Chapter 143 Don't

It was night. When Murong Haoxuan's bedtime order came again, Thirteen Niang sighed helplessly. Is there nothing he could do as the king of a country? Now that the war ahead is so tight, how could he come here?

Is he here for Chu Jiangping?

Thinking of Chu Jiangping, she can't help it. Although she has cut her robe and broken her righteousness, she still can't help worrying about him. Without him, she would be just a dead person now.

I had no choice but to pass on my clothes and tidy up the soldiers who came to inform me and went to Murong Haoxuan's camp.

Seeing her dress, the soldier was obviously stunned, but when he thought of the identity of this woman, no matter what she is now, after all, she was the queen at the beginning, and no one could imagine the holy intention. In case she gets favored again one day, it would not be miserable at that time. This is also the reason why she is more comfortable these days. Thinking of this, he didn't dare to say more and took her to Murong Haoxuan's camp.

She was curious about how he came here again, and she had never seen Haoyu since he came. There must have been an exchange between them, but why did he come here all the way here?

Entering the camp, Murong Haoxuan did not notice it, but sat in front of the case and read the military book. Under the candlelight, he was as domineering as before. At this moment, under the dance of the candlelight, he added a little softness and shook her head slightly. Thirteen Niang took off her clothes and went to bed to sleep.

In a faint time, I seemed to hear his sneer. She smiled slightly in her sleep, shouldn't she be sarcastic? Because she took off her clothes and waited for his arrival. What about it! Her life has been separated from self-esteem, so there is no need for shame.

Murong Haoxuan looked at her sleeping appearance and couldn't help smiling, but his eyes were cold at the next moment and picked her up from **. Holding her back with his hand, their lips were close enough to touch each other: "Are you still sleeping? I asked you to come to bed, not to let you sleep. With an ambiguous smile, Murong Haoxuan was waiting to cover her lips.

Looking at his lips getting closer and closer, Thirteen Niang quickly said, "What? Your Majesty, are you so hungry that you can't eat at all?

"Hmm! I'm really hungry, otherwise how can your prostitute get into my eyes? After saying that, her lips had ruthlessly covered her, and it was her retreat and dodge; on the other hand, it was his follow and fierce attack several times.

Finally, when her lilac was caught by him, it was rough and wildly plundered.

Before she recovered, his body had suppressed all her struggles and sprayed hot breath, slowly burning in her collarbone.

The thirteenth mother felt her body trembling. She was afraid of becoming a real prostitute and that her body would be greedy for such a smell.

Until she found that her hands gently wrapped around his rhythmic waist, a tear finally flowed out. Slowly slipped down the pillow, a piece of confusion, stained with the ambiguity on the pillow, and disappeared in an instant. After all, she still loves him, otherwise she can't help agreeing to his movements.

He finally succeeded in becoming a prostitute, and finally cruelly deprived her of all her dignity, gave up following his footsteps, and made a voice of shame.

"The emperor came here for Chu Jiangping?" Because she saw his infatuated expression, she asked him tentatively.

He looked at her with hatred, but she still cared about him. What's the extent between them? Does Chu Jiangping want her body? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but be jealous, and his gentle movements were a little more rude and more domineering.

"No." He came here for her. Will she believe it? Last time in order to escape, she exposed her body to Chu Jiangping, and now she exposed her body to so many people for Chu Jiangping's escape. Who does she think she is?

When his body entered, it was not as rough as yesterday, but more gentle and domineering lips, gently biting her up and refusing her to ignore her existence.

The blurred eyes saw the desire and fiery of his face, or because of the drowsiness, or because of the candlelight, she actually felt a trace of his pity and the tenderness in her body.

Slowly and confused, she was drunk in the dream she had woven; gradually, the messy she accepted all his enthusiasm and bloomed into a delicate flower in her beautiful dream.

The night gradually deepened, the moon, bright hanging in the night sky, sparse stars, bitterly blinking eyes, sad the supposedly romantic night sky, and a silent mourning.

When Murong Haoxuan woke up in the morning and saw her tired face in the couch, he wanted to wake up her hand, but he stroked it gently. When he came to the red blood stasis he had branded, a trace of guilt flashed in his heart.

No matter what, he always loves this woman. No matter how rude he treated her, she always lived in his heart and never left.

Opening her eyes, Thirteen Niang saw Murong Haoxuan with a blank face and the tenderness in his eyes. She thought, she must be dazzled and misread. How can there be tenderness between them now? Seeing the palm of his body, his body dodged away, so he had already stayed, casually picked up one of his clothes and was about to put it on.

"Who let you wear my clothes?" Looking at her angrily, this dress was still made for him by the fairy, and every stitch and thread was filled with the affection of the fairy. If they didn't have the five-year gap, maybe they wouldn't have such a deep relationship between him and the fairy. Before he met her, he had always hoped that his first child was born to a fairy. So even if he saw the letter brought back by Thirteen Niang, he still didn't believe it.

Seeing the anger in his eyes and seeing that his eyes had never left the robe, she could only let go. Thinking of the clothes she changed last night, she picked it up and put it on seriously, but accidentally slipped out a small bottle. Then she remembered what Chunhe said. Without saying a word, she picked up the small bottle, poured out some powder, and put it under the tea on the table.

She no longer loves him and there is no need to give birth to his child. Moreover, now, he may not like the child he gave birth to.

When she did all this, Murong Haoxuan saw it in her eyes: "What are you doing?" The slightly angry eyes vaguely guessed something.

Gently close the bottle cap: "The medicine that leaves no harm." As soon as he finished speaking, he saw his figure flashing in front of him.

Holding her hand tightly, the slight fire has spread into a blazing fire: "Don't you want to have children for me?" The cold voice, the hesitation of the cold ice in winter, was so cold that it made people tremble.

He looked up at him and looked back: "Does the emperor want it?" After a pause, Thirteen Niang added softly, "A prostitute gave birth to a child for you."

"You..." pushed her away fiercely and looked at her angrily. He was really a little impulsive: "Naturally, I won't let you have my children? I don't care about it. There are many people who want to have children for me. Therefore, I have never had any hope for your child.

He is just unwilling. After all, no prostitute will not want his child, and he just doesn't want to see people who sing the opposite tune.

gave her a cold look: "How dare you fight against me?"

"I dare not!" A gentle blessed body, with respect and humility. Her heart has now been broken. It turned out that he had never wanted to have him and her children. It turned out that from the beginning, the person he liked was just the thirteen women with a veil, not Shangguan Wanqing. It's not Shangguan Wanqing. But at the beginning, why did he make such a vow under the peach tree, giving himself such a heavy hope and crushing it?

A sad person is always the object of being sacrificed by others. The thirteenth mother took a deep breath and stretched out delicately: "Please give the silver liang that served last night to the maidservant. After all, the maidservant depends on this to survive." Unexpectedly, she needed her dignity, so she threw it away.

But she forgot, what else does she have besides dignity? A hedgehog, which was abruptly pulled out of its body, can it still live?

And how long can Thirteen Niang, her life last?

Father, mother, and the child are really tired. It seems that they are taking a break, even if it's a moment of leisure. I don't want to be like this anymore. I'm really tired.

Murong Haoxuan's deep eyes looked at her. After a long time, he threw down an ingot of gold: "Don't worry, you are indispensable. You can give more than others."

A large ingot of gold hit her toes and hurt: "As the emperor, it's not much." She couldn't help sighing that she could be so cheap, and she really had the capital to be a prostitute! One bent down and picked it up: "Thank you, Your Majesty." Then she turned around and walked to the door of the camp.

"Hang, since you like to let others see your body so much, just walk out of here." Murong Haoxuan thought of her twice, and his heart was uncontrollably painful. Does she know that her body can only be left to him, and no one else can see it at once except him.

Between you and me, it is really hopeless. Thinking so, Thirteen Niang took off the clothes she had just put on and walked to the outside of the tent with a blank face.

When you don't care, you can't feel how painful it is.