Cha Qiu didn't seem to hear the meaning of his words. He blinked in confusion and whispered in confusion: "What do you mean?"

The first prince after the new emperor ascends the throne, if he cannot come out of her belly, she will become everyone's target.

Liang Xiuyun should handle this matter rationally.

But he relented: "I'm teasing you..." He carefully pressed his face against Cha Qiu's abdomen and hugged her gently, "Ah Qiu, give me a daughter. It's best to be like you."
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He will protect them.

Definitely!

Perhaps because of the child, Cha Qiu's attitude towards Liang Xiuyun was not as cold as before, and she had the brilliance of motherhood.

This child was the light that suddenly appeared in her hopeless years.

As the months got older day by day, Cha Qiu's body was a little overwhelmed, and she suffered from severe morning sickness, which made Liang Xiuyun feel heartbroken.

This matter cannot be concealed, and soon everyone in the palace will know about it.

It was a hunting trip held every three years, and Liang Xiuyun had to leave the palace temporarily. Before leaving, he gave many instructions to settle down with Cha Qiu.

There must be a sparseness in every hundred secrets.

Their child is gone.

That day, Cha Qiu's personal maid personally brought her a bowl of safflower, saying it was an anti-fetal medicine. She drank it, and she bled profusely that day, and the baby was gone!

Liang Xiuyun didn't care about hunting and rushed back madly that night.

It's still too late.

She was unconscious, lying on the bed, as thin as a paper figure, with tears in her eyes, she was really fragile.

Liang Xiuyun actually began to doubt whether he should take her into the palace.

"Your Majesty, we found out that she is the imperial concubine..." the secret guard reported in a low voice.

The veins on the fingers in the emperor's sleeves popped out. He closed his eyes and said hoarsely for a while: "Suppress the matter."

Suddenly someone gently tugged on her sleeve. The person on the bed woke up at some point. Her dark eyes looked at him, like glass breaking at any time. She said: "Our child is gone."
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"There will be more." Liang Xiuyun gritted his teeth and whispered to comfort her.

"No way... our child is gone, she is gone!" Cha Qiu collapsed in his arms and cried hysterically, as if he had cried all the tears in his life, crying into his heart!

The hot tears spread to her heart, and the pain was heartbreaking. Liang Xiuyun comforted her over and over again.

"What are you going to do with the imperial concubine?" Cha Qiu lay in his arms, tired of crying, and asked one word at a time, staring at him.

Liang Xiuyun paused, not daring to look into her eyes. He heard himself telling her in a low voice: "Aqiu, you can't move now..."

There was a "pop!" sound.

With a slap on Liang Xiuyun's face, all the slaves in the palace were so frightened that they knelt down and did not dare to express their anger.

Liang Xiuyun was hit on the side of the face, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and did not move for a long time.

This matter was suppressed quietly.

Behind the imperial concubine is the huge Dingguo Palace, and the forces in the court are complicated. Liang Xiuyun cannot act rashly until he is not completely sure.

He secretly cast a net and planned how to completely eliminate Duke Dingguo, but he could not tell anyone about all this.

From the day the child died, Cha Qiu felt like a walking zombie, numb.

But Liang Xiuyun knew that she would cry to despair late at night and murmur a person's name in her sleep: "Zhou Heyu..."

That was the first time they met.

In order to deceive her, Liang Xiuyun used her identity.

The tears in the corners of her eyes soaked the pillow. She frowned even when she slept, and her voice was filled with indescribable grievance: "I miss you so much..."

Zhou Heyu.

Zhou Heyu.

Liang Xiuyun was right next to her. Listening to this name, a dull knife stirred in her heart, and blood dripped.

Does she love Zhou Heyu or Liang Xiuyun?

They can never go back to the past.

He held the person in his arms and whispered: "He Yu is here, go to sleep."

"He's dead!"

A calm voice sounded.

Liang Xiuyun met his sarcastic gaze and defeated all his lines of defense.

Later, Cha Qiu tried to commit suicide many times but was stopped. Liang Xiuyun asked her what she wanted.

"Let me go." She knelt on the ground, grabbed the emperor's bright yellow clothes, and choked, "Please, let me go..."

Liang Xiuyun leaned over, half-kneeling on the ground, and kissed her in that position, tasting the saltiness of tears.

He said: "Okay."

Cha Qiu is gone.

He left the palace quietly.

The young emperor stood on the palace wall and watched her leave with his own eyes.

She was like a bird flying out of a cage, never looking back.

The back gradually fades away until it can no longer be seen.

Disappear in the snowy winter!

The glazed tiles of the palace are covered with layers of white snow, and the vermilion walls look like they were built with blood.

The emperor stood on the city wall for a long time, covered with snow, feeling boundless and lonely.

He stood for a whole day before he staggered up and walked to the imperial study room with stiff steps.

Without warning, he fell to the ground in a panic!

A drop of tear melts into the snow.

Liang Xiuyun always felt that love was possession, until Cha Qiu cried and begged him to let her go.

He found that he was more afraid of her death.

The fourth year of their separation.

The wedding of Xu Beihou and Princess Yi Ning is envied by everyone.

The arrogant and cold-hearted General Xie gave everything to his beloved.

But Liang Xiuyun is not Xie Xun. He sits on the highest platform, with thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, unable to give up everything, and is destined to be a loner.

Cha Qiu is not Meng Tangan. She does not have the courage of the other party, nor the determination not to be bound by the world.

But everyone has his own life.

Unique.

Only this life.

The wedding was grand and well-known to the whole world.

The wedding banquet was very lively. Cha Qiu smiled and sent her blessings. During the period, someone kept looking at her...

"Long time no see." Liang Xiuyun said, implying that she had been missing each other for four years and was cautious.

That Ninety-Five Supreme, he loved me to the point of humiliation in front of her, but he could only restrain himself.

A year ago, the Duke of Dingguo's house was executed and his entire family was executed, and the imperial concubine also died.

Liang Xiuyun has full wings and finally does not need to worry about anything else.

It’s still a step too late.

"I..." Liang Xiuyun said softly, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Cha Qiu.

She smiled happily, neither humble nor arrogant, and her eyebrows were more free and easy than before: "I'm married."

Liang Xiuyun was caught off guard and opened his eyes wide. Looking at her, he fell into the endless abyss in that sentence. He was so cold that his teeth were chattering, and he was so slow that he didn't know what to say!

The sun is a bit dazzling, making people shed tears and blurring their vision.

"He is very good to me, and we are very happy." Cha Qiu said, "I hope you are too."

"If..." Liang Xiuyun opened his mouth to say what he wanted to say, but there was no sound, it was extremely suppressed and bloody.

He wanted to ask the unfinished sentence.

If he is willing to let go of everything and live the life she wants with her, is it still too late?
To be continued...