Chapter Fifty-Seven: Moonlight Door Fan's Heartbreaks
"Does the lady know the emperor?" Luo'er stared at Mo Qingxin in confusion. She was grateful to Mo Qingxin for spending a large sum of money to save her father. Luo'er didn't know Mo Qingxin's past.
After just a few days of getting along with her, I felt that she was a very kind and beautiful woman.
"I don't know, but he will definitely come here tonight." Mo Qingxin smiled and said with a sense of victory.
"But..." Luo'er opened her mouth, but she couldn't say what she wanted to say.
"Please change some clothes for me. This jewelry gives me a headache." Mo Qingxin stood up and sat in front of the bronze mirror. Luo'er stepped forward and took off the jewelry from her head.
"Okay, Luo'er, let's go down and rest." Mo Qingxin waved her hand to stop Luo'er who was hesitating to speak. She stood up and left to the bed. There was a natural elegance in her movements.
The moonlight is still strong outside, and the flowers and leaves are whirling.
"Qing'er. I miss you so much." Mu Cha appeared in Mo Qingxin's sight elegantly dressed in ink.
"Chen." Wearing a pale white palace dress, it is elegant but has a bit of a worldly temperament. The wide skirt meanders behind the back, elegant and luxurious. The black jade-like green silk is simply tied into a flying fairy bun, with a few plump and round hair.
The pearls are randomly dotted in the hair, making the dark cloud-like hair even more soft, shiny and moist. The beautiful eyes are full of brilliance, and there is a light smile between the red lips.
Mo Qingxin looked at Mu Chen quietly, with unspeakable strong love in their eyes.
Even when he was treating Qingyan, he had no love for Muchen. Muchen's slightly raised corners of his mouth widened. "My Qing'er is still beautiful. Is there any woman in the world who can compare with you?"
"Haha... So what about your beauty? I just want you to fall in love with me." The silver bell-like laughter sounded softly, and Mo Qingxin leaned against Mu Chen like a little bird, wrapping his arms around the slender body. He was about to fall.
That masculine scent that makes people obsessed.
"Okay, if you have a wife like this, what else can a husband ask for? Qing'er, I will never let you down in this life. We will be together for the rest of our lives."
In response to Mu Chen's oath, Mo Qingxin lowered her head, kissed her red lips, and her eyes were filled with tears. After a while, she slowly raised her head and said with some sadness: "Then what is the queen? What is this huge harem? Then who is Xu Muyuan?"
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Mu Chen stood up and looked out the window at the bright moonlight.
"Xu Muyuan is just a pawn who flatters Prime Minister Xu Rong and uproots his power when he is not prepared. Xu Muyuan is a buffoon. Can you not tolerate such a person?" Mu Chen asked rhetorically.
"Yes, then Xu Muyuan is nothing to be afraid of. What about Su Yu'er, a woman from the Western Region, and what about the queen?" Mo Qingxin asked persistently.
Mu Chen turned around again and stared at the bright moon. He paused for a while and then sighed quietly.
"I admit that I did have feelings for the Queen, but that was once. That kind of temptation was nothing at all. I just admired her calm nature. This temperament is so similar to when I first met you.
But now, I am tired of her. After a while, the queen mother will recover from her illness, and I will not hesitate to kill her if she gets the queen position with the help of her life-saving grace."
"As for that girl from the Western Regions, Su Yu'er, she is just there to consolidate the friendship between the Western Regions and me, Tianchen. She has no affection at all. Qing'er, haven't I done enough? For you, isn't this enough?"
Mo Qingxin smiled slightly, stood up and covered her thin lips with her red lips, and the hot breath filled the air. The pale white palace clothes were all faded away. The lingering two people hugged each other and fell on the bed. The moonlight was still strong, and the charming atmosphere in the room dispersed.
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#Rouge is bright and similar, the color of flowers is human tears. If human tears are compared to peach blossoms, the tears will flow naturally and the flowers will flatter themselves. When you look at the flowers with tears, the tears will dry easily. When the tears dry up, the flowers will become haggard. The haggard flowers cover the haggard people, and the flowers fly to people.
Tired and easy dusk. With the sound of Du Yuchun passing away, the lonely curtains are pierced by the moon marks in the sky.
There was a graceful black figure lying on the top of the glazed tiles. Her pale face was lifeless and she just lay there quietly. Her long eyelashes were covered with teardrops, as beautiful as hibiscus. The teardrops seemed to be nostalgic.
That pure white skin refuses to fall off.
"Tick tock" Finally, the clear tear gently slid down the corner of the eye and landed on the glazed tile. Water splashed everywhere.
The hands hidden in the sleeves were clenched and turned white, and memories flooded into my heart like a tide.
The first time they met, it was in the Wuming Lake. Even though he was doing shameless peeping, he still had that bohemian but powerful aura. The second time they met, he knocked her unconscious in front of the master.
She wanted to kill this shameless person.
The third time they met, he was sitting on the edge of the bed with a charming look. She had many chances to kill him, but she chickened out at the critical moment. She admitted that she had fallen in love with him the first time she met him. Look.
When he hugs Liu Ling'er, she will be jealous, angry, and sad. She will be very happy when she hears him calling her "wife".
All her emotions revolved around him...
Now, he told the sister who hurt him and framed him that he didn't love her, and everything disappeared like bubbles without a trace...
Nowadays, there is no place for nostalgia in this palace. Should she leave?
The spring scenery in the house is mesmerizing, and the breath is in the ears. The cool moonlight outside makes people freeze the whole heart. There is a kind of coldness that is cold from the top of the heart to the toes. There is a kind of pain that goes deep into the bone marrow. There is a kind of hatred that is the foundation of love. There is a kind of hatred.
Suffering is the result of loving too much, losing your mind, and losing your soul.