Peerless Concubine: Ghost King, this palace wants to rob

Chapter 268 [One Night Whitehead]

The summer wind is still so warm, but it blows people's hearts and hairs.

The woman collapsed at the door of the Fenqing Pavilion, looking at the scene in front of her, lost in memory.

Here, they talk together, eat together, plan traps together, make dumplings together, and cook dumplings together.

Every inch of the land here seems to have their memories.

The memory is so sweet, but it is bitter to the heart when it tastes.

why?
I have been in a coma for three years, and you are the emperor, so you should throw me away?

The woman caressed the gate of Fenqing Pavilion, the smile in her eyes became more and more treacherous, full of evil spirit, like a haunted ghost in hell gradually gaining a soul.

"Ling'er." The man's voice stopped her movements.

Chen Lingling looked back slowly, looked at the man who was standing not far away and was wearing Jinnan King's service, and suddenly laughed out loud.

"Jiaye."

The sound of Jia Ye broke the man's heart, and the woman's tears couldn't be stopped like a faucet. He had been looking forward to this sound of Jia Ye for three years.

He wanted to walk over, but Chen Lingling stopped him suddenly, and said seriously: "No, you are the emperor."

The woman's eyes were washed with tears, they were shining brightly, but they were also piercingly cold.

She raised her eyes and looked around the former palace, "My husband died here. He is the prince, and I am...the concubine. I cannot be compared with the emperor."

"Your Majesty is the Ninth Five-Year Honor, I can't afford it." Chen Lingling sighed, her tone a little desolate.

"Ling'er, it happened for a reason, I..."

"What's the reason?" The woman interrupted him directly, "I said, I am the princess of Jinnan, I don't know who you are, I only know that you are the emperor of Yongling, and you are the king, and my husband Jin The king of the south is a subject."

The more Xuanyuan Jiaye heard this, the more harsh it became, "Ling'er, you just woke up and need to rest, don't blow the wind here, please go back to the palace with me first?"

Chen Lingling stared at him in a daze, and smiled after a long silence, "Tomorrow, my concubine will enter the palace to face the saint. Today, I will let my concubine rest here. After all... this used to be my home."

While speaking, she turned around and entered the master bedroom of Fenqing Pavilion. Tears were still rolling, but she forcibly held back them.

Tears, just flow once.

The man outside the door stood there for three hours, and he didn't leave until it was dark.

Chen Lingling was lying on the couch. There was no smell of dust in the room. Presumably someone came to clean it frequently. She wrapped up the quilt and smelled the light fragrance on it and slowly fell into a dream.

In the dream, that man was still smiling gently at her, scratching the tip of her nose lovingly, calling her Ling'er affectionately, making dumplings with her, and hugging her to keep warm in the ice and snow.

In the dream, the man saved her from the raging fire regardless of the danger, held her in his arms and shook her gently for a nap, held her tightly around her waist and rode to the border together, facing the conspiracies and tricks thrown from all directions.

In the dream, the man rubbed her numb fingers, gently accompanied her to read military books, walked with her after dinner like an ordinary couple, and wrote the Spring Festival couplets together face to face.

In her sleep, the pillow under the woman's head was wet, and the tears quietly slipped into the fine Suzhou embroidery, disappeared in the endless darkness, and fell into the endless abyss with the little warmth in her heart.

The only light of hope in her heart was ruthlessly wiped out. She couldn't figure out why, and what she had paid so much for.

In this vast sea of ​​people, she seemed so small, so small that she lost her way of living.

In the darkness, the woman's soft black hair turned into snow inch by inch at the speed of the naked eye, scattered on the red brocade embroidered quilt, and as a tear of blood slipped down from the corner of her eye, her heart also slowly froze.

(End of this chapter)