winter festival

"Chief, don't tell Miaoer about this, I'm afraid I will betray her"

"My lord, the old minister understands that you are doing it for her own good"

"Chief, you go down first"

Walking to her bed, took her hand and put it in the palm of his hand.Camus gradually woke up from the dizziness. She was still immersed in the fight just now, struggling with her hands, and slapped the wolf king again.The wolf king took her hand, "Muer, it's me"

"You go, you go away" Camus tightened the quilt on her body, her tears couldn't stop streaming down, and she was raped by Nangong, although it didn't cause any serious trouble, but she couldn't accept herself like this.

"Muer, stop messing around"

This sentence hurt her heart even if it wasn't serious, she didn't expect Shaolang in front of her to downplay this matter so much, she closed her eyes and turned her head, "You go, I don't want to see you"

"You have lost your original demeanor, this king shouldn't be so concerned about you anymore, and now you are so ignorant, you can't see that you are good to each other." She threw off her sleeve robe, leaving a cold back and left.

Camus clutched his chest, the tears couldn't be stopped like a broken bead curtain.A smear of bright red overflowed her vermilion lips, "I will never see you again in the next lifetime".

The next day, Lin Wei announced the emperor's edict to the world, so everyone in the world knew that the prince who died was still alive, and he was the real heir to the throne.Then the truth of Nangong Xiu's ascension to the throne of God will be exposed, and the method of killing the king and brother is extremely cruel.So he deserved what he did.

At noon, Lin Wei took the imperial army and waited personally at Tianyunxuan to take the wolf king back to the palace and ascend the throne of God. "The old slave sees the prince. Now that the country is in turmoil and the country is unstable, the prince please follow the emperor's last edict, go back and succeed the throne, and make peace with the people of the world."

"Since my father has entrusted me, the king will return to the palace later, and you should go back first."

When Lin Wei left, the wolf king couldn't help but appear in front of Camus again. She couldn't bear it, how could she endure the pain of lovesickness, how could she stop worrying about it.

Camus was the first to speak, "There is something I never told you. I met your mother once, and she asked me to tell you that she never abandoned you in her heart. Your identity is doomed to your fate."

"It's all over, Miaoer, there are too many obstacles between you and me, maybe we are destined not to be together"

After Camus heard this, she didn't answer. She looked at the figure from behind, and her heart was full of thoughts.Whispered, "Go back, Miao Er is not worthy to be your wife now, I have no face to face you"

The wolf king wept on her back. Every word she said was hurting her, failing her, telling her to leave, giving up on herself, letting go of this relationship, so that she would not suffer from the pain of love poison.

At the beginning of Yongyuan, Nangong Chi ascended to the throne, and the country name was Yongyuan.The country is stable, the people live and work in peace and contentment, and Persia and the southern kingdom maintain a state of peace for the time being. The eight princesses are the bridge connecting the two countries.

After Camus left the southern country, he returned to Xianwu Mountain with his father to live in seclusion. The wolf king settled down in her heart, and no one mentioned it again, and her love poison did not flare up.Usually, she wove embroidery, played chess, drank tea, and chatted with Xianlao, but she was quite at ease.

In the spring of the second year of Yongyuan, Camus gave birth to a son, and the task of naming it fell on the chief. Of course, the old chief told the wolf king about the happy event. The wolf king was so happy that he couldn't express it. His name, Nangong Zhao, means that he hopes that this child can inherit the great rule in the future.

"Zhao'er, your grandfather gave you the name, and mother is very satisfied." Looking at the baby in the swaddle, her face was pink and tender, she showed a long-lost smile.From then on, she put all her thoughts on her children.

In the third year of Yongyuan, the Southern Emperor married a Persian princess and accepted her as a good concubine.The peaceful relationship between Persia and the southern kingdom has become more stable, but the wolf king has never been lucky enough to visit her, which is why the Persian princess is sad alone while being happy.

In fact, the wolf king did this to delay time.It also made Camus give up her heart completely. She asked the old chief to vent to Camus. After hearing this, Camus couldn't let go of the relationship after all.The appearance of being in pain, woke up countless days and nights in the past year, and passed out again.It's just that no one knows about it.How can it be so easy to forget, how to betray your own deep love when you have already promised for a lifetime.

In the winter of the third year of Yongyuan, the wolf king assembled an army and led thousands of horses to send troops to Persia. Before going out, she wrote a long poem and handed it to Lin Wei.

The wolf king rode on a high horse, his armor clanging, the mighty army followed closely behind her, and the common people gathered around the official road, sending the army away with tears. The wolf king would forget all these kindnesses, if How could he be so cowardly for a while that he almost lost her and became physically damaged.

The horn of the expedition blew the entire imperial capital, and the Persian princess fell to the ground. She knew that she could not stop her, and her only hope that this dream of peace could last longer was in vain.Originally thought that he had no chance with her, but unexpectedly got the title of good concubine. Although he didn't get favored, he was happy to be able to be by her side.But God is so unfair to her, even such a time is short and pitiful.

The author has something to say:

I wrote it in a hurry, and the winter festival is about to end