Fierce Concubine: Reborn as a Vicious Queen

"Tolerance?" He chuckled, a hint of sarcasm and ridicule raised on the corner of his lips, "For Xuanyuan Qihuang, you can tolerate anything, right?"

She closed her eyes and no one could understand her. She once thought he could, but she didn't expect that he could not.

So she, Su Yueming, her past and present lives, will eventually die in the rotten memories that cannot be looked back on.

She opened her eyes and suddenly burst into a slight smile.

Her face was so dirty, but her smile was like the orchid buds in the deep valley. One morning, after a gust of wind, it bloomed unexpectedly.

Murong Canghai's cold face appeared for a moment of daze-

Her eyes were bright and shining with a bright and pure light like stars. Their eyes were tough but soft, cold and lonely, exactly the same as the one he knew before, and there was no change at all.

"Do you want to go back to Dazhou?" he asked.

Su Yueming looked up at him and asked, "Will you still ask me to go back?"

He looked into her eyes as if he was trying to see something inside, but after looking for a long time, he suddenly stood up and looked at her coldly, saying-

"No, even if you die, you can only be buried in the land of Daqin. I will never let you go back!"

After saying this, he got on the horse again, waved a long whip in his hand, and the whip grabbed Su Yueming's waist and pulled it lightly. Su Yueming suddenly flew into the air and then landed steadily on his.

In the arms.

He looked down at the exhausted woman in his arms, saying—

"Maybe, when you become the food in the mouth of the male lion, it may run back to the land of Dazhou."

The horse ran up again, and she was placed in his arms, and followed the galloping horses to the place where they were going to hunt.

"Ao..."

From a distance, she heard a terrifying roar of lions. The lion was probably injured, and all the howling sounded particularly terrifying.

"Your Majesty, it's here! Let me do it."

Gong Yue's excited eyes flashed with anticipation.

Murong Canghai's eyes flashed, and a dangerous breath silently scared Gong Yue. He realized that he seemed to have made the King of the North Court unhappy, so he immediately lowered his head and retreated.

Murong Canghai looked at the stubborn woman in his arms, his face sank and his hands relaxed. Su Yueming rolled down the horse's back. The iron chain fell to the ground, making a clanging sound.

His hand slowly raised and everyone retreated.

On the vast and desolate yellow grass, there was only a woman covered in bruises.

Murong Canghai's eyes narrowed slightly.

Her clothes were torn, and her two tender calves of Bai Xi were exposed to the dim air. In this world full of men and hunting, there was a particularly thrilling softness.

Because the iron rings were pulled all the way, the flesh on the ankles had been deeply cut, revealing the bones inside, and the smell of blood was emitting in the air.

Gong Yue put his hand in his mouth and made a strange sound.

As soon as the voice fell, everyone clenched the reins in their hands, and a nervous expression appeared on their faces.

"Ao...ao..."

Accompanied by the terrifying screams, a wounded male lion smelled the popularity in the air and dragged its huge body out.

When he saw the woman lying on the ground curled up in a ball, covered in scars, his eyes suddenly showed a fierce and excited look.

"Tolerance?" He chuckled, a hint of sarcasm and ridicule raised on the corner of his lips, "For Xuanyuan Qihuang, you can tolerate anything, right?"

She closed her eyes and no one could understand her. She once thought he could, but she didn't expect that he could not.

So she, Su Yueming, her past and present lives, will eventually die in the rotten memories that cannot be looked back on.

She opened her eyes and suddenly burst into a slight smile.

Her face was so dirty, but her smile was like the orchid buds in the deep valley. One morning, after a gust of wind, it bloomed unexpectedly.

Murong Canghai's cold face appeared for a moment of daze-

Her eyes were bright and shining with a bright and pure light like stars. Their eyes were tough but soft, cold and lonely, exactly the same as the one he knew before, and there was no change at all.

"Do you want to go back to Dazhou?" he asked.

Su Yueming looked up at him and asked, "Will you still ask me to go back?"

He looked into her eyes as if he was trying to see something inside, but after looking for a long time, he suddenly stood up and looked at her coldly, saying-

"No, even if you die, you can only be buried in the land of Daqin. I will never let you go back!"

After saying this, he got on the horse again, waved a long whip in his hand, and the whip grabbed Su Yueming's waist and pulled it lightly. Su Yueming suddenly flew into the air and then landed steadily on his.

In the arms.

He looked down at the exhausted woman in his arms, and said—

"Maybe, when you become the food in the mouth of the male lion, it may run back to the land of Dazhou."

The horse ran up again, and she was placed in his arms, and followed the galloping horses to the place where they were going to hunt.

"Ao..."

From afar, she heard a terrifying roar of lions. The lion was probably injured, and all the howling sounded particularly terrifying.

"Your Majesty, it's here! Let me do it."

Gong Yue's excited eyes flashed with anticipation.

Murong Canghai's eyes flashed, and a dangerous breath silently scared Gong Yue. He realized that he seemed to have made the King of the North Court unhappy, so he immediately lowered his head and retreated.

Murong Canghai looked at the stubborn woman in his arms, his face sank and his hands relaxed. Su Yueming rolled down the horse's back. The iron chain fell to the ground, making a clanging sound.

His hand slowly raised and everyone retreated.

On the vast and desolate yellow grass, there was only a woman covered in bruises.

Murong Canghai's eyes narrowed slightly.

Her clothes were torn, and her two tender calves of Bai Xi were exposed to the dim air. In this world full of men and hunting, there was a particularly thrilling softness.

Because the iron rings were pulled all the way, the flesh on the ankles had been deeply cut, revealing the bones inside, and the smell of blood was emitting in the air.

Gong Yue put his hand in his mouth and made a strange sound.

As soon as the voice fell, everyone clenched the reins in their hands, and a nervous expression appeared on their faces.

"Ao...ao..."

Accompanied by the terrifying screams, a wounded male lion smelled the popularity in the air and dragged its huge body out.

When he saw the woman lying on the ground curled up in a ball, covered in scars, his eyes suddenly showed a fierce and excited look.