He had never been as afraid of death as he was at this moment. His arms could cut the flesh, but what if the poisonous blood entered his heart?

Looking up at Yue Nanchen lazily, Shui Yao knew that comforting her was useless. She could only find the antidote quickly.

But after a few minutes, she cursed fiercely, "This old woman is really cunning. The four bottles of antidote don't match the ones here. How do I know which one is the real one?"

Yue Nanchen leaned forward, watching her gritting her teeth and cursing, and suddenly curled his lips, with a strange light flashing in his eyes. It was worth it to see her caring about him before he died!

"You should have a good rest. Believe me, I will definitely find the antidote!" Shui Yao whispered, softening her tone involuntarily.

"Okay!" Yue Nanchen closed his eyes obediently, but felt her presence with his whole body and mind.

Shui Yao raised her eyebrows. This man only became so obedient when he was hurt. She got angry when she thought of how he would pinch her neck at every turn. Now he can't do that, right? ?

Shui Yao walked out, and the man slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the bony arms with disgust. Even if he was going to die, he would hug that old woman and be buried with her. With that old woman around, the Miro Kingdom would attack Nanyue sooner or later!

A figure sits quietly in front of the window, watching the sunrise and sunset.

"Princess, you can't go in!" The maid's voice came from outside the door, and then the door opened, "A Luo!"

It's Nan Han! A Luo's eyes trembled, and he restrained all his emotions and looked back calmly, "Princess, what's the matter?"

Nan Han pushed the maid aside and walked in front of him, "A Luo, tell me, does our marriage not count?

Is your father going to attack Nanyue?"

A Luo lowered his eyes coldly, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.

"A Luo, do you... dislike me?" Nan Han half-knelt beneath him, raised her hand tremblingly, and held his hand tightly.

Ah Luo was stunned, with a cold smile in his eyes. "Nanhan, you will make me misunderstand by doing this. You clearly know that we are just playing around, and this marriage is just a political matter. Now..."

"But I wasn't acting. When I was insulted and firmly said that you could pretend that it didn't happen, and when you protected my dignity, I swore that I would stay by your side for the rest of my life!"

Nan Han whispered, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks. She raised her head and looked at A Luo uneasily.

A Luo lowered his eyes to look at the woman lying on his lap. She was very beautiful. Although she was not as stunning as Shui'er, she was still a beauty. The most important thing was that she was willing to love him, and Shui'er...

"It's very simple. Take a portion of my poison and Yue Nanchen's poison and I'll give it to Luo. Don't try to trick me. I also have medical skills. I can tell the symptoms of the two poisons apart. If you want to do anything fancy, I'll kill Luo first!"

The woman's cold words were like a sharp sword, piercing his heart again and again. That woman was not Shui'er. His Shui'er was dead, already dead!

A feeling of betrayal and humiliation instantly gripped the man's heart. His eyes darkened, and he suddenly wanted revenge. Yes, revenge! Since she made Shui'er disappear, he wanted her to disappear forever!

He bent down and suddenly

He picked up the woman lying on his knees and tore off her red shirt, revealing her pink bellyband and fair skin underneath.

He bent down and kissed the fair skin fiercely, with anger and resentment.

Nan Han was so frightened by his sudden behavior that she stood there in a daze, but soon she reacted and slowly closed her eyes.

Since she has decided that A Luo is her husband for this life, naturally she should give her body to him. Now the war between Miro and Nanyue is about to break out, and no one knows what the fate of both of them will be. However, she is willing to give it to him!

Nan Han was pulled by him to sit on his lap, and the pink bellyband embroidered with white lotus was shaking due to his slightly rough movements.

Certain memories of fear that she once had sparked in Nan Han's mind. She closed her eyes tightly and tried desperately to tell herself that the man in front of her was A Luo, the man she wanted to entrust her life to, not the man in gray...

Gradually, her body went from cold to hot. Nan Han opened her eyes and stared at the handsome face of the man in front of her with his eyes closed, as if she wanted to engrave the man's face in her heart.

She blinked her long eyelashes, raised her slender and graceful neck, and obediently leaned her body gently against the man's chest, allowing his lips to nibble and suck on her.

A Luo frowned. Unlike Nan Han who tried desperately to remember his face, A Luo treated the woman as a substitute for Lan Shuiyao. The hatred and pain that penetrated his bones made his actions not considerate and affectionate, but cold aggression and revenge.

"A Luo..." Nan Hanjiao moaned. She gently moved her beautiful lips, mustered up her courage, and searched for the man's lips, but he coldly rejected her.

Flash by.

The desire in her heart froze slightly because of the man's action. Did he dislike her?

But he didn't know that, of her entire body, only her lips were clean, as they had never been touched by that man. She just wanted to leave the only clean thing of hers to him!

Without waiting for her to come back to her senses, the man seemed tired of this unrealistic entanglement. He tore off her panties, coldly and hard, without any tenderness.

Nan Han lay on him with her eyes darkening. She seemed to understand something, but she was not sure. To be exact, she did not dare to believe it. However, she did not want to refuse. Who knew what would happen tomorrow? The only thing she could grasp now was today!

Just as he was about to move forward, A Luo suddenly stopped. The pain in his left hand seemed to remind him of something. He opened his eyes and met the woman's somewhat bewildered eyes.

In an instant, he was filled with irritation and anger. He pushed the woman in his arms away, stood up suddenly, staggered two steps, raised his arm, and swept everything on the table in front of him to the ground. "Shui'er, why do you treat me like this? Why can't I be better than that man? For that man, you actually want to poison me... Why! Why!"

A Luo pounded the table frantically with his hands. He didn't use any internal energy or strength, but just relied on his own strength to vent the pain and dissatisfaction in his heart.

Nan Han stood behind him in amazement, with her bellyband hanging diagonally on her shoulders and her panties pulled down to her body. She was like an abandoned doll, watching her beloved man going crazy for another woman, in pain.

Nan Han gradually calmed down. She gently bent down, pulled up her underwear, and put on her clothes.

She took off her shirt, then tidied her messy hair. She looked quietly at A Luo in front of her, her pink lips curled up in a cold smile.

Sure enough, there is still a woman in his heart. Is it that Shui'er who made the calm and melancholy him become so irritable and restless?

"A Luo!" She understood her situation and her expression was extremely calm. She spoke quietly, trying to stop A Luo's crazy behavior of hurting herself.

The man ignored her. He seemed immersed in his own world. His hands even became red and swollen, but he kept pounding them.

"A Luo, you are a coward!" Nan Han's cold voice sounded slowly, and the man's crazy movements suddenly stopped in an instant.

"If you really love that woman, then you should fight for her. I despise you for who you are. I love the man who stood in front of my carriage and bravely protected me, not you who are like this!"

Cold and calm words came out of the woman's lips, and Nan Han walked out of the room calmly.

Slowly turning his head and looking at the thin but determined back of the woman, Luo suddenly felt a fatigue and exhaustion he had never felt before. He staggered towards the bed, buried his head in the quilt, and did not move for a long time.

Outside the window, the sun was setting, and the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the majestic and magnificent palace into a golden color. The faint orange light shone into the room through the open window, dyeing the broken pieces of cups and plates on the ground into a golden color...

Leng Jiu was looking at the prince worriedly outside the room, his brows furrowed tightly!

The squeaking sound of mice made Yue Nanchen open his eyes tiredly. He was so sleepy, really so sleepy. He wanted to sleep, but he didn't dare to sleep, for fear that he would never wake up again.