ZHAO JUREN'S LAST LOVE
CHAPTER 87. WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?

The night wind blew the thin silk curtain, under the moonlight of the last week in the autumn, the cold burst to the bone.

His Eminence Nan Chen turned towards the door after a eunuch told Consort Huan had just arrived, his face was carefree, his eyes were slightly squeaking, still the face of a grinning fox, still, he said with a small smile towards her, "You've finally come, Huan".

This voice was very calm, yet made Huan's heart ache, he looked at her, and felt that her face was still the same as when he left her a few days ago, rogue after being massaged by her, and felt that her face was still the same as when he left her a few days ago, this king was stubborn and wayward, yet could see everything clearly. His eyes were shining with pity at one time.

"Yes, Your Majesty, you called me?" Concubine Huan asked as she bowed, ever since she became a concubine she had increasingly felt different recognizing His Highness Nan Chen. His bad and bad attitude when he was in the party hall was not seen when they were in one room only two.

Time passed quickly, so many events happened in a row, so fast that he was stunned, now he looked at him, vaguely, he felt that he was a bit foreign, but also somewhat pitying.

He walked forward, crouching down at the side of His Highness Nan Chen who was half-lying on his large bed, his face looking a little pale than usual, his face was, then with a reluctant attitude the new concubine of the king pulled her lips, her eyes sore.

"I just called you to feel your comfortable massage. My body is not well today, last night's party made me a little tired." His Majesty Nan Chen chuckled.

"Oh..." Concubine Huan glanced at a servant who had just arrived with a bowl filled with flower oil.

The more His Majesty smiled like that, the more his concubine Huan felt his heart grow more indecisive, the rusty grudge he carried felt so hard to get out.

"I beg you, don't be nice to me. I find it hard to breathe if you make me comfortable." Whispering in his heart, he forced himself to smile, then said with a nod, "I'll massage your head, Your Majesty, lie down comfortably" Consort Huan grabbed the tray the servant placed.

"I don't want to lie on my own, but I want to be massaged while lying on your lap ." Said His Highness Nan Chen suddenly. Concubine Huan was stunned, she could hardly believe what she heard.

Ever since she was raised to be the concubine of His Highness Nan, she had never once been in t!thorns by this king, so that he had no chance to thrust the iron skewer that was in his hair-dip into the heart of this man, an ideal that he harbored almost half his age now.

While in the party hall, she was treated like a comforting woman but while inside Her Majesty's room, no one knew, she was ignored in such a way.

With a trembling body, concubine Huan climbed onto the bed of His Majesty, she could not deny now she became nervous and goosebumps.

A while later His Highness Nan Chen lay on Consort Huan's thigh, this young lady was careless, it was unusual for Nan Chen to be so calm.

The window half-opened, hiding the very back of the lush lotus pond behind the window of His Majesty Nan Chen's room.

Consort Huan lowered her head, silently fumbling through the intricate ornamental pattern on the side of the rose-scented oil bowl.

Concubine Huan was stunned, her body became stiff barely moving, she knew exactly what direction the sentence was about.

His Eminence Nan lay in a calm manner, her eyes closed, her hair unraveling on the silk cloth worn by Huan's concubine.

A cool breeze blew into His Majesty's room passing through the slightly open window gap, the wind bell outside the window clanking, as it looked up to look up, to look up, it appears that the bell was carved with intricate and beautiful carvings, the sides were decorated with translucent carvings patterned with flowers in pairs, decorated with gold powder that is very fine, very fine, despite years of wind and sunshine, the color is still brightly shimmering. The clapper above the ceiling of the king's room was ringing finely, everyone who had seen it was astonished how the king could rest with the clanking if it was blown by the wind.

His Majesty took his breath, with his eyes still closed. Then he said blandly, "Uncle Jiu and Aunt Liu are also buried there".Plus, his voice is bright.

Never had Huan's mistress this big when others mentioned his grandparents' names. Without the wind without a storm, His Highness Nan Chen spoke of his family, who had long sought to be forgotten among the puddles of vengeance and anger. The blood of the traitor seemed to flow through his crown so long that he hid from the surname Jiu, even though he was the last descendant saved by their servant.

All he knew was that after his family had been slaughtered, his grandparents, his aunt and parents and his brothers, his little self was in the arms of a servant leaving the blood-walled butchery, can't do anything to leave corpses that might rot themselves unkempt or possibly bird food.

He just continued to cry in fear, carried running through the forest, through thorny bushes, through the swamps and darkness, the servant continued to carry him until a day and night unceasingly.

How can then the person most responsible for the massacre tell of the tomb of his family which he thought was burned cruelly or fed to animals. In Nanxing, the body of a traitor will be thrown to the side of the road and the man let it rot into pet food.

concubine Huan raised her head, the corners of her mouth hanging, her tears as if misty, but her eyes looked terrified.

Slowly His Eminence Nan Chen opened his eyes, those eyes were shining so strange and unfathomable.

"When we live, we cannot live together, after death in one hole, that last desperate fight is also not in vain if we put our lives to pay for the pain, isn't that our dream?"

The moment the two of them exchanged glances, Consort Huan's fingers trembled. He could not put pressure on the skull of the head that was now lying fearlessly on his thigh.

"Huan'er, what are you waiting for?" His Eminence Nan stared at Concubine Huan's face so calmly.

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