Song Wuyou was surprised, wasn't she on the battlefield? Why did you suddenly return to the cold palace
"The emperor is here!"
"The empress is here!"
Suddenly, Eunuch Gao's voice came from outside.
Song Wuyou was startled, Dongfang Xuan
Before Song Wuyou could recover, the dilapidated door was pushed open with a "squeak".
Suddenly, two gorgeous figures appeared.
Dongfang Xuanyi wore a yellow brocade robe with dragon patterns, and black and black phoenix boots.
The thick eyebrows are like swords, and the eyes are like eagles.
The sharp Danfeng eyes exude the air of a king, domineering and extremely cold.
With him came the Queen.
The queen wore a noble black brocade robe, graceful and luxurious.
"East… "
As soon as Song Wuyou said a word, the queen suddenly stepped forward, slapped her, and said sternly: "Bold! Can you call the emperor's name directly?"
With a slap, Song Wuyou's face was in burning pain.
She covered her face, stared at the queen coldly, and then looked at Dongfang Xuan: "Why? Why are you doing this to me?"
She suppressed the almost hysterical roar, and stared at Dongfang Xuan fiercely: "What did I do wrong? You want to kill my nine clans and give me white silk?"
Dongfang Xuan looked at her coldly, "You did nothing wrong."
"Nothing wrong, why did you do this to me?"
"You are worth more dead than alive." The man's thin lips parted slightly, uttering cold and heartless words.
The queen looked at her arrogantly, with a smug sneer at the corner of her mouth.
"..." When Song Wuyou heard this, his heart was cut like a knife, and two lines of tears kept streaming down his face.
Her death is more valuable than her life
They're all dead, so what's the value
Song Wuyou's heart is like still water, he doesn't love her anymore.
Now that he has three thousand beauties in the harem, he has forgotten how she has accompanied him all the way in the past eight years.
She turned away from them, tears streaming down her face.
Dongfang Xuan looked at her thin back coldly, the hands in the long sleeves were tightly clenched into fists...
…
"It hurts?" Gu Yanhao frowned seeing tears streaming from the corners of Song Wuyou's eyes, feeling a little distressed.
With his fingertips, he gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Song Wuyou's eyes, the pitch-black phoenix eyes became extremely deep.
He looked at her, his eyes were like stars, filled with tenderness and pity.
How could it not hurt when thrown from the back of a horse and hit a sculpture
Fortunately, there was no fracture and no surgery was needed, otherwise it would have been more painful.
Wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, they flowed again after a while, Gu Yanhao didn't know how distressed he was.
He thought of her last car accident, where she lost even her child, and the injury was more serious that time, did she also cry in a coma
Now, he regrets a little, regretting not coming to be by her side when she was injured—
…
"Snapped!"
The bedside lamp in the bedroom suddenly turned on.
Mu Gu sits on the bed suddenly~ sits up.
His breathing was a little fast, panting lightly.
The peach blossom eyes, which were always warm and moist, now danced with a light that was difficult to calm down.
He had that dream again.
This kind of dream is often done.
Before, he didn't think anything of it, he thought that he had read too many fantasy novels.
But when he heard what Song Wuyou said before he fell into a coma, he didn't think it was a normal dream.
Mu Gu's heart was churning with emotions like a stormy sea.
His eyes became extremely deep, like a millennium ancient pool, bottomless.
Mu Gu glanced out the window, oh, it's already dawn
He got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom barefoot, ready to go downstairs to make breakfast.
"Sister, are we going to the hospital to see that bitch today?" Before entering the kitchen, Song Jiumei's angry voice was heard from inside.