The Anarchic Consort of the Prince

"Is he still alive?" Rong Jing asked again.

Yun Qianyue's fingers curled up, still silent.

"You talk!" Rong Jing's voice suddenly increased.

Yun Qianyue suddenly closed her eyes weakly, shook her head, and finally opened her lips. Her voice was so dumb, she said hardly: "I don't know. Maybe he is alive, just like me, came to this world, in this world. A corner is alive and well, maybe not, it’s just that I am more attentive, then... that chemical reaction is just a coincidence..."

Rong Jing held Yun Qiangyue's hand tight again.

Yun Qingyue felt the force of pain from her hand, which passed from the palm of her hand, and seemed to pass directly into her heart.

"Yun Qianyue, does your hand hurt?" Rong Jing asked in a whisper suddenly, the voice could not speak softly at this moment.

"Huh!" Yun Qingyue nodded, closed her eyes and didn't open, didn't look at Rong Jing's face.

"Then you know that my heart hurts more than your hand, and it hurts ten million times?" Rong Jing said.

Yun Qianyue pursed her lips again, not knowing how to answer. She never knew that whenever she touched the person in the bottom of her heart, she and Rongjing were as if they were separated by layers of mountains. Perhaps the mountains were more than one layer, but they were heavy mountains. Her heart is endlessly frozen, and his heart is full of sharp thorns. How can those thorns stick to the heart? He hurts, so does she.

Rong Jing suddenly released his hand and stood up.

Yun Qianyue opened her eyes with her eyes closed, and saw that Rongjing no longer looked at her, but turned to stand in front of the bed, facing his face out of the window. He couldn't see his face, like jade's hand behind his back. Crescent-white brocades formed a layer of ice in this short period of time, with a cold breath, and the temperature in the room was suddenly cold because of his breath. She looked at him with a sudden stunned look.

How long have they not been separated because of Xiaoqi? Is it a long time?

As he said, every day should be every year. It's not the kind of hardship that goes through the years, but the desire to make the two people love each other longer. Regarding Xiao Qi, they have been dusted in the same place in the heart of two people. The dust seal in her heart cannot be touched. Rong Jing helped her to stop touching it. She thought that there was a deep conversation. She was willing to try her best to forget and never remember, but some things came suddenly when she had not forgotten.

For example, Xiaoqi may really live in a corner of the world.

Rong Jing suddenly turned around and looked at Yun Qingyue’s eyes. All the emotions in Yun Qianyue’s eyes were absorbed by him. He suddenly lost his gaze, and he smiled bleakly. He stopped looking at Yun Qianyue and stepped outside. Go.

Yun Qingyue didn't think about it, when he passed by her, he buckled his hand tightly and extremely hard.

Rong Jing stepped in, not looking at Yun Qianyue, and shook her hand away.

Yun Qianyue clenched tightly, and seemed to use a lot of effort to keep his hand still in her hand.

Rong Jing seemed to want to break away from Yun Qianyue, and internal force came from his palm, like a cluster of brilliance, flicking Yun Qianyue's hand outward.

Yun Qianyue squeezed her lips tightly, and also moved her internal force. Her fingertips showed a faint cyan color, shining with that brilliance, as if it were a piece of emerald green on the blue stone, as long as you could split it with a little more force, then the emerald green Make jadeite, or crush bones.

Rong Jing suddenly withdrew her internal force and remained motionless. Ren Yunqianyue grabbed her hand and still didn't look at her.

Yun Qianyue's body strength seemed to be slack at this moment. Her sitting body looked up at Rong Jing stiffly. Rong Jing gave her a profile. Even a profile on the profile can make her close her eyes. Knowing his present look, it must be dim, obscure, unspeakable, and bleak. These expressions reflect his heart, which must have been bloodied with countless sharp thorns. Should she say sorry? Who is she sorry? Is it Seven? is her? Is it him? Rong Jing has the right to be angry with her, right to blame her, doesn't she? From beginning to end she was the one who couldn't let go. Even when they love the most, there is a closed heart, temporarily forgotten, thinking that it never happened, but it is in that corner. Once there is a little bit of involvement in the past, she will remember those once engraved The time of entering the bone marrow reminds that there is still someone who is sent away by her...

She doesn't want to look in the mirror like herself, not to mention how Rongjing wants to see it?

Yun Qianyue suddenly closed her eyes and let go of her hand in utter defeat. Her voice was extremely low, and there was a dark taste in her tone, "You go!"

Rong Jing suddenly turned to look at Yun Qianyue.

Yun Qianyue leaned her body softly against the back of the chair, closed her eyes, and covered her eyelashes with her long eyelashes, but she couldn't wave her two thick shadows under her eyes. She thought that if there was a sword piercing her heart now, maybe it would make her and him better than this kind of self.

Rong Jing looked at her, she was so slender, her waist almost barely grasped. Her hands were petite, her hands were fair, but now she is faintly blue, and the cardamom on her nails glows bluish white. Women in this world like to dye their nails bright red, eye-catching and noble. And her nails are always clear blue and white, like clouds and mist. Also like her people. Even though he thought he had seen her through so many years ago, he actually thought he was just looking at the surface of a mountain. Her thoughts, her knowledge, her conduct, her convictions, and the perseverance in her heart, as well as her goodness, or likes and dislikes, and those deep buried things that he could not touch. Between them, what has never been separated is not the identity and status of today's Miss Yun Wangfu and the Prince of Rongwangfu, but the untouchable mountains and peaks.

He thinks he is full of talents and talents. There is nothing in the world that he can't control or can't control, but only her. There is no control, no control, no reach, no reach. Even holding her, it felt too far away. He also felt disheartened in his heart.

The two stood one by one, one looked at the other, and the other closed their eyes. Quietly in the house.

After a long time, Rong Jing suddenly placed his hands on both ends of the back of the chair, wrapped around Yun Qiangyue's shoulders, leaned over and kissed her lips.

Suddenly, it couldn't break.

Yun Qianyue's long eyelashes were trembling, and she seemed to want to open her eyes, but after trembling, she closed her eyes and remained motionless. Ren Rongjing's elegant and snow-like breath wrapped her.

Rong Jing kiss's power seems to be drowning Yun Qingyue, the taste between lips and teeth is familiar. Although it is so intimate and familiar so many times, it is like an addictive poison. It has been tasted again and again, and it is still tireless and willing to sink. , Even if poisoned to death.

Yun Qianyue seemed to feel the lingering taste. It seemed that the sky was sinking, the mountains were shaking, the sea was dry and the rocks were rotten, the tall buildings were falling, the dead bones were gone, and he still would not let her go. She felt the suffocation and felt the consciousness was loosening, but felt the breath of this person more strongly, and she had locked her firmly, giving her a feeling that no matter whether it was life or death, or where it was, death was Wherever there is such a person imprisoned her.

She experienced an unprecedented feeling, and even this feeling caused a deep branding and shock in her heart.

This is an unusual kiss!

Not gentle, not violent, only lingering, it seems that the two are in one. Not **, but eroded bone.

Yun Qingyue felt the consciousness drifting away, and farther and farther, she realized the feeling of death.

Rong Jing let her go at this time and watched her being confined to the chair by him softly, and the people who had once been so energetic were lying there so weakly, their brows and eyes were still beautiful, but the whole body was nowhere to be found Not a weak feeling. It seems that the fallen leaves drifting in the wind, as soon as a gust of wind blows, she will be blown away, or fall to the ground and turn into dust. His heart hurt. Hands clasped her shoulders and yelled, "Yun Qianyue!"

The voice was so dumb, it seemed that there was grit in his mouth.

Yun Qianyue was motionless, as if unheard of.

He shook her shoulders violently, his tone aggravated, as heavy as "Yun Qianyue!"

Yun Qianyue crooked her body twice, her long eyelashes moved, she opened a slit at the eyelids, and gradually opened her eyes. There was a misty mist in her eyes, and she looked at the person in front of her with a daze. .

Picturesque, he is elegant all the time. But this moment of elegance has a hint of urgency and anxiety and pain.

"Yun Qianyue, who am I?" Rong Jing stared at Yun Qianyue's eyes, trying to see herself in her eyes, but there was only a thick cloud. Suddenly his voice lightened a little.

"Rong Jing!" Yun Qingyue spit out two words, his voice dry.

"Are you sure?" Rong Jing still stared at her eyes.

"OK!" Yun Qianyue nodded.

"Are you sure? Not someone else?" Rong Jing asked again.

"No!" Yun Qianyue shook her head.

Rong Jing seemed to see that the cloud and mist faded inch by inch in her eyes. At first it was a small piece of sunny day. He saw his eyes in that small piece of film. Gradually the small piece of sunny day expanded, and the cloud and fog dispersed, and finally became his entire Face. His whole face reflected in her eyes. So clear. His hand clasped on her shoulder snapped tightly again, staring at her eyes, saying one by one: "Shang Qianbi falls Huangquan!"

Yun Qianyue looked at him staring blankly.

"I won't let you go in this life! Even if he is alive, I won't! You remember it, remember it! It's best to remember it! Otherwise, even if it turns upside down, even if you kill him, let him completely change Live as a dead person in your memory and never fade. I will not hesitate." Rong Jing said again.

Yun Qianyue shuddered.

Rong Jing suddenly let her go and stood upright, straightened the folds of the white crescent robe, and stopped looking at her. He walked out of the room, walking as gently and elegantly as before, with the back of the cloud and Gaoyang, and Chilan Yushu.