Tyrant, your vest fell off

CHAPTER 92 – BLESSING
In the dark inner room, under the green gauze curtain wafted by the fragrant wind, Xingye Nan woke up with a splitting headache.

Last night, I looked at the woman whom I had been thinking about for so many years and finally put on a phoenix coronet and Xiapei, but it was not him who was standing beside her holding hands to grow old with her.

He thought he saw it, but his mood fluctuated abnormally all night, hey, the obsession is still too long.

It's easy to fall in love with someone, but if you want to forget her completely, it may be the last time in this life, and you can't let go completely.

Feeling very uncomfortable, he drank a lot of strong alcohol willfully, and finally he was relieved. Everyone was drunk when the wine was not intoxicating. In the end, he was so drowsy that he forgot everything. Presumably, his entourage would He carried it back.

There are bursts of magnolia fragrance from the tip of the nose, which is not the lavender fragrance I am used to.

He raised his fingertips and rubbed his sore forehead, feeling the sound of dense breathing around him in a trance.

Turning his head, he saw a familiar face, the woman's eyelashes moved inaudibly, and he hurriedly and embarrassingly covered his eyes with his arms and fell asleep.

Gong Manman opened her eyes, turned her face gently, she tiptoed up, calmly picked up the scattered clothes on the floor, and put them back on her body one by one.

Putting the Hidden Sword into her bosom, a trace of loneliness flashed on her face, they are all martial arts practitioners, how could she not know that Xingye Nan was taking a nap.

Forget it, how can a person who pretends to be asleep wake up.

"You and I drank too much last night, I wish you what you want, don't worry about it..."

After she gently put down these words, she closed the door and left without looking back.

"Gong Manman, I will take responsibility!"

Xingye Nan sat up and stopped her from leaving.

"After I go back, I will ask my mother to give me a marriage. Don't worry."

The big mistake has already been made, Xingye Nan can only take this remedy and give her a title.

If his queen in this life is not Li Qingmei, then no matter who it is, it will be the same to him.

Rather than asking the queen mother to find an inexplicable noble daughter of a powerful family or a daughter of the mother's clan as the queen, it is better to be her.

At least the two of them are familiar with each other, at least they won't hate each other.

Her footsteps paused, she was silent for a long time, she wanted to smile coolly and calmly reject him, but finally the words came to her lips, but they were stuck in her heart, unable to speak.

She turned and left like a deserter, cursing in her heart:

Gong Manman, you coward, you once killed a person in ten steps, and held a long sword relying on the sky for thousands of miles, but now you were defeated in his eyes, you coward!

Over the years, she has witnessed Xing Yenan's growth step by step from a young emperor who is not favored by everyone to an iron-blooded king who cannot be underestimated.

No one knew how hard every step he took was. The royal road and hegemony have always been buried in graves full of thorns.

Once it is successful, it needs to step on thousands of dead bones before it can be forged.

She accompanied him with the remnants of the Feng clan in Dongping, and swept westward along the coast of the Blue Queen Sea where the clan ruled.

Accompanying him through countless turbulent cold nights where the sun was covered by flags and banners.

He calmly blocked several fatal kills for her, and a sharp arrow pierced his shoulder blade.

She who had always shed blood but not tears, finally hid in a corner and cried heart-piercingly after seeing his hideous scars.

After returning to the big tent and looking at him in a coma, she swore secretly that this was the last time, and from then on, it was her turn to defend him against the storm of swords and swords.

And she really kept her promise.

Almost all the wounds from swords, guns, swords and halberds were collected on her body. Whenever she took a bath, as a woman, she would cry silently at the wounds in the bronze mirror.

But when she thought that he was safe and sound, she felt that every ugly scar on her body seemed to be a happy smile.

(End of this chapter)