I still remember the king's heart

Seeing that Su Ming drank every drop of the medicine and watched her fall asleep, Sang Yu gently closed the door.

Her footsteps paused, and she turned to Yue Xinyao's room.

"Bang bang—" After knocking on the door twice, the room was quickly opened.

Yue Xinyao seemed to have just taken a bath, with water dripping down from the tip of her hair, her eyes and eyebrows softened a lot under her snow-white shirt, she leaned on the door and looked at her.

"It's okay... I'm going back." It seemed that she was about to go to bed, and Sang Yu walked back knowingly.

"Come in." Yue Xinyao moved half of her body away.

Sang Yu had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow her in.

"What's the matter?" She sat down at the table, holding a blue and white porcelain flagon in her hand and pouring wine into the glass, the room was filled with the aroma of wine.

"I..." Sang Yu stood a little awkwardly, since Yue Xinyao forced her to kiss her last time, she was a little reluctant to touch her.

"If it's a fatal matter, please come back"

What a smart person Yue Xinyao was, how could he not guess her purpose for coming, there was a flash of sadness in his eyes.

"But... is her cold poison really helpless? You are so powerful..."

Yue Xinyao raised her head and drank the wine in the glass. Although it was a mellow and long-lasting pear-blossom white, she would be intoxicated if she drank too much.

"Don't you think you're cruel, Sang Yu?" Although she smiled, there was no warmth in her eyes, "Have you ever thought that this is fair to me?"

Sang Yu was stunned, and closed her eyes slightly, the surging apology in her heart overwhelmed her.

"Sorry... Xinyao"

She made promises, but couldn't deliver.

Just as Sang Yu left and had a cup of tea, Su Ming opened his eyes, got up from the couch, opened the window, and whistled in the dark night, like a night owl.

Not long after, a man in black came in and knelt down on one knee in front of her, "Lord, what are your orders?"

Su Ming got up from the couch, picked up the cold tea on the table and drank it, "Go and find out who is that old woman in the mass grave behind the old house of Sang?"

"Yes." The man in black bowed his head humbly, "but—" he gestured on his neck.

"No, go and find out first, if necessary, I will take action myself." His tone was cold, with a trace of killing intent.

"Yes" the man in black nodded, and disappeared into the night just like when he came.

But after a while, when he opened his eyes again, Sang Yu had already made a decision, walked to the table and sat down.

"I can't do anything, but I can drink with you"

Yue Xinyao smiled, didn't say anything, filled another cup for herself, raised her head and drank it down, the lights were hidden in her glazed eyes, there were scattered stars and a moment of loneliness.

Sang Yu pressed down her hand, put the glass of wine she drank in front of her, and filled it up.

He put it on his lips and took a sip, with a gentle smile in his eyes.

"I, Sang Yu, don't have many friends. You count as one. If it's really possible, I don't want to make you sad."

Yue Xinyao felt the warmth on the back of her hand, raised her eyes and saw her red lips and white teeth, smiling coquettishly.

The rouge on the lips left a slight smear on the porcelain white cup, like the pear blossoms on the branches dyed pink and white, which also made her heart flutter.

"Sang Yu...you...why do you love her?"

She is not as good as Su Ming, she is equally powerful in martial arts, and has power in her hands.

Sang Yu drank the wine in one gulp, filled it up for her again, and when she mentioned Su Ming, her eyes and brows were full of tenderness.

"I love her for being cold and out of the world, graceful and graceful, I love her with a little cinnabar between her brows, she is peerless and elegant, I love her for her high martial arts skills and can protect me from harm, and I love her even more because she is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, she values ​​love and righteousness"

Sang Yu suddenly smiled, like pears and snow falling on a branch in the spring breeze, "Because she is her, I love her, no matter how good or bad she is."

This reason made Yue Xinyao's eyes wet in an instant. She raised her head and drank the wine Sang Yu poured herself. It seemed that her rouge fragrance was still lingering between her lips and teeth, but unexpectedly she coughed in a low voice.

After living for 27 years, the head of Yue Yue felt deeply frustrated for the first time. There is a kind of love that tells you that you will never be her, which is both sad and helpless.

"So... I can't lose her." Sang Yu put his hands on her back, patted her back, and a layer of water welled up in his eyes.

"Can you help me..." Before she finished speaking, Yue Xinyao reached out to grab her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

The jealousy and anger burning in her chest almost consumed her, and it intensified because of the alcohol.

The smell of wine mixed with the smell of rouge mixed with the scent of her body, entangled into a deadly poison, which invaded her lungs and confuses her mind.

So he lowered his head and grabbed his longing lips, tossed and turned, and pushed him against the table behind him.

"Yue..." Just as he uttered a word, he was entangled in even hotter breaths.

Different from Su Ming's gentleness, her kiss is full of determination, a bit helpless, but also lingering, her breath is between her lips and teeth, lingering around her side, I don't know if it is lack of oxygen or what, Sang Yu is a little dizzy God is fascinated.

"Sang Yu, are you asleep?" Su Ruoying whispered from outside the door.

Su Ming frowned slightly, got up from the couch and opened the door, "Sang Yu is not with me"

Su Ruoying was holding a half-worn shirt in her arms, which looked like Gu Cheng's. She froze for a moment, and said in surprise, "It's strange, I came from her room just now and there was no one there. Where did you go this late at night? I want to ask her how to sew the cuffs."

"I don't know" Su Ming shook her head, although her brows and eyes were as cold as usual, she could still see traces of hostility gathered in her eyes.

Su Ruoying curled her lips and smiled silently.

"Yue... Yue Xinyao..." Feeling that the man was getting more and more presumptuous, Sang Yu leaned up slightly, pushed her away, turned her head to the side, and her tone gradually became cold, "Let me go!"

The smile on the corner of Yue Xinyao's lips was sinister, and Sang Yu's small and delicate earlobes were just exposed in front of her eyes, so she lowered her head and leaned closer, exhaling like blue.

"Don't you love Suming very much? I'm really looking forward to what you can do for her."

After finishing speaking, he pressed a little force on her Yaoyangguan acupoint, and Sang Yu's face flushed immediately, and a moan escaped from his lips and teeth.

"This is the Yaoyangguan point. It is usually used to regulate women's irregular menstruation, and it also has the effect of aphrodisiac. Why didn't fate tell you?"

Sang Yu bit her lip, her eyes overflowed with water, her hands were still on her shoulders and pushed her away, "Yue Xinyao...don't...don't make me hate you"

Yue Xinyao bent down and picked her up, walked towards the bed, with a stern look on her face, "I thought I would never force anyone, except you."

Crazy, messed up, everything is wrong, Yue Xinyao knew that she shouldn't do this, but she couldn't help but untie her belt, the fire in her chest became more and more intense, and the whole person was unconscious because of the burning, only one Thoughts, even if you can't get her heart, at least you have to get her people.

Her ghost doctor's pride is not trampled on like this, at least a little bit of it must be recovered from her.

When she was lying on top of her body, her palms were full of nephrite jade, and her skin was so soft that she couldn't stop it. It had been a long time since she felt this kind of palpitation.

Seems like it was many years ago.

When she bent down to kiss Sangyu, the door was slammed open with a bang, Su Ming held Hanguang in her hand, her brows and eyes were three points colder than the blade of a sword, when she looked at the two people entangled on the bed, her body slightly Shaking imperceptibly.

Yue Xinyao subconsciously protected Sang Yu inside, reached out to pick up the sword and at the same time did not forget to fasten her clothes.

This scene was rather like she was the one who interrupted the good show, the corners of Su Ming's lips curled up in a cold arc, and the murderous intent soared into the sky in an instant.

The two of them made a merciless killing move, and the temperature in the room dropped a little.

Sang Yu shivered, gathered her clothes and got off the couch, her voice was crying, "Destiny..."

She clearly saw the sadness in Su Ming's eyes, and she wanted to tell her that it wasn't what you thought...

But so what, how should she explain it, no matter how she explained it, she would jump into the Yellow River and she wouldn't be able to clean it up.

Su Ming swung his sword coldly, brushing off the hair on her cheek, the sword aura pricked her skin, and Sang Yu froze in place, unable to move any further.

Su Ming panted heavily, the hand holding the sword trembled a little, and the cold tip of the sword touched her throat.

Sang Yu blinked, and tears rolled down her cheeks, "Destiny...you believe me...I didn't..."

"Sang Yu!" The point of the sword was about to be stabbed into the throat, Yue Xinyao pulled her anxiously.

Sang Yu vigorously shook off her hand, and went up to meet her again. Because of too much movement, the loosely tied jacket was torn apart in an arc, revealing ambiguous marks on her neck and collarbone, deep and shallow like red plum blossoms falling snow.

Su Ming's eyes were scalding, she closed her eyes slightly, as if losing all her strength in an instant, she slowly put down the sword, the corners of her lips were tight.

When Sang Yu was lying on the bed dying, she had never been so desperate.

"Su Ming" Sang Yu rushed forward and hugged her tightly, hot tears fell into her neck, "I'm sorry, I..."

Su Ming coldly shook her off, there was no more tenderness in the corners of his eyes and brows, and he returned to the indifference and ruthlessness he had when they first met.

"Here, I'll give it back to you." She tore off the sword tassel that she twisted with her own hands from Hanguang, held it in her palm for the last time, and then spread it out and handed it to her.

These hands have gently touched her skin, warmed her and cared for her, and led her through the streets and alleys, with people coming and going.

He also made soup for her hands, hugged her in his arms every night, soothed her fragility and sadness, and dragged her to worship, and made a vow of never leaving.

But now the lines in her palm are still clear, but she no longer has the strength to hold her hand, she just looks at her silently, tears streaming down her face.

Su Ming let go of her hand, Jian Sui fell from mid-air, and when the long tassels flashed across her eyes, she turned and left without looking back.

Every step he took felt like he was stepping on the tip of a knife, and the severe pain in his chest increased. Su Ming gritted his teeth and kept silent, dragging his sword and walking back slowly.

"Destiny!" Sang Yu picked up the sword tassel from the ground, held it tightly in his palm, and stumbled out the door.

Just saw that in the night, the figure as firm as a mountain slowly fell to the ground.

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In fact, the author also likes the head of Yue... The cold is much better, thank you for your concern, touch it!One by one~(≧▽≦)/~