Lian Emperor: Ink Rose

Very nice. I hope it will be updated soon.

Mrs. Li is bad! Author's reply: Hey, I see you again...

After so much dedication and so much time together, how could it be possible not to be moved or moved. However, the mood was blinded by hatred, the face was blurred, and in the end, it fell into silence.

Once upon a time, there was only one face, one smile, one happiness and one life in my world. That bright face can only be his true self when facing me. I can see his soul through that face. That innocent smile only appears childishly in front of me. I looked at that smile and secretly rejoiced that I had the real him all to myself. In such happy days, I would only feel a little lonely when he left occasionally. Looking at the happiness in my hands, I always thought that it was the continuation of life after life. Such a plain life can only be realized in our world. Although he is surrounded by the chaos of the royal family, he always has the ability to protect me behind him, create an illusory world for me, and join hands with me to be happy there. Even if he becomes the master of the world, in front of me, he is just Cang Lian, my Cang Lian. We just want happiness so simply, we just want a perfect world that only belongs to us. But when we are immersed in happiness, we forget that once there is a crack in this world, this illusory other side will collapse in an instant. Even though I knew that such happiness would not last long, and even though there would be uneasiness in such happiness, I never thought that misfortune would come unexpectedly. I had no time to dodge, so I embraced the disaster in my arms. I stupidly thought it was happiness and welcomed it with open arms. Even though I knew that such happiness would not last long, and even though there would be uneasiness in such happiness, I never thought that misfortune would come unexpectedly. I had no time to dodge, so I embraced the disaster in my arms. I stupidly thought it was happiness and welcomed it with open arms. Because none of us thought that the misfortune would come from his blood relatives, his favorite siblings, and his most trusted younger brothers. When that similar face appeared in front of me, I smiled lightly at that person and called his name. Then, I looked at the unwillingness and resentment flashing in that person's eyes, and finally turned into a lonely smile under my gaze, and I felt happy in my heart. Since everyone thinks that my mind is lost, I am willing to live in my own world, a world with only him, letting myself get lost and intoxicated. Since everyone thinks that my mind is lost, I am willing to live in my own world, a world with only him, letting myself get lost and intoxicated. I can anesthetize myself while letting myself hurt him to atone for my sin. I can tell myself that I live in this world just to avenge him. Only I can hurt that person and make him completely desperate and bitingly cold. Just to escape the increasingly obvious voice in my heart, I killed him, I killed the person I loved most. Just because I indulged that person's obsession, I ruined my life's happiness. I always thought it was just a child's temporary obsession, I always thought it was just a boy's temporary confusion. But we have forgotten that we are all too persistent in longing for happiness, too devoted and regardless of everything. Even though I know that there is no such simple cause and effect behind the change of power, I am still overwhelmed by the guilt and haunted by nightmares. In my dreams, I kept repeating that sword strike, his desperate eyes, and the tears in my eyes. Then he struggled to wake up and looked at the sleeping person next to him. He picked up the knife hidden under the pillow many times, but he was shaking and couldn't put it down. Lian accepted it calmly without a trace of resistance, and the deep disappointment in his eyes did not contain a trace of hatred. Perhaps that was fulfillment. Lian always said that he took all the love and attention from his parents and had the perfect love from me all his life, but Lian had nothing. I can't bear to do it because he is Lian's favorite brother. I can't do it because he is the only king of this country. I don't dare to do it because I don't know how far my cruelty can support me. And where is my original self? I just calmly accepted his favor and calmly watched him immersed in that ridiculous happiness, even to the point of abandoning his wife and children. I just watched from the sidelines. It turned out that in this hopeless illusion, the only one who was truly awake was me. I was drunk in the dream between me and Lian and didn't want to wake up. He was willing to accompany me to sink in, to be his brother's substitute, and to forget his own existence. When he buried his head in my hair and sniffed it, when he wiped away my tears at midnight and held me in his arms, I would sometimes wonder, who is that similar face? Who is giving me warmth? I began to be confused, struggled, and tossed and turned. I lost myself in time and the way I came. I began to pray to God to make this all just a dream. After waking up from the dream, Lian still held my hand and smiled at me, and he, still obsessed with those stones, just smiled shyly at me when I wiped away his sweat. I am still sitting in the yard surrounded by flowers and plants, intoxicated with happiness. I began to intentionally alienate him, everyone, and myself. I didn't know where I was, where was my home, and where was my happiness? But why, despite my cold eyes and my neglect, he still chased my figure and captured my gaze as always. Even if he knows that it is not him that I am looking at, that I am thinking of, and that I am thinking of. In love, there is no right or wrong. I can sympathize and pity, but I cannot give love easily. A person can only make a promise to one piece of happiness in his life. My promise has been given to pity, and I have no extra mood to share new love and happiness. Even if there is a little bit of affection, even I can't tell whether it is sympathy or true love. I dare not and cannot, how dare I forgive his murderer, how can I forget that he was alone and happy in that cold world. How can I still have the energy to bear another complete happiness? Just dealing with the fierce love and pretended indifference has made me exhausted. I began to long for death, so that everything would be freed and everything would be over. When she used her blood and her hatred to write a curse on me, I actually smiled. This day has finally come. I took the pill that had been hidden in my arms for a long time, fulfilled her wish of hatred, understood the fate of this life, and understood the life that I should have ended long ago. I looked at him, and suddenly I wanted to reach out and feel his warmth. I struggled hard, but I could only say three words with difficulty. I was so lucky that I couldn't say the rest of the words. I closed my eyes quietly, this life's entanglement finally came to an end. Whenever I look at him, I always remember the pity in my arms and the blood in my hands. But why, I still don't want to end my life in front of him. Why, I think that is cruel to him. I don't want to understand, and I don't want to understand. As for the last words, it's okay not to finish them. It doesn't leave him any hope, so that he won't be lonely or lonely in this world. In fact, I just want to tell him that in the next life, if he finds me before Lian, maybe everything will be different. The twenty-four bridges are still there, and the waves are moving around the moon. Reading the red medicine beside the bridge, I know who I was born for every year.

Oh, hehe, I'm so confused. It's very sad and beautiful. Feng Wu is unconscious, so she should anesthetize herself.

It's a tragedy and a sad drama. . . Chun Da has an inexhaustible supply of abuse material. . . . I was so impressed that I fell into admiration. . .

Oh my god, I originally thought Feng Wu loved Liao, but in the end... Mo This Cang clan...

This queen has a personality, and the Cang family emperor is really lucky =. =

New pit~~~~~~~looking up Love is always so weak in the palace.

Youyouran.~ The sofa is just fine.~ The first sofa of the full text.~ Holding tea.~