Chapter 95 Old Man

Beiqiu Yin waved his hand and let the palace people behind him retreat. The little maid standing behind Yu Meiren did not dare to hesitate. She looked at her master and quickly retreated.

"Are you still blaming me, or won't forgive me?"

Beiqiu Yin seemed to sigh and condensed the woman's face, as if that expression would never change again.

"You are the emperor. How can you do something wrong? It's always me that's wrong. The person I like has never been an emperor."

Yu Meiren smiled at the eyes, and could not hear a trace of complaint, no pain, or even a trace of nostalgia, calm like a dead lake.

Has she really given up on him? After all, she has no such strong feelings for him as before.

Impossible, he didn't believe it, so he stretched out his hand and shook the woman's wrist. The eager expectation in his eyes made her look at him feel unbearable.

"Beauty, I swear that I will give you a lifetime of love and will never let anyone hurt you. Even the queen can't do anything to you."

Doting, Yu Meiren swallowed her saliva with a smile, and her throat felt dry, but her eyes were open, looking at the anxious and urgent in the man's eyes, and then slowly smiled.

"It's late. From the first time I saw you, I didn't want your favor. I was surprised that there was such a man as light as the spring breeze, as what I once lost and never had. I think if I can get you, I can become the happiest woman in the world. I have always been troubled by the obsession in my heart. What I choose is not to give up, follow you, and even change your little tenderness for you, but I was wrong. I can never change you. The only thing that has changed is myself.

"You look at me so deeply now. If I were a former beauty, I'm afraid I would have been in full bloom, but now, I know that you have been deeply loved another woman. When you look at me, the more attached your face is, the more my heart is like a knife cut. It's not that I can't forgive you, I can't accept it. Such a relationship.

After saying that, Yu Mei tried to break the other party's hand from her wrist, but was firmly held by the other party and even held it tighter.

"If I forget her and fall in love with you, will you change your mind?"

Beiqiu Yin's eyes were persistent and burning, and her wrist was almost broken by him.

She held back, full of bitterness, and still smiled: "No if, ask yourself, can you forget her?"

No if, she told herself in the bottom of her heart at the same time that in her 30 years, nearly 18 years in this life, the road she had walked was close to a half a hundred old man. She was angry, she complained, she was angry, and she was stupid could not change the fact that she was just a stand-in, not to mention from the mouth of that man, she had never heard it from him. Only half a word is related to love, which can be regarded as emotional deception. He regarded her as a stand-in for his beloved woman, and she was not willing to be used by him.

Yu Meiren is not a fool. She traveled through time and traveled to an era ruled by emperors. As an emperor, she could have a group of wives and concubines. How can she blame him? If she received different education, she regarded it as respecting the culture of other countries. She could not obey and let go.

She looked at the persistence in his eyes. Suddenly, she didn't want to force him anymore. She was tired, but begged not to be tortured again and again.

"The reason why I can't hate you is that I have special feelings for you. On the other hand, there is an infatuated man like you in the world. If you can't be so infatuated all the time, if you are so easy to empathize and fall in love with another woman, then what else do you deserve to like? I buried the person I like in the bottom of my heart, and you, I forgot.

"Impossible, impossible."

Beiqiu Yin suddenly felt a little impatient. He reached around her body, pressed his palm on the back of her head, and then bent down to kiss her lips.

Some domineering strength, different from the previous tenderness, Yu Meiren was scared for a moment and had to reach out to push the other party's chest if she didn't think about it.

The empty power in Dantian was just a woman's weak resistance after all, and the man in front of her actually forgot that he was still a man with strong martial arts, a man with strong martial arts, but let a woman hold a sword in her hand and guard it for nine years.

It was very painful, mixed with hot friction between her lips. She struggled and forgot the pain in her hands.

But the more she struggled, the more she squeezed her lips, breaking through all her tight lines of defenses, **, just like this, her struggle, his plunder, resisted lingering.

It was very astringent and astringent. In the struggle, the tip of her tongue and the salty smell were worn out. She remembered the strong kiss of Nangong Fu that day, the same domineering and the same desperate, but at that time, even if she resisted, she had never been so painful, almost desperate.

Why? She used to long for him to be domineering, jealous, and desperate to do something to her, but why? Now she just wants to push him away and keep pushing him away, and she is reluctant to give up.

She couldn't bear to part with this painful lingering, almost tearing and crushing the beating soul in her chest.

Tears, only one drop, quickly fell, dripping down the man's eyebrows, a little crystal, instantly burning the soul that was ignited by **, as if he saw the despair of the woman under the peach tree that year, but he did not even have the courage to save her.

What he owes her is more than a world, and now, a strong sense of betrayal is full of his chest and spreads endlessly.

His eyes suddenly opened, as if he had just woken up and had a nightmare, a nightmare of premature death. The woman's face and the woman's face in front of her kept overlapping.

Jiulang, when you become the master of the world, I will definitely wash all the lead and add fragrance to the red sleeves.

Jiulang, wait for you...

Jiulang......

The voice echoed in her ears over and over again, with a light smile, a clear smile and full of resentment. She looked at him as if it were in front of her.

He was afraid, as if he had been shaken by something. Beiqiu Yin suddenly pushed away the woman in his arms, looked at the slender figure, and fell two steps back, as if he couldn't bear to take a step, but there was only one step.

As soon as that step fell to the ground, he was suddenly shocked by something, and then stepped back two steps, as if he had bumped into a ghost, and turned around and strode away.

Yu Meiren stood up, then touched her lips with her fingers, looked at the bright yellow in the distance, and walked farther and farther.

How real it is, just like a dream. The earthworm just kissed her, and she no longer has to have a spring dream and feel that almost crazy joy.

Really, he still couldn't match her rumored unparalleled face. Because of that face, he chose her as his pawn to achieve the world. Because of that face, he did not hesitate to give her warmth and let her be the stand-in for that woman. It was also because of that face that he would even have a kiss and be so depressed. Appearance.

I just thought of that person, so I can't pretend anymore. After all, she and that person don't look like that person.

The peach is so beautiful that it is so beautiful that it falls, covered with the fragrance of dust on the ground, which is eye-catching.

And she never even plays a stand-in.

Why did you tell her that he really wanted to, why he still glued the painting intact, and why he didn't protect the painting?

Maybe he will never know that she would rather be deceived by him forever, buried in the drum forever, forever...

Jiangshan pillow, sleeping with the king, this was her only wish, a double in her life. She devoted herself to the world for him and achieved his imperial hegemony, and he allowed her to wear a phoenix crown, side by side with him, and be white-headed for a lifetime.

She wanted to tell him that she was not the peach blossom fairy that he would never forget. She was just a precocious hibissus, willing to open it for you, but until today, she found that all this was just a mirage.

The embroidered hibiscus on the pillow of the country has finally become a gorgeous dream.

Her feet seemed to be unstable, staggering forward. There was some chrome in the soles of her feet, and there was a slight pain. She lowered her head, but she didn't know where the newly extracted new vine grew well and was broken.

Touching the scene, it turned out that it was like this. Beauty leaned over, picked up the new vine, and held it in the palm of her hand, as if she had been abandoned and felt sorry for each other.

She held it tightly, but she didn't know that the new vine grew a lot of small thorns, which plunged into the skin and flesh in an instant, silently, leaving only a small pain. Then her heart, as if she had just reacted, "kake" and broke it in half.

She looked at it with dementia until someone approached her and whispered, "Sister, it's you."

Yu Meiren raised her head, and her eyes were a little blurred. She could vaguely see the other party's appearance. She was familiar, but far away. After a long time, she recognized that it was Lan'er, the second daughter of Lan Ko, the servant of the Ministry of Ceremonies, the little maid of honor with only one side.

"Sister, why are you crying?"

It still looks so naive. Just like when she first saw her, the little girl took out a handkerchief from her sleeve and handed it to her.

The light pink silk handkerchief, embroidered with an elegant orchid grass and a girl's unique fragrance, Yu beauty reached out and took it.

"I'm fine. I just remembered some sad things and indulged myself."

The silk handkerchief touched by her finger left a few red marks. The little maid of honor immediately grabbed her hand and twisted her eyebrows together anxiously: "It hurts."

"It doesn't matter."

It's just a trace of stab wounds, which is not worth mentioning at all.

Beauty Yu instinctively wanted to pull back her hand, but was held by the other party. The little maid's stubborn expression, as if she had the original, had some children's nature: "No, it hurts. You must take medicine."

After saying that, the little maid didn't care about any etiquette and palace rules, and pulled her to one side.