The prostitute is fierce: the vicious queen does not accept joy

She was barefoot, stepping on the cold ground, step by step, slowly moving forward, she seemed to be going far away, but she didn't know which direction to go.

No, it's not like her. She has always been very clear about herself, what she wants to do, and what she wants to do, she has a well-thought-out plan, but this time, she is at a loss.

Suddenly, a glimmer of light appeared in front of her, and a figure walked towards her.

This figure is not as vigorous as usual, and every step closer to her seems to be extremely difficult.

Closer, closer, she could see clearly——

He was badly wounded and covered in blood, and he approached her with difficulty.

Her heart beat wildly, as if it was about to fly out of her throat.

Her breathing was so fast that she was almost out of breath.

He finally walked in front of her, his hands were bound with a white cloth, the blood seeped out, and the white cloth was stained with a bright red piece.

He raised his hand and murmured in her ear, "I'm here, as I said, I will be responsible for you."

Her heart trembled, and she approached her with icy steps. He smiled, but the smile became more and more blurred, and she stretched out his hand, but he suddenly turned and left.

"Where are you going?" She sat up suddenly from the bed.

"Yue'er, what's wrong with you, did you have a nightmare?" A clear voice sounded beside her ear, the prince bent down, raised his hand, and wiped the big beads of sweat on her forehead with his sleeve.

Looking at her feet, she was not barefoot

It turned out that this was just a dream.

She got up and said, "Probably because I was too tired and had a strange dream."

But the dream was so real, as if it had just happened.

"Yue'er, there is a question that has been bothering me for a long time, I want to ask you." The prince walked to her side, looked at the waning moon outside the tent, and asked.

"Your Highness, let's talk." The night was as cold as water, and her voice was actually a little hoarse.

"You said that the reason you approached me was to take advantage of me and take revenge on my sixth brother and your eldest sister, but now, my sixth brother can't return to the capital and lost his title, and your eldest sister also became disfigured and went crazy. It's a reward, why don't you leave, instead, you want to personally ask my father to defend against the enemy with me?" The prince asked with the doubts in his heart.

why?

Because I was ashamed of him in my previous life, should I protect him?Help him successfully enthroned?

In this way, he would not believe it.

After thinking for a while, she said, "A person's fate is determined by the fate of his country. If Da Zhou perishes, Su Yueming is just a citizen of a captive country and is destined to be looked down upon by others. Therefore, I don't The reason for not defending against the enemy together with His Highness.

The prince's heart gradually sank when he heard the truth, and finally, he asked——

"Yue'er, are you worried about Murong Canghai's safety?"

Su Yueming's hand holding his hair tightened slightly.

"That day, I realized after the battle at Longmen Pass that you seemed to have...unusual feelings for him. On the tower today, Song Siyuan mentioned that the king of the North Courtyard was critically ill, and you also..."

"Your Highness is suspicious. The King of the Northern Courtyard is the number one enemy of my Great Zhou. Su Yueming and him are destined to be at odds. It is impossible to have any unusual emotions in this life. Besides, I once said that in this life, neither love nor hate , Such a complete life." Su Yueming interrupted the prince before he finished speaking, and said coldly, "Your Highness, it's already late at night, and I have to inspect the barracks tomorrow, why don't you go and rest, I'm tired too."