Some people say that men only pay special attention to women's feelings in three situations. First, before going to bed, second, in bed, third, are trapped in love. In order to maintain their beautiful and graceful side, men usually deliberately adjust themselves to match the woman's style and feelings.

Therefore, when a man begins to value a series of software and hardware such as his appearance, temperament, demeanor, money, power, first impression, etc., when they want to change themselves for women, it means that they ignite the small universe of love.

Lou Ning is a man, of course he understands the world of men, but he doesn't understand their emperor, let alone their emperor's sincerity. He just thought silently, was their emperor moved by a woman?

Looking back, it is still the question. Could this woman be the Empress An?

Lou Ning thought for a few seconds, and being with the king is like a tiger. If he wants to answer this question, he must test Murong Wuhen's intentions in order to be targeted. This is also the experience he has summarized by Murong Wuhen's side.

"Your Majesty, the state has been troubled recently, so don't overdo the fun of the boudoir, otherwise it will have too much impact on your energy and it will not make you concentrate on your thinking." Lou Ning adopted a roundabout tactic of indirect attacks.

Murong Wuhen was a little amused and crying. He rubbed his forehead, "Guard Lou, do you think I am not mentally ill even if I am too eager to do it?! I am serious, and I am not joking with you! Tell me what to do to change my bad impression in Anpin's mind?"

Lou Ning was silent. As he thought, their emperor was indeed in love. To put it more thoroughly, their emperor was moved by Concubine An!

In fact, Lou Ning was very happy for their emperor. He already admired An Nuanzhi. She was a pure, beautiful, and noble woman, and she could not choose one of them among the millions. If Concubine An could really warm the heart of their emperor, become the queen of Mo Yu Kingdom, and accompany them for a lifetime, wouldn’t this be a happy ending?

Thinking of this, Lou Ning smiled secretly, but when he thought about it, he was worried again!

Alas! The emperor and Concubine An were both "hate" each other, and neither side could take a critical step. What should we do to let them break through the thin layer of window paper?

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There is a saying that women should never guess whether men love you, because even men don’t know their true thoughts. Men are the easiest animals, and are also the easiest animals to cool down their love. Their love can last for a second or for half a year, and some can last for a lifetime. This depends on the charm of women.

Dear friends, you may wonder why I said this at this time. In fact, the answer is very simple. I want to tell you that men’s love is unreliable unless you have all the advantages and qualities of women, unless there is no temptation from other women around your man. The so-called men’s love is just a short-lived firework, fleeting.

Dear friends may be confused again. What does this have to do with the following text? Is the author a broken heart?

Of course not!

The reason for this passage here is that soon, there will be an accident waiting for our heroine, and this accident is related to the love of men, and it almost changed the trajectory of our heroine's life.

Huagong.

In the sun, An Nuan weaves a bright and beautiful Su-embroidered dress. Her hair did not tie up, but spread out and danced with the wind. Because she had just returned from the ancestor worship ceremony and washed her makeup, her bare face was as quiet as a virgin!

An Nuanjie is suitable for various styles of makeup, heavy makeup, thanks to her special temperament between her eyebrows and eyes.

An Nuan weaves beautifully as a fine brushwork, but it is difficult for people who are not familiar with her to notice that there is a hint of sadness on her face.

That's right, it's sadness!

"Empress An, the wind is strong, go back to the palace." Hongzao took a cloak.

An Nuan weandi's expressionless face, "I like the feeling of being blown by the wind, red dates, have you ever heard a poem? It's like a touch of the wind, so don't destroy it easily."

"Ah?" Hongzao looked brainless and white. In addition to serving tea and water, she could only talk about gossip and brag with Xiaoxiang in the same room. In ancient times, there were very few women who had read books, so Hongzao just opened her mouth and thought silently that their empress is so talented!

"Hu——" An Nuanzhi looked at the red dates' expression and let it go. Forget it, it was terrible that women in ancient times were not educated. She had communication barriers with red dates.

"Red dates, go back, I will stay here for a while." An Nuanzhi sent away the red dates, and she stood alone in the wind, thinking about her thoughts.

What are the worries about Warm Weaving?

The answer is very simple. Today is Luo's "death day".

In a person's life, he will remember many days, birthdays, wedding anniversary, first kissing, first holding hands, and even some people will remember the days when he first fell on the road with his first love. Why do humans remember the inconspicuous numbers on these months? What humans remember is not the days, but the feeling that humans will give feelings to many things. This is just like people who love traveling use diaries, photography, etc. to record their own footprints. It is just to save a memory and remind themselves of the beauty and methods that have happened.

But for our heroine, she remembered the most painful days in her life.

August 3rd.

The bad news of Lan Yiluo's death came, the day.

An Nuanori folded his hands together on his chest and said silently to the distant sky, "Luo, where are you? If you are not dead, it would be better to give Nuanori a message. Nuanori is very unhappy to live in the world. Living is full of hatred, coldness, loneliness. Can you hear Nuanori's words? Nuanori, very, think, you. Without you, Nuanori, it seems that he has lost himself."

Tears were uncontrollably, An Nuanzhi felt like a worn doll abandoned by her beloved owner. This feeling was very painful.

In this world, she can accept the love of many people and get entangled with many people, but she understands that no one is like Luo, becoming the other half of her soul, no, no.

"Luo,Luo,Luo———————————————————————An Nuanzhi looked at the sky and said silently over and over again. Every pore she missed him.

but--

An Nuanzhi did not notice it, and Murong Wuhen stood behind her, and her words clearly reached Murong Wuhen's ears.

Just imagine, if a man hears another man's name from his own woman, and sees his own woman crying for another man, what will his first reaction be? Punishment, mania, anger, jealousy... I believe that at the first time, everyone will think of some very y and violent words,

When An Nuanori turned around and saw Murong Wuhen, she thought so too.

"Your Majesty, when did you come?" An Nuanzhi wanted to pretend that nothing happened, but her facial muscles were very stiff, which revealed her little thoughts and her body was slightly shaking.

An Nuanzhi didn't know how miserable she would die, but it was certain that according to Murong Wuhen's "tyrant" style, her good days were about to come to an end.

Missing other men in front of him, and being so emotional, isn’t this asking for death?

In just a few seconds of looking at each other, An Nuanzhi felt that it was ten thousand years long, but when she said that, she clearly regarded Murong Wuhen as her "enemy", so why did she feel guilty? She actually felt very sorry for him.

So strange.

But what happened next was even more strange. An Nuanzhi recalled this scene many times in her life, but she never understood what kind of psychology Murong Wuhen did and why did she do this?

I saw Murong Wuhen gently took off the cloak on her body and gently put it on her body.

"It's windy here, don't be cold." His face was harmless and smiling.

All kinds of exaggerated words quickly emerged in An Nuanzhi's mind, creepy and bottomless, with a knife hidden in his smile, sword light and sword shadows falling silently - Wow, hell, Murong Wuhen actually laughed, but his smile was even more terrifying than not.

"My beloved, are you cold? Are you sick?" Murong Wuhen suddenly, considerately came over. There was a considerate gentleness between his eyebrows and eyes, which almost made An Nuanzhi's waist flash.
Chapter completed!