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There was a lot of blood on his arm, and the smell of blood suddenly hit his nostrils in the bed tent. Nie Wushuang looked at the dull expression on his face and couldn't help but shrink back.

"No...I...I..." The determination and cruelty at the moment when he swung the knife disappeared completely at this moment. She stammered in denial.

"No?" Xiao Fengqing slowly approached, ignoring the bleeding arm, grabbed her arm, and sneered: "What is that? Is it a meeting gift? Are you holding the knife to guard your ridiculous chastity? Wait Do you want him to come back and continue to love you until you grow old?"

Nie Wushuang was stabbed to death by his merciless words. Deep despair surged in my heart, yes, I can't go back, I can't even go back...

On that night when she left the palace privately, how could someone as smart as Xiao Fengming not understand that she had something personal and old with him.

How could he not understand whose help she got to this point?

How could he not understand that this country still hides the most dangerous cancer - the powerful King Rui, and she, Nie Wushuang, may eventually become the second Queen Xu, the second Queen Mother Gao... Feng...

He had always loved only the weak and helpless Nie Wushuang, who fled thousands of miles to Yingguo. She may be aloof, aloof, and out of touch with the world, but she will never be a powerful, capable and scheming woman!

She could share wealth and adversity with him, but she could never interfere with his country.

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She stared blankly at Xiao Fengqing in front of her. The moonlight outside the window was so bright, illuminating everything on the bed clearly. His dull eyes were so similar to hers, desperate, helpless, fragile, and panic...

She touched his injury tremblingly, tears rolling down her face. She and he were always like this, walking like hedgehogs along the way, hurting her and hurting him.

"I'm sorry..." she said tremblingly: "Don't force me...you clearly know...I will hurt you."

She took the handkerchief to cover his injury, and her hand was suddenly held by him. The greasy blood was still in her hand, and the warmth of the blood gave people an illusion, as if she and his hand were inseparable from now on. Such a fusion of flesh and blood.

She looked at him steadily.

Xiao Fengqing also looked at her, and after a while she said coldly: "Bandage this king."

After hearing this, Nie Wushuang wiped away his tears, whispered to the palace maid to raise the tent, held a candle, brought water and wound medicine, changed his clothes with her own hands, and scrubbed his wounds.

The entire inner hall was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. The maids and chamberlains looked at their noses and their noses, not daring to take another look or say another word.

One was the imprisoned queen, the other was the rebel King Rui, and the bloody wounds and the strange atmosphere between the two made them dare not speculate.

Xiao Fengqing changed out of her blood-stained coat and wore only a snow-white single coat. He only looked at the jumping turbid fire, his face was like jade, and a red wine smudge like rouge was smeared on the corners of his eyebrows, softening the color of his face. It's cold and cold, with a bit more heart-stopping charm.

Nie Wushuang bandaged his wounds, looked at his lost expression, and waved away the palace attendants.

There was silence in the inner hall, the long night was still long, the bright moon hung high, and the entire palace returned to its original silence. For a long time, he turned back and looked at Nie Wushuang, who was also sitting under the candlelight. She was wearing a snow-colored long dress, with its long hem hanging to the floor. After so many years, she was just as charming and charming as when he first saw her. The only difference is that the proud bone in his weak body has gradually been tortured by the misery of these past few days.

He refused to release his military power and decided to rebel. I'm afraid she was more sad.

"Do you really still love him?" he asked slowly.

Nie Wushuang was startled and shook his head sadly: "He will not forgive me, just like he will not forgive you."

It's not about loving or not loving, it's about not being able to love or not being able to love.

Cold anger flashed across Xiao Fengqing's deep eyes. She still loved him, that aloof and deified man! He wanted to get angry, but looking at the injury on his arm, he unexpectedly didn't mock her ridiculous weakness coldly.

"This road is already like this. If you take a step back, you will die without a burial. You can only continue to move forward." He said coldly: "This emperor has been like this since ancient times. Father and son kill each other, and brothers kill each other. This is forever. It can’t be changed.”

"But... you obviously don't have to take this road." Nie Wushuang looked at him, with a complicated expression in her beautiful eyes.

Xiao Fengqing sneered coldly, but did not refute.

He stood up and said calmly: "It's night, I'm going to sleep." This useless conversation ended.

After he said that, he lay on the bed. Nie Wushuang looked at him, feeling tight in his heart. He looked sideways at her and sneered: "You're just going to sit like this until dawn? Come up!"

Nie Wushuang felt all the blood rushing to his face and stepped back with a swipe. She stood up suddenly: "You...how could you do this?"

Xiao Fengqing raised her beautiful long eyebrows, and her deep amber eyes were filled with mockery. As if laughing at her ridiculous pedantry again.

"Come up, I'm tired. I won't touch you." Seeing the mixture of shame and anger on Nie Wushuang's face, he added.

Nie Wushuang looked at the wound on his arm that was still bleeding, and said coldly: "A gentleman's words are hard to follow. You must not touch me in the future!"

Xiao Fengqing just looked at her with a half-smile. Nie Wushuang felt uncomfortable looking at him, and lay down next to him with a cold expression. The warmth came, and he had hugged her. The slight smell of alcohol hit her ears, tickling her, and the fragrance of Du Ruo on him lingered in her nose.

"You don't have to be like this, we are the only ones in this palace

Two people..." He whispered in her ear.

Nie Wushuang didn't dare to move, thinking he would say something else, but when she turned her head, he actually fell asleep. His sleeping face softened his usual unruly look. With the candlelight in the palace, she turned her head and looked at the people close at hand. She has never looked at him so seriously in so many years.

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