Playing to the death and cheating on you

At this time, she should have been afraid, but, somehow, maybe the blood in her body began to boil—she, like him, had the blood of the late emperor—it was the blood of a man who was quiet on the outside and hot on the inside. , His stubbornness, stubbornness, persistence, forbearance... and then the naked and terrible rage, all broke out completely at this moment on his children. 【26nbsp;】

The eldest princess stood up, also very calm, with a very gentle and submissive voice: "Young brother, don't worry, I will hurry back to the six towns in northern Xinjiang. I will not say anything. But, I must give you this thing."

She took out a thick letter and handed it over.

The emperor refused.

She put the letter on the table, calm and composed: "Whose handwriting is this, you must recognize it. The truth of the matter is like this, whether you believe it or not is up to your own choice. Even if you kill us all, it will still be useless. Emperor brother , I have nothing more to say."

She knelt down again, saluted, kowtowed, and then stood up, "Farewell, brother, please take care of yourself, and don't be deceived by the bitch again."

She opened the door and went straight.No noise, no entanglements.

The door opened and closed.Sitting on the chair, the emperor heard the cold winter wind blowing. This night, the wind was surprisingly strong, as if someone was crying.

The secret letter in his hand was reduced to ashes in the brazier, and he didn't even look at it.

He covered his heart and asked himself over and over again: What did I do wrong?What is my unforgivable sin? ?Why are they treating me like this?

However, no one answered him.

The heart was hollowed out, and the internal organs were mercilessly dug out, but they were filled with a lot of rotten vegetable leaves that stink.

In this world, no one needs me anymore: my parents are already in heaven, brothers and sisters can only make me suffer, and my son rebelled and died.All the people closest to you are plotting against you and murdering you. In the past, he never believed it, but now, he believes it without reservation.

What's the use of being born with talent?Even being a woman's husband or a man's lover no longer has the qualifications and room.

He suddenly felt unable to breathe, puffing out his nostrils, pressing his big hands on his chest... Help, help, I can't live anymore.

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