Playing to the death and cheating on you

When she was there, he forcibly suppressed it. 【】

When she left, he knew that the time had come.

She was actually afraid that he would run away.In this world, who would escape at this time?Just like a patient with cancer, would he worry about being kidnapped or murdered by others?No no no, he's not worried.

Not at all.

In the bottom of my heart, I am fearless like never before.

But the wish is in vain, for beauty fades, like the dying breath.

And women's tears that are easy to shed, deceive you when you are alive, but make you infinitely sad when you die.

Rows of green poplars and willows, tall ancient pines, three or two fruitful peach trees, several clusters of pear thorns, red gauze lantern grass, the small house looks very clean and quiet.

A burst of medicinal fragrance slowly floated over, and the attendants were not lazy, chopping firewood, cooking, lighting a fire and boiling water, they were very busy.

Someone poked his head out from the clump of thorny dates and tiptoed around secretly.The opposite window was open, a clean plank bed, and a man lying by the window... Heh, this man, this man, her heart was beating unexpectedly.

He has become so thin, shaped like a skeleton, and he can no longer hang two taels of flesh from his body.But, but, his eyes looked out of the window far away, the mountains in the distance were verdant and verdant, which made his eyes have an unbelievable mysterious brilliance-calm, gentle, throbbing, heartbroken, and sometimes as if divided Flowers and willows are sometimes full of fragrance.

The woman hiding outside, faintly smells the fragrance from the nose.The heart beats faster and faster.

There is an incredible magic power in this man.

When she peeked over, she saw him sitting up lazily, looking at the window, facing the past, a small pond.Her gaze followed his gaze: a pond full of lotuses, water lilies... But, the blooming season has passed.

The lotus is already dead, and only occasionally two or three branches emerge from the branches, blooming beautifully.

He stared at the remaining lotus in ecstasy.

As everyone knows, the eyes of the woman in the jujube grove are almost bleeding.

lotus.

water lilies.

water lotus.

That lowly servant girl, Shui Lian.

How dare he look at that lowly maidservant with such eyes - at this moment, all the remaining lotus flowers in the room turned into sharp arrows, piercing through the heart, scratching at her heart in every possible way.

How could that lowly maid be loved by such a man?

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ps: This is just a side story of the third prince, and has nothing to do with His Majesty. The story of His Majesty and Shui Lian ended in the chapter of the finale. . . . .

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