Peerless Concubine: Ghost King, this palace wants to rob

Chapter 299 [I can't bear to kill; forget, I can't forget]

"Fuu." She lowered her head and called out.

Fu Que who was outside the door hurried in, "Miss, the servant is here."

"Go to the Hot Pot Bar." She raised her eyes to look at Fu Que, but her eyes glanced at the brand-new purple-gold stove in the room, "Where did you get it?"

"It was sent from the palace." Fu Que filled the basin with a few more pieces of charcoal.

The woman narrowed her eyes and looked away, "Well, go to the hot pot of wine."

Fu Que hesitated, but still nodded, "Okay."

In the quiet sandalwood study room, all the furnishings have been changed, and it is completely impossible to see what the study room of Jinnan Prince used to be. Even the windows have been replaced with other wood, but she can still smell the smell that belongs to him in this room. the taste of.

Chen Lingling sighed, this person is just a bitch.

I have already left, I have already divorced you, why should I still keep thinking about it.

She didn't choose to leave Yongling, but chose to go to the battlefield to fight for his country, not because of infatuation, but because she couldn't forget the person in her memory.

In a person's life, it is not easy to meet the right person, and it is even more difficult to meet someone who can talk about everything and make you like and love in every aspect.

But there are some people who choose to leave quietly when you are most powerless to stop them. Even if you watch helplessly, you can only sigh helplessly, but you can't do anything.

Some people can only think about it, just quietly let him pass by your whole world.

Just stick to some unforgettable and indelible memories to spend the rest of my life full of regrets.

Chen Lingling thought about killing him. Even if he couldn't belong to her forever, she didn't want him to stay by someone else's side. She had a temperament of vengeance, and said that things that couldn't be kept were not worth caring about.

And that's because it's not enough love, if you really love, how can you be willing for him to guard another woman, but when you appear in front of him with a knife, or when he is still standing in front of you like before, At that moment, you still couldn't bear it.

Because that's the man you love, the one you've treated with all your heart.

The withered leaves outside the window are like butterflies with broken wings, they can only let the wind blow, and they have no right to protest no matter where they blow.

A strong sense of powerlessness welled up in her heart, and the corners of Chen Lingling's eyes suddenly became moist.

Kill, can't bear; forget, can't forget.

The killer's indifference seemed to be imperceptibly wiped away by the man's gentleness.

"Miss, the wine you want." Fu Que came in with a jug of wine, and ordered: "You drink less, it will hurt your health."

The woman took the jug, put it on the tip of her nose and smelled it, "It's just cold and I want to warm myself up, so go out."

"Yes." Fu Que gave her a worried look before walking out.

The wine was very strong, and Chen Lingling could feel it from the first sip.

She smiled, Fu Qu really understood her, she knew that she didn't like tasteless wine.

The alcohol was strong because of the high alcohol concentration. After three mouthfuls, Chu Lingling felt his face was burning and his stomach was a little hot, but his mind became clearer and clearer.

The autumn wind accompanied the smell of wine lingering around the woman, her eyes gradually blurred, and gradually, she seemed to see a figure standing not far from the door of the study.

The figure was tall and mighty, the corners of his black clothes fluttered in the wind, and the man's hair fluttered in the wind, his deep eyes were filled with displeasure, and his thin lips were pursed, as if he was very angry. not happy.

The woman stroked the snow-white hair on her forehead, twisted her eyes for a long time, then suddenly laughed, lowered her head halfway, but her eyes were fixed on the man not far away, and the red blood in her eyes slowly climbed up her entire pair of eyes. In the eyes, crystal clear and stubborn tears swirled in the bottom of the eyes, but they refused to flow down no matter what.

"Jiaye..."

She raised her head, took a sip of the spirits, and murmured.

(End of this chapter)