Chapter 399 (1/2)

When she really took off her outer robe, she left only one of her underwear, which collapsed on her bed. Zong Zhenglin didn't understand. How could she comply with her wishes for no reason.

Fang lifted the quilt and lay down. The woman carried her back and her little buttocks moved. She nestled in his arms.

Just now, the woman who was still arguing ”don't want to see you” said, ”it's not comfortable for you to put your elbow on my vest. Just lift it under your pillow and head.”

The man behind him takes a breath. After a long time, her strong arm lifted her head slightly, and put her in the arm again, telling her to sleep peacefully.

In her ears is her soft and shallow breath. Zong Zhenglin's eyes are as deep as ink. Her eyes fall on the ink hair on her white robe. There seems to be a flash in her eyes.

After she made a scene, he wanted to understand her intention. This woman, through a strange feeling, brought to light the estrangement and suspicion that should have grown up secretly. Like her kick in his leg, tibia slightly prick, also followed by a thorn in his heart. Fortunately, she would rather face up to the unhappiness between them than be angry. Fortunately, he has the same temperament as her.

She dared to offend him again and again in front of him. She believed him. And he was bolder and more frank than her Zong Zhenglin closed his eyes unconsciously.

The left hand touched her arm and slid slowly until it reached her wrist, then moved the fingertip. When she came back, she was out of control

In the dream, many pictures of the previous life passed, the most profound is still the figure of the man in the Royal robe and leaving her alone.

Such a cold figure, like an old painting scroll, dark color, even the outline is some fuzzy. But it's like melting into the bone and blood, and then it's also called ”she”. She feels that if you touch it, it's freezing cold.

It's not her. Half dream and half wake up, Mu Xiyao suddenly, such a deep despair sadness, due to that memory. The gray sky in the dream, patter, continuous rain, drenched, is the woman's heart for the rest of her life.

This is the first time for her to ”immerse herself in the scene” in her dream, and realize how the master of the previous life's body is sad and depressed for a man. The prince's house in her memory was a deserted courtyard.

She stood in a strange yard. I think it should be the courtyard where she was placed when she was a concubine. The old elm tree in the middle was bare and withered. At the bottom of the tree trunk, there were several pots of Hibiscus. On the other side, it was an old rickshaw.

The heart is a little depressed, this just remembered, ”she” is three times bear the pain of losing a son. This mottled glaze color, inside only put children wear old clothes, side also placed a long life lock. In the gray and desolate yard, only this rickshaw and the things used in it still bring out some warm colors.

The woman buried the bottom of her heart, the last worry, I'm afraid, was the three children she didn't have a chance with.

Step some heavy, she in ”she” dream, slowly step up the steps. Very unwilling, as if she was involved in the hands and feet, Mu Xiyao only felt as if she was bound by people, bound her to the main room.

Suddenly a song came out of the wide open door. It is a popular ”Qingyin” in Qingzhou. The beat was slow and the ending was long. In the empty courtyard, suddenly there is a kind of creepy fear.

The shoulder has already been drenched, and the water drops gradually rising from the stone slab under the feet have soaked the embroidered shoes and satin with cold water, which shows a cold feeling from the sole of the feet.

Finally, she climbed the last stone step, and then she stopped. At the east corner of the main room, a woman with a bun in her hair and a comb in her hand was sitting on an armchair with a comb in her hand.

My heart suddenly began to ache. Mu Xiyao frowned, the pain of the cone heart, as if experience, too real.

Just after Mao, the little woman around her suddenly had a movement.

Zong Zhenglin's eyes open, just with hazy light to see the person in front of him, pupil Mou immediately is a shrink.

She curled up with her little hands on her heart. Her expression seemed to be extremely pathetic. Her eyelashes blinked, and tears slipped from the corners of her eyes.

The man suddenly became conscious. As soon as she could see her delicate appearance, she let his heart beat out.