MTL - The World of the Pirate Consort-Chapter 192

"I only came back yesterday!" Zi Mi said, holding back the tears in her eyes.

哦 "Oh," Seser said quietly, "Purple fan, I had a nightmare!"

Sitting on the bed, a touch of desolation floated from her indifferent face. She said hoarsely, "I dreamed ..." She lifted her eyes, her eyes cleared for a moment on Zi Mi's face , "Dream ... Dreamed of smokeless night, he ... he ..."

She stared at Zi Mi with a dazzling look, with a look of inexplicable perplexity in her expression, she spoke for a long time, but did not even write a coherent sentence. She didn't know how to describe that dream, that terrible dream that broke her heart. So "he" for a long time, but said nothing.

Zi Mi held back the tears in her eyes, and held her in front of the dressing table, smiling, and said, "Miss, it's just a nightmare, don't think too much. Zi Mi will dress you, the snow stops outside, let's go out Snow appreciation. "

Zi Fan said softly, how much she hoped it was a nightmare!

Zi Fan took out the mule and started combing her long hair for Serusi, and then she lied for a flowing cloud, and picked up a white jade pendant on the bun.

He gazed at his sloppy face in the mirror, and his swollen eyes.

Did she finally cry in her dream?

Holding the table, she stood up leaning forward, without saying hello to Zi Mi, walking slowly out. Zi Mi ran over and put on a snow fox fur for her.

"I had a terrible nightmare, and I cried in the dream." She muttered the sentence while walking, her face faintly faint smile.

In the courtyard, it was white and snow-capped. It is really a world of crystal glass with pink makeup and jade carving.

On each plum tree by the road, snow accumulates on the branches, and the plump buds and the newly blossomed plum blossoms under the snow accentuate a long and dark fragrance.

He walked deep and shallow on the snow, leaving her winding footprints on the snow behind him.

Fanzi fans sent a soft chair and put it in the pavilion in the courtyard.

Lying on a soft chair, Zi Mi carefully covered her fox fur, and the lazy daylight in the afternoon slanted on her face. The beautiful face was as white as snow, as if it would melt at any time. The sky after snow is high and blue, pure and without any trace of impurities, the flowing clouds look extremely white.

Xun Xue stopped, plum blossoms bloomed, and the sun came out again. The world is as beautiful as ever.

He hurriedly lowered his head, and suddenly his eyes were hot, and the tears that could not flow suddenly came down uncontrollably. He reached out to wipe it, but it couldn't be wiped clean anyway, as if it didn't stop. A heart hurts like a withered leaf, shrinking in the cold winter wind and drifting away with the wind.

When Ye Ye Wu Yao came to her, she didn't notice it. Until the side suddenly stretched out a hand, long white fingers, pinching a piece of pure white Supa, to wipe the tears running on her cheeks.

He raised his eyelashes and saw Ye Wuya Junya's face, the petting smile.

"What a cry, what a cry, cold tears carefully." Ye Wuya said gently while wiping the tears on her face.

Wu Ye Wuya no longer wears the splendid blue shirt, but instead wears red dresses and embroidered nine five-pronged sleepy dragons on his chest. He wanders among the colored clouds and looks proud. Dragon, Wuya finally took control of Heshan She, the gentleness and elegance of the whole body faded away. The rest, besides the noble that can only be looked up to, has the royal spirit.

The face of Jun Junya, who was boundless and boundless, now looks, and the corners of his eyebrows also reveal the ugliness and invisible domineering. Today's Boundary is no longer the gentle man he was in the past, and he is already emperor-like.

He is now an emperor, but Seorui is still sitting on a soft chair, without getting up or giving a gift, she has no mood to care about these false gifts.

"I had a nightmare! I dreamed of him ... That dream was so terrible, so terrible. So, I ... I just cried." Secretly looking up, there were thick confusion and pain in Qingli's eyes. She buried her head in his arms, and the nightmare was whispering, her heart was empty, she had never been weak, she had never been helpless.

Suddenly, Ye Ye Wu Yao's heart was shocked, and he was almost unbelievable when he saw that he was so shy. Is this still the slender guy who is full of energy? At this time, she looked so fragile, like a lone goose without a partner, feeling sad and sad.

She subconsciously resisted that fact! She didn't believe it was true! It turned out that she sometimes escaped the facts.

Ye Wuya sighed softly, he stepped forward, and the body of the Lord of the Ninth Five-Year Plan leaned down in front of her, reached out and held her hand, her hand was cold without a trace of temperature, and the sudden coolness passed through his Passed into his heart, for a moment, he felt his heart became cold.

说道 He said firmly: "Sir, listen to me, you haven't dreamed, that's true. Sixth brother, he is no longer alive, you have to live well, for him, live well!"

His voice was husky and chubby, but the words he uttered were undoubtedly cruel.

This word, word by word, was so clear, like a cold hail, that she broke her self-deception.

"Why did you lie to me. How could he ever die, no! You lie to me! I hate you!" Seser said coldly, reaching out and grabbing his arm, straddling his arm across the thick winter coat It hurts. There was a hint of tenderness on the cold and beautiful face.

"You don't believe it, all right, now I'll take you to his spiritual hall and look at his body!" Helplessly, he finally became ruthless and said coldly. As soon as he pulled her up from the soft chair, he would take her away.

Hold down her hand, and stand there.

"He's not dead!" Wan Wan and sad expression are not there. At this moment, her face's tranquility is like the sky after the storm.

Suddenly she reached out and pulled the white hosta off her head. For a moment, her black hair poured down like a waterfall, and she draped down to her waist. It was as long as the smokeless hair at night. And black. In the afternoon light faintly hugged her thin and thin body, and her black hair shone with a faint wave of light in daylight. Ignoring the boundless consternation, he stretched out his pale hand, pulled out a delicate silver comb from his arms, combed the hair finely, and then reached out to put a bun on top of his head into a man's bun, using that Zhiyuzhen clung tightly.

Suddenly, the beautiful woman turned into a handsome and beautiful man. She looked bright, and seemed to dim even the sunlight.

"I'm smokeless at night!" She said, smiling enviously.

When I laughed, I saw no sadness or sorrow, but pure and bright, just like the cold plum blossoming under the snow, the heartbreaking beauty.

Then she slowly fell to the ground in that smile.

This time, Selse never woke up again. She had been lethargic. Unlike the previous coma, she didn't show any signs of nightmares or slang. She slept very quietly and quietly. At first, everyone felt very relieved that it was better to let her sleep than to always be sad.

However, she has been sleeping for three days, and she has not shown signs of awakening. Zi Mi is finally anxious. Although the lady does not believe that King Wang has gone, in fact, she still believes in her heart, otherwise she would not Not waking up, trying to die. As if now, if it were not for breathing and pulse, she would almost have thought that she was no longer a sleeping person, but a cold body.

For the past three days, Ye Wuya turned to the palace every day, and hurried over from the palace, and kept it beside the bed. Without sleep, he stunned quickly.

He shook his cold hand, feeling that her hand was made of snow and ice, and it might disappear at any time. Panic, spreading in his heart, he said lowly and firmly: "Sir, you have to wake up, you still have Cheer, you must not just stay awake like this. Sir, if you want to see him, you must Wake up. Otherwise, you will never see him again. "

He kept talking beside Suther, softly, all the time. He said at night, and at night, until he heard that his voice was dumb, he finally saw her eyelashes tremble and opened her clear eyes.

"Where is he, is he still alive?" She was lethargic for three days and three nights without eating anything. She suddenly got up from the bed and asked urgently.

Wuji stopped completely, looking at the look of anxious expectation, and some words almost rushed out. However, he finally put up with it, and after a long time said hoarsely, "Go and see him, today, It was the day of his death. "

Yan Ye's smoke-free hall is located in the King's Mansion.

The horse-drawn carriage stopped slowly in front of the king's palace. Secretly, he got up and got out of the carriage and into his eyes, it was the long spiritual soul hanging high in front of the door. The two stone lions squatting at the door were also covered with white cloth.

There is everywhere in Sufu, all the lanterns hanging under the eaves are covered with a layer of white cloth, shaking in the wind, revealing the silent sorrow.

Above the Lingling Hall, there was a heavy white veil, solemn and solemn, and the smokeless Ling Ling stopped behind the white cloth curtain. The guards of the spirit were all the smoke-free subordinates. They cried with tears, burned incense in front of the spirit, burned paper, and were very light-handed, as if they were afraid to disturb his rest.

Although Ye Wuyan had rebelled before his death, Ye Wuya announced the incident of Ye Wuyan as an extermination thief, instead he praised him. The courtiers in North Korea are not fools. At first, because of the attitude of the new emperor, they really admired the smokeless night.

I mean, there is a constant stream of people who come to pay their respects.

She walked slowly into the hall, and the shocking white made her heart hurt. She settled in front of the spirit, and stretched her thin figure, reflected on the wall, floating and trembling. Standing, but seemed to lose his speech, but stared at the Ling Ling close at hand.