Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Huang Ling mumbled, “Everyone who is drunk will say that, just as the mentally ill always say that they are not ill. ”

“...” Fuku listened. He couldn't help but smoke the corner of his mouth. He wasn't really drunk!

Pastoral looked at Huang Ling, “Do you know where worry-free comes from? ”

Huang Ling glanced and nodded: “Yes. ”

“Want to hear a story about her? ”

“I know, she's, like me, a soul crossing, forming a complex relationship. ”

“Not these. ”

Huang Ling glanced, “That's all I know. ”

“Me and Po, we were in the X Dynasty in previous generations. ”

Huang Ling listened and opened his eyes. He looked at Pastoral Ancient in surprise.

She thought Pastoral was joking with her.

But seeing the seriousness of his expression and the slightest sorrow, she felt that he was not joking with her.

To make Huang Ling even more surprised, Gu Xiao's past life is also from the X dynasty?

Pastoral skewers, looking around at Huang Ling with interest, "Do you want to hear it? ”

Huang Ling gave him a white eye, “I've come with you. Do you want to hear it? ”

“For your sincerity, let me tell you something. Me and I have no worries, Po is in the X dynasty...”

……

……

Winds of winter and night, whistling.

The moon was pretty in the first half of the night.

It was dark in the second half of the night.

The moon seemed to go back to sleep, looked up, the whole sky, black as a pot bottom.

Time, like the last half-century...

No, it's like the last millennium.

Huang Ling's whole person is in a bit of a trance, as if he was also in a tunnel...

She sat there, holding her knees in her hands, staring silently at the oil lamp in front of her.

Under the faint lights, her face looked very pale.

When the “story” is over, Pastoral doesn't say much anymore.

There he was, sipping and drinking and eating meat, sipping and sipping.

From time to time, sigh.

“Alas...” Huang Ling sighed with him, picking up the wine next to him and filling it.

The wine was spicy, so spicy that she frowned and her little face was all wrinkled.

“I feel sorry for me, turns out you're more pathetic than me.” Huang Ling turned her head and took a sympathetic look at Pastoral Ancient.

She loved Gu Xiao, only for eight years, and this man, loved a woman, loved to travel through time.

After a painful turn, she didn't end up with the woman she loved and watched her with her best friend.

“No.” Pastoral chuckled, “I can't. It's my choice. If I die, I won't drink Meng's soup. ”

He looked at Huang Ling, his voice was a little choked, “I'm not pathetic, you're pathetic, poor Princess Song Gui. ”

“ …… ”

“You've only loved Ahju for eight years, but she used eight years of youth for Ahju, beating down half of the river mountain, scarred. After building the flourishing palace, she was just a princess, a princess abandoned in the Cold Palace. You can't imagine or experience her three years of painful life in the Cold House. Deep Palace, it's a world of darkness and darkness. ”

“Turns out everything is really meant to be in the middle of nowhere.” Huang Ling was emotional.

“Therefore, he must atone for his sins in this life and repay his debts without fear. ”

“ …… ”

Pastoral looked deeply at Huang Ling, “Do you think he's still the old one? ”

Huang Ling looked at Mugu inexplicably. For a long time, she was surprised by her thoughts. Her eyes were wide open and she looked at Mugu in amazement, “You mean...”