The Tip of the Gangster’s Heart

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"When you come, I will give you all, and... and... I have written poems for you..."

As if eager to prove something, the man frantically dug out another box full of letters.

"Look, look, it's all for you, you're here, let me read it to you over and over again, okay..."

With trembling hands, he touched the woman in the portrait, her eyes were moist,

"I'm waiting for you...can you come...I'm not happy, not at all..."

The man clutched his sore and suffocating heart, sobbing softly,

He was barefoot, kneeling on the ground, hugging a lot of portraits, as sad as a weeping little animal.

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Now in the coffin,

The sleeping girl seemed to have sensed something, her fingertips moved slightly,

The fragments who have been healing her wounds naturally discovered it immediately,

They became excited and rubbed against her cheeks affectionately, obedient and soft.

However, the girl only moved a little, but her consciousness was not clear,

Her small face was pale, still lifeless.

Fortunately,

Under the joint force of the fragments, her soul body has been solidified, no longer has the sense of transparency of nothingness.

With the bracelet,

Everything is going in a good direction.

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【Little Wuzi, how about... let's go and confess to Shard...】

The group was confused,

【The madam won't be able to wake up for a while, the fragments will wait forever, maybe... there is no end. 】

"...then you go, come on."

The mist retreated silently.

"As a friend, I would like to remind you that the power of fragments to go crazy is enough to kill you thousands of times."

"Oh, but don't worry, if your soul flies away, I will definitely help you save yourself."

Tuanzi: 【………】

T^T

This is so...

Forget it, let the fragments wait a long time.

Maybe, after thirty or forty years, Madam will wake up.

Tuanzi was so timid that he didn't say another word.

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the next day,

After the morning deliberations,

Gu Qianqi was summoned to the Imperial Study Room alone.

The noble emperor regained his composure, as if the loss of control last night was just a dream.

He was sitting in a high position, with a bit of hostility in his eyes.

Gu Qianqi felt apprehensive, knelt down lowly,

"His Majesty."

"Did you handle the draft list?"

The man's tone was slightly gloomy.

"... Back to Your Majesty, yes."

"All women of the right age and who meet the requirements are on the list."

Gu Qianqi lowered his head, sweating slightly.

In the past few days, he has heard that the emperor is extremely disgusted with beautiful women who enter the palace,

Those who were killed were killed, and those who were punished were punished. There were less than ten of the original forty-nine people.

At the beginning, they still wanted to become officials of the emperor's relatives, but now no one dared to speak out, because they were afraid of drawing fire on themselves.

When Gu Qianqi was summoned alone, he could roughly guess that he could not escape the responsibility,

If the selected person is not good, the responsible person will naturally bear the brunt.

Gu Qianqi lowered his head, not daring to breathe.

Inexplicably, he is now a little afraid of the people on the dragon chair,

"..." The handsome emperor tapped his long fingers lightly, not heavy, but it made the study room become dead silent.

"Do you have a daughter?"

Gu Qianqi was startled, "...Your Majesty, I do have a daughter, but... the little girl fell into the water when she was five years old, and she is... no longer alive."

"..." The emperor paused with his long fingers,

He narrowed his eyes slowly, flashing a trace of coldness,

"died?"