"You finally admitted it? You don't even bother to lie. It seems that you really don't take me to heart!" From the first night when he hugged her and lay in bed, Huangfu Jin decided to love this woman.
, even if she doesn’t have herself in her heart, she must devote all her efforts to influencing her.
But in the end, it was such a heart-wrenching betrayal for him, and all his joys and sorrows turned out to be just her gorgeous perfunctory, and she refused to give him any sincerity. This has been the case from the beginning to now.
"Yes, I, Ruolan Wanrou, admit that I have never loved you, Huangfu Jin. In this way, is the emperor satisfied?" Seeing his cold and sarcastic words, for some reason, a feeling of joy arose in her heart.
Inexplicable melancholy.
It turned out that I had become so unbearable in his eyes. I peeled off the veil of nothingness and found that the distance between them was too far.
"Ruolan Wanrou, you are so brave, you dare to call yourself 'I' in front of me!" Huangfu Jinji was so angry that he stepped forward, grabbed Wanrou's silky hair with his big hands, and tore it violently.
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The hairpin on her head fell to the ground, and the strands of hair that should have been neatly coiled were scattered in the palm of his hand. Her scalp was numb with pain, but even so, it was not as painful as Wanrou's. She bit her lips and endured the pain he had given her.
Pain, never show weakness in front of him.
"Since I am guilty, I would like to ask your Majesty to punish me." Wanrou was forced to look up at him, who was condescending, and a mocking smile appeared on her lips, hurting every inch of his body.
"Do you think I can't do it?" Huangfu Jin's face was full of worry and anger, and his eyes were as cold as the wind. He put more force on his hands and watched her bite her red lips harder and harder to endure the pain, so that a trace of blood oozed out.
Huangfu Jin unexpectedly found that his hand holding her hair was trembling slightly.
"It's up to you." Wanrou no longer looked at Huangfu Jin, only turned her head, spoke harshly, and looked at her coldly.
Huangfu Jin clenched his fists subconsciously, looking at the frosty woman in front of him who had returned to her previous disapproving attitude. With a surge of strength in his hand, he pushed hard and pushed her out with a look of disdain on her face.
Huangfu Jin was a man in his prime, and he was quite strong. How could a tender woman like Wanrou bear such a push? It was a coincidence that he pushed her to the ground and hit the corner of the wooden bench. Those delicate jade hands were trying to hold her up.
She landed on the ground to steady her body, but she happened to press on the fragment of the jade bowl before. The fragment penetrated deeply into her white and tender palm, causing blood to flow slowly.
Wanrou raised the hand that was pierced by the fragments, her head felt dizzy for a moment, and then she found her blood started to flow from her forehead to her cheeks.
The pain in her body and the pain deep in her soul hit Wanrou's fragile senses together. Even if she tried to pretend to be strong, her emotions were about to collapse.
Wanrou raised her head and glared at Huangfu Jin with red eyes. Tears kept rolling in her eyes, as if they would fall down at any time. Her white forehead, which was bleeding, and her jade hands playing the piano were pierced by fragments.
The palms of her hands highlighted her eyes full of hatred, which made Huangfu Jin's heart suffocate. The injuries caused by the internal injuries were about to explode, and a surge of blood surged up, but he suppressed it forcefully.
"Huangfu Jin, now that you have hurt me again, there is no more friendship between us." Wanrou's every word was sharp and piercing his heart. Her eyes stared at the arrogant and handsome emperor in front of her with hatred and disgust, and she burst into tears.
Finally I couldn't help but shed tears.
A trace of desolate pain flashed across Wanrou's face, and finally she said cruelly: "You don't have to let me go, but from now on, you will cross your Yangguan Road, and I will walk my single-plank bridge. We have nothing to do with each other anymore.
, no grudges or righteousness!"
Huangfu Jin staggered when he heard her words of severance. He was surprised to find that her figure was a little hazy, and a trace of tears overflowed from his own eyes.
Most of the angry aura around him had faded away. He stood still and looked down at Wanrou on the ground, and asked lightly: "Are you regretful?"
"Yes!" Wanrou looked at him mercilessly and gritted her teeth: "The thing I, Ruolan Wanrou, regret most in my life is that I fell in love with you! You are an indiscriminate and inexplicable bastard who gets angry at people!"
The tears that overflowed from Wanrou's eyes mixed with the blood flowing from her forehead, diluting it so strangely that it made people heart-wrenching. She suddenly threw her head back and laughed a few times, saying sarcastically to herself: "No, I was wrong too.
The thing I regret most is not liking you, because I have never liked you Huangfu Jin. The thing I regret most is believing in you, believing what you said: The life and death agreement is broad, and I said it to Zicheng. Holding your hand, and
Let’s grow old together. I believe you will live up to me in this life!”
The plaintive rebuke had turned into roars. The heartless and accusatory words were like a sharp sword piercing Huangfujin's heart, causing him to feel pain, and his heart seemed to be torn in two by something.
Wanrou really couldn't forget how he hurt her again and again, and spoke vicious words to ridicule and slander herself. Since she thought she didn't want to have children for him, didn't want to love him, and didn't have him in her heart, why did he still bother her? Let them go.
Isn’t freedom good?
The first meeting in Zuixiang Pavilion, the gathering under the pavilion to give gifts, the various favors after entering the palace, the tender embrace on the green grass of Mingwen Palace, the flying kites, the lingering love that night, the exchange of cups and oaths, risking one's life to save oneself for one's own sake
Seriously injured...
Those beautiful pasts, those emotional moments, those beautiful memories worth recalling, flashed through Wanrou's eyes like a fleeting cloud, like a dream. That affectionate emperor had turned into a demon who hated himself.
It instantly shattered into silhouettes of time, like melting into snowflakes flying all over the sky, making it impossible for her to grasp it, get closer, or hold it firmly.
"Ruolan Wanrou, can you say such a severe words?" Huangfu Jin choked up slightly and leaned towards Wanrou unsteadily, his eyes were sad and full of anger. He stretched out his hand and pinched her violently.
Wanrou's slender neck asked indifferently.
"Wanrou." Suddenly a panicked cry came into his ears. Mo Chubai broke in through the door, looked at the scene in front of him, and ran over quickly. He looked at Huangfu Jin who was pinching her neck in confusion, and slapped him away.
Looking at Wanrou's forehead and the bleeding palms stabbed by the fragments, he scolded: "Huangfu Jin, do you know what you are doing?"
Mo Chubai came over when he heard the nearby slaves talking about a dispute between the emperor and the queen-to-be in the Xifeng Palace. Not far away from the Xifeng Palace, he heard the conversation between them, and he realized that
Due to the seriousness of the matter, I was afraid that something would happen, so I came in immediately. Unexpectedly, he actually hurt her...
But Huangfu Jin did not answer Mo Chubai's words, as if he didn't exist, and said coldly: "I will help you and let you try a lonely life in this deep palace without my love. Until you
Until you repent!"
After that, he took a deep look at Ruolan Wanrou's eyes that were filled with tears but were extremely determined, then angrily turned around and left without any regrets.