Queen of the Bloodthirsty Tyrant

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Xuan Tingyou hugged Ling Xiang'er, keeping some distance between his body and her, afraid that the two of them would touch her wound if they pressed too tightly.

Ling Xiang'er felt warmed by his meticulous actions and his careful consideration for her.

After the kiss was over, she leaned against his chest and panted slightly, her cheeks seemed to be dyed with sunset glow, extremely rosy.

"It's still too late to regret it, how about leaving Xuan Wumian and following me?" Xuan Tingyou picked up her catkin and begged her to leave Xuan Wumian again.

Although she likes Xuan Tingyou, but now she is the queen of Xuan Wumian, it is impossible to leave Xuan Wumian. By your side, never leave.

Ling Xiang'er stared at Xuan Tingyou affectionately, "Tingyou, I know you won't forgive me for saying these words. Although I was scarred and scarred not long after I came to Xixia Kingdom. Every time Xuan Wumian approached me , I seem to be able to understand the pain in his heart."

Who would believe that a bloodthirsty tyrant has pain and sorrow, she knows that if she tells others this baseless idea, they will definitely make fun of her and conclude that she is mentally retarded.

Xuan Tingyou remained silent for a while, Ling Xiang'er not only did not condemn Xuan Wumian's cruelty, but actually sympathized with him.

"Don't you think that everyone in the world has misunderstood him, and that all civil and military officials in the court are just pretending to be afraid of him?" Xuan Tingyou couldn't bear it anymore.

He knew that some things should not be said too much, but Ling Xiang'er would sympathize with Xuan Wumian, which really shocked Xuan Tingyou.

Ling Xiang'er walked away from Xuan Tingyou's chest, she looked at Xuan Tingyou with aggrieved eyes with red eyes.

"I know I shouldn't sympathize with Xuan Wumian in front of you, Tingyou, I can really understand his pain here, isn't it strange?" Her slender fingers pointed directly at the position of her heart.

The wrinkled eyebrows added a bit of melancholy and melancholy, Xuan Tingyou reluctantly hugged Ling Xianger tightly.

She was too kind to be deceived by Xuan Wumian.

He took Ling Xiang'er's palm and pressed it against the mask on his face.

"This is the best proof that my future will be destroyed in a fire, and I will live like a ghost."

"Tingyou, you are not allowed to say that about yourself. In my eyes, you are unparalleled in the world." She raised her head and stared at him with gentle eyes.

Warm palms pressed tightly against the mask he wore on his face, Xuan Tingyou closed his eyes, enjoying their quiet moment.

Xuan Tingyou changed his posture, trying to avoid paralysis in Ling Xianger's body.

"Tell me, why do you think Xuan Wumian has a story and a secret?" He was very curious about Ling Xianger's special ability.

Maybe it's because he lived in the cold palace for a long time and was treated unfairly since he was a child.On the contrary, she can read these clearly on Xuan Wumian.

Ling Xiang'er looked down at her palm, the lines on her palm were so clear, but she still couldn't see the trace of her own destiny clearly.

"He is unhappy, very lonely. He is only alive, and he is burdened with endless sorrow. That dark emotion will swallow him anytime and anywhere, and he will never be free." She said, tears rolling down uncontrollably fall.

Xuan Tingyou straightened up and looked at Ling Xianger who was in a daze.

"Look, when I mentioned that he would cry unknowingly. Is this a disease?" Her innocent look hurt Xuan Tingyou's heart.

The kind-hearted Ling Xiang'er in front of him moved Xuan Tingyou, he hugged her and patted her on the back.

"It's not a disease, fool, there's nothing wrong with being kind." He didn't want her to be in danger, and he didn't want her to stay kind and survive in the palace.

This is a treacherous harem, full of intrigues and deceptions everywhere, and one's life will be ruined if one is not careful.The way to survive in the palace is to be ruthless, if you are not ruthless, it will be difficult to stand firm.

Ling Xiang'er leaned on Xuan Tingyou's shoulder, and couldn't help crying when she thought of Xuan Wumian.It's really strange, she should hate him, although Xuan Wumian and Song Yuling staged a good show in front of her on the wedding night, but she always thought that what Xuan Wumian did really hurt him.

In the end, Xuan Wumian, what kind of dark history do you have in your heart?Ling Xiang'er asked back in her heart, becoming curious about him.

I don't know when Ling Xiang'er fell asleep, but when she woke up, there was a pot of orchids on the small round table beside the bed.

There was a note beside the flower pot, she got up, moved her steps carefully, picked up the note on the table and read it carefully.The handwriting on the note was vigorous and powerful, and it was written in cursive script, which made Ling Xiang'er overjoyed.

Xuan Tingyou's literary attainments are higher than hers, even though she can't ask for a husband with other princes and princesses when she lives in the cold palace.Fortunately, when Concubine Ling entered the palace, she was a lady from a rich family when her family was in trouble. Later, she was forced to enter the palace as a slave for survival.

Ling Xianger's good handwriting is thanks to Ling Fei's teaching.

She lowered her head and sniffed the orchids in front of her. The faint scent of orchids made her feel good.

"Princess, why did you wake up? It's not yet dawn, you can take a rest." Rong Luo heard the movement and walked into the bedroom.

Seeing Ling Xiang'er looking at the orchid in front of her eyes fondly, Rong Luo comforted her to rest more and take care of her body before making plans.

Looking at the orchid, Ling Xiang'er rekindled her hope of survival. This self-mutilation was indeed wrong. She believed that she should live a good life. To fight with others, she must first take care of herself.

"Rong Luo, just take me to the courtyard to bask in the sun after dawn, there are so many right and wrong in the palace, if we want to stay away, we have to do it or not, don't listen, don't talk, don't want to, don't ask." With the support, he walked to Xiaoxuan's window.

She didn't know when Xuan Tingyou left last night, but his appearance could bring her hopeless heart.Seeing him was like seeing the light of day.

Rong Luo stood beside Ling Xiang'er, she sighed slightly.

"Princess, since you can't change it, you might as well accept it." She looked at the scene outside the window.

This huge Fengyi Pavilion is like a cage, which has imprisoned the cardamom years of a lifetime, but cannot get the smoothness it deserves.Here, it's not as good as expected.

Ling Xiang'er followed Rong Luo's gaze, and found that Rong Luo was fascinated by the scene outside the window.

Perhaps, in the bottom of Rong Luo's heart, the longing for his hometown has never stopped.However, Rong Luo understands one thing, that is, it is not so easy to get out after entering the palace.

"I don't know if I can leave the palace in my lifetime. If I can make the decision in the future, I will definitely let you out of the palace. You are like a flying eagle in the palace. You want to spread your wings and fly high, but you can't get the chance." Rong Luo She is a very strong woman.

The master and the servant were lost in thought looking at the scene outside the window, each worrying about their future situation.

Song Yuling, who was irritated by Ling Xianger's self-harm, didn't close her eyes all night, and Jiang Yue was by her side.

"The imperial concubine, the concubine, and the servant girl thought that this scene was a means used by the empress to deal with you, and the empress should not be frightened by it. After the emperor knew the ins and outs of the incident, he sent a lot of supplements to the empress to calm her down." Jiang Jiang Yue pulled up the fallen brocade quilt for Song Yuling.

Song Yuling's eyes were dull, her face was expressionless, like a puppet who had lost her soul.

Jiang Yue looked at Song Yuling silently, she was secretly anxious.

"The empress really wants to plot against the concubine. The slaves have said that mothers are always more expensive than their children in the harem. If the concubine doesn't take care of her body and is getting haggard day by day, I'm afraid it's someone else who is happy." She said the key point and asked Song Yuling to cheer up.

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