Chapter 111 Regret

Song Wuyou was surprised, wasn't she on the battlefield? Why did you suddenly return to the cold palace?

"The Emperor is here!"

"The Empress is here!"

Suddenly, Eunuch Gao's voice came from outside.

Song Wuyou was shocked, Dongfang Xuan?

Before Song Wuyou could calm down, the dilapidated door was pushed open with a creak.

Immediately, two gorgeous figures appeared.

Dongfang Xuanyi wore a yellow brocade robe with a dragon pattern and black phoenix boots.

Thick eyebrows like swords, eyes like falcons.

The sharp phoenix eyes, exuding the aura of a king, domineering sideways, extremely cold.

With him came the queen.

The queen is dressed in a noble black brocade robe, which is graceful and luxurious.

"East……"

As soon as Song Wuyou said a word, the queen suddenly came forward, slapped her, and said sternly: "Bold! Can you call the emperor's name directly?"

A slap down, Song Wuyou's face, burning pain.

She covered her face, glared at the queen with cold eyes, and then looked at Dongfang Xuan: "Why? Why do you do this to me?"

She suppressed her hysterical roar and stared at Dongfang Xuan fiercely: "What did I do wrong? You want to punish my nine clans and give me Bai Ling?"

Dongfang Xuan looked at her coldly, "You did nothing wrong."

"You're right, why are you doing this to me?"

"You are more valuable than living." The man opened his thin lips and spit out ruthless words.

The queen looked at her proudly, with a sneer at the corner of her mouth.

"..." Song Wuyou heard this, his heart was cut like a knife, and two lines of tears kept shedding.

Is it worth more to die than to live?

They're all dead, so what's the value?

Song Wuyou's heart is like water, he doesn't love her anymore.

He is now sitting on three thousand beauties in the harem, forgetting how she has accompanied him all the way in the past eight years.

She turned away from them, and burst into tears.

Dongfang Xuan looked at her thin back coldly, the hands in the dragon sleeves were tightly clenched into fists...

...

"It hurts?" Gu Yanhao frowned when he saw tears streaming from the corners of Song Wuyou's eyes, feeling a little distressed.

With his fingertips, he gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Song Wuyou's eyes, and the dark phoenix eyes became extremely deep.

He looked at her with eyes like stars, with tenderness and compassion in it.

Throwing it from the horse's back and smashing it into the sculpture, how can it not hurt?

Fortunately, there was no fracture, and no surgery was required, otherwise it would have been more painful.

Drying the tears from the corners of his eyes, Gu Yanhao didn't know how distressed he was.

He thought of her last car accident, where she even lost her child. The injury was more serious that time. Was she also crying in a coma?

He now regrets that he didn't come to accompany her when she was injured—

...

"Snapped!"

The bedside lamp in the bedroom suddenly turned on.

Mu Gu suddenly sat up on the bed.

His breathing was a little hurried, panting softly.

The peach blossom eyes that have always been warm, at this time, there is a light that is difficult to calm.

He had that dream again.

This kind of dream is often done.

Before, he didn't feel anything, he thought that he had read too many fantasy novels.

But when he heard the words Song Wuyou said before he fell into a coma, he didn't think it was a normal dream.

Mu Gu's heart was tumbling with emotions like a stormy sea at this time.

His eyes became incomparably deep, like a thousand-year-old lake, bottomless.

Mu Gu glanced out the window, oh, is it already dawn?

He got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom barefoot, ready to go downstairs to make breakfast.

"Big sister, are we going to the hospital to see that bitch today?" Before entering the kitchen, Song Jiumei's angry voice came from inside.