Xia Xiyun, North Ming and Plenty

"I'm not drunk!" Beiming Fengxi rolled over and held Xia Xiyun down, whispering, while taking off her clothes quickly.

"Beiming Fengxi, let go..." Xia Xiyun was a little panicked, Beiming Fengxi ripped off her obscene pants, she only felt a chill in her heart, and she was afraid from the bottom of her heart: "I am pregnant with your child..."

Beiming Fengxi paused for a moment, raised his eyes to look at her, and replied in a low voice: "Yes, this child belongs to me, I will be very careful, I will definitely not hurt him, I want you now... "

He promised again and again.

Xia Xiyun strongly opposed it, but she didn't dare to make a big move, so she could only cry and beg him: "Your Majesty, there are so many concubines in the palace, must it be me? What if..."

Seeing her cry, Beiming Fengxi felt a little distressed, and raised his hand to wipe the teardrops from the corners of her eyes.

He held her in his arms, suppressing the surging desire.

Rare tenderness.

It made Xia Xiyun a little dazed, how long had it been since they cuddled up to each other like this.

At this moment, they both let go of their rift with each other.

Even the air is warm.

Xia Xiyun even hoped that time could stop at this moment!

No one spoke, Beiming Fengxi's drunkenness became more serious, he hugged Xia Xiyun's waist, and wanted to put his other hand under her neck, so that he could hold her tighter.

When fingers slid across her slippery neck, a red thread was drawn.

He couldn't help but hook up the object on the string and looked at it. He had no emotion at first and his face was soft, but at this moment it was extremely cold, and a murderous intent rose from the bottom of his eyes: "You actually kept it by your side! "

It was Beiming Mohan's jade dish, representing Beiming Mohan's identity!

At that time, the three of them played together. One day, on Xia Xiyun's birthday, she chased Beiming Fengxi to ask for his jade plate, saying it was a souvenir, which was very unreasonable. In Beiming, each person only had one jade plate, which represented With this person's identity, Beiming Fengxi is the crown prince, so of course he can't give the jade plate away at will.

So, he found other objects for her.

But Beiming Mohan personally took off his jade plate and handed it to Xia Xiyun.

In Beiming Fengxi's memory, Xia Xiyun did not accept Beiming Mohan's jade plate.

He held it tightly in his hand, and stared at Xia Xiyun bitterly: "Is it he who gave it to you that day?"

Memories poured into my mind continuously like a tide, the scene of the three of them being together was vivid in my mind, it seemed far away, yet it seemed close at hand.

Xia Xiyun looked at his cold eyes bursting with hatred, but nodded very calmly: "He didn't give it to me, I took it from him!"

Beiming Mohan died because of her.

They have been friends for many years, and she wants to keep one of his objects as a souvenir.

"You can't let him go, can you?" Beiming Fengxi said in a low voice, pausing every word, as if grinding his teeth, Beiming Mohan's thorn that can never be pulled out, even if he dies, he still can't help it. peaceful!

Seeing his almost crazy appearance, Xia Xiyun felt a little desperate. She wanted to explain, but she knew Beiming Fengxi too well, so the description would only get darker and darker, and there was not only a misunderstanding between them, but also a blood feud.

She didn't need to explain, so Xin Yiheng said coldly: "Since you already know, why do you need to ask? Why do you need to come here? Xia Xinyu is enough for you."

She didn't want to get too entangled with him.

"Xia Xiyun, these years, I have been treating you sincerely, but you are so cheap, and you have repeatedly disobeyed me for him!" Bei Mingfeng breathed his heart like a big stone, and the pain and hatred tormented him a lot.

He tore off the red rope around Xia Xiyun's neck forcefully, and the jade plate fell out. He desperately hugged Xia Xiyun tightly and bit her shoulder, causing her to scream out of pain.

With a bloody smell in his mouth, Beiming Fengxi looked at the facial features of the woman under him who were twisted in pain, but still felt unwilling, so he separated her legs and stepped forward...