Chapter 1901

Beiyue dance has long heard that Murong Jiancheng has found a woman, as if in love.

She just didn't expect Murong Jiancheng to take this woman into the White House and his room.

That's fast.

At this time, Murong Jiancheng in the room noticed her eyes. He looked sideways and looked over.

Their eyes collided in the air.

Murong Jiancheng looked at Beiyue dance with deep eyes and didn't speak.

Elle smiled politely, "Hello, Mrs. shellfish, my name is Elle."

Bei Yue nodded his head and smiled impeccably. "We're going to dance later. Let's go down with Miss AI."

With that, Bei YUEWU left with Jun Xiqing.

……

There was no one outside. Murong Jiancheng didn't take back his eyes. He looked at the direction where Bei Yue dance disappeared for a long time.

Cough.

Cough.

Murong Jiancheng coughed a few times. He reached out and coughed up blood on his hand.

"Monarch, are you all right? I'll give you medicine." Elle ran nervously to get the medicine.

"Go and close the door first." Murong built a low sound channel.

As soon as Elle stagnated, she quickly turned back and closed the door.

After taking the medicine bottle and pouring out two tablets, AI Lei handed over the warm water, "monarch, you didn't tell President Lu about your current physical condition, let alone let Mrs. Bei know, didn't you?"

Murong Jiancheng's handsome and calm face showed a morbid pallor, "Yeming doesn't need to tell him. As for her... Don't let her know."

"However, I can see that you are very concerned about Mrs. Bei. Mrs. Bei is concerned about what happened 26 years ago. She has always misunderstood you and Dongfang Wanqing. Now the truth is. I think as long as you open your heart knot, Mrs. Bei will return to you."

Murong Jiancheng was silent. His tall and straight body was plated in the dim yellow light and pulled out a solitary silhouette.

The nearly 50 year old emperor grew up in the feudal White House and experienced the ups and downs of imperial power. During the decades of the separation and turmoil of the Baron, he always sat in the central palace and planned strategies. He devoted his life to his country, worthy of the word "monarch".

However, he was tired for a long time and became ill with worry. He had entered the late stage of myocardial infarction.

Murong Jiancheng shook his head. "Forget it, she is still young. She was most natural and unrestrained when she was young. Later, she married me. I know she suffered a lot of grievances."

"She wore those clothes that didn't fit her feet for me and didn't tell me that her feet were scuffed and blistered; for me to please the first emperor, the first emperor threw water on her face and wiped it dry with a heartless smile; one day I saw her call her brother. After playing, she lay on the table alone and cried secretly."

"That year she was only 18 years old. She was no longer the former Beiyue dance for me. There were no relatives or friends in the palace, but only a cage to lock her."

"But she was very happy every day. She whispered softly to me and took good care of me. On the night of her wedding, she said she wanted to be white headed, and I remembered it all my life."

"I wanted to protect her, but in front of the former Emperor, I still entered the room of Dongfang Wanqing that night. Later, she abandoned her husband and son and rode away. The yellow sand rolled and rolled. She never looked back at me. In fact, I never blamed her."

"I know she is an extremely simple and pure woman. She was born like a summer flower and lived for love all her life. She fell in love with someone, such as a moth to the fire. She doesn't allow a little betrayal. If she betrays, she will abandon you even if it hurts. She is such a woman."

"She and I have missed the whole 26 years. She is used to living a free life outside. How can I trap her and drag her down?"

"She is still young, and Yeming is also a very filial child. Let her go and make her happy."

Elle listened to these words and covered her face with tears.

In fact, the story she heard is very simple. Murong Jiancheng and Bei Yue dance haven't been together for half a year. Murong Jiancheng is a piece of wood and hasn't done anything romantic.

However, I was very moved.

Moved people to tears.

It has been twenty-six years since I snapped my fingers.

He is no longer the spirited Murong Lang in those days, and she is no longer the Witch of the generation who charmed an era in those days. But in a trance, he and she seem to stay in that day. The cold palace city is full of red candles. He stretched out his hand and held her in his arms. He listened to her story of "white head and one heart"

That's also the story of him and her.

……

Downstairs, Jun Xiqing looked at Lu Yeming and whispered, "don't look at Oriental Wanqing too strictly. I'll catch big fish with her."

Lu Yeming hooked his thin lips, "Yuan Ming?"

"I don't know who I want to take off your face twenty-six years ago."

Lu Yeming looked at her and picked out some smiles from the narrow tip of his eyebrows. "There's something wrong with the medicine you gave Dongfang Wanqing today. Although you can control the overall situation, your move is too desperate."

"It's worth the risk. After all, I solved the feud between my tetragonal love and my aunt 26 years ago."

There is light in the soul eyes of Jun Xiqing. Coupled with this long skirt of starry sky and sea, it is particularly bright and dazzling.

Lu Yeming's eyes became dark and hot.

Jun Xiqing ignored him and turned away.

At this time, Mu Yanfeng came from the front, "Qingqing, I'm going to dance. Can I ask you to dance?"

Mu Yanfeng invites Jun Xiqing to dance.

Before Jun Xiqing spoke, Feng Sinan came over, "Miss Jun, can I invite you to dance?"

Feng Sinan also invited her to dance.

Jun Xiqing, who was invited by two men at the same time, "..."

I'm flattered.

At this time, a low magnetic voice came from behind, "is it really good for you to invite my woman to dance in front of me?"

Jun Xiqing looked back. Lu Yeming pulled out his long legs and came in.

He stood tall and handsome in front of her, and then the gentleman handed out his big palm, "Qing Qing, dance with me, huh?"

Jun Xiqing didn't speak yet. "Pa", a hand stretched out and directly knocked off Lu Yeming's big palm.

Beiyue dance came and protected Jun Xiqing in front of her. She looked at Lu Yeming and said, "go away and play. Don't want to harm Qing."

Lu Yeming, "..."

"Feng Shao, Mu Shao, don't think about it, Qingqing. Let's go." Beiyue dance took Jun Xiqing away.

Three men, "..."

……

Beiyue dance pulls Jun Xiqing aside. Jun Xiqing is very grateful. She really doesn't want to choose one.

At this time, Murong Jiancheng led AI Lei into the dance floor, and the two began to dance gracefully.