At that time, she could never have imagined that she would walk on such a road with Yan Jiuming. was killed by his own hands, and the blood stained the cold palace. never dared to think that this man she loved so much would be such a cold-blooded demon, and he didn't even let go of his own children, let alone her and her parents and brothers.
The blood of so many people created that tragedy, and now that the people are no longer in place, Yan Jiuming can still hold her hand here as if nothing happened, just like before.
It's just that Yan Jiuming has changed people.
He didn't know that he was holding Qin Xuanji, and he also knew that he was holding someone else, but he didn't feel uncomfortable at all.
The emperor's love is really like a shadow in a cup, ethereal.
Chongmen Huan didn't know what he was doing, why did his attitude change so much all of a sudden?
Stimulated by Nalan Xin's matter?
No matter how she looks at it, Yan Jiuming can use love as a bargaining chip to stabilize her country, and she still knows how deep his feelings are for Nalan.
There is no affection, where does the blow come from?
I'm afraid, Yan Jiuming is still glad that although the green hat on his head is a little green, this female hat has allowed him to get rid of the powerful Nalan family.
In this way, the military power of the northern Xinjiang can be taken back to oneself.
It's a good thing.
She let him take her hand, and slowly walked towards Changhuan Palace, the wind and dew were heavy at night, and it was quiet all around, and she couldn't hear Yan Jiuming say a word again.
Only the occasional chirping of insects came into your ears.
It can even make the night of this weird harem get some magical tranquility.
In Changhuan Palace, the purple clothes and green clothes were guarding the door, and they were a little stunned when they saw Yan Jiuming and Chongmen Huan coming back together, but they immediately came back to their senses and went to prepare for bedtime.
The most embarrassing thing is still the joy of the heavy door.
As soon as she entered her dormitory, she sat down on the beauty couch, picked up the book she usually read and looked at it carefully, and seemed to be very interested in it.
Chongmen Huan glanced at the past, it was a civil engineering book that she used to pass the time when she was idle and boring, and it really didn't play a role in life.
However, this kind of book can be of great benefit to those who practice the art of Qiankun Yishu.
Yan Jiuming stared at the book, but Chongmen Huan looked over and found that he hadn't turned the pages for a long time, as if he was reading a book, in fact, the soul didn't know where it had gone.
Leave an empty shell to sit there.
In the bright lights, Yan Jiuming seemed to murmur after a long time: "She used to love these books very much!"
” Chongmen was stunned for a moment, and he could probably guess who she was that Yan Jiuming said.
For people who like this kind of boring books, there are already a minority, let alone a woman.
In the past, when she was with Yan Jiuming, she liked to study these techniques, and she had read a lot of such books, and in Yan Jiuming's impression, it was still very profound.
It's just that the man is no longer there, and there are many things in his mind, but they are still very strong.
This feeling is the most torturous!
Chongmen Huan didn't speak, just drank tea quietly, and suddenly heard Yan Jiuming talking to her: "You come and accompany me to play a game of chess!"
” After a long night, this man actually asked her to play chess with him!
I don't mention the matter of the bedtime.
Shigemen Huan was happy and accompanied him to start a game of chess.