marry a foolish concubine

The forbidden palace seems peaceful, but the palace people who are familiar with the palace are even more worried. No one dares to approach the magnificent Xianhuang Palace!Just because it is the place where Bei Tangxian lives at the moment.

In front of the gate of the two-person high hall, Beitang Lie in a blue-gray robe stood upright in front of the door, with a frightening storm condensed between his brows, and fierce flames hidden in his phoenix eyes, which resembled Beitang Xian, like a The erupting volcano exudes a terrifying aura.

Huang Ziyuan leaned against a pillar as if he had no bones. He was dressed in a purple robe with a face like a jade crown, and his fingers unconsciously ravaged the accessories around his waist. He seemed lazy and idle, and no one noticed the sharp coldness in his eyes.

Suddenly, his unfocused eyes met a stalwart figure who was getting closer and closer, his crimson lips curled up in a sarcastic arc, and he looked straight at the figure, with no fear in his eyes.

"Lie, your uncle is here." Huang Ziyuan's opening was full of sarcasm.

Can you not ridicule?It has been three days since Beitangxian was injured. During these three days, Beitangyun, as the emperor's uncle, stepped into Beitangxian's territory for the first time. Regardless of the rumors that have been circulating at this moment.

The sparks in Bei Tanglie's eyes were ignited in an instant, he turned his head suddenly, looked at the tall and straight white figure, and smiled with his lips curled up, but the line of his lips was stiff with a biting chill: "Six Emperors are here, nephew, should I kneel down and beg you?" install?"

Sharp gaze, aggressive aura, questioning without respect!He was still indifferent to the danger of the emperor's brother, even Beitang Yun who had shown his kindness to the night sky, Beitang Lie really wanted to kill people.

Beitangyun is still dressed in spotless white brocade, his grace is more domineering, but also strangely mixed with a touch of softness and warmth, his clear voice does not have a trace of guilt or retreat: "No need, how is the string?"

Beitangyun concealed the smoldering and cruelty in his eyes, but he was still gentle and refined, with a friendly and natural attitude, not at all like the rumors outside that "Dayun King wanted to watch Prince Xian die." '

"Hmph! Brother Fu is so fateful, whoever dies will not die!" Bei Tanglie replied with a sneer, his fists already clenched, he held back his steps and rushed forward to fight Beitang Yun!

"Oh? You mean that Bei Tangxian can be compared to the Long Live Lord? Although this king also hopes that his nephew will live a long life, sometimes it is better to pay attention to what he says. After all... Beitang Xian is not innocent. Humans are invincible!" Beitang Yun's eyes froze, and his half-smiley words concealed a sharp crisis.

Bei Tanglie turned his face instantly, but was held down by Huang Ziyuan. Huang Ziyuan squinted at Beitang Yun, and his melodious voice was slightly teasing, straightforward and provocative: "Isn't King Dayun right? I really hope that my nephew grows up." Ming Baisui, why are you still watching the fun at the critical moment?"

Beitang Yun's face suddenly turned to one side, but he did not reveal it. In the blink of an eye, his face was neither happy nor angry: "Mr. Huang, this is my king's family matter. It is not appropriate for Mr. Huang to intervene?"

His words were a hidden warning, but they were not explicit. There seemed to be a little fear of Huang Ziyuan in his words, which was really intriguing.

The three big men outside were fighting with hidden dangers, but inside it was oppressive.

The antique room is decorated with carved beams and painted walls. In the room, there is a lit Longyan incense burning slowly. A series of dark tones exude a low-key luxury, just like Bei Tangxian, who is restrained and indifferent.

A petite figure looming behind a glass bead curtain, she was wearing a purple gauze skirt, curled up at the foot of the big bed like a cat under the thin gauze skirt, her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and she was white in the black hair. Porcelain skin is looming.

An Qixi's cat-eyed eyelashes curled and fluttered slightly, and her face was incomprehensibly complicated. She would never forget that day when Bei Tangxian flew towards her recklessly, even though she could dodge the arrow but still ignored it, how touched she was. The impact on her is so deep.

She still couldn't figure out why Bei Tangxian was so desperate to save her?Shouldn't he hate her?She was a substitute who was captured, not the one in his heart, but he actually saved her again and again.

Is it to stimulate An Chuyi?or something else?She couldn't figure it out. For three days, he was so dizzy that she couldn't think about it.

The little hand came to his chest, slowly got into his clothes, and stroked the scar on the left chest that was piercing and twisting around the heart. The chest was a little stuffy. The imperial doctor said that it was fortunate that the right side was injured If the chest is injured on the left side again, even if the heart is damaged twice, even the gods will not be able to save Bei Tangxian!

Has he ever had a broken heart?How lucky he was to survive in ancient times when medical skills were backward!Such a long scar and a hideous wound are enough to prove how deep the injury was at that time, why was it injured?

"Ah!" An Qixi suddenly groaned in pain, and touched her heart with her left hand, where there was a violent twitch just now, as if hit by something sad.

She looked suspiciously at Bei Tangxian's chest injury, she didn't know why, and suddenly felt that such a scene, such heartache seemed familiar, as if she had experienced it before.

The jade hand caressed his slightly thin but still handsome face, and the small head gently rubbed against his neck, with unconscious tenderness and pity, the soft voice lingered between the lips and teeth, as gentle as my whisper Lingling: "Beitangxian, I suddenly feel that you are so familiar, as if, long, long ago, I hugged you like this!"

"You know, you are so complicated, I really can't understand you, you are indifferent, you are gentle, you are cruel, you are affectionate, there are so many you, but which one is you? Is it only when you face The one in An Chuyi... is the real you?"

When thinking that An Chuyi was once lucky enough to receive Beitangxian's wholehearted love, An Qixi felt upset and depressed for no reason, and her arms holding Beitangxian tightened unconsciously, as if she was defending her own sovereignty.

Maybe it really meant that Cao Cao Cao Cao was coming, suddenly there was a commotion and shouting outside the door, which was also mixed with the weak cry of a woman, An Qixi's eyes were like the North Pole of ice in an instant, frozen for thousands of miles!

On the first day of the junior high school!Why is she here?

As soon as she walked to the door, the door was slammed open by someone. The fragrant wind wafted into her nostrils, and a sharp palm wind came, accompanied by An Chuyi's sinister roar: "Bitch! You killed my string!" !"