Forced to marry as a concubine: the prince is too presumptuous

Chapter 115 Can't
In the past, she was not even willing to step on an ant to death.

Thinking of this, her hand naturally picked up the candlestick on the side, slowly took down the candle, blew it out, and threw it on the low stool beside it. The candlestick on which the candle was originally lying was pointed. The sharp candlestick pierced Yan Mo's injured chest, or pierced his head, then he would stop breathing in front of her in an instant, and he would never be able to pester her again in this lifetime.

Thinking back on the child's death, even though it was all Mu Lianfeng's fault, it was he who gave her the abortion medicine with his own hands.

Thinking about it, there was a pain in my heart, it was so painful.

Xu was looking forward to that child so much, so the death of the child really took away all her dreams, and in this life, all her hopes and happiness were destroyed by him.

The candlestick in her hand moved slightly, getting closer to Yan Mo bit by bit, the shadow of the candlestick cast obliquely on his face, it was so clear, as long as her hand fell heavily, then Yan Mo would... …

But at this moment, her hands were shaking. She had never killed anyone before, so she was afraid, very afraid.

No, she can't be soft-hearted, he asked for everything, he deserves to die.

Closing her eyes, Ximo's hand fell down quickly. She wanted Yan Mo to die, she definitely wanted Yan Mo to die. His death was like repaying her innocence. She behaved innocently and never She has done those shameless things, but she was spread so unbearably by people in Qicheng...

"Mother...Mother, don't go, you don't go, mother, don't go..." Suddenly, Yan Mo's terrified dream sounded, and the voice immediately stopped Ximo's falling hand, and when he opened his eyes, , the tip of the candlestick was only an inch away from Yan Mo's face.

Beads of sweat rolled down with a 'squeak', and Ximo was stunned for a while.

"Mother, I don't want to kill Mo'er, mother, Mo'er is innocent, mother, don't...don't..."

"Clang", the candlestick in her hand really fell this time, but it landed on the ground, and there was a heavy sound. With that sound, Ximo also sat down on the floor. Yan Mo's words made her The son lost the courage to kill him.

He didn't want to kill her, he knew she was innocent.

What kind of story is it? He can actually shout so clearly in his dream.

The cold floor made the coldness penetrate to the marrow, she almost killed him, but he...

"Mo'er, what's the matter, what happened?" It was impossible not to wake up Yan Mo with such a loud noise, and he sat up from the bed, Yan Mo's forehead was covered with cold sweat, he was really dreaming just now, and he was vigilant His eyes fell on Ximo's face, he seemed to be guessing what happened just now.

Looking up at him, Ximo's face was full of guilt, he didn't seem to be pretending, "Ah Mo, I wanted to wipe your sweat for you, you sweated a lot, but when I walked over with the candlestick I accidentally fell down." After finishing speaking, he hurriedly picked up the candlestick and candles, for fear that Yan Mo would suspect anything, because if he really fell down, the candlesticks should fall on the ground and the candles should also fall on the ground Yes, but now, the candle is on the low stool. At the same time, the flame of that candle has been extinguished for a while, so it must be warm to the touch at this moment. As long as Yan Mo touches it, he will definitely doubt it.

Steady my mind, so as not to let myself be in a hurry, I took the candle and put it on the candlestick, then took it to the candle in the corner and lit it carefully, the room suddenly lit up, and the fire in the stove was as red as the candle The flames echoed each other, making the room very warm, "Ah Mo, you go to sleep." With the candles cut, Xi Mo's heart has calmed down. What he said was in a dream, but he spoke to her heart , There are some things that are not as she imagined, many, or only the truth can come true, she suddenly found that she can't always guess, she wants to find out everything quietly, and then pronounce the sentence his death.

"Mo'er, let's go to bed together." A gentle male voice sounded, he was really hardened, with such a serious injury, his spirit seemed to be much better when he woke up after sleeping.

"Okay." Put down the small scissors, the small scissors specially designed for cutting candle flowers. Just now, if she was holding this to kill him, wouldn't there be such a loud sound of the candlestick falling to the ground to wake him up.

When he turned around and walked to the bed, he was still sitting, watching her come over, he gently hugged her and lay down, "Ximo, go to sleep, don't think about anything, I'll be living here for a few days, I said that if I stay with you, I will stay with you, and I won't take you away casually."

She shook her hand in front of his face, "Ah Mo, you seem to have changed suddenly."

"Is there? Isn't it always like this?" He said with a smile, when did his eyes change to a taste of doting.

But in the past, those many pets were not sincerely good to her, they were intentional and full of calculations, but I don't know if they are sincere or false now, "Well, you have always been good to me." It's okay, I'm still angry, I'm still angry, I turned around and didn't look at him, what he said just now was just a dream, the truth and falsehood have yet to be determined, isn't it?

If she softened her heart so quickly, she would still be thanking him foolishly when he killed her.

People's hearts are separated by belly, so she still has to be careful.

Xu was sweating from the fright before, so he fell asleep soon after falling asleep, and he no longer paid attention to his breathing.

The quiet night passed quietly, and when she woke up, it seemed as if nothing had happened, but only she knew that she almost killed Yan Mo.

In fact, there were times when he was defenseless. He was so relaxed last night, but she didn't seize the opportunity to kill him.

That's it, missed it.

Or, let's just assume that he really has some last resort, or that he doesn't want to.

Unsure of what to do, the more I don't know what to do.

Compared to Mu Lianfeng, Yan Mo is only complicated in her heart.

Then, stop in silence, pretend that you don't know anything, just be with him, and slowly discover what she particularly wants to know.

Those are the most important.

The soft feather brushed the tip of her nose, itching, she subconsciously stretched out her hand to grab it, "Get away." She was so sleepy, the bed was so warm, winter is the most yearning for the warmth of the bed, and she didn't want to Get up, then don't wake up, just sleep for the rest of your life.

"Get up, Yan Mo's lazy little concubine." The laughing voice was gentle, it was Yan Mo's limit, he rarely joked with her.

That 'lazy little concubine' made Ximo wake up most of the time, and reluctantly opened her eyes, "Ah Mo, what time is it?"

"The hours without the sun."

Isn't that still early, she doesn't want to get up, her squinted eyes continue to close tightly, she wants to continue to sleep.

"But it's daylight."

As long as there is no sun, it's still early. Turning around, she pushed his hand, "Go away, I'm sleepy." It's too late to sleep, she is still sleepy, very sleepy.

"Mo'er, it's snowing. May I take you to see the plum blossoms? I heard that the plum trees outside the capital are full of plum blossoms. Against the snow, they are so beautiful."

"Chi slip", Ximo sat up immediately, rubbed her eyes again, "Ah Mo, what did you say, can you say it again?" Is she dreaming, she seems to have heard Yan Mo talking in her sleep last night, Now it was her turn to listen to sleep talk in her sleep.

"Ximo, it's snowing, get up quickly, I'll take you to see plum blossoms and snow."

Such a clear voice, biting the back of the hand, it hurts, it's true, when I opened my eyes, the man's face was so close to hers, but he tilted his head and looked at the flower window, "Ah Mo, why don't you... Open the curtains and let me see outside, okay?"

"Do you think I'm lying to you? It's really snowing, Lan Ximo, you don't have any clothes on." She couldn't open the curtains like this.

"Ah..." With a cry of surprise, she got under the quilt like a loach, and she was really naked.

"It's almost over, let's go out of the city." The voice of the doting man rang in her ears, it was really unreal, but Ximo couldn't care about these anymore, she wanted to see the beautiful snow and beautiful plum blossoms.

She put on her clothes like a fly, and before she put on her shoes, she rushed to the window and opened the curtains. Sure enough, the house was covered with snow, and the white snow dazzled the eyes. It was so beautiful. This was what she had been looking forward to for a long time. The first snow of the year.

"Ximo, put on your shoes quickly." Looking at her bare snow-white feet, they are so small that people want to hold them in their hands and play with them.

"Okay." Excitedly turned around, but suddenly thought of his injury, "Ah Mo, your injury..."

"Change my medicine quickly, and then we can go out after breakfast."

"Okay." It seemed like it would be a waste to say one more word, and her mood suddenly improved. In fact, sometimes, she was more like a naughty child who would never grow up.

If everything is his last choice, if everything is his necessary choice, then can she quietly open his heart and see his heart clearly, then maybe he and himself will have a better life .

What a life without hate.

In the past few days, it's good to let go of everything. She wants to think about it, think about the way to get along with him and the life with him in the future. As long as he doesn't let her go, she will always be a part of his hand. Zhimei, no matter how proud it is, the time to bloom is limited.

Xiang Jinchen's medicines were all the best, and he carefully removed the cloth. The wound inside had healed, at least, no more bleeding.

Yan Mo is so strong that it is unimaginable. If this kind of injury is replaced by an ordinary person, it will take at least three or four days to make his current progress, but he is much better after only one night.

The flesh on his body is really as if made of iron.

He never snorted when he was given medicine, as if someone else was given the medicine instead of him.

(End of this chapter)