Cold Palace’s Abandoned Consort

He really doesn't remember ...

Like me at the beginning, I have forgotten everything about the past.

Everything, all memories, me and his past, he all forgot.

Is it because he was injured in the fire, so that he lost his memory?

I looked at the face that was clearly familiar and strange, and for a while there was nothing left, and I just looked at him so stupidly.

The wind was getting more and more shivering, blowing the brocade on my body up and down, hunting in the air, and also cooling my fingers, my cheeks, and even the thing that was still beating on my chest.

Liu Qinghan frowned and looked at me: "Madam?"

"..."

"lady!"

He made a louder call, let me slowly find my consciousness, but just shook my head when I looked up at him again.

It's cold.

It turned out that Gangnam in winter was so cold.

Just like the winter when it was icy and rainy, watching him break away from my arms, walking step by step, leaving my world step by step, it was so cold that I couldn't even breathe.

He left again.

The anger that ignited him before pretending that he was pretending to be alienated from me, was extinguished by the icy river at this moment, and at the same time the anger was quenched, my heart froze. My pale lips trembled a little, and there was too much to say in an instant, and too much mood to tell him, but when I opened my mouth, I couldn't say anything.

Light cold, light cold ...

What else can you say?

The corner of my mouth suddenly froze with a smile.

Seeing me laugh like this suddenly, he was a little overwhelmed: "Madam?"

"..."

"Ma'am, you haven't answered yet. Have we ever met each other? Madam, what is your relationship with you?"

"..."

"Mrs. please tell the truth, I did forget something."

"..."

"lady?"

Looking at him with some eager eyes, all my emotions were emptied at this moment before. I opened my mouth, only to find that the lips were almost dry, and I opened my mouth a little bitterly: "Master Liu."

He stared at me tightly.

The river was blowing, and the water was blowing constantly, like the human heart at this moment.

But he and I stood on the bridge and remained motionless.

His clothes were blown, and his shirt was blown on me constantly. He just brushed lightly, but seemed to be being beaten heavily. Every time, it almost knocked down my people and heart.

I would rather stay at this moment if I could.

Either heartbreak or pain, at least, I can still see me from his eyes.

...

After all, it is impossible.

I don't know how long, when I finally woke up from the icy dreams around me, I was awakened by the sound of footsteps behind me, but I couldn't help noticing the footsteps. Liu Qinghan also looked up and looked behind me. Slightly hesitant.

I opened my already chapped lips, opened it for a long time, and finally said dumbly, "No more."

"Ah?" He frowned.

I haven't responded yet. I have turned around and left without looking back.

I have to go, I can't stay by him anymore, even if I look at him again, even if I look at it again-I may not be able to bear it.

Only at this moment, I really walked very hard. Almost every step I took, the strength in my body was taken away a little bit, but when the sour heat flow in my heart surged up, I did n’t even have the strength to suppress it. The eyes were filled with scalding, which blurred everything in sight.

Just as I shuddered and could barely hold on to fall, a wide chest suddenly appeared in front of me and hugged me suddenly.

Tears, looming at this moment, fell in his arms.

I looked up and looked helplessly at the calm and gentle face. He had no sorrow or joy. He just looked at me so softly that he didn't even say a word.

At this moment, I finally couldn't bear it, tears burst into my arms.

He didn't speak, but just hugged me tightly, making me cling to his chest, and felt a strong heartbeat under that solid chest, with the breath above my head, blowing on my face, I finally did not Besides, he fell weakly in his arms, was held by him, and strode off the trestle.

The moment we left, I turned back for the last time.

At the other end of the bridge, Kusama, there seems to be a thin figure standing on the bridge, but when we slowly went away, it disappeared into the sparkling light of the river ...

.

Back to the inner courtyard, it seems that someone has already made arrangements and taken away the children. There is no one in the refined house, but the hot tea in the stove is ready, and Pei Yuanxiu kept holding me to the bed. Carefully put me back on the bed.

I leaned gently against the bed.

The tears were already dry, and there were tears on my cheeks. I don't know if I was embarrassed at this moment, but I saw him kneeling on the bed with one leg, holding one hand, and leaning over with the other, carefully Holding my mottled cheeks with tears, gently wipe the tears from the corners of my eyes with my thumb.

I lifted my eyes and looked at his gentle eyes. For some reason, another sorrow came up, almost making me cry again.

"Sorry……"

I have clearly agreed to him, and now my body and mind should be by his side, but still crying for another man, I am sorry for him.

Pei Yuanxiu didn't listen, but just moved his thumb to my lips, and gently stroked my lips, half a moment, and slowly said, "Don't say sorry."

"..."

But what else can I say?

Looking at my helpless eyes, he seemed to understand what I was thinking at this moment. Just when I was about to speak, I suddenly leaned over and squeezed my lips.

"...!"

I opened my eyes sharply before I could react, and all my breathing and sounds were swallowed up by him.

Just when I was involuntary to withdraw, the hand turned to pinch my chin and lifted it slightly, which made me fall more completely.

He didn't go deep, just rubbing my lips constantly, almost taking my breath, he didn't exert too much force, didn't even hurt me, but he could clearly feel his overbearing moment.

But perhaps, it is with this kind of hegemony that he wants to cut off something completely.

He said that he didn't care.

I do n’t know how long it has been with my lips / tongue / tangling / swapping. When he was almost taken away by his last breath and suffocated, he finally let go of me slowly and saw that my cheeks were pale and some wet lashes were drooping. Then, he sighed softly and got close again.

However, just when he was about to meet me, I saw him suddenly covering his chest and frowning: "唔 ——"

Seeing him like this, I hurriedly held his hand and asked him, "What's wrong with you ?!"

He didn't say anything, but his body was a bit unsupportable and seemed to be softened. Half of his body was pressed against my body, his forehead leaned into my shoulder socket, and I saw his face pale and sweaty on his forehead. Zhu, at this time suddenly remembered that his chest was still injured. Although it seems to be unharmed at present and he can move freely, he hugged me down the trestle, took the car back to the house and hugged me all the way back. In the courtyard, does such a fierce movement make the wound crack!

I hurriedly asked, "Is your wound cracked? I'll go to Yao Lao!"

I said, hurriedly pushed him out of bed, but he gently pinched me under him, and when I was shocked, I heard him say softly, "It's all right, it just hurts a bit."

"but--"

I wasn't relieved, but saw him slowly lie down and lie beside me. For a moment, I stared at him with my eyes wide open, and saw a faint smile on his pale face: "You stay with me I'll lie down for a while. "

"..."

"good or not?"

"..."

I was speechless.

In fact, after knowing his heart and agreeing to him, these things will happen sooner or later, but for now-it makes me a little uncomfortable to sleep with him. I looked at him hesitantly, and he smiled and looked up at me, without urging, but patted the bed gently.

I bit my lower lip and finally slowly lay down.

Lie on your back on the bed, seeing the curtains shaking slightly, as if those elegant embroidery will fall. I didn't look at him, but I could clearly feel that the corners of his eyes were bent, and the corners of his mouth were smirking softly.

Feeling comfortable, he leaned towards me again, his chin resting on my shoulder.

This time, the two people have been close.

I can even feel his breath blowing between my neck, making my skin tremble slightly, and his body temperature, ironing it up little by little, as if to dye every inch of my skin on him the taste of.

One hand crossed and caught me.

Although he was once kissed by him, even after the kiss, his breath was still left between his lips and teeth, but it was not as good as the shock he gave me at this moment. I even had an urge to get up and run away immediately, but That hand, a gentle and powerful embrace, cut off all my retreats.

Even the back view I had stared at countless times disappeared at the end of the trestle.

I have no escape route, and I can't escape my birth.

I didn't know he was holding him in this way, watching, after a long time, I slowly looked back, only to feel that the breathing in my ears was still uneven, so I asked gently, "Are you still in pain?"

"No more pain."

"..."

Actually, how could it not hurt to hold me back like this? I said softly, "I'm sorry."

He chuckled again as if: "I said, don't say sorry again."

"..."

"I want you to forget him!"

When these words sounded in my ears, they were low but dignified. I shuddered slightly and turned to look at him.

His eyes were still gentle, but in the gentleness, he could faintly see a few points of attachment that I already knew well, as if starting on the first day, no matter how many changes in the world, he still remained the same.

The hand that hugged me held me slightly and held me in his arms. I wonder if it was because of that hand or the eyes that almost choked me. After the roar of ears, I could only hear him sinking the sound of--

"I want you to forget him!"