Playing to the death and cheating on you

She still stared at him, her voice was extremely gentle: "You will continue to have this dream, and you will never wake up again..."

"Well... I don't want to wake up either... I think it's good to dream... Shui Lian... It's really a good thing to dream..."

His intermittent voice stopped, and slowly, he fell into a lethargic sleep. 【26nbsp;】

For a long time, he had never slept so soundly and sweetly.

The moon rises and sets again, and the wind rustles the leaves.

Shui Lian was sitting in this clean courtyard, and the man in his arms was asleep—he was actually in a semi-comatose state, with new and old wounds, which tossed a strong body to pieces.

After a day of exhaustion, she didn't feel tired. She opened her eyes wide and looked at the full moon in the sky.

The chrysanthemum platform reflects the bright moon, who knows that my love is cold?

The surrounding area was so quiet, only her, the third prince's weak breath, it was the first time she was in such a place, she was pampered and pampered all her life, she entered the palace at a young age, and lived like a little princess by the queen mother's side.Although she is not a princess, because of the empress dowager's favor, who doesn't regard her as more noble than a real princess?Then there is the career of the imperial concubine, and then to the empress who is the mother of the world.Even during the few years in the courtyard, she was well-clothed and well-fed, with no worries about food and clothing, and she was served by maids.

In this life, how many times have you served other men with your own hands like this?

This is the first time, the first time to act as a protector.

She suddenly felt that she had become extremely powerful.

Third Prince, Third Prince, you have saved me three times, each time when life and death were at stake. Without you, I would have lost my life.This time, why not let me save you?

She squinted her eyes under the moonlight, and smiled softly, just like the sigh of the wind.

Cold dew condensed in the night, chilling her forehead. That feeling seemed to be a warning to her for the rest of her life. She vaguely heard shouts from afar, each sound like a death knell.

She trembled all over, and stretched out her arms to hug the Third Prince even tighter.

All poor and lowly men and women are sad.

She thinks of the future at inappropriate times.

There is no fear in my mind, but excitement, so excited that I can't help myself. Why do I feel that the pressure of survival is not so terrible?

As long as you don't wear silk and satin, as long as you don't pursue bird's nest and shark's fin, what's so difficult about ordinary days? ?

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