"Over the years, I have tried my best to manage this country well, how could she not want to see me."
After Xie Yunting finished speaking, he also sneered, "Who is the self-indulgent one, when she had nothing to do with you at all, you deliberately misunderstood me."
Chen Jingzhi couldn't refute, because they really didn't have anything back then.
Xie Yunting lay back on the bed, his face extremely haggard, but his eyes were terrifyingly bright.
"I also want to understand that she has always loved me. But she can't admit that I killed her father, her brother, and her relatives, and drove her to a dead end."
Having said this, Xie Yunting laughed at himself.
"How could she love me, an enemy who took everything from her."
So she always resisted and hated him.
Seeing him like this, Chen Jingzhi said in a vicious voice, "You really don't deserve her love. She would rather die and ask you to sit on the throne, because back then, it was difficult for you to ride a tiger, and if she was still there, the subordinates below you who were like wolves and tigers would not react. ."
Xie Yunting's breath became weak, "She has always admired me, why does she underestimate me so much. It's not that I didn't become an emperor, and I managed her country well."
she left.
He was still the regent, and he was her regent all his life.
The throne was vacant, and only a white tablet was placed on the dragon chair, and no one dared to sit on the throne.
He sat on the Jiao chair next to the dragon chair, pretending she was still there.
Chen Jingzhi brought tea and sat leisurely in the chair to take a sip, "If it wasn't for my help, you could manage it so easily, just dream."
Xie Yunting covered the sky with one hand, but he held the leadership of the aristocratic family and did not fight at the beginning because the country was rotten.
He was too lazy to fight, so Xie Yunting smashed it.
Later, if he wants to fight, what can Xie Yunting do to him
If she hadn't been thinking about Xie Yunting, Chen Jingzhi would have broken the net with him.
Xie Yunting snorted coldly, but coughed.
Chen Jingzhi: "Go to hell, drag and drop, she's gone."
This disease cannot be cured.
Xie Yunting laughed, "I'm here, I'm going to chase."
When Xie Yunting died, the snow was flying, and Hongmei opened a palace.
The red plum forest was planted by him for several years.
He is a legend of this dynasty, he even won six yuan, forced the palace to succeed, but he was not an emperor.
Guarding the deceased little emperor, he became the regent for a lifetime.
Later generations were amazed, but no one knew the ups and downs.
On the night of Xie Yunting's death, Chen Jingzhi vomited out a big mouthful of blood.
He sighed sadly, "I don't make any difference a few years later, I can't catch up with you anyway."
A few years later, he fell ill from overwork and died with a yellowed handkerchief in his hand.
She used it to wipe his sweat that year. On the way to escape, in a small thatched hut, she wore camellias on her head.
Rourou called him brother.
The handkerchief in his hand also fell into his arms because of the sudden sound of hooves.
She forgot to take it back, and he hid it for a lifetime.
I don't know if I can give it back to her in the next life.
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When Ye Yuxuan rushed to the hospital, his footsteps suddenly stopped.
He stood in the corridor with some difficulty breathing, not knowing what he was doing for a moment.
His heart was still tugging, and cold sweat kept pouring out.
This feeling was unfamiliar and familiar, and he felt heartache again and again, those feelings that had never been absent in his life.
But it appeared little by little.
Like an ignorant child, he was at a loss for these emotions.
Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the corner of the corridor.
"Where's the phone, I'll call my father to report safety, and let him help me break off the engagement with that death star."
The voice was soft and soft, like the woman in his dream.