to force her to look up. It was a face as pale as snow, and the temperature was so hot that his hands were hot, Liusu had already fainted past.

Xiao Jue twisted his heart, feeling a pain like suffocation.

"Damn it!" He hurriedly picked her up and shouted, "Come on, call the doctor!"

The roaring sound startled the resting birds in the palace, and they flew up from the trees in clusters, flapping their wings and making displeased cries.

The guards outside the door had already been alarmed and rushed to invite the doctor.

Zi Ling anxiously stood outside the door, without Xiao Jue's summons, and didn't dare to rush in, the handkerchief in her hand was almost broken, and she kept looking worriedly at the closed door.

Although they got along for a short time, Zi Ling had an inexplicable affection for the princess.

The woman who is as elegant as a chrysanthemum and as cold as a plum is so light and calm, so pitiful.

When Xiao Jue probed her forehead, the appalling high temperature burned his palm. This delicate face was as pale as paper, but it did not lose any elegance.

Even when she was sick, she didn't say a word. If he just walked away in a fit of anger, would she pass out on the ground and spend the night?

"What kind of magical power do you have, that you can keep this king's eyes again and again." Xiao Jue looked at her with cold eyes, a little dazed.Is it exactly like Yao'er's back?Or is she calm and free and easy?Or is it a delicate but tough soul?

She is not as beautiful as Fang Jinxiu, nor as pure and lovely as Liu Xueyao. She is like a chrysanthemum in the morning light, faint, unobtrusive, and does not take away anyone's light, and no one can hide it. Her elegance.

Why did this woman shake his heart so much.

"Sister..." Liusu, who was in a coma, only remembered her most important person. Every time she got sick, Jinxiu was by her side to take care of her wholeheartedly, the person who warmed her cold life.

"elder sister……"

Xiao Jue's complexion changed, and he stood up abruptly, his coldness was so cold that it made people tremble, his evil eyes glowed a bewitching scarlet, yes, he would never forget Liu Xueyao's death.

It was their sister's fault.

Xiao Jue didn't look at Tassel any more, and walked away with a gloomy face.