Yan Jiuming trembled all over her in her words, and couldn't bear to turn her back to her, not saying a word, but no matter how she looked at that back, she felt unusually lonely.
The Queen Mother's heart suddenly became uncomfortable. was distressed, and his words became softer: "Ming'er, you are the lord of Nanqin, you shouldn't be so indecisive, her death was brought on by herself, you don't need to be burdened!"
” "I'm not a burden!"
The man answered, and his voice was already hoarse: "Queen Mother, I just feel very uncomfortable every time I think about it!"
” The emperor's sadness was silent, and he couldn't say anything about it, but this sadness didn't exist without saying it, but it became more and more intense as those nights grew.
When the Queen Mother stood there, listening to him mourn and say his very uncomfortable words, her heart felt like she had been stabbed, and she couldn't say a word.
Yan Jiuming would never tell her that he was uncomfortable.
This person, who has been strong since he was a child, has been tempered into a powerful man who can withstand the wind and rain in the midst of hardship, going back and forth in the bloody wind and rain, and never frowning in the shadow of the sword and sword.
But that heart can't be as hard as a stone.
How can she solve his sadness?
"......
Underworld" The Queen Mother called him, and he couldn't say anything, only feeling that his nose was a little stuffy and his eyes were a little sour.
In this world, the most difficult thing to break is really only one love word.
The candlelight in the hall flickered, the light of the sky came in through the window, and the figure of Chongmenhuan melted into the small flickering shadows, and he couldn't see it clearly, he was against the light, extremely powerful, but extremely sad.
In the end, all the sadness condensed into a sentence that he choked in his throat: "Mother, I miss her so much!"
” When I want to be alone, it is the most painful, the long nights, the endless insomnia, the endless pain of the heart, the beautiful and the ugly, for him, the same torture.
The beautiful can't stay, the ugly, so that he lost her.
In this world, I always like to play tricks on people.
The Queen Mother was really heartbroken at this moment, feeling sorry for the man in front of her, she always thought that Yan Jiuming, who stood on the throne of Southern Qin, was extremely powerful.
He doesn't have emotion, he doesn't need emotion, he doesn't feel pain, he doesn't feel pain.
In fact, she was wrong, his pain and his pain were all in his heart!
She felt that her eyes were a little hot, and her tears almost fell, so she had to persuade her softly: "Ming'er, Qin Xuanji is dead, Chongmenhuan is Chongmenhuan, not Qin Xuanji!"
” "In my heart, they are the same person!"
Yan Jiuming is stubborn and persistent, what a wise person he is, how could he not know that Chongmen Huan is Chongmen Huan, and Qin Xuanji is Qin Xuanji, but he would rather deceive himself, Chongmen Huan, or her Ah Qi.
"You ......"
The Queen Mother felt a pain in her heart, and sat down on the table, unable to say a complete sentence.
It is because of the similarity that Yan Jiuming has this obsession.
If Qin Xuanji is still alive now, then how crazy should he be?
The Queen Mother secretly rejoiced in her heart, fortunately, back then, how persistently she wanted to get rid of Qin Xuanji, in this way, Yan Jiuming's thoughts were broken.
The Queen Mother, who was sitting on the beauty couch, sighed long: "I always thought that you only hated her, but I didn't expect you to be so obsessed and unrepentant!"
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