Her Heartless Evil Man

Kill turdan. Why does she want to kill turdan? Her whole family is stabbing in Balu. Is she not afraid to cause trouble if she kills turdan?

She seems to think highly of me by threatening me with my mother. Turdan doesn't have me at all in his heart. He is careful to guard against me everywhere, and even my contact with people is prohibited. Moreover, in my current situation, I don't even have the possibility to see him. How can I have the chance to kill him.

My mother, she was not good.

She's not good in Mrs. nine's hands.

What should I do? What should I do to keep my mother safe.

Kill turdan, I can only kill him to save my mother's life.

Turdan.

Mother.

My mind flashed across the faces of two people like a lantern. If there was a mother, there would be no turdan, and if there was a turdan, there would be no mother.

My heart was palpitating. From Xun Lu Xiang to the old painting, all I wanted to do was to escape everything about turdan. Leaving him left my misfortune. I never wanted to kill him. I must have been moved by the beauty of being together. I still had a sweet memory for him. Although there were too many false memories in this memory, it passed through, Always stay in my heart, always remember his beauty, and fade away the cruelty of hindsight.

My heart is always so weak that I always have to solve everything in an evasive way.

But now I can't. I can only kill him for my mother.

Then read the first word of each line of the letter one by one. The first word of the last four lines on the second page are: period, limit, three, month and month.

Five words have limited my time.

In three months, the ninth lady asked me to kill turdan.

Wait for an opportunity. Even if I kill him, can I live again? Mrs. nine is so cruel. She wants to exchange my life for that of turdan. My mother doesn't know anything. She just wants to pray for Buddha.

As a Bodhisattva, the ninth lady also calculated that her heart was like a snake and scorpion. Her heart was so vicious.

I analyzed my current situation. People still called me princess as before, and turdan was only poisoned, so he didn't come to see me or ask me to go to his yurt. Then everything between me and him seems to be changing and full of vitality.

He doesn't want me to know everything about him, so even if I know, I pretend I don't know. The escape is regarded as never happened. I won't mention it again if he doesn't say it. When he's not wary, the killing opportunity has come.

Find a chance. I'm going to see him.

For more than half a month, I haven't seen him for such a long time. Suddenly, I want to see turdan who can't move in bed. In that way, I haven't seen him. Even on the day he was injured, he just tilted behind me.

Thinking of these in my heart, I felt that I had died for my mother and became strong again.

All night, I painted the old painting, looked at the woman who was very similar to myself in the painting, and unconsciously stroked her gently wrinkled eyebrows. The eyebrows were full of light sorrow. She got turdan's most true love, but wasn't she happy? That's the dream of all women in baruchi.

Is she still alive? Why don't you say she's still lying in the same room? Where is she? She must not be dead.

How could she be so similar to me? Fortune makes people. I gave birth to a pair of skin bags by mistake, and I gave birth to her appearance by mistake. Therefore, the genius was determined to give me this suffering and ruin my happiness in life.

A woman's greatest fear is to marry the wrong lover, and I do marry the wrong man who has not loved me.

Stick to the pen, dip it in ink, and let a room be filled with its smell. The pen is like painting her in the painting and my cloud Qi'er.

In fact, she and I are no different in the painting. Now my sorrow is a little more than her.

Poor her, poor don't. one can't see his child and one can't see his mother. The cruelest thing in the world is separation of flesh and blood.

I know, because I often miss my mother.

The more painful the feeling of being close but not seeing each other.

She must be as like as two peas. She must be alive, and in the life of turdan, somewhere I don't know, I want to see her and meet this woman who looks exactly like me.

If I kill turdan, will she hate me?

Yes, turdan must be her favorite. Thinking of this, I suddenly jumped at the edge of my heart for no reason. The road ahead seemed dangerous, and I could only drink blood on the tip of the knife and drink that crazy pain alone.

All night, I didn't sleep. The candles burned out one by one. The drops of wax tears seemed to tell a distant story, but with me, it was a sad song.

When the three paintings were in front of me, my tears had dried up. I gently looked at the dim light outside the window. The day was about to dawn. At the moment when the light suddenly appeared, I held my knees and looked at the moment when the sun first rose. The vast light dyed the earth Golden

That morning, I slept in the sunshine in the room. It was the only good sleep I didn't dream after I returned to Luoxuan Pavilion.

When she woke up, Xueer seemed to be running around under the warm Kang. I didn't sleep until dawn. How could this little thing know.

It's hungry. It must be. The maid has been used to my quiet. My eating and rest time has been in a mess.

I got up in a hurry, called the maid in and changed into a Tibetan green Mongolian dress I loved to wear before. I tied a belt embroidered with dragons and phoenixes around my waist. Looking at the haggard face in the mirror, I even didn't believe it was me. It turned out that decadence can make a person grow old and become a lifeless life.

Xueer was fed by the maid and lay down at my feet. She felt fluffy. It was good.

Curled up my hair, put on a hat of the same color and light makeup. I sighed in front of the mirror at the maid's wonderful rejuvenation, "what's your name?"

"Back to the princess, the maidservant's name is dudagura."

"Where did you work earlier?" for the first time, I began to care about my maid.

But dudagula seemed to be unaccustomed to pulling the corners of his clothes, lowering his head and saying in a small voice, "the maidservant was on duty in the sweat."

I smiled. It's no wonder that turdan changed his people to me to watch me. It's just that the maid admitted it without hesitation.

"You comb your hair well. It's a pity to follow the sweat. Follow me in the future."

"Yes, thank you, princess."

I looked at her face without joy or sorrow. I felt guilty. Yes, what's good to follow me? At the moment, I don't have any power. Life is the Lord under house arrest. Even when I go out, I have to be blocked by guards.

I couldn't help sighing: "it won't be like this. Don't worry. Follow me and I won't let you suffer." my plan can't be completed by myself. I have to find some help, and the person who dudagula looks at his work is the type I like.

"Princess, as long as slaves and maidservants can serve the princess, it is a blessing for slaves and maidservants. The princess never beats or scolds slaves and maidservants. This is a good master that the whole baruchi can no longer find."

"Really?" I don't know I'm still a good master. These days, I've never cared about them. Even my name has just been known, but she knows my good.

"It's true, princess." she's not afraid. She can say whatever she wants. She's a very simple woman.

"Help me find some orange cloth. Do you know if this Balu thorn has cloth of this color?"

Dudagula politely said, "yes, yes, I saw it in sister tanaren's room the other day. I'll help the princess get it." she turned and left.

"Where is tanaren now?" after thinking for a long time, I finally asked. To tell the truth, I didn't hate or complain about her. She was from turdan. It was natural for her to work for him. I just want to know if she's doing well now.

"I don't know where my sister has gone. I haven't seen her for a long time."

"Oh."

Holding Xueer, my mind turns a hundred times. At the moment, I seem to return to the world again.

My mother's life is in my hands. Whether I kill turdan or not depends on my mother's situation. I want to cheer up. I can't let myself live and dream anymore.

Dudagula brought the cloth. I don't know what the cloth was used for, but since it's in my Luoxuan Pavilion, it's under my control.

Cut the cloth into more than 20 pieces. I tied up small lanterns one by one, made a centipede's head, connected these small lanterns, and suddenly a beautiful centipede kite was done. Don't give this to anyone. He must like it better.

Do what you promise others. I'll give him his paintings and my centipede kite when I see them in the evening. Commitment is the most important thing for a child.

This winter is not a good time to fly kites. When the spring flowers bloom and everything on the grassland recovers, if I was still alive and could breathe the air on the grassland at that time, I would make many kites and fly them in the sky. It was beautiful at that time.

"Princess, the little prince is coming."

I smiled and finally fulfilled my promise before he came. I dragged the just made centipede to the door. The long tail of the centipede drew a long trace in the snow, like a misty landscape painting, quiet and elegant. In my arms is the old picture and two new ones.

Go to the door and don't stand there waiting to get the kite I promised him. Looking at his thirsty eyes standing at the door, I smiled. Child, I don't need to be on guard.

But it was this child who let me know everything.