Adore Trick of Beauty

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Feng shuddered, almost at the same time, he resolutely retorted: "No!"

In the arms, Nie Wushuang closed his eyes gently, tears rolled down and stroked across the beautiful face as white as snow, feeling his tight hug, no longer letting go.

"Let me go, Feng Ye," she whispered, "you know ..."

Before she finished, she felt his trembling: "Wushuang, I don't know, I don't want to know. I don't want to know who you have benefited from this step, I don't want to know, you and him What kind of entanglement it is. I only know that you are my unparalleled. "

Something fell, dripping on her face, bit by bit making her heart more desolate.

He cried? She wanted to look up, but was pressed tightly in his heart, he did not want her to see his sadness and loneliness.

"Wushuang, if you are gone, who else will you watch the world with, and the high Yinfeng Terrace has not yet been built for you, and the mountains and rivers of this prosperous period have not yet been settled. If you leave, what should you do? child……"

His trembling hands touched her eyes and hugged her tightly. He has always been so high, and only at this moment did she really understand his fragility and his high altitude ...

As if feeling the sorrow of his mother, Nie Wushuang only felt that in the originally quiet belly, the fetus kicked, Xiao Feng shuddered suddenly, and retracted his hand.

Nie Wushuang burst into tears and she held his hand close to her: "Child, this is your child ..."

His hands were cautious, and he did not seem to dare to force. He looked at Nie Wushuang in surprise and joy. The two were in tears, facing each other. This is their child, a child who has gone through all the difficulties and ups and downs.

It was his sin and regret, it was her suffering and tears. The child bleeds his blood and connects her soul.

"He's moving, he's ... really moving, here ..." Xiao Fengying Junya calmly revealed the innocence of a father for the first time, even incoherent.

Nie Wushuang smiled and wept, and nodded, "Yes, he's moving. But many times, he's very good ..."

Under the candlelight, his smile burst out, and then he rejoiced sincerely. She stunned, and looked at him in silence.

"Wushuang, you don't go." Xiao Fengxuan clenched her hand and brushed firmly in her deep eyes: "Don't go. I forgive his sin, you don't go."

Nie Wushuang trembled. She looked at him in disbelief, pardoning Xiao Fengqing? This is simply the last thing he could do. Brother can forgive his brother for doing something wrong, but how can the emperor tolerate betrayal?

After she was shocked, she slowly shook her head and smiled, "No, he won't accept it. He's so proud."

Xiao Fengxi calmed down, and the dim firewood of the red clay furnace occasionally sizzled. It was as if they were uncertain.

"You're right, he won't accept it." Xiao Feng's eyebrows were clear in his eyebrows. "He's been such a stubborn child since he was a kid. He is out of step with everyone. He is so proud that no one can stop him To do. "

Nie Wushuang closed his eyes darkly: "So, I'm leaving."

Her voice was as light as the wind, watching the dark night outside, breaking through the imaginary darkness. She seemed to be able to see Qi Di, thousands of miles away. He was in silver armor and bloodthirsty.

He said, "Wushuang, I can't let you be sad or disappointed, nor can I lose you ..."

With a pain in her heart, she pushed his hand away and repeated: "I'm leaving. This river returns to you. This child ..."

"Here you are." She was weak and spit out the last two words.

Xiao Fengzheng looked at her, "No longer coming back?"

His eyes were surging with grief and deep anger: "You know he will lose ..."

"I know." Nie Wushuang eased his breath and looked at him sadly: "But he is for me. Feng Ye, if I betrayed him again, how could such a Nie Wushuang be worth your love?" This Yingjing will give you, this Yingguo, give you, and you will let me accompany him to the last step. "

She smiled suddenly: "He said, he was born, I was born, he died, and I died. For me, he took the country he shouldn't want, and carried the stigma of eternal life."

"I don't allow it!" Xiao Fengxuan looked at her, looking away: "There is no room for discussion about this matter. You stay by your side, and He pardons him. He will never see you again with you."

Nie Wushuang was speechless. She looked at his back and stopped speaking. There was a night wind blowing off the tent. The tears on his face dried up.

Xiao Fengyi looked at the cold tea in the cup and reached out to change it.

She had quietly brought the teapot, which was still warm, and filled him with a cup of tea. Under the candlelight, her glory of the city seemed to be blurred.

"Okay, I won't go. You pardon him. I surrender my military power." She looked up and looked at Xiao Fengyi.

Xiao Fengxuan's ecstasy rushed into his heart, like suddenly seeing the bright starlight. He shook her hand, his face looked soft and soft like spring water: "Okay."

Nie Wushuang looked at him and smiled slightly.

...

Back to Shengzhou City, it was three days after it was over, and Nie Wushuang lifted the car curtain and watched the guards who escorted her silently in the road when they came.

With a long sigh in her heart, she buried her face in the warm cloak. The cloak also carried a slight familiar atmosphere on him. Farewell to Yiyi, send Jun Sanli, he just returned.

The stars and moons in the sky have long since disappeared, and the air is a little bit colder. The Quzhou city near Qin will also enter the cold winter. She was dreamy. Suddenly a soldier ran far away, hurried forward, stopped the sedan chair, and knelt down, "Mother-in-law, Gu Xiang ... Gu Xiang him ..."

"What happened to him?" Nie Wushuang froze.

"Gu Xiang ... He said that when the mother-in-law came back, she would give the mother-in-law this baggage!" The soldier handed a green cloth baggage.

Nie Wushuang hurriedly opened, one side printed, a thin letter. Suddenly she understood something, and it was in her heart.

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I was very touched after reading the message. Writing is not a kind of mass production. Sometimes I find it difficult to write. Especially in the chapters of the long-awaited reunion, I was careful and careful. I wanted to write a different encounter, but my writing power was limited, so I got stuck and got stuck.

Thank you for your understanding, I will update 4,000 today, and wait for this paragraph to pass, it is time for the real finale.

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