She opened her teeth and claws, tearing and hitting her, and she burst into tears, like a little beast that was hurt, seeking her last path to life.

Immersed in passion, Luo Jia, facing this sudden resistance, was shocked and scared, and immediately let go of her and looked anxiously at her almost crazy look: "Little thing... don't be afraid...Little thing,

I won't force you... I've promised you long ago... I won't force you..."

"Get out...get out...get out, get out..."

She was still going to fight, and was already tightly wrapped by his strong arms, and his chin was pressed against her hair: "Little guy, what's wrong with you? What's wrong?"

She lay in his arms, completely losing her strength, and just cried sadly: "It's you, it's all you, you want me to die, you want me to burn me to death... You killed the child again... You killed me

Child, you drove me away... You think we are all dead... I hate you... I hate you..."

pain!

Bone-in-the-bone pain!

I actually brought her such a terrible memory, which was engraved on her soul and could not be erased. Even when I was confused, I could not forget it. Whose fault is all this?

"You scold me... You scold me as a lowly person in the country..."

You are a lowly person who is a country that has been destroyed, don’t forget your identity!

It was a thorn, a poison, pierced in the heart, firmly. As long as you approach him and get close to him, the thorn will pierce out, as if you want to pierce a person's heart.

No, you can't get close to Luo Jia!

I am his slave, and I have been a slave since I was a child, and until now, even the queen cannot change her identity.

She burst into tears and sobbed so hard that she almost passed away.

He felt unbearable, and his desire quickly faded away, but he hugged her tighter and softer, gently patting her soft back, and his voice was soft: "Little thing... don't be afraid, don't be afraid...I won't be that way

No... I won't know how to do it anymore, I won't scold you again, nor will I look for other women, I won't find any women anymore... Little thing, let's take your time, take your time..."

She cried hoarsely, and was out of control in the pain and despair of the past.

Only those slapping hands, with warm calmness and patient comfort.

She almost forgot sadly that it was this person who caused all her misfortune, but she only relied on his chest, enjoyed a moment of care and pity, and could cry unscrupulously!

Putting it on his chest, even crying became relaxed.

It was the first time I felt this relaxed.

"Little thing, can we forget about this in the future?"

Forget it! Can you forget everything?

"I won't go to the palace anymore. From now on, I will stay with you here. Don't disturb me. Just let us live quietly for a while..." There are some scars, only time and great tolerance will be able to do so.

Soothe.

He himself was incredible. When did he grow up with such patience?

As if I felt sorry for my daughter, I was indulging in and pampering, and eager to make up for it, and compensate her for all the harms from the past.

His hand stroked her soft back, slowly down, and hugged her waist. The soft waist was like the best silk, sliding across the palm of his hand, greasy, and almost no hands could do.

Stay.

With great temptation and unsatisfied lust.

She forgot how she was lying in his arms and crying.

He suffered such a torture and had to take another step, but he didn't dare to do it. His body hurt and his whole body seemed to be burning like a fire.

His voice was hoarse and pressed against her lips: "Little thing...small thing..."

His hard chest rubbed her softness.

She suddenly woke up and looked at him with panic. She looked at herself. The coldness in the middle of the night in the mountains was as deep as a natural quilt, wrapping her tightly and wrapping her little body.

She was already crying hoarsely, and she struggled again: "Go out, you go out..."

"little things……"

"Go out...you go out, I hate you so much...go out..."

He hesitated, but slowly let go of his hand and got out of bed.

"You go to the palace and you are not allowed to be with me anymore. You go, go... Go quickly... Okay, if you don't go, I'll go!" She angrily grabbed a robe and wrapped it on her body, "Okay,

I'll let you! You drive me out of the palace, and you're not allowed to stay in Beiwudang! I'll leave, I'll give you this place..."

"Fangfei!"

She looked at his eyes with a slight anger and sneered: "Your Majesty, are you going to get angry? Are you going to punish me again? I am alone and I don't have a family to punish you, and I don't care! You want to punish me!

What should I do if this lowly deceased country is killed? Kill it? Burn it? Or give it to someone else as a gift?"

He sighed heavily, grabbed a robe and put it on his body, turned around and left.

The door opened and closed again, bringing in a cold wind.

Fangfei fell on the bed dejectedly, and she didn't know why. As soon as she approached him, she couldn't help but feel as if a devil would always wander in her chest, jump, and rush out with a big knife at any time.

There is too much harm between me and him!

However, this is the case, I am even more afraid of another harm.

Concubine Zhang Jie, Concubine Zuo Shu... all kinds of beauties left, and another little Lian came. Infinitely, women's war was even more terrifying.

No, I will never go back to the palace again!

His Majesty is coming with a sense of freshness now. He has a whim. When this enthusiasm passes, it will naturally transfer to other beauties.

When the emperor was away from the summer heat, female relatives always followed him. In the palace in Beiwudang, there were naturally beauties serving him. There were some romantic and happy days, so why should he sympathize with him?

The moonlight slowly fades away.

Luo Jia sat on the wooden board at the door, stretched out his legs and looked at the lonely moon in the sky.

Several guards were patrolling in the distance, and one of them quietly walked in. Seeing that it was His Majesty, he almost screamed. His Majesty, His Majesty was driven out by the Empress.

He waved his hand, stopped the guards' screams and chuckled bitterly.

The guard quietly said, "Your Majesty, go back to the palace, it's cold here."

He shook his head.

It wasn't that I wanted to guard the door in a mess here, but that I understood her heart's knot. This time I left, I gave her an excuse - I wouldn't make up with me.

A good girl is also afraid that her husband will come and get married.

If I didn’t pester her, wouldn’t so much effort be wasted?

The guard whispered: "Your Majesty, why don't you let the Empress..."

"You retreat!"

Suddenly, he felt a little cold, and forgot to bring the flower marten out, and ordered: "Bring me a cloak."

When the guard got the order, he immediately took off his cloak: "Your Majesty, the villain will come and get it for you..."

"No, it's enough, you go down first."

"yes."

The surroundings became quiet again, and Luo Jia was very confused. Unexpectedly, his dignified emperor actually fell out of the door. He ordered Fangfei, how to order? As she said, she was alone and could not even find an excuse to threaten her.

Is it possible that I really killed her and locked her up?

Another forced force will only make her heart go further.

What I want is not just that small body, but also her heart - I like it wholeheartedly! I want everything!

Is this considered greed?

He thought enthusiastically, and was disturbed by this strange emotion. It turned out that it was not easy to have a woman like him wholeheartedly.

He closed his eyes and suddenly remembered all the interesting things she had when she was a child: he showed her *******, and she said she could not read; if she wanted to eat chicken thighs, she would pick them up and chew them quickly when she fell to the ground; she always hugged her

He held his neck softly and shouted softly, "Father, you are so good...Father, you are so good..."

I really can't believe what would happen to me if I had a woman who was so angry! Even if Xiao Lian was favored for the first time, she would not dare to say a disrespectful word. No woman dared to disobey her at all.

Only she, only that little thing.

Even if I get angry, even if I get angry, I will not be cruel to her.

It was when I saw the older child since I was a child, watching her grow from a small nursery to a beautiful flower.

Such a relationship cannot be understood by others at all.

Treating her yourself, you always hold a daughter-like feeling. Men cannot forgive women who disobey them, but how many times have there ever been a man who can really punish them for their beautiful girls?

Just like now, so what can it be!

Who can blame for hurting her first?

He listened quietly to the movement inside, and the whimpering sound had already stopped.

"little things……"
To be continued...