The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

  Chapter 287 Fanwai: Sitting on thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, forever lost loved ones

  Zha Qiu didn't seem to hear the meaning of his words, so he blinked his eyes in a daze, and whispered a little confused: "What do you mean?"

  The first prince after the new emperor ascended the throne, she cannot come out of her stomach, she will become the target of everyone.

  Liang Xiuyun should handle this matter rationally.

   But his heart softened: "Just kidding..." He put his face carefully on Cha Qiu's belly and hugged her gently, "Aqiu, give me a daughter, it's better to be like you."

  He will protect them.

must!

  Xu is because of the child, Cha Qiu's attitude towards Liang Xiuyun is not as cold as before, she has the brilliance of motherhood.

   This child is the light that suddenly appeared in her hopeless years.

   As the months got bigger day by day, Zha Qiu's body was a little overwhelmed, and the morning sickness was so bad that Liang Xiuyun felt bad.

   This matter could not be concealed, and soon everyone in the palace knew about it.

   It was a hunt that was held every three years. Liang Xiuyun had to leave the palace temporarily.

   One hundred secrets must have a sparse.

   Their child is gone.

   That day, Cha Qiu's personal maid personally served her a bowl of red flowers, saying it was a contraceptive pill, she drank it, and the day was bleeding, the child was gone!

  Liang Xiuyun didn't care about hunting, so he rushed back in a frenzy that night.

   is still too late.

   She was unconscious, lying on the bed, thin like a paper figure, with tears in her eyes, she was really fragile.

  Liang Xiuyun actually began to doubt whether he should bring her into the palace.

   "Your Majesty, I found out, it's the noble concubine..." The dark guard reported in a low voice.

   The veins of the fingers in the emperor's sleeves bulged, he closed his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Press things down."

The sleeve of    was suddenly pulled gently by someone, and the person on the bed woke up at some point, looking at him with dark eyes, like glass that shatters at any time, she said, "Our child is gone."

   "There will be more." Liang Xiuyun gritted his teeth and comforted her in a low voice.

   "No...our child is gone, she is gone!" Cha Qiu collapsed in his arms and cried, hysterically, as if he had cried all the tears of his life and cried into his heart!

  Hot tears spread to her heart, and the pain piercing her bones, Liang Xiuyun comforted her over and over again.

   "What are you going to do with the imperial concubine?" Cha Qiu lay in his arms, tired of crying, asked word by word, staring at him.

  Liang Xiuyun stopped for a while, and he didn't dare to look into her eyes. He heard himself say to her in a low voice, "Aqiu, I can't move now..."

   "Crack!".

   A slap slapped Liang Xiuyun's face, and all the servants in the hall were so frightened that they knelt down, not daring to let out the air.

   Liang Xiuyun was hit in the face, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and he didn't move for a long time.

   This matter was silently suppressed.

  Behind the imperial concubine is the huge Dingguo mansion, and the power of the court is intricate. Before he has full confidence, Liang Xiuyun cannot act rashly.

   He secretly cast a net, planning how to get rid of Ding Guogong completely, but he couldn't tell anyone about all this.

   From the day the child died, Cha Qiu was like a walking corpse, numb.

   But Liang Xiuyun knew that she would cry to despair late at night, and whispered a person's name in her sleep: "Zhou Heyu..."

   That was their first encounter.

  Liang Xiuyun used the identity to deceive her.

   Tears from the corners of her eyes soaked the pillow, she frowned even when she was sleeping, her voice was indescribable grievance: "I miss you so much..."

   Zhou and Yu.

   Zhou and Yu.

  Liang Xiuyun was beside her, hearing the name, a dull knife stirred in his heart, blood dripping.

   Does she love Zhou Heyu or Liang Xiuyun?

   They will never go back to the way they were before.

   He embraced the man in his arms and whispered, "He Yu is here, sleep."

"he died!"

   sounded without any waves.

   Liang Xiuyun met his sarcastic gaze and defeated all his defenses.

   Later, Cha Qiu tried to commit suicide many times, but was stopped. Liang Xiuyun asked her what she wanted to do.

   "Let me go." She knelt on the ground, grabbed the emperor's bright yellow robe, and choked, "Please, let me go..."

  Liang Xiuyun leaned over, half kneeling on the ground, kissed her in that position, and tasted the saltiness of her tears.

   He said, "Okay."

  Cha Qiu is gone.

   Quietly left the palace.

   The young emperor stood on the palace wall and watched her leave with his own eyes.

   She was like a bird that flew out of its cage and never looked back.

   The back gradually drifted away until he could no longer be seen.

   Disappear in the snowy winter!

  The glazed tiles of the palace are covered with layers of white snow, and the walls of vermilion are like blood.

  The emperor stood on the city wall for a long time, covered with snow, boundlessly lonely and desolate.

   He stood for a day before he staggered up his stiff footsteps and walked towards the imperial study.

   Without warning, the wolf fell to the ground!

   A tear melted into the snow.

  Liang Xiuyun always felt that love was possession, until Cha Qiu cried and begged him to let her go.

   He found that he was more afraid of her death.

   Their fourth year apart.

   Xu Beihou and Princess Yining got married, which everyone envied.

   That arrogant and cold-hearted General Xie gave everything to his beloved.

   But Liang Xiuyun is not Xie Xun. He sits on the highest platform, with thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and he cannot give up everything. He is destined to be alone.

   Cha Qiu is also not Meng Tangan, she does not have the courage of the other party, nor does she have the determination not to be bound by the world.

   But everyone has their own life.

   Unique.

   For this lifetime only.

  The grand wedding is known to the world.

  The wedding banquet was very lively, and Cha Qiu smiled and sent her blessings. During this period, someone kept looking at her...

   "Long time no see." Liang Xiuyun said, implying four years of separation and being careful.

   That Ninety-Five Supreme, he was so humble in love in front of her, but he could only restrain himself.

  Dingguo's mansion was beheaded a year ago, and the imperial concubine also died.

  Liang Xiuyun is full of wings and finally doesn't need to care about other things.

   is still a step too late.

   "I..." Liang Xiuyun said softly, but he was interrupted by Zha Qiu before he finished speaking.

   She smiled and said, neither humble nor arrogant, her brows were more free and easy than before: "I'm married."

  Liang Xiuyun widened his eyes unexpectedly and looked at her. In that sentence, he fell into an endless abyss, so cold that his teeth were chattering, and he was so slow that he didn't know what to say!

  The sun is a bit harsh, making people shed tears and blurring their vision.

   "He is very good to me, we are very happy." Cha Qiu said, "I hope you are too."

   "If..." Liang Xiuyun opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but there was no sound, he was suppressed to the extreme, bloody.

   The unfinished sentence, he wanted to ask.

  If he was willing to let go of everything and accompany her to live the life she wanted, would it be too late?

That's too late!

   After the wedding banquet, Cha Qiu said goodbye to Liang Xiuyun: "Don't see you again in the future, I wish you a bright future."

The moment    turned around.

  Zha Qiu let himself burst into tears.

  People's hearts are really small, and they can only hold one person in a lifetime.

   But they can't go back to the past.

   A humble servant like duckweed is not worthy of the most honorable emperor in this world.

   He wants to sit on a high platform, guard the country, and spend the rest of his life with well-informed ladies and gentlemen.

  …

   When Liang Xiuyun was young, he was an unfavored prince, and his biological mother was a palace maid with a humble status.

   When he was beaten to the point of dying, a hand was placed on his forehead.

   The little girl said in a tender voice, "Don't be afraid, my mother said, be strong."

   Behind her is the bright sunshine of March.

   Later.

  He found her.

   And later, he lost her.

  He sits on thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and he will never lose the person he loves!

   (end of this chapter)