Empress is a black heart lotus

Chapter 119 I'm Just a Dispensable Pawn in Her Hands
"Since you don't want to continue living in the dark and want to change this situation, why don't you try to change it?"

"Change?"

Nan Fengchen suddenly laughed, and the bleeding lips he bit were mocking: "I'm just a dispensable pawn in her hands. If I wasn't the heir of the royal family, it would still be useful for her to keep me. Like her father, she was poisoned to death by her."

"Your father was poisoned to death by her?"

"She hates her father so much. She hates her father for killing her beloved man and depriving her of her life's happiness. How can she make her feel better? It's just a pity for my father. He has deep affection, even if he knows that the vicious The woman puts poison in his food every day, as long as it is served by her, he is willing to drink it."

Murong Wan squatted down in front of him.

Looking at the scarlet tears of the young man, even the moist tears dripping down are mixed with traces of blood, how desperate is it to be able to hold back and say these words?

He had heard about his deeds in Nanguo from Pei Qilian a long time ago, now that he heard it from his own mouth, Murong Wan seemed much calmer.

"Concubine Jin is easy to say, Nanguo is full of her confidantes, no one obeys me, but if I have the slightest intention of rebelling, even if I say a wrong sentence"

He took off his brocade robe in front of her, and the scarred skin was wrapped inside the snow-white brocade robe.

Rot, old wounds, new wounds, no bandages, where some are scarred, and some are festered, it is of no benefit.

A young man with a bright and handsome appearance, but in fact, his body has long been tortured and swollen. The exposed skin color is a rich and deep black and blood color. There is no good-looking place to be found. It is ugly and ugly, which makes people look at it. Feeling cold in his heart, what kind of torture has he endured all these years?
To him, these pains and wounds seemed so unworthy of mentioning, some of his clothes were stuck to those new wounds, and he didn't seem to feel any pain.

The young man pursed his thin lips tightly: "I'm just a puppet. I'm the one who's sorry for the people of the southern kingdom. I have no face to be their king. Only when I suffer all the suffering in this world and empathize with them can I be compensated. I hope that in the next life, the world will No more Southland, no more of them."

What the man said is deplorable.

Seeing the injury on the man's body for the first time, Murong Wan's pupils suddenly shrank.

In her previous life, she was also tortured and bruised and riddled with holes.

I don't know if it was because of her previous life, but she and the man in front of her seemed to hit it off.

Lift him up from the ground.

Just haven't waited to touch him.

He was preempted by Qiaoyu who was beside him, and helped him up from the ground: "Madam, if a man and a woman don't want to kiss each other, it's better to be a servant."

Hearing this, Murong Wan had no choice but to stop.

"In this world, there is nothing that cannot be changed, as long as you want to change. Even if the whole Nanguo is full of her confidantes, so what?"

Murong Wan looked at him: "After suffering all kinds of hardships, as long as people keep their original intentions, there will always be a day when the sky will be clear and the sun will rise."

Her words made the young man raise his head, and those scarlet and dark eyes seemed to slowly glow with some light, but soon, the light and thin light disappeared quickly.

He smiled, and the self-mockery on the corner of his lips was so obvious: "Will it be?"

With 30 soldiers in her hands, she will become even more unscrupulous and wantonly offend the small countries on the border. At that time, those small countries will join forces to attack the southern country. At that time, let alone him, even Nan Yueshuang, who is determined to die , also to no avail.

(End of this chapter)