Falling down the emperor's couch by mistake: the emperor's concubine

Su Qiyu couldn't imagine what kind of mood Ming Qingyang felt when he was diagnosing Feng Feiyan's pulse, was it pain?Is it shame?still sad...

I am afraid that only Ming Qingyang can understand all the emotions.

She is not reconciled, why such a good man has to bear such deep pain.

"Qingyang, you don't need to take this responsibility at all, child, it's not your responsibility..." Su Qiyu couldn't help crying as she spoke, it wasn't because she was selfish, she just felt that the harm to Ming Qingyang would be endless in the future, Even Feng Feiyan doesn't know who the father of the child is, let alone the world's guesses and doubts about the child?

With such a big green hat on his head, how will he be a person after he becomes famous?

The name is Qingyang but he looks indifferent, there is no emotion in his eyes, his heart died the moment he lost Dongli, and now he is just a walking dead, living for responsibility.

If he doesn't take this responsibility, Feiyan's reputation in this life will also be ruined. Since he promised to take care of her, he has to face everything with strength.

He stood up suddenly, cupped his hands to Ye Jinmo and Su Qiyu and said, "Your Majesty, I have made you worry. This time, I came to the palace for this purpose. I want to tell the emperor about the wedding date between you and Feiyan." , it will be carried out earlier, and I ask the emperor to choose a good day and auspicious day to marry me and Feiyan!"

This news was so shocking, when Su Qiyu heard Ming Qingyang say it, she almost looked at Ming Qingyang with her eyes wide open in disbelief.

I knew that this day would come sooner or later, but I didn't expect it to be so soon, and it was a very difficult situation to make this decision.

"Crack!"

As the dust of Ming Qingyang's words settled, the sound of tiles breaking suddenly came from outside the house.

The three people in the room had a bad feeling at the same time. It seemed that this voice had something to do with man.

Ming Qingyang was the first to rush out, and then, not surprisingly, saw Dongli standing at the door.

Panic, loss, fear, anger, resentment, and despair...

A person's face can hold so many expressions, and only Dongli at this moment can express them.

Ming Qingyang looked at Dong Li in surprise. Although it was not the first time he saw her wearing women's clothing, he had never seen her change back into women's clothing since that time when she accidentally peeked into her female makeup.

Men love to admire beautiful women, and he is no exception.

Although he likes Dongli in women's clothes, he can see her beauty on the other side, but he admires her with her hair raised high, so heroic, chic and free.

At this moment, she is calm and indifferent in front of him, with long hair flowing down smoothly, with a demure and dignified appearance, and he no longer sees her wantonly showing her emotions. He can't see the familiar appearance in her eyes, only A beautiful distance, so strange that he could not reach it.

"Dongli!"

Ming Qingyang's throat was so uncomfortable, he thought about a lot of things to say to her, but only these two words remained, torturing him over and over again.

Trying to swallow the tears that are about to come out of her eyes, her tear glands seem to be very developed recently, she hates such a weak self for crying to death for him, but she still can't hold back her fragility.

"How are you doing recently?" Ming Qingyang greeted her politely, knowing that she was having a bad time, but still couldn't help asking her softly.

Only when she said that she was doing well, could he rest assured.

"I'm fine!" Dong Li replied in a strange and polite manner, his heart hurting like hell.

"That's good, I'm relieved!" Ming Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart was still tense.

He heard that she was living well, but in his heart, he was also worried that she was lying to him.

Very contradictory emotions, so sad that I am embarrassing myself like this.

"Is Feiyan okay?" Dongli asked again. She wanted to ask him if he was doing well, but her words changed again.

Ming Qing lowered his eyes, and responded lightly: "She's fine!"

The very light and superficial answer seemed so polite and rusty in the conversation between the two of them.

This damn atmosphere brought the scene to a stalemate. The two looked at each other quietly, and the time passed quietly. Dongli raised his eyes and looked at him with tears in his eyes. "When did it happen?" She asked, because she could clearly hear the conversation in the room just now.

The feeling of reluctance came from her misty eyes, Ming Qingyang wanted to hug her and let her vent the pain in her heart, but he stretched out his hand several times, and finally it turned into a hard fist.

"I think it's possible..." Ming Qingyang opened his mouth slowly, with his hand hanging down feebly, every word came out with difficulty while breathing. "The ninth day of September is Feiyan's 17th birthday. She..."

"It's a good day, for a long time!" Dongli smiled sourly, but tears flowed down the corners of her eyes. She didn't wipe them away, and shed tears silently in front of Ming Qingyang wantonly.

"Dongli!" Seeing the tears on her face, Ming Qingyang raised his hand, unable to help wiping it away for her.

His cold fingers slid across the skin, and the needle-like touch stimulated every painful nerve in her body, it hurt so bad...

"I'm sorry, Dongli!" Ming Qingyang said weakly, and suddenly when everyone was immersed in sadness, Ming Qingyang couldn't hold back the trace of distress, and hugged Dongli all at once.

Tightly, he held her in his arms.

Hold her tightly, inseparably.

Everything in this world stood still at this moment, only this rare hug made him feel a moment of happiness, and at the same time, it was accompanied by a long process of pain.

Seeing the moment when Ming Qingyang embraced Dongli, Ye Jinmo and Su Qiyu, who were standing at the door, were also moved by this scene and hugged each other.

Su Qiyu burst into tears in Ye Jinmo's arms. She didn't hide her feelings for the scene in front of her at all. Seeing Ming Qingyang suddenly reaching out to hug Dongli, she threw herself into Ye Jinmo's arms Here, I cried so much, I was so moved, as if I wanted to shed all the tears in my life...

"I love you, I'm sorry!" Ming Qingyang whispered in Dongli's ear, and all his feelings were vented to her along with these six words. He really loved her, but he was also sorry for her.

The unbearable pain was finally like a never-ending river, and Dongli was like Su Qiyu. When he heard these six words, Haolang cried loudly.

In this life, he will never cry unscrupulously like this moment again, and will never have this hug again, because he will embrace another woman in the future.

She was so reluctant to let go, and stretched out her brave hand to hug his waist, tightly, making this short hug even closer, making each other immersed in this hug and unable to extricate themselves...