Without waiting for the words to be spoken, Nalanmo continued, "It is also good to be the wife of the prime minister, better than the queen. Although the queen is the mother of the world, she can be very tired to be the queen. To manage the harem, everyone will be watched. Once the emperor wanted another woman to be the queen, the queen moved from Fengyi Palace to the Cold Palace, and then it was very miserable in the Cold Palace. "

"You are the wife of the prime minister. The position of the wife of the prime minister will always be yours. There are many cooks in the prime minister's office, and there are many delicious foods. You will not get tired of eating it forever."

He didn't dare to look at her eyebrows, just dropped her lips between her foreheads, took her into her arms, her heart pounding, waiting for her response.

She lifted her head slightly, caught his lips on the lips, and moistened his lips little by little. "Master, you know, you can't marry me. But thank you."

Her voice was soft and murmured, as if she were talking about something.

Words fell into his ears, and his frantic heart seemed to be poured with a **** of ice, and his heart was instantly cold.

Yeah, he couldn't marry her.

He is the head of the Nalan family and he is the Prime Minister of a country.

How could he marry her such a woman who had no identity and was even "stained" by the emperor.

Even though he was bloody, and even if he wanted to abandon all the worldliness, there would be countless people pulling him and pulling him behind him, forbidding him to take the wrong step.

Like, the teacher gave him the word caution.

Be cautious.

He has to be cautious in everything, and he must not go wrong!

He squeezed her arm slowly, his throat rolled, and suddenly he was extremely sad, but it was still like a drowning drowning man who wanted to grab the last straw: "Then you should know that even if you have Your Majesty, Your Majesty won't make you the last. "

She slowly pushed him away.

She settled down and fixed her own long hair in front of the mirror.

Organizing her own clothes.

She wore the dipper on the hanger, and she walked to him, crouching down against him: "Master, help me tie it."

He knew she was angry.

She must be angry.

But he didn't understand why she didn't respond to his words.

His fingertips touched her white greasy neck, and the thought of wanting to hold her in his arms and trying to imprison her in this world suddenly became extremely intense.

He has never been so impulsive for anything.

He realizes that this situation is not good at all.

She wanted to imprison her, to be beside him, open her eyes and close her eyes, and she could stay beside him.

But, thinking about it, and thinking about killing her, a variable that belongs to his life, without her, maybe he would be able to return to ordinary reason.

She leaned slightly on her side, her head resting on his leg, and said softly, "I know that I won't be a queen. Even if I have a child, even if the child is under her Majesty, I can't be a queen. But, I don't Be willing, I do n’t want to stay in that harem, and I do n’t want to be in the presence of Her Majesty in the future, and I do n’t want to live in a frame that is picked by others. ”

"Sir, I find you not because you look good, nor because I like you. I find you because you are the prime minister."

"I've been using you."

"Sir, don't like me anymore. A woman like me is selfish and unwilling to be restrained by the world. Her heart and eyes are black. A man like you who has a light moonlight should have a better woman. The child will be your wife, not me. "